Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

An invisible escape light,

flew across the sky surpassing the speed of a Peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Practicing cultivator.

Birds weren’t startled, beasts nowhere to be seen.

Neither Divine Sense nor gaze could detect the slightest trace.

”The center of the battlefield...”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

The perspectives of ten thousand animals, including flying birds and insects, simulated by runes spread within a fifty-kilometer radius, kept emerging within his sea of consciousness, and were rapidly processed into various pieces of information.

Like an extremely efficient computer.

Soon, he flew towards a central point.

...

Han Lin’s gaze flickered imperceptibly, as he retreated to the back of the group.

His cultivation base, seemingly at the Third Level of Qi Practicing, was perfectly in line with the cultivation speed of someone with a Quadruple Spiritual Root, and his actions were so unremarkable amongst the crowd that he just seemed to be a cultivator with low mana, lagging slightly behind.

”Faster!”

”Even faster!”

A Seventh Level disciple of the Tianleifeng Peak urged incessantly, with an anxious expression, not even sparing a glance at Han Lin and other low-cultivation disciples who had fallen a few steps behind.

”Quickly regroup, get to the side of our junior grand-uncle, or we’re in danger!”

”Yes, senior brother!”

The other four or five disciples in the Middle-Satge of Qi Practicing had their expressions tighten, as if they were also aware of the gravity of the situation from what the elders had said, sparing no mana to hasten their pace.

Disciples like Han Lin with lower realms and without a teacher appeared somewhat bewildered.

Seeing the others getting further away, they desperately tried to catch up, yet were gradually left behind, revealing looks of panic.

”Senior brothers, wait up!”

Someone pleaded, but no one ahead responded.

Cultivators using the Wind-riding Technique flew swiftly, while the trees and rocks rushed by, congregating towards the area marked by the Qiyu Sect’s insignia.

It wasn’t until they passed by an unremarkable pond on the roadside.

Han Lin slowed down yet again, his lips moving silently, discreetly preparing some sort of magic.

In the moment a Seventh Level disciple of Tianleifeng Peak passed by.

Splash!

The water burst forth, and a ferocious black-haired zombie lunged at him, its claws like iron and its mouth emitting a black smoke that could melt gold and corrode bone, carrying potent poison that would cause dizziness on even the slightest touch of Divine Sense.

”Oh no!”

The expression of the Qi Practicing Seventh Level disciple from Tianleifeng Peak changed drastically, as he instantly summoned a Middle-grade Magic Tool Turtle Shell in front of him.

Screech!

The grating sound of the zombie’s claws scraping against the turtle shell echoed.

Sparks flew and Spiritual Light Splashed, only to be sprayed by the stench of black smoke, immediately dimming the light and causing small, densely packed mold spots to appear and then vanish from the shield.

After a few breaths of a stalemate, he managed to hold off the attack, having just enough mana to clear the mold spots one by one.

”At last...”

The Tianleifeng Peak disciple heaved a sigh of relief, intending to survey the nearby battlefield, when a pair of black hands that seemed made of both gold and iron covered his face.

”No, spare me, I am willing to...”

He exclaimed in terror.

Bang!

The black-haired hand smashed his head, bursting his brains out from his eye sockets, but his skull remained intact.

”Gaga, a Late-stage Qi Practicing one!”

As the black smoke dispersed,

everyone could see a half-man, half-zombie brawny man cackling strangely, putting away the Storage Bag of the Tianleifeng Peak disciple and then carefully storing his corpse in another Storage Bag filled with dense Yin Energy.

”A Qi Practicing Level 8 Cultivator!”

The remaining disciples of the Qiyu Sect were horrified, scrambling to flee in disarray.

”Think you can escape?”

The brawny man sneered disdainfully, not bothering to chase.

”No! How long have you...”

More than ten disciples of the Qiyu Sect looked around in terror as the ground churned, breaking open, and in an instant, seven or eight black-robed Middle-Satge of Qi Practicing cultivators appeared.

