Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Six Dao Saint Heir, humbly and respectfully prostrated on the ground.

There was no hint of the overbearing manner of the Six Dao Sect’s Saint Heir who dominated the Diabolism of the Northern Plains, nor the spirited demeanor that once commanded the ever-changing scenarios of the Immortal Cultivation World of the Northern Plains.

It was as though he was naturally so, born lowly, aloyal and devoted servant.

”It seems,”

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

”Even within the Diabolism, the competition among the descendants of Yin’s is brutally fierce.”

One by one, so perceptive of the times, lacking any arrogance or wilfulness of the nobility’s offspring, it made him want to put an end to their lives right there and then.

”The lord jests.”

The Six Dao Saint Heir said with an apologetic smile, ”Within the Demon Sect, fratricide and patricide are quite common; I was merely trying to protect myself, there was no other way.”

”In fact, I have always aspired to the Righteous Dao since I was young and have longed to abandon the shadows for the light.”

”Hmm, a commendable aspiration, Fellow Daoist.”

Jiang Ding’s killing intent waxed and waned; he helped the Six Dao Saint Heir to his feet and casually stripped him of his storage pouch and precious garments, leaving him only in his undergarments.

He then smiled slightly, ”How can a fellow Daoist have no Nascent Soul-level escape trump card? By my prediction, there should be one; I was thinking I might have to make another trip.”

As for a Nascent Soul-level offensive trump card, Patriarch Nascent Soul would generally not grant one.

They put their heart into cultivating, not to raise waste nor out of extensive kinships, but rather looking forward to the emergence of a powerful successor, to inherit the glory of the Sect and family, sharing the burdens they face.

Granting offensive trump cards would only engender reliance in low-ranking Cultivators, hardly the effect desired for tempering.

Even worse, it might create a flaw in their Dao Heart, leading to serious adverse consequences when they face the great Nascent Soul tribulation.

Therefore, even if there were deep paternal or maternal bonds, a Nascent Soul Monk would not bestow such an item on their offspring.

”Scorching Sun was in hot pursuit, and quite coincidentally, I encountered Blood Cloud; the two of them, for some reason, joined forces...”

The Six Dao Saint Heir smiled bitterly, seemingly unconcerned about the disappearance of his storage pouch and the loss of his precious garments, as well as the feeling of being stripped bare.

After reaffirming thrice that the other party had no inclination toward the ways of Longyang, he felt a slight regret. He grabbed some soil from the ground, dissolved it into magma with his mana, solidified it, and then weaved it into a robe to wrap around himself, barely serving the purpose of concealment.

Jiang Ding tossed the Six Dao Saint Heir’s precious garment and accessories such as the hair band and crown into one of the many storage pouches he always carried, then hung up the Six Dao Saint Heir’s storage pouch as well, using thin rope to secure it, piling it even higher.

”Blood Cloud and Scorching Sun joining forces?”

He said, somewhat surprised.

Blood Cloud had grown and strengthened within the territories of the Righteous-Demon Alliance, and lately seemed to be eyeing the Royal Court Dragon Qi, gathering followers to form the Blood King Army, and there truly seemed to be the potential for significant developments, bolstered by a power from behind.

Could it be the Great Sun Sword Sect?

”Lord, that is exactly the case,”

The Six Dao Saint Heir replied respectfully, ”Caught off-guard by the two of them combining forces, I fell into a situation of certain death, which led me to use the life-saving trump card given by my grandfather to escape; it has been depleted.”

”It’s also fortunate for this; I was able to meet the lord and serve with the diligence of a dog or a horse.”

His flattery was unmatched.

”I see,”

Jiang Ding nodded, no longer speaking, silently watching the distance.

The Six Dao Saint Heir stood with hands tied, waiting behind him, with posture, expression, and demeanor beyond reproach.

Even though his appearance was as splendid as a Heavenly Man, extraordinarily handsome, any outsider looking over would naturally focus on his serving master rather than on him directly.

Just like a nobly trained son of a great house, meticulously proper, immersion in etiquette has become an instinct.

Quite professional, indeed.

”That... Lord Tushan,”

Han Lin, after meditating to replenish his mana for a good while, stood up, took out a black banner embroidered with endless Evil Ghosts roaring, the full mastery of the seventy-two Earth Evil techniques, and asked, ”Do you need this? It happens to match with his set, and with your skill, elevating it to a Nascent Treasure should not be difficult.”

He could see clearly, all six Reincarnation Banners of the Six Dao Saint now belonged to him, wishing to play the role of a benefactor.

The respectfully standing Six Dao Saint, his veins bulging, his fingernails deeply embedded into his palms, was staring at Han Lin with a chilling gaze that made one’s scalp tingle.

Han Lin couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, even scoffed.

”You this...”

The Six Dao Saint’s body trembled slightly, and he quickly closed his eyes, fearing that he would lose his reason and bring about his own death.

Defeated by a stronger person,

although he was filled with resentment, he could still control himself, survival of the fittest was a natural law, and cultivators of Diabolism agreed with it.

But to be humiliated by such a lowlife was indeed unbearable!

”Thanks, but no need.”

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

The treasures of the Six Dao Saint were nothing more than raw materials to him, there was no such thing as them increasing in power and value after being assembled, he saw no need to owe favors.

Ah, as long as it wasn’t an antagonistic stance, he wouldn’t take others’ possessions.

”Alright then.”

Han Lin felt a bit of regret as he put away the Evil Ghost Banner.

In fact, he had many ideas, such as the Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng... which was something that could assist with Infant Formation.

Just like that, after waiting quietly for several days, a huge group of Golden Pill Monks flew in from the horizon, led by Immortal Baimei and his group, who dutifully stopped every quarter of an hour to regroup, moving quite slowly.

The practice had some effect, when they stopped, the Eight Trigrams Image reluctantly rose up, displaying some semblance of the Nascent Soul Stage’s aura; if it came to a head-on collision, a hard battle, perhaps they could defeat the elite Golden Pill cultivators.

The Six Dao Saint glanced at them, showing a look of disdain and no longer paying attention.

’So quick to show emotions?’

Jiang Ding silently took note of this person’s behavior.

It must be said, he really did well in this aspect, subtly changing himself, with much to learn—if one day he himself was captured, seeking that slim chance of escape, he might have to take this person as a teacher.

”Greetings to Lord Tushan!”

Immortal Baimei and other cultivators said in unison with respect.

”Fellow Daoists...”

Jiang Ding glanced at the information within the One-Eyed Cicada.

Blood Cloud continued to distance itself, without approaching, to pursue them would require who knows how many days, so he simply let it be for now.

”Next, you need to empty the entire Spiritual Medicine Garden of the Luoxu Clan.”

”An individual’s merit will be related to the elixirs they manage to gather.”

”Remember, you must not intentionally destroy the elixirs, you must not uproot them, unripe elixirs must not be harvested, after harvesting you need to replenish them with spirit stones, apply fertilizer...”

Jiang Ding gave a long list of instructions.

In short, the habit of Loose Cultivators of fishing the pond dry, harming others without benefiting oneself, must be corrected, because this place might become one of his spiritual medicine plantation bases in the future.

Of course, that might be in the very distant future, by then, if not invincible, at least he would be able to protect himself within the realm.

”Yes! Lord Tushan!”

Immortal Baimei and other cultivators showed their elation, loudly acknowledging the orders.

Compared to fighting and killing, this kind of cushy job of breaking formations and gathering herbs made their hearts flutter.

This place even had elixirs of the Nascent Soul Stage!

Although they had to give up thirty percent, likewise, they were absolutely safe, which was not a bad deal at all.