Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding looked toward the Merit Board.

Wei Qingqing was first, Yu Zhong second, and behind each record of merit was a Divine Sense Brand. Anyone who touched it with their Divine Sense could see scenes of the cultivators fighting, killing, and persuading other Golden Pill Monks, scenes submitted by the cultivators themselves and verified for no duplications or conflicts.

Especially the latter, persuasion accounted for the majority of the merits.

To tell the truth, both Yu Zhong and Wei Qingqing, one at the Middle Jindan Stage, the other at the early Golden Pill stage, were far from surpassing everyone in strength. Yet, they had persuaded the most people, thereby gaining the most merit.

As for fighting and killing, that occupied only a small part of their achievements. Mainly because once the Formation Method was breached, there was hardly any enemy worth mentioning left.

The Golden Pill Divine Sense operated at lightning speed.

In just a dozen breaths, each Golden Pill Cultivator had already chosen their desired third-tier Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, third-tier Treasure, and a few with more merits opted for fourth-tier Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Many limited-quantity third-tier Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were exchanged in the blink of an eye, first-come-first-served.

”Immortal…”

Once everything was over, all the Golden Pill Cultivators eagerly watched Jiang Ding.

”Fellow Daoists, catch.”

With a thought, Jiang Ding made storage bags float up and automatically open. Out flew various Elixirs, ores, Treasures, bottles of mana-enhancing Elixirs, and even fourth-tier Elixirs and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. They traced eye-catching arcs as they soared in the sky.

All sorts of treasures and Heavenly Materials covered the sky, their gleaming brilliance illuminating dozens of miles around.

These Heavenly Materials and Treasures traced dynamic lines through the air, showing no sign of chaos, flying precisely under controlled manipulation toward each cultivator, landing in their hands.

A few breaths later, the sky cleared.

All the Golden Pill Cultivators had rosy complexions and bright eyes. They repeatedly touched their storage bags, occasionally letting out foolish grins, showing none of the dignity expected of a Patriarch Jin Dan.

”The last matter.”

Jiang Ding slowly spoke up, interrupting everyone’s daze, ”The awarding of the Nascent Soul Cultivation Method is set for Daoist Wei Qingqing and Yu Zhong. Does anyone have any objections?”

He gestured with his hand, and seven cultivation methods, stripped of various bloody secret techniques, lined up in a row, floating in front of everyone.

”These cultivation methods are the ’Thousand Crow Feather Transformation Canon,’ ’Great Black Heaven Night Canon,’ ’Golden Flame Fire Feather Canon,’ ’Hundred Ghosts Myriad Transformations Slaughter Truth Canon’ and… all seven of them.”

”Of these, five require the bloodline of the Hei Clan to cultivate successfully, otherwise, it’s extremely difficult.”

”The remaining two, ’Golden Flame Fire Feather Canon’ is fire-elemental, moderate and balanced, ’Hundred Ghosts Myriad Transformations Slaughter Truth Canon’ has had its killing and ghost-refining techniques removed by me; they can only hunt Demon Beasts for cultivation. The two honored Daoists might want to consider them.”

Jiang Ding didn’t arrange for ”the fated to choose.” He was direct, giving a clear choice to each.

”Of course, the two can also check the first parts by themselves and then make their own choice. I will not interfere.”

In an instant,

Envy, jealousy, and even the occasional murderous intent landed on Wei Qingqing and Yu Zhong.

Especially Wei Qingqing, at the early Golden Pill realm, who was not previously known for being powerful, was like a bright light in the darkness at that moment, incredibly dazzling, firmly attracting the look of every Golden Pill Cultivator.

There were no objections, as the merits had already been confirmed multiple times, including their own.

”Nascent Soul legacy…”

Both Wei Qingqing and Yu Zhong were thirsty and agitated, excited to the point of shaking.

”Immortal, I choose the ’Hundred Ghosts Myriad Transformations Slaughter Truth Canon’!”

Under the greedy and dangerous gaze of many Golden Pill Cultivators, Wei Qingqing did not hesitate for a moment and immediately spoke. She had complete faith in the wisdom of the Immortal of Nascent Soul before her and did not look at the others.

