Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Great Sun Sword Aura arrived in front of him.

Jiang Ding gazed intently.

Under the sword, a thumb-sized Divine Soul was being suppressed, resembling Immortal Tiankuang with eyes closed, sleeping soundly, instinctively clutching an almost shattered Golden Pill.

”Congratulations on your victory, friend, for beheading the Liudao Sect’s Immortal Tiankuang!”

Cultivator Baimei and Zhou Sanyan congratulated him.

”Your excellence is truly worthy of the Great Sun Sect.”

Mu Tiansnow’s eyes shifted subtly, ”I have heard that your esteemed sect embraces talents from all walks, unlike the various families of the Northern Plains that recruit disciples based on their surnames...”

Cultivator Baimei and Zhou Sanyan also showed signs of being moved in their eyes.

”I do not belong to the Great Sun Sect.”

Jiang Ding’s face revealed a flash of extreme disgust, interrupting her words with clear displeasure.

”This...”

Mu Tiansnow and the others were taken aback.

If these words were meant as a disguise, why would he use disgust as a cover?

Could they have guessed incorrectly?

Not a person of the Great Sun Sect, perhaps even an enemy of the sect?

Upon this thought,

all three of them couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

”Fellow Daoist, the treasures and storage bag left by this scoundrel...”

Cultivator Baimei and Mu Tiansnow exchanged glances and cupped their hands, ”We shall leave them to you. It is right for the spoils to be yours, as you struck the killing blow.”

Zhou Sanyan felt a pang in his heart but did not voice any objection.

”There’s no need.”

Jiang Ding did not accept their goodwill, transforming into a magnificent and blazing streak of sword-light, flying toward the horizon.

”The battlefield’s spoils should rightfully belong to the three of you, as you have earned them. This is where we part ways.”

The silhouette of the sword gradually disappeared until it was gone from sight.

”A true Sword Cultivator, that ’Extinguishing’ friend,”

Cultivator Baimei praised, looking towards Mu Tiansnow.

The atmosphere tensed imperceptibly.

With the great enemy gone, the current situation was different.

Although they had the Green Spirit Agreement in hand, it was not an absolute certainty.

”Let it be so.”

Mu Tiansnow, expressionless, divided Immortal Tiankuang’s remaining treasures and storage bag with Cultivator Baimei, then disappeared in a flash of blood-light.

The great enemies within and without Chu Country had all retreated.

With a bit of manipulation, she could take out the Hua Xue Yu Family’s Bai Gui and Du Jiang, and assimilate the entire Chu Country, gathering the power of an entire nation to further her own cultivation—a step forward was not impossible.

She was only in her early two hundred forties, with a promising Dao ahead.

Cultivator Baimei watched as both parties dispersed into the distance, leaving only the hosts from Yue Country.

After a long while,

he sighed deeply.

”Brother, now that our sect has revived from obscurity and has signed the Green Spirit Agreement with Mu Tiansnow, with no external threats looming, is there anything else troubling you?”

Zhou Sanyan consoled.

”Why do you comfort me, brother?”

Cultivator Baimei smiled bitterly, ”It’s uncertain whether the Liudao Sect will let the death of their Golden Pellet late-stage cultivator go unchecked.

If they don’t let it go, it’s one thing if multiple late-stage Golden Pellet cultivators come; we could see them early and flee with our lives. But if a Nascent Soul elder comes...”

”Surely not?”

”How could a Nascent Soul elder care about such a remote place, to travel thousands of miles to deal with us ants?”

Zhou Sanyan’s face changed drastically.

”Who knows?”

”Maybe the Nascent Soul elder is just passing by?”

Cultivator Baimei sighed again.

”Let’s wait a hundred or two hundred years to be sure.”

”The sect’s revival is a great thing, but disciples with inheritance who are far away don’t need to be called back anymore. It’s a pity that my disciple died at the hands of Bai Gui. The sect faces a crisis of lacking successors; it’s something we need to plan for early...”

...

The teleportation Formation trembled and roared.

Between flashes of white light, a young man in green robes disappeared.

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After more than a dozen teleportations, concealing his figure, and carefully flying out of the underground cave, Divine Sense scanned the surroundings, it was indeed the boundary between the vast forest and the endless yellow sands of the Gobi.

