Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding’s words deeply pierced Vajra Tuduo’s heart.

”The Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights, the big shots of the Northern Plains, seem imposing, but in reality, they are nothing more than lost dogs in the hands of the Righteous Demonic Alliance. Perhaps at this very moment, the leader Blood Cloud himself has already been beheaded by Patriarch Nascent Soul.”

”Even if the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights have fallen, it’s not your place to criticize, you early-stage Golden Pill practitioner!”

Vajra Tuduo growled lowly.

Boom!

The Covered Kongo Drum floated above his head, booming, sending out rings of gold light, enveloping his trunk, arms, and head as if he was draped in a layer of thick gold armor, impenetrable to all magic.

”Die!”

Vajra Tuduo roared, his muscles bulging, and his speed and strength suddenly surged. In a single leap, he covered a distance of several hundred yards, and his carriage-sized hammer cast a large shadow over the ground.

Even within a few kilometers radius, Golden Pill creatures found it difficult to move under the oppressive might that felt as heavy as a mountain.

”This treasure isn’t bad,”

Jiang Ding took another look at the Covered Large Drum above his head.

Clearly a typical war treasure, strong enough for one-on-one combat, but its true purpose should be on the battlefield, providing a boost in attack, defense, and mobility for a group of people with its golden armor enhancement.

The Azure Flying Sword made a clear ringing sound,

Within the misty azure light, a strand of gold light appeared and rapidly expanded, turning into threads and meshes that enveloped the entire sword body, a terrifying aura spreading to the heavens and the earth.

”This is...?”

Vajra Tuduo’s heart shuddered, his Divine Soul trembling non-stop, warning him of something.

But now, with the arrow nocked it had to be shot, forcibly interrupting his move would leave him severely injured and at the mercy of others.

”Kill!”

He advanced rather than retreated, surging all his mana into the huge hammer and the large drum in his hands. The gold armor on his body instantly became several times thicker, and the carriage-sized gold hammer shone brilliantly.

It even generated endless attraction, pulling in the mud, palaces, and debris around it beneath the hammer.

He felt a sense of calm settling in his heart.

Boom!

A Blue-Gold Flying Sword resisted the giant Vajra hammer’s center. It held firm for a moment before the law-breaking sharp light spread, showering countless metal fragments in a terrible crunching noise.

The carriage-sized Vajra hammer lamented, its Spiritual Light fading as it shrank like a deflated balloon and was flung aside.

On the fist-sized hammerhead, a sword mark deep enough to see the core nearly split it in two.

”This is a top-grade magic treasure!”

Vajra Tuduo was terrified.

Whoosh!

A streak of Blue-Gold Sword Light pierced through his forehead, and the intricate Destruction Sword Qi rushed in, turning swathes of gold light and flesh to ashes.

”Oh?”

Jiang Ding looked surprised.

”Not bad, the art of Golden Cicada Shedding. Even a Golden Pill Peak practitioner might not be able to kill you. No wonder you’ve been hopping around for so long and are still alive.”

Kilometers away, Vajra Tuduo, now shrunken by half and looking like a gold dwarf, burned his Essence Blood and frantically fled towards the edge of the Formation Method.

”Little Sixteen, who the hell did you provoke!”

”Or was it you who invited trouble to your doorstep, all these years of experience feeding the dogs!”

Vajra Tuduo’s heart was filled with intense regret.

”Such a sword cultivator will surely bring disaster to big brother and our brothers...”

Clang!

A sound of a sword ringing out,

Came from afar, yet clearly entered his ears.

”Sir!”

”This is a misunderstanding!”

Vajra Tuduo’s heart trembled with an overwhelming fear that nearly drowned him, ”The twenty-eight unprincipled families of the Righteous and Demonic Alliance dominate the Northern Plains, controlling the fates of all beings. They forbid any cultivator who doesn’t belong to one of the twenty-eight surnames to form their Nascent Soul. Those of outside surnames who dare to stand out will face thunderous strikes.”

”I observe that you, sir, aren’t from the twenty-eight surnames either. We are allies!”

A Flying Sword was about to pierce his forehead, pausing slightly to reveal its blue-gold blade.

