Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Northern Plains Families had always been worried that the very thing they had diligently guarded against through countless generations, pouring in massive manpower and resources, had finally occurred.

Dozens of direct lineage cultivators from various families, no matter how brilliant their talents or how abundant their resources, how could they compare with the elites of the Northern Plains that had been accumulated over countless generations by billions of beings?

In this era, a small breach had appeared in the Northern Plains Families’ defenses, revealing crude Nascent Soul cultivation methods like the Blood Spirit Classic, and one after another, Immortals of Nascent Soul emerged; just within a century, there were more than twenty of them.

If this continued, it would not be strange to see the number of Immortals of Nascent Soul within the Northern Plains Families surpassed within another one or two hundred years.

”Demonslaying Alliance?”

Jiang Ding pondered over this newly-formed organization of loose cultivators.

There must be utter chaos within, with mutual distrust; betrayal and selling out could happen at any time.

Without a strong core to suppress them, the combined strength of the Beiyuan cultivators was not increasing, but weakening!

This had already been proven by numerous facts before.

All were at the early stage of Nascent Soul, all had fought their way up, you are an elite, and I am not weak; even if someone is a bit stronger, there’s no excessive fear.

This was perhaps the reason why Blood Cloud was willing to abdicate and offer his position.

After several Tushan maids advanced to Nascent Soul, the strength of their army formation soared, already enough to suppress these newly emerged Nascent Soul monks.

Yet, they would inevitably become the target of multiple attacks.

”Don’t engage, continue to lurk, at the highest level of concealment,”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

”...Yes!”

Chun Jian, Hei Louxi, and other Nascent Soul stage maids turned slightly pale, unable to hide their disappointment.

This was undoubtedly a significant detriment to their interests!

Without a Fourth-Order Spiritual Vein, nascent Soul Immortals faced difficulty advancing further and could only watch time slip away, helplessly witnessing the loss of their Life Energy.

If it had been an earlier time, they would have been furious, their anger boiling over, their intent to kill overflowing; they would not have easily compromised.

Now, they could only dutifully agree, not even daring to secretly defy.

Not only dare not, but they also had to carefully maintain their cover to prevent any mistakes from being seen as intentional defiance of orders.

”Now is not the right time,”

Seeing this, Jiang Ding reluctantly offered an explanation, ”The Demonslaying Alliance is indeed very weak now, struggling to survive by exploiting the conflicts between the Great Sun Sword Sect and Great Sun Dharma Sect in direct combat, despite facing stronger opponents. Meanwhile, a large number of powerful loose cultivators are secretly watching and waiting to strike.”

”However, it is precisely at such times, when the wild beast is wounded and formidable enemies surround it, that they often become more frenzied, reckless, and internally more united.”

”If the loose cultivators dare to provoke them at this time, they will surely face the desperate struggle of the Demonslaying Alliance’s Nascent Souls.”

”So, it is not the right time,”

”Nascent Soul Monks have long lifespans; you must get used to this, not hasten for quick success.”

”That’s what Qi Practitioners and Foundation-building cultivators should do, for they don’t have that much time and must vie for every moment; it’s different for you.”

”You must be patient and wait for the right opportunity,”

”Master, we have learned our lesson,”

Hei Louxi and the others said with shame, feeling as if they had gained more insight.

Compared to such a seasoned Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator, they were still inexperienced, silently taking his words to heart and instinctively emulating him.

Yes.

Able to effortlessly slay four Nascent Soul stage maids, preventing even their Nascent Souls from escaping, and showing no need for a Fourth-Order Spiritual Vein.

What else could he be, if not a Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator?

Such a figure, so patient, had come to the Northern Plains hundreds of years ago, indifferent to wealth and titles, willingly hidden, nurturing his wings, remaining silent for a long time.

With such careful planning, his target must be…

Many maids gasped for breath.

”Withdraw, for now,”

”lying low remains the top priority.”

Jiang Ding waved his hand,

”By the way, dismantle the teleportation arrays that Immortal Jinyu and the others had previously set up—those linking the Demonslaying Alliance and the Great Sun Sword Sect, as well as the communication networks. This lair is no longer safe; we’ll switch to another.”

He tossed out a scroll that detailed these items.

”Yes!”

A large group of women kneeled and bowed, retreating in order of their rank.

The Central Courtyard fell silent once again.

”Lying low...”

Jiang Ding fell into contemplation.

The reasons he gave to the maids weren’t the main ones.

The main reason was that all actions had to wait until he ascended to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Otherwise, it would severely conflict with his interests.

In such circumstances, he wouldn’t lift a finger even if the Tushan Maiden Corps faced annihilation.

Besides, once he reached the peak of the Golden Pill stage, he would immediately head to the Great Sun Sword Sect to demand compensation.

If the Great Sun Sword Sect was unwilling to cooperate, to abide by the fairness and justice due among cultivators, to give him compensation,

then he would have no choice but to wipe out the entire Great Sun Sword Sect.

At that time, it might attract the attention of the Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch of the Northern Plains.

He could run away, but these maids might not be able to.

As for the subordinates ascending to Immortals of Nascent Soul, the Tushan influence still lying low, that wouldn’t raise suspicions... it wasn’t likely, as Immortal Tushan had always been sneaky, never showing his face—it was totally normal.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept across the surroundings, and he nodded slightly.

The maids were efficient at their tasks, in a very short time, they had dismantled the secret arrangements of the formations by Immortal Jinyu and others, and immediately set up even more hidden space formations and killing arrays, the triggered kind.

The five Nascent Soul Stage maids busied themselves, working together to set up one trap after another, densely distributed throughout the entire Tushan Central Court, an unsettling sight to behold.

Even a late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, if not careful, could suffer heavy injuries in an instant upon entering.

Once everything was done, they bowed toward the Central Court and vanished upon the teleportation Formation.

The highest level of concealment had now begun.

From this moment on, they would communicate through a single channel. As long as their source master wasn’t caught, it would be impossible to eliminate them all at once—at most, only a part would be lost.

Jiang Ding also left the place.

With his serious injuries not yet recovered and the peak of the Golden Pill stage not reached, he wouldn’t reappear in the Northern Plains.

Meanwhile, deep within the Soulless Desert, in a place devoid of any mana, aura or traces of cultivators, a figure also vanished.

...

Silver Sky Island dormitory.

Under the Sun God Wood.

The youth in blue was sitting cross-legged, cultivating. The Super Warship Great Sun was nestled among the branches, imbibing the Great Sun Essence and Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi to refine the warship’s body, bit by bit inscribing the Heavenly Gang Electromagnetic Prohibition.

Within a hundred kilometers, with every breath, the wind rushed and clouds surged, endlessly tumultuous.

At a certain moment, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Hum!

Humming!

The Taiqing Flying Sword suddenly began to hum and tremble as if excited about something, becoming very spirited in an instant.

”Something has been born...”

Jiang Ding looked into the distance, towards the direction of the Star Domain where the Eight Great Immortal Sects were located.