Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The entrance to the ruins,

Many disciples lined up in sequence to turn in the treasures obtained from the Nine Heavens Relics.

According to the sect rules, they could keep ten percent of their findings, and another ten percent should be turned over to their masters if they had one; otherwise, they could keep twenty percent.

The rest had to be handed over to the sect.

The returning disciples filled the entrance, no fewer than one thousand two to three hundred people, each of them beaming with joy, which was even more than the combined number of survivors from the relics over the past decades.

It immediately caused a huge sensation!

Many foundation-building cultivators, having nothing else to attend to, gathered at the entrance and looked for their disciples within the crowd with benevolent expressions.

”Earth Pulse Fa Zheng!”

”Turning in two Golden Jade Mushrooms! Seven two-hundred-year second-order Ganoderma lucidum and sixty-eight one-hundred-year first-order Guilan Grasses...”

”Water Pulse Wu Makong!”

”Turning in one Golden Jade Mushroom, twenty jin of Spirit Iron...”

One by one, the disciples passed through inspection, with their storage bags thoroughly scanned down to the smallest detail by foundation-building cultivators who missed no detail.

Elixirs and ores, once rarely seen, were piling up, quickly forming a little mountain and still growing rapidly, making the surrounding foundation-building cultivators green with envy.

After a few moments, the line had moved more than halfway.

”Fifty-eight Golden Jade Mushrooms!”

Master Jiucaobi, Li Mingda, tasked with this duty, was so excited that his voice trembled.

”If used sparingly, the sect need not worry about Foundation Building Pills for a hundred years.”

And as the one responsible for this matter, he’d inevitably receive a bountiful reward from the sect, and his cultivation base might advance further.

”Why hasn’t the junior uncle arrived?”

A burly foundation-building cultivator of the Huomai was somewhat dissatisfied, ”According to the sect rules, everything obtained within the Nine Heavens Relics must be allocated by the sect first.”

The nearby foundation-building cultivators glanced sideways.

They immediately stepped aside, creating a clear space around him, even if they were long-time friends.

”Cough cough.”

After a while, someone faintly spoke, ”The junior uncle has just slain a clone of Hua Xue, which means a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator could also do it. Zhou Lingwu, do you want to go to Jinlingshan Mountain and ask?”

The burly foundation-building shrank back, blending into the crowd.

He was merely at the early stages of foundation building.

”If only the junior uncle was a Golden Pill,”

Master Jiucaobi, Li Mingda, spoke with vicarious pride, ”What Hua Xue, what Patriarch Bai Gui, they would have to flee overnight to another cultivation world, leaving their sects and clans behind.”

”If that were truly the case...”

The other foundation-building cultivators couldn’t help but indulge in the thought.

...

Tianleifeng Peak.

”He is indeed my junior brother!”

Cultivator Baimei was overjoyed after listening to Li Qingyun narrate his experiences in the ruins, ”To slay the avatar of Hua Xue, to wipe out the Three Sons of Xuetu, their sect will lose at least thirty years of efforts!”

Li Qingyun keenly noticed that his master’s tone hinted at a sense of equality.

Especially after being asked to repeat the details of the downfall of Hua Xue’s avatar.

Only a Golden Pill can kill another Golden Pill!

No matter the means, as long as it’s done, it’s achieved!

”You’re saying, the hall of Xuetu might have known of the junior brother’s situation beforehand?”

Cultivator Baimei’s tone suddenly grew cold, ”It seems we need to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, otherwise some of the younger generation might indeed think the Demon Sect is to be feared, while our sect is soft-hearted and can be sold out with impunity.”

”Master’s insight is clear.”

Li Qingyun shivered.

...

Xuetu Hall.

Huaxueshan Mountain.

In the crushingly oppressive Golden Pill Deterrence that spanned the sky, an old man in a black robe kneeled trembling on the ground, sweat pouring down uncontrollably.

”You say, the clone of Bai Gui also perished?”

In the vast palace, a girl in a white dress muttered to herself, her voice ethereal and sweet. A red-beaked bird rested on her shoulder, unremarkable and indistinguishable from the mundane birds commonly seen in the relics.

