Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding stood in the sky, looking down.

It was incredibly quiet, with only the sound of the wind.

With a flick of his finger, he unfolded a massive scene extracted from Elder Yellow Leopard’s Divine Soul and then slightly modified.

In the scene,

a man with ape-like arms and a wasp-like waist, exuding a heavy aura, revealed his figure.

’Elder Yellow Leopard!’

In the city, the masters of various commerce associations, escort agencies, elixir shops, and spiritual medicine shops were shocked, recognizing the Golden Pill Monk who was the first to visit Tushan Immortal City since its establishment.

His generous and expansive spending had left a deep impression on many.

’Could it be...’

The master of Lingbao Commerce Association, Shang Chengxuan’s heart moved, thinking of something, his expression subtly changed.

”The Sword Cultivators of Tushan, too detestable, they possess a Triple Grade Superior Spiritual Vein yet refuse to share even the slightest bit.”

The ape-armed, wasp-waisted man in the scene spoke, his expression filled with loathing, ”Just wait, the Northern Plains are constantly in turmoil, and there will be fellow Daoists coming here, I don’t believe...”

Then came the picture of him and another long-bearded Golden Pill Monk ambushing a young man in green clothes.

Expanding like the heavens and swallowing the earth, Luo Tian’s sleeves enveloped the young man in green, his impressive might terrifying many Foundation-building cultivators.

”... This child must be extremely important to that Sword Cultivator of Tushan, perhaps his most valued disciple. Seizing him won’t necessarily force the latter to surrender—impossible—but with the right moves, giving up half of Tushan Demon Country is most likely.”

”... With half of the Demon Country in our hands, you and I, brothers, will have a place to settle down. If the war in the Northern Plains continues unabated, we ourselves can take root and spread here, establishing a family that supports each other...”

”... Huang, this is a vendetta to the death.”

”Little brother understands. In the land of the Three Kingdoms, Patriarch Hua Xue of Hua Xue Palace is hailed as the strongest, and Qiyu Sect deeply rooted, with many followers. Only Tushan’s influence is weaker…”

The final image showed the ape-armed, wasp-waisted man, along with the long-bearded Golden Pill elder, both being beheaded.

Two Golden Pill Monks many low-ranking cultivators might never see in their lifetimes.

Just like that, they quickly died.

Everything settled down.

Throughout the city, save for the slight sound of wind, you could hear a pin drop, countless cultivators trembling, their breath instinctively withheld, not daring to make any noise that might draw attention.

”Yellow Leopard, a beast with a heart of a predator.”

”He came here, and in good faith, I entertained him. Yet he wanted to kill my disciple and seize my foundation, a crime punishable by death.”

Jiang Ding slowly spoke, his voice spreading across the entire Immortal City, ”Tushan Immortal City welcomes anyone to come for trade and business, ensuring the safety of all, but specifically does not welcome any bandit cultivators, xiexiu.”

”Let this be a reminder to you all.”

”The senior’s lesson is well received.”

Shang Chengxuan and other commerce association leaders, along with many powerful loose cultivators, felt a chill in their hearts, respectfully responding, ”Juniors will return and certainly inspect within our associations to ensure such incidents do not occur again.”

The overall improvement in the city’s public security was indeed beneficial to these merchants.

”Good.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

With a beckon, a mid-grade Magic Tool gold saber with three deep cracks in the blade streaked across the sky, embedding itself in the city wall. The blood on the handle was a deep red, the pressure of the Triple Grade lingering, untouched by magic, unchanged for centuries.

Then, the long-bearded elder’s blood-soaked Luo Tian treasure robe flew to the city wall, hovering beside the gold saber.

”Go.”

Jiang Ding took a Supreme Magic Tool Flying Sword from his Storage Jade Pendant and casually tossed it. The sword-light flew past, piercing through two holes in the treasure robe, the edge of the sword coming close to the wall, nailing the blood-stained robe to the city wall.

The resplendent Escape Light rolled up, flying towards the center of Tushan Immortal City, leaving behind a handsome young man in green clothes.

”Little Uncle-Master!”

Monk Fa Zheng and others hurried forward to meet him.