Just looking at it, Vajra Tuduo felt an excruciating pain in his forehead as if it would shatter the next moment. He hastily pleaded, ”My elder brother and you, sir, are both distinguished heroes of the Northern Plains with outside surnames. It is only right that we support each other and conspire to form our Nascent Souls. Please do not commit acts that would gladden your foes and grieve your loved ones.”

Whoosh!

The Blue-Gold Flying Sword flashed and pierced through his brow, with the Formation-Breaking, Destruction Sword Light flooding in, obliterating all his vitality.

The Sword Light curled back, bringing with it a weak Divine Soul and a nearly shattered Golden Pill. A vague Taiyin Sword Intent enveloped the Divine Soul, robbing it of consciousness.

He tossed a Third-Order Superior Quality Soul Searching Talisman onto it.

”Sigh, your discipline...”

”As an adversary, that’s not too bad.”

Jiang Ding shook his head, ”But as comrades-in-arms, it would be ten times more terrifying—never knowing when you might die because of your own side’s actions.”

”Besides, everyone who wishes me dead shall die.”

From his perspective, the likes of Blood Cloud were merely rising bandits of certain significance, insane, irrational, uncontrollable, and likely to swell the ranks of their adversaries while narrowing their own base of sympathizers.

He could just watch, offering some assistance, but could not cooperate closely.

Of course, if they foolishly persisted in hostility, casually killing them would not be amiss.

”Don’t even think about it...”

Suddenly, the Divine Soul of Vajra Tuduo twisted in agony, revealing a moment of clarity.

Boom!

The Third-Order Superior Quality Soul Searching Talisman, along with the Divine Soul inside it, collapsed into dust, leaving nothing behind.

”The Soul Searching has failed.”

”Is there something similar to a Xianmen Oath and the hereditary prohibitions passed down by the Nine Great Immortal Sects? Even Yellow Leopard didn’t have any.”

Jiang Ding’s brow furrowed as he accessed Yellow Leopard’s memories, using this event as a keyword to search.

Minutes later.

”This Blood Cloud has quite astonishing destiny.”

Jiang Ding’s expression eased, ”He once explored relics and acquired an ancient Sect’s Communication Treasure, the Nine Sons Heart Concentration Structure, which can shield the Divine Souls of nine people and even prevent Nascent Soul Cultivators from performing Soul Searching. It will never reveal details imprinted by outsiders, somewhat like a hereditary prohibition.”

”Moreover, this man originates from the servile class of the Yin family’s commoners, yet his cultivation journey has been one marvel after another, with misfortunes turning into blessings, quite like the fabled Son of Destiny.”

His expression remained calm, unaffected by the presence of such legendary matters.

Such matters were also recorded within the Xianmen Sect.

Destiny could be seen as when encountering many events in a certain place, there’s a higher probability for outcomes to skew favorably, truly mysterious.

But to say it’s invincible would be far from sufficient.

Destiny cannot create something from nothing; if all the unlikely possibilities could be blocked in advance, destiny wouldn’t be able to play any role.

For example, if the Liudao Sect took Blood Cloud, on the cusp of Nascent Soul Stage, seriously, and dispatched more than three Nascent Soul Monks to entrap him, his death would be certain.

Or if he caught the attention of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, a single thought could lead to instantaneous death.

When faced with such powerful cultivators, the only thing a low-ranking Cultivator could rely on is to hide as much as possible, and not to attract any attention, allowing time and space to shield everything.

Unfortunately, Blood Cloud did not do this, and his fate was already sealed.

He beckoned with his hand, and a storage bag along with the unassuming Covered Large Drum shrouded in Spiritual Light fell into his hand.

He casually opened the storage bag to find the equivalent of tens of millions of Low-grade Spirit Stones, with Third-Order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures making up a good portion—it was a substantial harvest indeed.

”This drum...”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense poured into it.

”Yes, it’s a war Treasure produced by a great Sect, capable of adding golden armor to a person, collectively enhancing attack, defense, mobility, quite old already. The Heaven Light polished soldiers can make use of it; I will bestow it to one of them after their advancement to the Golden Pill Peak.”

After storing these items, Jiang Ding’s figure turned hazy and transformed into the appearance of Peach Blossom Gentleman. He shook his folding fan and walked towards the hut that Vajra Tuduo and the other had intended to enter.

”Let’s see, which heroes and valiant men are after my head?”