He quickly recognized the area, and the invisible Escape Light sped up rapidly. In a few moments, he descended upon the old site of Tushan Monster City.

Below, palace walls had collapsed, numerous stone houses were melted, and the ground was pitch black, scorched by intense fire for a long time.

In the very center, where the Demon Palace once stood, it had turned into a sheet of solidified magma, leaving no trace behind.

However, this place was not desolate.

In just a few short months, it had already gathered a large number of birds, beasts, and members of the Demon Race, including ones at the level of Demon General. Even the cave-like shops of the Lingbao Commerce Association were still there, continuing to do business.

A scene of burgeoning prosperity.

This was the site of a Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein!

Here, not to mention the cultivation speed increasing manifold, the likelihood of advancing to become a great demon was far greater than in other places. It had always been occupied by the Three-Tails Fox Demons Clan and the Five-Colored Peacock Clan.

Now suddenly left without an owner, which Demon Cultivator wouldn’t be tempted?

A month ago, a bloody battle erupted. None of the parties could overcome the others, resulting in a situation where seven or eight Demon Generals each occupied a cave for cultivation.

Jiang Ding concealed his figure, with faint Sword Intent and Divine Sense sweeping through the city little by little.

To the west of the city, a slaughterhouse had been erected again to supply the many Demon Generals gathered there with human livestock for slaughter, both for cultivation and to satisfy their palates.

A tradition that spanned thousands of years.

”Not bad,”

Jiang Ding remained expressionless.

”Outside Monster City, there must be many captive humans distributed around. With their numbers, the foundation of everything is set, we are not rootless duckweed.”

...

Lingbao Commerce Association.

Within the cave-like shop.

”Shopkeeper,”

The bearded Foundation-building Cultivator looked towards the direction of the former Demon Palace, his desire unbearable, ”This is a Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein! Within my Shang Family, only a few clan elders in the Golden Pellet Realm have access to it, yet now it’s occupied by seven or eight Demon Generals.”

”Can you truly be content?”

”We do not need to claim this place entirely, but shouldn’t we at least seize half of the caves and share them among our brothers?”

His voice wasn’t particularly pleasant but carried a strong sense of temptation, heating up the hearts of the five or six surrounding Foundation-building cultivators, stiring their souls.

A Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein!

Something that only powerful Immortal Jin Dan could enjoy, a resource that could form the foundation of an entire clan.

Cultivating there, without the need for any Elixirs or magical medicines, they could easily increase their cultivation speed several times over.

If they could occupy it for ten years, advancing through minor realms would be trivial.

”Do not go!”

The middle-aged scholar spoke gravely, ”A Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein, is this something that a few Foundation-building cultivators can meddle with?

”This empty situation will not last forever. After the surrounding Sects’ chaos ends, Golden Pill cultivators will surely come to claim their spoils of war.

”Imagine, if they saw some juniors occupying their lair, what would the predecessors think?”

”What would they think?”

The surrounding Foundation-builders imagined such a scenario and shuddered.

”We are descendants of the Shang Clan, it might not necessarily be the case...”

The bearded Foundation-building Cultivator was reluctant.

The surrounding Foundation-builders shook their heads.

Although the Shang Clan was powerful, they wouldn’t send a Golden Pill from thousands of miles away just for a few Foundation-building cultivators.

If every slight suffered by a junior resulted in such commotion, the Golden Pills wouldn’t have time for Cultivation.

Instead, they’d become servant running errands for the juniors.

How could that be possible?

Anyone who truly thought so needed to be prepared to die without a burial place. It wasn’t something a few calls to a clan uncle could resolve.

Clang!

A clear and distant sword cry rang out in the city.

It was followed by curses, roars, the explosion of Magic, and the sharp clashing of weapons, one after another.

After a moment,

Came the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground continuously, and then everything quieted down.

”It won’t be the case...”

The bearded Foundation-builder swallowed nervously, a chill running down his spine.

The Foundation-builders from the Lingbao Commerce Association hurriedly flew out of the shop.

Only to see, in the sky,

A young man in green clothes silently watching everything within the city.

Around him lay a circle of corpses of Demon Generals and lesser demons, hundreds of them, the dense stench of blood spreading outwards, restoring the silence that the city was once used to.