Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding swept a glance at Monster City, confirmed there were no irregularities, concealed his figure, and flew towards the sky.

His speed hadn’t reached the same level as his true form in the Golden Pill realm, but it was still far superior to the average peak Foundation Building cultivator, fully consistent with the image of a genius of the Sword Dao from the Foundation-building Realm.

After flying for quite some time, he arrived at a dense forest about fifteen or sixteen hundred kilometers away from Monster City.

A few early and middle stage Foundation-building cultivators were lurking here with extreme caution, daring not to make the slightest movement.

Jiang Ding descended here, revealed a trace of his aura in a flash and then disappeared once again.

”Who’s there?”

Monk Fa Zheng was greatly alarmed. He picked up a supreme magic tool, the Crescent Spade, ready to strike. His muscles bulged, clearly indicating he was not weak in body cultivation.

Even though he was in the early stage of Foundation Building, he did not fear those in the middle stage.

The other four or five Foundation-building cultivators each used their magic tools with extremely quick reactions.

”Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle!”

In the next moment, Fa Zheng and the others bowed respectfully, smiling wryly in their hearts.

This Junior Martial Uncle ranked high, was strong, yet had none of the demeanor of a senior expert. He always traveled in concealment, and common folk might not get to see him even once in a span of decades.

”Speak of this place.”

Jiang Ding said through telepathy, his voice indifferent and lacking emotional fluctuations.

”Yes.”

Monk Fa Zheng composed himself.

”Here, is a habitat of the Five-Colored Peacock Clan that we found upon scouting. They must have moved here a few months ago. There are several Demon Generals in the Latter Stage of Foundation Building, which we are not able to handle.”

”We ask for your assistance, Elder.”

”Hmm.”

Jiang Ding didn’t say much and began to infiltrate deeper into the dense forest.

Such events had occurred frequently in these months since the beginning when he defeated all of the large convergence points of the Demon Race within thousands of kilometers. After that, these demons completely dispersed, refusing to converge, spreading throughout the Ten Thousand Miles Demon Country.

As such, the efficiency of clearing them out alone was extremely low.

After attempting it several times, he gave up.

After pondering for some days, he delegated the related tasks to the Foundation Building members of the Qiyu Sect and the various Loose Cultivators, instructing them to hunt down isolated Demon Generals.

If they encountered matters they couldn’t resolve, they could report them.

And that leads to the current situation.

The wind blew past him without causing the slightest disturbance, birds, insects chirped, everything was as usual.

”My current state is very dangerous,”

Jiang Ding thought silently, ”It’s easy to fall into a trap set by the enemy when doing something for too long, as they can discern patterns and lay traps accordingly. One moment of carelessness could lead to an irredeemable situation.”

”But, this is exactly the type of work I was born for, there’s no way around it.”

The Spirit Particle Sonar of a Divine Sense-like ability expanded, and the scenes within several kilometers were projected into the core of the Divine Soul.

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A deer of about a zhang in length had its skin peeled off and was being roasted over a demon fire, sizzling, with the fragrance and smoke barely appearing before they were swept up by a demon wind.

”This taste...”

A Bird Demon General at the Latter Stage of Foundation Building tore off a deer leg and placed it in his mouth, wrinkling his brow but still swallowing it: ”Still not as good as human livestock, even with the salt and spices being right, as well as the cooking.”

”Be content, Ink Claw,”

Another Bird Demon General with a fiery red feather sighed, ”That old strange one in Tushan Monster City doesn’t like demons to eat humans; any incident of demon beasts abducting human livestock will lead to a host of human Foundation-building cultivators coming after us. We’ve been cut off from food for over a month.”

”Endure it. Ink Scale and the others are scouting out pathways; perhaps they’ll find a safe route. If we can make good arrangements with other demon beast clans and they’re willing to shelter us, even becoming their servants would be okay.”

”Without the protection of a great demon, it’s really no good.”

”Servants?”

The other Demon Generals disagreed, ”Our Five-colored Peacock Clan has noble blood, more noble than that of the three-tailed fox demons. How could we possibly become servants?”

”Then what do you propose?”

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”In my opinion, we should disperse and forge our own paths in the barren wildlands. If by chance, after a few hundred years, one of us ascends to become a Demon King, we can then gather our kin, rebuild the Five-colored Peacock Demon Country, and plan our revenge. If necessary, we can even promise the Tushan Monster Country to others; perhaps another Demon King might find that enticing.”

