Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Clues?”

”What kind of clues could I possibly have?”

Jiang Ding looked oddly at the girl in front of him wearing a pure white xianmen robe and couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, ”Patriarch Hua Xue, you don’t really think I killed them, do you?”

”These were three Golden Pill Monks!”

”Could it be that Immortal Tiankuang is such an inconceivable powerhouse that you would believe such a ridiculous thing?”

He was exceptionally shocked.

This reaction made the three Golden Pill Monks somewhat hesitant.

Mid-stage Foundation Building, slaying Golden Pill Monks!

And three of them!

This was trampling on their common sense over and over again, and previously, it had taken them quite some time to convince themselves to believe it, and now they couldn’t help but waver uncontrollably.

”Qiyu Swordsman.”

Mu Tiansnow spoke without changing her expression, her voice tinged with a smile, ”From the beginning to the end, I never said it was you who made the move. I was merely asking if you had any clues.”

Cultivator Baimei and Zhou Sanyan felt a stirring in their hearts.

”I see.”

Jiang Ding let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the two Qiyu Golden Core Monks, and seeing no objection from them, he fell into thought and reminiscence.

”No, I’ve been at the Lanshan Spirit Mine during this period, and only left after receiving a message from Li Qingyun. I’ve been in hiding since then, with nothing out of the ordinary occurring.”

After a while, he shook his head.

”Is that so?”

Mu Tiansnow seemed somewhat disappointed.

”That is the case.”

Jiang Ding bowed with his fist and said earnestly, ”I am young and weak, unable to participate in the grand affairs of the elders. I wish the elders success and that you restore the bright universe of Yue Country and Chu Country.”

”I shall take my leave now.”

The Divine Sense signal cut off, and his body became transparent and hazy.

Mid-stage Foundation Building with Golden Core battle power.

That was something that could never be revealed; such a person had too much potential and was far too dangerous.

Anyone considering him an enemy would want to suppress him early on.

Even Jiang Ding himself had the urge to kill An Tuzi for the sake of the Xianmen Sect.

”In the territory of the Demon Country, there is a Large-Scale Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine with reserves at least ten times greater than those of the Lanshan Spirit Mine.”

Mu Tiansnow spoke unhurriedly and indifferently, ”There’s also a Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein, seven or eight Third-order Spirit Mines, and in the vast forests, Third-Level Spirit Medicine is commonly found. The number of Second Order Spirit Mines and Spiritual Veins is countless.”

”My three daoist friends and I are looking to find a person of destiny to bestow these upon.”

”I wonder if Qiyu Swordsman, you might know this person of destiny?”

Jiang Ding’s fading Divine Sense Brand paused.

He couldn’t help but pause.

This reminded him of the massive amount of Mercury Silver Magical Gold he had confiscated from the treasure house of the Demon Country.

The Dyson Sun Sword Domain, even if it was only an imitation of an imitation of an imitation, still required one thousand and twenty-four mirror-faced drone swords. The supply from the Lanshan Spirit Mine was simply insufficient.

His original plan was to apply to the Xianmen Sect for research and experiment use.

But he would have to wait in line, and the review process for strategic minerals crucial to the sect’s defense lines was extremely strict. Even if approved, it would take at least a hundred or two hundred years to receive the goods, and that was under expedited conditions.

If you say your project is important, does that mean others don’t think theirs are?

It was an unavoidable matter.

The proposition to split and rule over the entire Demon Country was equally tempting, as constructing specialized Air-Space Battleships would require at least a billion Low-grade Spirit Stones. Scavenging and exploiting the resources of the Demon Country would speed up this process.

He pondered for a long time.

Calculated for a long time.

”Regarding this person of destiny.”

”When I was at the stage of foundation building, I had a fortuitous encounter and became a disciple of a Golden Core sword cultivator.”

Jiang Ding turned around, his tone apologetic, ”My elder brothers, when I was in dire straits I had no choice but to take another as my mentor. Please forgive my offense. When the day comes that our sect is restored, I will surely seek forgiveness from our master at the Ancestor Temple.”

”No worries, no worries...”

The corners of Cultivator Baimei’s mouth twitched.

Zhou Sanyan looked startled and uncertain.

Mu Tiansnow kept her expression unchanged, but her heart could not help but waver.