Each one had a black-haired zombie with a cultivation base not much different from their own, each tasked with blocking their path.

”Falling Thunder Technique!”

”Small Fireball Technique!”

”Earth Spike Technique!”

In the midst of chaos, they had not lost their reason; a barrage of magic spells exploded in an instant, turning the few black-haired zombies in front into a mess of broken flesh and shattered bones.

But the delay of a few kung fu moments allowed more black-haired zombies to encircle them.

They were surrounded by various spells, like the Rotten Cloud Technique, Corpse Poison Technique, and Bone Arrow Technique, obscuring the directions around them and leaving their shield on the verge of collapse.

In just three or four breaths, more than ten disciples of the Qiyu Sect were on the brink of annihilation.

”Go!”

Han Lin, who was just outside the encirclement, saw this and his expression changed dramatically. He pinched a flying talisman and turned into an escape light that was much faster than that of a cultivator at the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing, flying towards the distance.

”Interesting, a mere Third Level of Qi Practicing Cultivator actually has such a nice thing.”

The half-zombie strong man was a bit intrigued and got up to pursue.

”What a drag!”

Without looking back, Han Lin took out an amulet with wings. A vast amount of mana surged from a practitioner at the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing into it, holding nothing back.

”Ah!”

”What the hell is that?”

Just then, a series of piercing screams came from behind. Han Lin instinctively turned around, feeling a chill rising from his feet to the top of his head.

A light blue Sword Qi.

It appeared from nowhere, jumping among the disciples of Xuetu Hall. Each flash meant a head fell and a fountain of blood sprayed out.

Zombies obstructed it, Poison Fog and Bone Spears intervened, but they were as slow as snails. The light blue Sword Qi flashed through and penetrated them effortlessly.

In an instant, the Xuetu Hall disciples were reduced to a single person.

”Where did this Sword Qi come from? What the hell are you?!”

The half-zombie strong man was terrified and summoned layers of bone fragment protection. He also conjured a high-quality chain magic tool wrapping around himself and finally poured mana into a pitch-black shield.

Only after applying three layers of protection did he have the spare energy to look around, with his Divine Sense frantically scanning every corner.

There was nothing.

After slaying eight or nine people, the light blue Sword Qi still retained most of its spiritual light and shot straight at him.

”I refuse to believe a mere Sword Qi can do anything to me!”

The half-zombie strong man roared.

He ordered the zombies at Qi Practicing Level 8 to meet the attack while maintaining the protective shield, and shot bone cone techniques at the light blue Sword Qi.

Whoosh!

The light blue Sword Qi did not bother to dodge and passed straight through.

The half-zombie strong man stiffened, with a large hole appearing on his forehead.

Behind him, the black-haired zombies, whose defense was much stronger than the Qi Practicing Level 8 cultivators, fell to the ground, powerless, with their bone fragment magic tools and chain magic tools following suit.

The light blue Sword Qi still retained most of its spiritual light and dissipated into the air on its own.

”Little, Little Martial Uncle...”

Han Lin’s voice trembled as he instinctively recalled the first time he met the other, that youth in blue clothes in the dilapidated temple.

”Han Lin?”

”Do me a favor, clean up a bit, I’ll give you half the travel expenses.”

A familiar voice appeared beside his ear.

”Yes, boss! No, Little Martial Uncle!”

Han Lin responded instinctively.

He did not decline as he would have with other high-level cultivators because he knew this was definitely true, not some kind of test, and the other party would undoubtedly hold no grudges or strike back afterwards.

”Hmm, thank you.”

About seven or eight hundred meters away, Jiang Ding nodded and continued flying towards the center of the battlefield.

He was short of money.

To custom-make an Air-Space Warplane, a great thing that could significantly enhance his ability to survive.

Every bit of money saved counted.

But he couldn’t just unveil his invisibility for some Spirit Stones and place himself in unknown danger.

This was much better.

Having someone else clean up the battlefield, only needing to pay a little travel expense, was all it took.