Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding flew at breakneck speed, covering hundreds of kilometers in the blink of an eye and casting aside the events that had just unfolded, his thoughts turning instead to the matter of the Divine Crow Immortal.

”No rush for now, I’m currently incapable of killing a Nascent Soul Monk.”

”The construction of the super warship will take another five years to complete. After that, I should start considering how to lure out the Divine Crow Immortal without leaving any loose ends. This should not be hard; the Hei Clan’s territory is rife with chaos, any spot could be chosen and expanded upon.”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

At the Nascent Soul realm, it’s rare for one to seclude oneself for a hundred years, but seclusions of several decades are quite common.

If it can be avoided, it’s better not to wait.

Of course, all of this is under the premise of absolute safety.

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Back at the original location, Han Lin was surrounded by a flickering blood light, narrowly dodging the attacks from the black coffin Treasure. One of his arms had somehow turned into a skeleton and hung limply by his side.

Clearly, he had played another ace up his sleeve, barely escaping with his life.

”Indeed, there’s no baseless reputation under the prestige.”

The red-faced elder of the Hei Clan had no hint of triumph, saying warily, ”This man is truly worthy of being a Golden Pill who escaped from the hands of the Six Dao Saint; just an early-stage Golden Pill, yet so hard to kill. What if he reached the Middle Jindan Stage, or the late stage?”

A wave of murderous intent surged in his heart.

At that moment, besides greed, a tremendous sense of mission also arose within him.

This kind of person,

If allowed to grow, I fear he might become another Blood Cloud, shaking the foundation of the Hei Clan and the families of the Northern Plains in the future, bringing endless trouble to the descendants.

”After the Great Sun Sect, who knows how many evil spirits and monsters there are in the Northern Plains.”

The beautiful woman from the Hei Clan sighed as well, wearing down the enemy’s Mana bit by bit and waving her hand to release Array Flags one after another, sealing off the space tightly. Only then did she look at the ordinary-looking young man at the center and poured persuasive demonic whispers into his ears, ”Immortal Qinglin, why not surrender? I swear on my ancestors that I will ensure your Divine Soul enters Reincarnation.”

”In your next life, if you have a good start, you might achieve eternal life.”

Han Lin remained silent.

He burned a strand of his essence blood, transforming it into Mana and igniting several top-tier third-level Talismans, temporarily fending off the attacks of the black coffin and Bronze Ge Treasures, as well as the recurring black feather Magic.

”Crane, do you still have any tricks left?”

Han Lin asked in a low voice within his Divine Soul, ”If really there is no other way, I can create an opening for you to escape unscathed, which wouldn’t be in vain given our many years of acquaintance.”

...

There was no response.

After a long while,

A doubtful and lengthy sigh resounded.

”You and that place, weren’t you on good terms? Why isn’t he coming to save you?”

An aged voice sounded.

”That person?”

”What person?”

Han Lin was stunned for a moment.

He then realized, in the world of Cultivation, who could he consider a good friend and also be capable of easily saving him?

”Junior Uncle!”

Han Lin was overjoyed, but upon hearing what followed, his heart sank suddenly.

”He’s long gone.”

The aged voice heaved a sigh, ”Why can’t you learn from him? Isn’t he stronger than you? Yet he never stirs up trouble. Not just trouble; I reckon not a single Cultivator in the entire Northern Plains has seen him, let alone get involved in any karma or pursuit.”

”Unlike you, who gets chased wherever you go, never having a moment’s peace.”

He scolded angrily.

”This is not what I wish for.”

”Mostly it’s just bad luck.”

Han Lin smiled wryly. ”Besides, how can I compare to Junior Uncle? He has peerless talent and only needs to cultivate steadily to reach the next realm.

With my Quadruple Spiritual Root, if I were to follow his lead and avoid karma, I’d probably not even hope to establish a foundation, let alone achieve the eighth or ninth level of Qi cultivation, and would have turned into a pile of bones long ago.”

”That’s also true.”

”Your talent... is indeed a bit lacking.”