Yu Zhong did slightly differently, reviewing all seven Nascent Soul legacies before selecting the ’Golden Flame Fire Feather Canon’.

The process of a Golden Pill Cultivator’s Divine Soul copying a Nascent Soul technique was bound to take an exceptionally long time. Jiang Ding had no patience for waiting, so he took out two Jade Slips, concealed his own aura, copied the two methods completely, and tossed them to the pair.

”Alright, fellow Daoists, our destinies for today have been fulfilled.”

Jiang Ding looked around with a detached gaze.

”There are some words that I could say—everyone may listen or not listen, it’s all the same. These are just my heartfelt thoughts; merely a casual chat.”

”Please enlighten us, Immortal!”

The numerous Golden Pill Monks wore serious expressions and respectfully spoke.

They knew that this might be the kindest Immortal of Nascent Soul they would ever encounter in their lives. Others wouldn’t possibly treat lower-tier Cultivators this way when they had an absolute advantage in power.

”First, the Righteous and Demonic Alliance is powerful, and I need to prepare to flee. Everyone here, as well as your families, had better start planning early.”

Jiang Ding said bluntly, not feeling the slightest embarrassment about fleeing.

The multitude of Golden Pills took a deep breath.

That was a clear statement—this Immortal of Nascent Soul would not stay long in Beast Spirit Immortal City.

A fourth-grade Spiritual Vein was about to be left empty...

Many minds began to stir.

”Second, within a thousand miles, there must be no fighting for half an instant.”

Jiang Ding looked at everyone.

This place was not a shady inn, nor was it the Lingbao Commerce Association, which wouldn’t care about anything once they sold their goods, indifferent even if a customer was murdered and robbed right at the doorway. Such incidents weren’t allowable.

Whoever it belonged to, it must remain theirs.

Of course, he wouldn’t oversee everything to the very end, managing others for a lifetime. Cultivators from other worlds were too chaotic; fighting, killing, and robbing were their nature and simply beyond control.

However, at the very least, they must abide by the order established during this time in his presence.

”...Yes!”

”We will follow Immortal’s command to the letter.”

Many Golden Pill Monks glanced at Wei Qingqing and Yu Zhong with reluctance but still respectfully bowed.

”Then let it be.”

”If fate allows, we shall meet again.”

Jiang Ding casually tossed a Teleportation Talisman from Hei Clan’s Treasury to Wei Qingqing and Yu Zhong. His Sword-light exploded, tearing through space and vanishing in an instant.

He flew away as fast as possible without any hesitation, as if chased by a dog nipping at his heels.

”Let’s go!”

Wei Qingqing and Yu Zhong exchanged a glance and activated the Teleportation Talisman without hesitation, disappearing from the spot.

For a moment, who knows how many Golden Pill Monks sighed in frustration.

They looked at each other, quickly scattering in all directions, using every ounce of their strength to fly towards their own families as fast as they could.

Messaging talismans were used to inform key family Cultivators to immediately evacuate, scattering to various parts of the Northern Plains; the same went for ordinary disciples and clansmen—no longer concerned with anything else, not bothering with their belongings, they simply grabbed some provisions and left at once.

Hastily and frantically.

Some Golden Pill Monks, after informing their clans, didn’t wait for a response and didn’t even bother to return—a single person flew towards a direction far from Beast Spirit Immortal City.

Being Golden Pills affiliated with the Hei Clan, they were all too aware of how the Northern Plains families treated traitors.

Unable to live, unable to die.

This was merely the shallowest and lightest of consequences.

On the other hand, Jiang Ding took even more extreme measures; after several days of flying, he plunged into the Soulless Desert, directly leaving the Northern Plains, planning to hide in Three Kingdoms for a while—at least for the next decade or so, he wouldn’t return to the Northern Plains.

Even in Three Kingdoms, he would not appear for long. After a short stay, he intended to return and hide within Xianmen Sect.

He didn’t believe that, under the immense pressure of the Great Sun Sect and the Great Sun Sword Sect marshaling troops at the border, and with the internal turmoil between the reformist and conservative factions, the Righteous and Demonic Alliance would send at least a dozen Nascent Soul Monks to keep watching him, lurking for ten or even dozens of years, just to kill a landless, wandering Immortal of Nascent Soul.