Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

This was a half-spider, half-human, a youth with withered yellow hair.

Confronted with the provocation from what seemed to be a newly promoted Heavenly Monarch’s descendant, he simply stared fiercely, without taking a single step forward for a long time.

Neither did he take a step back.

Jiang Ding didn’t seem to pay much attention to him, either.

His Divine Sense was busy scanning the surroundings, assessing the damage to the Six Dao Reincarnation Lifeless Great Formation, whether it could be utilized, as well as what new Formation instruments needed to be refined and the cost of doing so.

After what seemed like an eternity,

”Your Highness, I pay my respects!”

”Dari Swordsman, Your Highness,”

the half-human, half-spider youth bowed slightly, without any arrogance that might come from a Soul Fragment, and spoke with a hoarse voice, ”After more than two thousand years, I see you once again.”

”Two thousand years ago, you met with my father who was suffering from the bizarre torment of Immortal Techniques and trapped in a seal within the Court’s Blessed Land. The scenes from that meeting are still vivid in my mind to this day.”

”Had you not fallen into madness in the end, insisting on killing my father despite Xi Ping’an’s discouragement being in vain, I think, perhaps we could have become friends.”

”Oh?”

Jiang Ding’s gaze slightly condensed as he halted the train of thought on calculating the Formation Method.

The other party was naturally not talking about him.

But about the previous generation’s Great Sun Sword Disciple Mingguangzi.

Mingguangzi seemed to have fallen into the bloodthirsty flaws inherent to the Great Sun Swordsman, not finding a strong opponent and directly choosing the self-sealed Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, regardless of the fact that he seemed to have had some relationship with the Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch before.

This was not strange, as the Great Sun Swordsmen of past generations were known for their lack of kinship and being abhorred by gods and ghosts alike.

However, the final result proved that Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, who was directly exposed to the contamination of Immortal Techniques and yet retained his sanity, was not someone to be trifled with.

You must know, even with the support of Xianmen Sect, I nearly lost myself in the secondary product of Immortal Techniques, the Golden Emperor Bathing Beauty.

Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, on his own, made direct contact with fragments of Immortal Technique and did not go completely mad in the end, which made me have to respect him.

Even within the Small World, elite figures, unmatched in their Domain, can be born!

Although Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch’s character was not that great.

Of course, it must also be acknowledged that at that time, Mingguangzi was only at the Nascent Soul Realm level, below the Divinity Transformation Realm of Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, and, being separated from the Sect, developed poorly, unable to rival a true Great Sun Swordsman.

But Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch had his own weaknesses!

He came from a Small World, with a heritage far inferior to Mingguangzi, and his Life Treasure was also inadequate; it was all relying on the mutations of Immortal Techniques to incredibly change his fate.

”You, know me?”

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

”Yes, just now.”

”Your Concealment Spell is very strong. Only through the battle scenes transmitted by the Soul Fragment was I able to confirm it,” said Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu bowing. ”Your Highness, this incomplete memory Soul Fragment has angered you, and these ignorant family juniors have incited your wrath.”

”They deserve death, without a doubt.”

”And I must thank you for cleaning house for me,” said Wan Zhu respectfully.

”For our first meeting, I present the Liudao Sect’s mountain gate to you as a meeting gift. I hope you won’t disdain it.”

”Ancestor...”

Cultivators from the Liudao Sect like the Six Fingered Old Demon were terrified and panic-stricken.

The half-spider, half-human youth ignored this, maintaining a bow with a humble posture.

”Wan Zhu,”

Jiang Ding’s expression darkened.

”You, using my things to give to me as an offering of apology?”

The Nascent Soul Immortals of the Liudao Sect, including the Six Fingered Old Demon, were stunned, suspecting they had heard wrong.

”This...”

Han Lin’s scalp tingled.

At this moment, he was deeply aware of just how kind his junior uncle was to him!

So kind it was indescribable.

It made him grateful to the point of tears; otherwise, he really feared he might be killed at any moment.

”Wan Zhu, by using my things to offer an apology, do you think that I can be bullied?”

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Was the Liudao Sect’s mountain gate owned by the Northern Plains Families?

No!

It belonged to the descendants of the Six Dao Ancestor!

Of course, they were all dead, wiped out by the likes of Yin’s and Hei Clan, among others from the six major families of the Northern Plains, who usurped everything and were no longer among the living.

The people from Yin’s and the other Northern Plains Families were nothing but a band of robbers!