The aged voice sighed and grew curious, ”You don’t seem to hold any resentment? Being left to die without help, yet from a person with whom you had relations—ordinary people tend to harbor resentment.”

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”How can this be?”

Han Lin shook his head, ”In our previous interactions, it was mostly the junior uncle who favored me. To him, it was just a casual act of kindness, not because he held me in any special regard or felt any deep bond.”

”That’s just his way of doing things. Many ordinary folks from Yue Country, many from other lands, have received his grace, yet most have not even heard his name, nor has he cared for recognition.”

”Such prideful Sword Cultivators,” Han Lin sighed.

”I’m afraid he never cared about getting anything in return from those he has helped; he simply enjoys acting in such a manner.”

”To repay a bag of rice with gratitude and bear a grudge over a cup of rice; such matters are beneath my concern.”

”Crane, what preparations should we make?”

Han Lin smiled wryly, ”I am prepared to Burn Essence Blood and find someone else to bear the brunt, you should seek an opportunity to escape.”

He wasn’t worried about this.

This person was an old and strange creature, with inscrutable and unpredictably cunning methods; Han Lin only meant to give a final reminder.

Then there was silence for a while.

”It has not yet come to that.”

An aged voice stopped him from Burning his Essence Blood.

”Can you still perform another space-teleporting flash?”

Han Lin’s mana technique paused surprised and pleased.

”Not exactly, let’s just try,” the aged voice sighed.

”If I do it now, it feels like I’m incurring a great loss. Sword Cultivators are known for keeping promises, sigh, but there’s no other choice...”

A strand of high-quality Divine Sense, using a Secret Technique to penetrate the Formation Method, reached an unknowable distance away.

...

”Young friend...”

Jiang Ding, who was flying concealed in the sky, suddenly felt a jolt of alarm.

A strand of Divine Sense silently entered his Sea of Consciousness; all defenses, all Concealment, were useless against it. It reached his Sea of Consciousness and transformed into a voice of vicissitudes.

Clang!

Inside the Sea of Consciousness, the minor-completed Sword Intent of Destruction resounded sharply, then sent out a wave of spirit-breaking and Law-destroying will, locking onto the target. The oppressive force rushed down like a tide, surrounding the invasive Divine Sense, obscuring and sealing it to prevent any probing of the Sea of Consciousness, then cut it down clean and neat with a sword slash.

”Hold on, young friend, I am...”

The voice of vicissitudes became much shriller.

Jiang Ding’s Sword Intent struck down even faster.

Against such an intrusion into his Sea of Consciousness, he had no desire for conversation; killing it and then keeping distance was the best course of action.

”Herbal Magical Fruit!”

The vicissitude-filled voice shouted loudly.

Although it once held a much higher realm, this strand of Divine Sense was extremely fragile; it was completely helpless under the horrifying Sword Intent, incapable of even the slightest movement.

Jiang Ding’s Sword Intent paused.

”Back then, the matter of the Herbal Magical Fruit!”

”Young friend! Both you and I are children of the same mother, you can’t kill me, can you?”

The hurried voice of vicissitudes pleaded, fearing the merciless stroke of the sword, which would end everything.

”This aura feels somewhat familiar...”

Jiang Ding refrained from killing, and after applying multiple seals and trapping the strand of Divine Sense, he fell into deep thought.

Back then, in the Nine Heavens Relics, he underwent many hardships and ultimately succeeded in obtaining a Herbal Magical Fruit, endowing Lin Wanqiu, who was already in his forties or fifties with mediocre aptitude and understanding, with a Herbal Spiritual Body.

With it, Lin Wanqiu successfully advanced in Cultivation, extending his life by two hundred and fifty years.

This Herbal Magical Fruit was planted personally by a senior of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect thousands of years ago, to commemorate his late mother and leave a legacy for future generations.

”Sinking Crane... senior?”

Jiang Ding asked hesitantly.

The aura of this strand of Divine Sense, and the aura left on the characters beneath the Spirit Trees of the Herbal Spiritual Body by that predecessor as he reminisced about his mother, shared similarities, yet differences too.

If this truly was closely related to that predecessor, he was willing to grant a favor.

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