Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The Great Sun Sect has split?”

Jiang Ding’s heart quaked as he analyzed the truth of this event.

In the memories of Wei Qingqing, she had participated in numerous battles on behalf of the Great Sun Sect, witnessing affiliated family’s Golden Pill Monks rely on luck to survive narrow brushes with death, over and over.

One day, from the Patriarch Nascent Souls down to the Hei Clan’s direct lineage, they began a frantic escape, disregarding everything, even abandoning the ancestral Beast Spirit Immortal City.

They madly fled beyond the Northern Plains Immortal Cultivation World, casting aside their bewildered affiliated Golden Pill cultivators who had no choice but to flee and hide.

Luckily, the affiliated Golden Pills were not the main target of the Great Sun Sect and barely managed to escape with their lives.

The situation for the Hei Clan’s direct lineage was different.

They were the prime targets for the Great Sun Sect’s Golden Pills to eliminate, constantly hunted down, suffering heavy casualties, with more than half of their numbers withering away.

After hiding and evading for several years, the Beast Spirit Immortal City still had not fallen.

Later on, the Nascent Souls and the direct lineage Golden Pills of the Hei Clan began to return.

Only then did the news break of a split within the Great Sun Sect, a cruel civil war, dividing it in two.

The Righteous and Demonic Alliance and the surviving Hei Clan were formed.

But even so, the strength of the Hei Clan had suffered immense losses and was no longer at its zenith.

As a result, they now found themselves unable to suppress the vast territories under their control.

Now, the Beast Spirit Immortal City could only guarantee absolute order within thousands of miles around the city; beyond that, their influence weakened.

The Nascent Soul Monks would patrol every few years, killing some Golden Pill cultivators, ensuring stability for a few years.

Afterward, the situation would return to its original state.

Third-tier Spiritual Veins, third-tier mines, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, large spirit stone mines... all such treasures formerly exclusive to the Hei Clan’s direct lineage became coveted, and without sufficient power to guard them.

Many impoverished Golden Pill loose cultivators or affiliated family Golden Pills, once they obtained these treasures, would immediately withdraw, meticulously erasing their tracks; even after several years, the Nascent Soul Monks might not be able to catch them.

The plains fell into even greater chaos, and for years, the Hei Clan’s direct lineage tried various methods without seeing any improvements.

Unless the Nascent Soul Monks were to constantly patrol the territories spanning hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

This was impossible.

Nascent Soul Monks could not possibly delay their own path of cultivation for some mere ants, nor serve as puppets, incessantly working day and night; thus, Divine Crow Immortal attempted to support the collateral lineages.

But this, in turn, caused new internal issues.

”Great Sun Sword Cultivators... indeed have such traits.”

After contemplating for a moment, Jiang Ding realized there was indeed a significant possibility of this.

Great Sun Sword Cultivators, domineering, self-centered, proud, and merciless—this was how they acted towards both themselves and others.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the Great Sun Sword Sect’s sword cultivators, the sect naturally existed to serve them, with all heavenly materials, earthly treasures, spiritual lands, and elixirs prioritized for their selection, and only afterwards could the Magic Cultivators of the Great Sun Sect have their turn.

But could the Great Sun Sect’s Magic Cultivators be considered weak?

Although the Magic Cultivators seemed gentle, lacking sharp edges...

A typical example was An Tuzi, who would never fight to the death over matters of face, or for the reputation of his Taoist descendants; he esteemed Eternal Sight, to see where a thousand years would take him.

Yet, once a fundamental conflict arose, he could be even more ruthless and cunning, setting traps and maneuvers before others even made up their minds to act.

For them, a bottom line didn’t exist—all was for the sake of immortality.

”Perhaps the deaths of many Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect are related to the Righteous and Demonic Alliance?”

Jiang Ding contemplated a possibility.

It could be that the Magic Cultivators of the Great Sun Sect had joined forces with the Nascent Souls of the Righteous and Demonic Alliance, launching a surprise attack, a betrayal, which then led to the successful split of the sect.

After all, the inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion leaned more towards the Sword Dao.

Though the number of Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators within the Great Sun Sword Sect might have been small, theoretically they should have been the most powerful group within the sect, steering the direction of the Great Sun Sect.

The core of the legacy was just that.

The power of magic cultivation must be weaker.

”Forget it, these matters are far off for me.”

”Now I can’t influence the major events in the Northern Plains, a brief understanding will suffice.”

Jiang Ding shook his head.

With a flash, after several days, he returned to the Wei Clan ancestral land, holding a square silver-white metal box in his hand.

”Armor-25, a nanofluid robot at the peak of the Golden Pill stage.”

”Mm, Armor-25 self-destructed, and I got an earful from the staff, but no matter, I still received a new one with better security.”

Jiang Ding carefully examined the square metal block in his hand.

He extended a finger, a drop of blood fell, and the metal block absorbed it.

The square metal block dissolved, dripping onto the ground, forming a large puddle of metallic liquid that covered a few square meters.

Moments later,

The metallic liquid bulged, gradually rising to form a silver-white humanoid figure.

The lights on its exterior shifted, and a handsome young man in green clothes appeared before his eyes, identical but with a slightly colder gaze.

With another change, it transformed into a middle-stage Golden Pill monk with an honest and kind appearance.

”From today on, you are Wei Jian.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, then vanished from sight.

He intended to randomly pick a spot to establish his second nest and from now on, would no longer directly communicate with Armor-25.

It would have no memory of this matter, and the transfer of materials would be through an encrypted teleportation formation.

Armor-25 stood blankly for several moments.

Slowly, its gaze began to animate, becoming indistinguishable from that of any human.

”I feel quite a bit weaker all of a sudden.”

”Now, the most important thing is to purchase Gold Copper Stone, to increase the production of No. 21 Synthetic Gengjin. Otherwise, refining the Flying Sword will soon become unsustainable.”

Jiang Ding checked the artificial meridians throughout his body with inner view, murmuring to himself. Then, he concealed his form and flew towards Beast Spirit Immortal City.

...

Beast Spirit Immortal City.

The city walls, entirely cast from black Spiritual Gold, were inscribed with complex runes, towering over a hundred zhang high. Upon closer inspection, it resembled an ink-black divine peak exuding a formidable aura of malevolence.

Many of the unbridled loose cultivators respectfully lined up to enter, occasionally scolded, yet faces brimming with smiles, begging for forgiveness and handing over a bag of Spirit Stones respectfully.

At this moment, a black-robed figure approached from the sky.

A Hei Clan foundation-building cultivator, who had just weighed his storage bag, changed his expression, bowed and said respectfully, ”I greet the senior. May I know where you hail from, your name, and what your business is here?”

Each action was polite and proper, neither humble nor arrogant.

But these inquisitive words were discomforting.

Especially since it was a foundation-building cultivator who dared to directly question a Golden Pill without showing any fear, extremely impolite.

”Zhang San, from the south, to purchase some items.”

Jiang Ding frowned slightly, giving a name that was clearly fake at a glance.

”Senior Zhang, here is your waist token.”

The foundation-building cultivator did not care whether it was true or not. He handed over a token and said respectfully, ”You may stay anywhere in the city. The Hei Clan welcomes friends from all sides, but you must not violate the Hei Clan’s rules, and the token must not leave your body by more than three zhang.”

”If that happens, you might attract attention from the city’s formation method.”

”Alright.”

Jiang Ding glanced at the towering black city wall not far away, took the waist token, and walked on.