Now, with this band of robbers dead and the mountain gate shattered without any power to resist,

In the absence of the Six Dao Ancestor’s descendants, to whom does the Liudao Sect belong?

Naturally, to the agents of righteousness who drove out the robbers and acted on behalf of justice!

It belongs to Jiang Ding!

”Yours...”

The half-spider young man’s face revealed a trace of ferocity, evidently extremely disturbed inside, yet he managed to restrain himself, seemingly not too surprised, and bowed, saying, ”You are correct.”

”Indeed, it is yours.”

”It was my insolence, please forgive my offense.”

He grew even more humble, all eight barbed spider legs bent at the knee, and his menacing aura weakened somewhat.

”You see, you do know what etiquette is after all.”

Jiang Ding said approvingly.

”Your Highness, the Great Sun Swordsman,”

Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu said humbly, ”May I be permitted to follow in your wake, to fight alongside you, to vanquish the Demon Race, and restore a bright and clear world for the Human Race?”

”All I ask of you,”

”Is to bestow upon me one small Nascent Soul Longevity Pill.”

He finally revealed his uncontainable desire.

Nascent Soul Longevity Pill!

An elixir that could extend the life of a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch by two thousand years, exceptionally precious!

The Great Sun Swordsman has always been known for his wealth.

Take Mingguangzi, for example; casually dispensing top-tier elixirs and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, and not fearing assassination, even suggesting that he deliberately provokes it.

”Mingguangzi… I should have killed that guy earlier for involving me in this mess,”

Jiang Ding muttered.

If we talk about wealth, Mingguangzi might be the richest among all the past Dari Swordsmen because the last inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was in his possession.

To say his development was stunted is because he could not carry the likes of Great Sun Heavenly Pond and other most elite Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures in his Storage Treasures.

As for the slightly less elite Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures that could fit into Storage Treasures, he was hardly short on those.

”So… You…”

Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu brightened up.

Was this an indirect acknowledgment from the other party that he had the Nascent Soul Longevity Pill?

Indeed, that was the truth.

The Xianmen Sect might indeed be poor, but as a Realm Dominator Force, it surely had a Nascent Soul Longevity Pill, not just one but dozens, and they were readily available.

But they were expensive, requiring Divinity Transformation Battle Merits, more than thirty of them, and it seemed there were even more stringent conditions.

These harsh conditions were not a problem for Jiang Ding.

”Wan Zhu,”

”You are not qualified.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently: ”Even setting aside your morality, the numerous bloody crimes you have committed against the Human Race disqualify you.”

”Even ten of you, twenty of you combined could not compare to the value of a single Nascent Soul Longevity Pill.”

”Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch might just barely qualify, but he would need to surrender all his Immortal Techniques.”

”Not qualified…”

”Qualified…”

Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu’s humble smile gradually faded, returning to indifference.

”You don’t seem too pleased?”

Jiang Ding feigned ignorance and continued, ”I have yet another matter to tell you.”

”The Guishan Tie Family of Rule Mountain that you reside in also belongs to me.”

”The legitimacy of this comes naturally from the welfare of the people of the world. The countless cultivators and billions of ordinary people of the Northern Plains have been harmed by you and your family considerably, with blood and tears spanning ten thousand years, innumerable persons have died in injustice.

”Over the millennia, the bodies of those who died unjustly could cover the entire Northern Plains grasslands.”

”Amidst the cries of billions of humans, I have appeared, upholding the will of the people of the world; I am prepared to kill you, to avenge the world and reclaim the ill-gotten wealth that rightfully belongs to the people of the world.”

”This legitimacy, in my opinion, even surpasses that of the Liudao Sect here.”

”Do you agree?”

Jiang Ding asked, ”If you agree, then hurry up and commit suicide.”

”Hahaha!”

”Commit suicide?”

”It’s I, the old one, who has been too optimistic.”

Heavenly Monarch Wan Zhu burst into hearty laughter, standing tall like an ancient pine, no longer showing any trace of servility, exuding an air of unruly grandeur: ”You little rascal…”

”Just can’t change your shitty nature!”

His face suddenly twisted into ferocity.

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh!

Behind Jiang Ding, unbeknownst to when, eight sinister barbed demonic spider legs, akin to eight Divine Spears, appeared, sealing off all possible spaces for escape, carrying endless shadows and a curse powerful enough to slay a Heavenly Monarch, suddenly stabbed down!