”Disperse? At least ninety percent of our people here will die. How many of the Five-Colored Peacock Clan will be left after a few hundred years?”

”There’s no other way...”

The many Demon Generals argued noisily, in utter chaos, without a clear consensus.

Suddenly, they fell silent.

All eyes narrowed as they looked up at a green-robed youth who had appeared in the sky, and at the slowly blooming silver-white Sword Lotus in his hand, its sharp aura oppressive.

”Sword Ghost King!”

A Demon General with a fire-red feather atop his head screamed, burning his Essence Blood and Mana, fleeing into the distance without looking back.

The surrounding Demon Generals and Demon Beasts exploded outwards like fireworks, the sky filled with Bird Demons frantically scattering in all directions, so fast that even human cultivators of the same rank couldn’t hope to catch up.

Even if human cultivators could defeat them, they couldn’t kill them, a unique advantage of flying Demon Beasts.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The Sword Lotus began to spin, hundreds of silver-white Sword Qi streaking out, cold rays of sword-light filling the sky, the dense forest enveloped in silvery beams.

After a while, silence descended.

The corpses of Bird Demons fell one after another, the bodies of the Latter Stage Foundation Building Bird Demon Generals being collected.

Moments later, Monk Fa Zheng and his followers arrived to find a sky full of falling Bird Demon corpses, showing signs of elation.

”Just from this trip alone, as long as we aren’t wasteful, it should be enough for twenty years of cultivation.”

”The disciples thank the junior grand-uncle for the generous gift.”

A Foundation-building cultivator bowed deeply toward the horizon, expressing his gratitude with great respect.

The group gathered together, each collecting their share of the spoils from the Five-colored Peacock Clan.

”Amitabha!”

Monk Fa Zheng continued his monastic habits, silently reciting scriptures for the souls’ deliverance. After a long time, he sighed, ”The junior grand-uncle must truly despise these man-eating monsters, to have used so many swords to slay them. Normally, a single Sword Qi would suffice.”

”This very act of thunderous might displays the compassion of a Bodhisattva.”

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Jiang Ding had been flying outside for over half a month, taking action seven times in total—three times he had slain various Latter Stage and Peak Foundation Building Demon Generals, and four times he had encountered Loose Cultivators of Qi Practicing who, coveting safety and vast benefits, falsely reported military intelligence, claiming that Latter Stage Foundation Building Demon Generals had already fled.

They were greeted by a single sword strike that caused severe injuries and a fine of a 30,000 Spirit Stone Package.

They must pay all fines before leaving the Demon Country’s territory, or they would be pursued by both Tushan and Yue Country until death.

A month later, he arrived at a desolate mountain range, devoid of life, with yellow sand filling the sky.

If one were to search carefully with Divine Sense in the deep gorges and valleys, it was possible to detect traces of a grey-black metallic liquid seeping out, deadly insects occasionally seen dead nearby from its extreme toxicity.

A large Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine!

It was indeed one of the important war spoils for the Demon Country, as well as the preferred testing ground for mining puppets.

Li Qingyun, aware of the priority of matters, had dispatched personnel here months in advance, shortly after accepting the matters of the Tushan Dojo, to begin preliminary exploration and acquisition.

Jiang Ding landed in the mine’s simple camp, his body’s light and shadow swirling to reveal his form.

”Greetings, junior grand-uncle!”

Wu Makong, an Early Stage Foundation Building cultivator, along with several other Foundation-building cultivators, hurried over and respectfully bowed.

As the first in the Sect to clearly align himself with the Qiyu Swordsman, Li Qingyun interpreted the intentions above and assigned the most important task of guarding the Spirit Mine to him, with top-tier benefits to match.

”How go things?”

Jiang Ding inquired.

Naturally, he wouldn’t assume this person to be his trusted confidant, but he still needed to set an example by welcoming those who pledged their loyalty first with sufficient goodwill, to show a direction to other Foundation-building cultivators and encourage them to work diligently.

”Reporting to the junior grand-uncle,”

Wu Makong respectfully said, ”The preliminary exploration of the Poisonous Liquid Silver Mine is complete, and it’s undeniably rich in reserves, exceeding the Super-wave Mountain Copper Mine by more than ten times. Tushan is currently training Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists as miners and recruiting Loose Cultivators of Qi Practicing. We expect initial production to start after three years.”

”Hmm, well done,”

Jiang Ding nodded, stepping towards the depths of the mine.

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