In the past, they found their own Junior Uncle challenging to get along with, but compared to others, their Uncle-Master was much better—there was no fear of immediate death for slight offenses.

”Young Master!”

Gong Caiyu, Xia Tu, Chun Shi, Qiu Guo, and other servant girls formed a large circle, their faces filled with joy.

”Disperse.”

Jiang Ding waved his hand, leading everyone towards the council hall.

In the center of the Demon Palace, the light of the teleportation formation flashed, and figures disappeared from sight.

…

In the room.

”After such a deterrence, Tushan Immortal City should remain peaceful for some years now,”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

Cultivators are all stubborn fellows who refuse to shed tears until they see the coffin.

Without taking actual actions, whatever you say about the laws of the Immortal City is almost as good as farting in their ears; it’s utterly useless.

Behind him, the Bluegold Large Tree broke through the soil, spreading into the sky, and in an instant, it grew into a canopy-like tree, swallowing the nearby Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and essence of the sun and moon, transforming into specks of light that landed on him.

Clang!

Under the Sword Intent and Divine Sense, another wisp of Grey Fog was severed, and branches droop down, pulled taut, slowly retracting as they pulled the Grey Fog up into the shade of the Blue Gold Big Sun for smelting.

Then, little by little, it merged into the large tree, and many of the tree’s bark, branches, and leaves showed fine grey patterns.

With the sway of the branches and leaves, the force of the Primordial Magnet grew slightly stronger.

”The previous estimates had some errors. The further it goes, the more difficult it becomes,”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and glanced at the Fusion Magnetic Crystal Core, which was still more than half left, and put it away: ”In these nearly thirty years, 8,272 wisps have been integrated, leaving over a thousand wisps. It’s possible that it would take several more decades to fully integrate and reach perfection.”

”By then, its power would have greatly increased, reaching the limit of the Foundation-building stage of the Flying Sword.”

”No hurry, there’s plenty of time.”

He closed his eyes again, absorbing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence refined by the Bluegold Large Tree, entering a deeper state of cultivation.

Seven o’clock in the morning.

He opened his eyes on time.

The Bluegold Large Tree retracted, flying into the space between his eyebrows and accompanied him out of the room.

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out, bustling about in the kitchen, heating milk, toasting bread, boiling eggs, cooking river noodles; it was incredibly busy.

”Brother...”

Jiang Yuan woke up groggily, barely freshening up before taking a seat at the dining table, ready to be fed.

”...”

Jiang Ding was stunned for a moment.

It took a while for him to respond.

”Didn’t you get married? Why are you here?”

Jiang Ding asked incredulously.

His Divine Sense generally does not intrude into other people’s rooms.

”I’m hungry,”

Jiang Yuan declared boldly: ”The food outside isn’t as delicious as what you make, and the Spiritual Energy within it is the same, so I plan to stay at home on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and to stay in the city center on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and weekends.”

”Does the groom have no objections?”

Jiang Ding felt a lot of joy but asked with some worry.

”Don’t worry, it’s the same,”

Jiang Yuan waved her hand dismissively: ”We don’t live with his parents anyway. He also needs to spend time with his family, and it’s hard for the younger generation to get along with the older ones. Plus, there’s the matter of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts.”

”We’re just too lazy to live together. It’s sufficient to deal with each other politely, and the senior care is handled by each side; at most, we help out.”

”These are matters for the married folks, you wouldn’t understand, so don’t be nosey.”

”I wouldn’t understand?”

Jiang Ding couldn’t help but show a wry smile, yet he had to admit that he was indeed not too familiar with the marriage customs within the Xianmen Sect.

With a thought to his Divine Sense, moments later, a bag of milk and a fresh raw egg, along with some river noodles and other things, flew in through the window and were delivered to the kitchen for the Taiqing Flying Sword to handle.

”Is Xiaoyuan back?”

”How’s married life treating you? Are you getting used to it?”

Soon after, Lin Wanqiu, who had returned from her exercise, greeted her with pleasant surprise.

”I’m fine...”

Since there were no classes today, the family finished breakfast together and then went to the grandparents’ house for a visit, chatting and watching television with the elders, returning home in the evening.

Every day passed by like this.

And before they knew it,

three years had gone by.