Compared to the preposterous notion of a mid-stage Foundation Building cultivator slaying a Golden Pill monk, this unknown Gold core sword cultivator’s explanation appeared much more credible. For Golden Pill cultivators, the territories of Yue Country and Chu Country were not badlands; an occasional visit was certainly within the realm of possibility.

Jiang Ding’s expression was indifferent.

Whether they believed it or not, they could ultimately find no solid evidence.

Without solid evidence, such inconceivable matters would not be taken seriously, causing significant upheaval and drawing the scrutiny of truly powerful beings.

The Cultivation World was never short of shocking rumors.

That True Immortals had descended to the world, that there were fruits granting eternal life, that someone had comprehended the Way and ascended after a hundred years—these were tales some dared to speak of. In comparison, a mere mid-stage Foundation Building cultivator slaying a Golden Pill was utterly mundane.

”Patriarch Hua Xue, could you please elaborate?”

Jiang Ding asked.

Being moved did not mean he would act; he needed to assess the risks involved.

”Since the Qiyu Swordsman recognizes someone fated,”

”then it should be easy to handle.”

Mu Tiansnow set aside her doubts, ”As long as your master can kill Immortal Tiankuang…”

Traces of Sword Intent of Destruction spread, causing her Divine Sense-formed body to ripple and lose its voice.

”Don’t make jokes anymore.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently, ”Patriarch Hua Xue, you are a respected elder. It is appropriate to maintain your dignity in front of us juniors. Such flippancy is beneath your stature.”

”You!”

Mu Tiansnow was infuriated.

”I will say it again.”

Jiang Ding’s voice was icy, ”My master is here for profit, while you are here for your life, for your path, to break free from the hidden controls of the Liudao Sect’s Cultivation Method.”

”You need to recognize your place.”

A hint of unusual light flashed in Cultivator Baimei’s eyes and disappeared.

One a mid-stage Foundation Building cultivator, the other at the late stage of Golden Core; yet in terms of presence, they were equally matched. However, Sword Cultivators have always been known for their fierce disposition, so it was hard to make any definitive statement.

”That’s right, it is so.”

Mu Tiansnow fell silent for a moment and then spoke calmly, ”Immortal Tiankuang will be dealt with by me and Brother Li. For now, we also need someone to stop Bai Gui and the Red Flame Demon King, Du Jiang, the three Golden Pill cultivators.”

”Du Jiang and Bai Gui do not wish to rebel?”

Cultivator Baimei frowned, sensing a thorny issue, ”It seems to me that the Liudao Sect treats them as nothing more than slaves, dispensing scant rewards.”

”We never explored that possibility; they likely don’t wish to. The Liudao Sect is too powerful, and given that they have no hope of reaching the Nascent Soul stage, betrayal is out of the question. They can endure a little humiliation.”

Mu Tiansnow shook her head.

”I can hold off Du Jiang and Bai Gui.”

Zhou Sanyan stepped forward.

The gaze of the three Golden Pill cultivators focused collectively on the youth in blue clothes before them.

”Impossible.”

Jiang Ding shook his head, ”My master is only at the early Golden Core stage, and the Red Flame Fox King is a late-stage Golden Core Demon Cultivator, no match for him. It seems that we can only flee for our lives separately.”

He also felt a measure of disappointment.

To rule over the cultivation world of a whole country.

Such an opportunity was rare to come by; paired with some ancient mining puppet techniques, mining efficiency could increase tenfold. Who knows, perhaps he could amass enough to cover the construction costs for billions of Air-Space Battleships in a few decades.

”You need not worry.”

Mu Tiansnow smiled, ”The Red Flame Fox King has been severely injured and repeatedly replenished. It might have already fallen to the late Golden Core stage. Your master just needs to hold him off until we free up our hands.”

She transmitted a series of indecent images to those around her, showing scenes of Immortal Tiankuang publicly and exhaustively harvesting from the Red Flame Fox King, rapidly weakening it and purposefully letting it fall to the late Golden Core stage to make it easier to control.

”Might have already fallen to the late Golden Core stage… Maybe.”

Jiang Ding frowned, very unsatisfied.

In a battle that could determine one’s life or death, they rely on a ’maybe’!

He almost wanted to kill this demon woman on the spot and reclaim the last Magic Arts-Breaking Steel bullet, not saving it for another day.