Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Possessed by the Inner Demon...”

”I didn’t expect that, a century later, I would experience it once more,”

Jiang Ding whispered to himself.

This was merely a clue to Immortal Technique, not an actual fragment of one, yet it easily triggered his Internal Demon.

Obsession.

The longing for immortality, the worries over the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art—these were fears he had always concealed at the bottom of his heart, the unease during the still of the night.

Embarking on the path of the Taiqing Flying Sword, the tremendous rewards he had gained in turn made him incompatible with the majority of Xianmen cultivators. Without the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, he might never step into the realm of the Nascent Soul, his path constrained.

”But, that is all it is.”

As Jiang Ding recalled the variety of forms his Internal Demon took on, he sneered, ”It’s nothing but impatience for quick success and instant benefit. If I were to really go to all lengths, to overdraw the trust and tolerance Xianmen has for me, I could indeed accelerate the research progress of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art. But what about the future?”

”How then can I ask for the cooperation of others?”

”Benevolence, morality, etiquette, credibility—these are not empty concepts. They are the minimum internal conflict methods concluded over the course of human societal development. Those who discard these are not expressing individuality, self, or the pursuit of the Way.”

”They are simply foolish!”

”Even I, easy to bully—were it my true self here, not even a ripple would arise, as it would be chopped into fine powder at the bud stage.”

He put down the scroll.

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly.

This was poison, with terrifying traps, but at the same time a supreme delicacy, containing various insights into the Five Elements Gold, possibly related to the Golden Causality, it was a part of the skin of Immortal Technique.

Looking around, most Golden Pill Monks had already settled on their choice of tablet to comprehend, and quite a few people had chosen one together, eagerly looking this way.

They didn’t even glance at the nearby Golden Pill Monks who had spewed blood and retreated violently, completely ignoring them.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept over the several tablet positions of the Luoxu Clan’s predecessors surrounded by a large number of Golden Pill Monks.

There were historically famous Immortals, as well as the unknown, what they had in common was the comprehension of Cultivation Methods within, not of techniques, the powerful yet not immediately needed things that might contain some elaboration of the Nascent Soul path.

”Choosing based on the merit rankings allows only one chance,”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept over and he said indifferently.

”Only this!”

Immortal Baimei, Hei Louxi, Hei Loucheng, and others were overjoyed, queuing up one by one to select their own insight quotas based on their merit.

Those with insufficient merit looked distressed and retreated helplessly, choosing again from around.

Han Lin’s eyebrows lifted with joy; he ranked twenty-second in merit and could just manage to queue for an unremarkable spirit position of the Luoxu Clan to comprehend. After making his report, he cheerfully joined the queue.

”Oh right, this is for you.”

Jiang Ding remembered something, rummaged through his storage bag, and took out over twenty blank Jade Slips to give away. He then floated them over to Han Lin’s side.

”These are the twenty-four Classics-grade practice methods of the Luoxu Clan. Take a look when you have time. Even if you don’t understand them, record them as a foundation for your knowledge. If you need any particular Cultivation Method or secret technique, let me know. Once I’ve sorted it out, I’ll distribute a copy to you.”

”Mmm, it’s a bit regrettable, without the Nascent Soul level inheritance. However, the Golden Pill inheritance of the Luoxu Clan far surpasses the outside world, and can be considered beneficial.”

Before entering the Luoxu Clan, Jiang Ding had promised to share any inheritance he received.

”Thank you, Tushan Master!”

Han Lin was delighted, bowing deeply in gratitude.

For a Loose Cultivator like him, nothing was more precious than an inheritance. Receiving so much at once, he was momentarily overwhelmed, as if struck by a mountain of gold.

As for the lack of Nascent Soul inheritance, he had also heard about it, and indeed it was so; there was no deception.

The Loose Cultivators around suddenly looked at him with burning eyes, memorizing the appearance of this Golden Pill early-stage Cultivator deep in their hearts.

”No need for thanks; I am simply fulfilling a promise,”

Jiang Ding shook his head and unrolled the scroll in his hands, continuing to comprehend the various aspects of the Five Elements Gold depicted within.

As for the greed shown by the surrounding cultivators, he was aware of it but chose to ignore it.

Han Lin was a partner, not a subordinate. Any risks would have to be borne by him.

There should be boundaries in the interpersonal interactions between cultivators, one must not manage everything.

”My lord...”

A Golden Pill early-stage cultivator hesitated for a long time before walking forward, bracing himself.

Jiang Ding smiled and looked over, seemingly guessing what was on his mind.

”Lord Tushan,”

The Golden Pill cultivator felt a chill in his heart, but still said, ”According to your second Tushan rule and the Sutra Pavilion’s laws, is this scroll within the agreed scope?”

”Naturally, it should not be, which would be perfectly reasonable. I am merely curious and inquiring.”

He quickly added.

”It is.”

Jiang Ding smiled faintly, ”My promises are valid until they meet an irresistible external force. A mere painting will certainly not affect anything.”

”My lord is magnanimous!”

The Golden Pill early-stage cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, bowed deeply in gratitude, and retreated without saying anything about borrowing anything.

Several onlookers were pleasantly surprised.

”There are some suggestions that you all may consider.”

Jiang Ding thought it over for a moment and said, ”This painting is very dangerous, exceedingly so even for me. If you wish to comprehend it, there may be unforeseen consequences, which you must bear on your own.”

”We understand.”

The Scorching Sun Swordsman, the Six Dao Saint, and others solemnly bowed, clearly not ignorant of the implications.

”Then it is good.”

Jiang Ding, unconcerned with their minor actions, casually tossed the scroll, which floated down in front of those few.

”Thank you, my lord!”

The Scorching Sun Swordsman’s hands trembled as he took the scroll to comprehend. His facial expression changed drastically, now angry, now twisted, now blank.

”Pff!”

Merely a few breaths later, the Scorching Sun Swordsman spewed blood and retreated explosively, his complexion ashen as if covered in gold leaf, his breath dropping off a cliff, and his face full of terror as he fumbled to take out a life-saving elixir to swallow.

”Next.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

The clues to Immortal techniques are not so easily withstood.

The Six Dao Saint was fearful in his heart but did not hesitate to take over the scroll, but after just a few breaths, he met the same fate as the Scorching Sun Swordsman.

He did not have any life-saving elixirs, and his Golden Pill Peak cultivation base plummeted instantly, his breath faint as if on the verge of death.

”What is this thing?”

The surrounding Golden Pill cultivators were shaken; originally still tempted, they now instantly lost all desire.

If the two Elites ended up in such a state, it would be a death wish for them to step forward, and there would be no different outcome.

”Next.”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, quietly cultivating, indifferent to Six Dao Saint’s serious injury and near death, and to Blood Cloud’s incessant hesitation, focusing only on his own matters.

These people, if they died, they died.

To him now, they were no longer useful. If he were not complying with his promises, he would have already taken action to cleanse the Golden Pills of both the Righteous Demon Pact and the Hei Clan.

Every day, comprehending the scroll, organizing the books of the Luoxu Clan, or giving guidance to the shamelessly inquisitive Han Lin, he spent his time in leisure and comfort.

Unknowingly, several months had passed, and the Luoxu Clan was about to close its sect gates.

”I am leaving.”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked at Han Lin, ”There might be Nascent Soul Monks lying in ambush outside. They might focus their attention on me, so be careful on your own and try your best to survive.”

”Master Tushan, take care on your journey.”

Han Lin took a deep breath and spoke earnestly.