”Yes, ancestor, Bai Gui was not seen at the entrance to the ruins, it seems that they too...”

The old man in a black robe shuddered.

”How delightful, a mere cultivator Qi ant dares to kill my avatar.”

The girl in a white dress spoke indifferently.

Murderous intent filled the air, turning the entire palace ice-cold, the chill almost freezing the Foundation-building cultivators’ Divine Souls, solidifying their Mana.

”You’re in charge of the Family’s Wuying Hall, do you have a strategy?”

”Ancestor, we are in the process of dealing with it, only...”

The old man in a black robe’s face showed bitterness.

”He never leaves his home.”

”What?”

The girl in a white dress was taken aback.

”That Xiantian Sword Body, he has been in Qiyu Sect for eight years now, not counting this time for the Nine Heavens Relics, where the Golden Pill personally invited him, he hasn’t taken a single step out of Jinlingshan Mountain Formation.”

”Not a single step.”

”Absolutely true!”

The old man in a black robe said with a forced bravery.

When he received the report, he couldn’t believe it either, suspecting that the people below were fooling him, and just brought up a rumor to report.

This defies common sense.

Which young man isn’t spirited?

Especially those who became famous at a young age, not stepping out for eight years, wouldn’t they become a madman?

”Truly deserving of death.”

The girl in a white dress felt a strong sense of dread rising in her heart.

Talented, patient, with a steady Dao heart, and would stay away from danger in advance, such people are the most terrifying existence in the cultivation world, unpredictably surging forth after many years and overthrowing an entire situation.

If it wasn’t for this occurrence at the Nine Heavens Relics, the other party might not have emerged.

”In Yue Country’s mundane realm, especially Dongling City, where the Xiantian Sword Body first appeared, we have also investigated.”

The old man in a black robe knelt to the ground: ”We did not find any of his relatives, traces of relatives for three generations, no one has ever seen them, there are also no rumors, it’s as if he just burst forth all of a sudden.”

The girl in a white dress fell silent.

This meant there were no flaws, no weaknesses to exploit.

The only option was to act openly and overwhelmingly, to destroy his Sect,

to nip the young sprout in the bud!

…

Back at the peak of Jinlingshan Mountain.

Jiang Ding sealed the peak’s Formation and disappeared.

Chirp chirp!

An elite kingfisher landed on a cliff, curiously observing a giant blue-gold tree, about seventeen or eighteen meters tall, at the base of which lava bubbled up, the Spiritual Energy significantly denser than the surroundings.

It was somewhat uncomfortable with the high temperatures around, spreading a small green shield for protection.

”Please take this to Di Ting Appraisal Co., Ltd. for me.”

Jiang Ding carefully handed the jade box containing the Herbal Magical Fruit to the little bird.

Although he was ninety percent sure that this was the same Herb Magical Fruit that could grant a person an Herbal Spiritual Body, as described in the library.

But this was something taken orally, and without rigorous appraisal, it was impossible to use.

Chirp chirp!

The elite kingfisher nodded, opened its beak, and swallowed it into its belly.

”And this... these are to be handed over to the Xianmen Library.”

Jiang Ding poured out a pile of items from his Storage Jade Pendant, sealed Iron-eating worms, Melted Gold Fruit, and various other unseen miscellaneous Spiritual Medicines, the lowest being Second Order.

Unlike mundane plants, these Spiritual Plants, if recorded by the Xianmen Library, aside from earning library points, they would also pay Spirit Coins equivalent to the value of normal Second-Order Spiritual Medicine.

The most valuable in terms of research,

Jiang Ding felt it was the now-extinct ancient species Iron-eating worm recorded in the Wanshou Immortal Sect’s ”List of Ten Thousand Beasts and Insects,” which might bring about a true breakthrough in research for the relevant departments of Xianmen.

”That’s all.”

After sending off the items, Jiang Ding watched the elite kingfisher fly away, then sat cross-legged under the blue-gold tree, closed his eyes, and submerged into a state of cultivation.

”Foundation building, not far away.”