Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 337 - 326 He Only Trusts the Sword in His Hand_1

337: Chapter 326 He Only Trusts the Sword in His Hand_1

337 -326 He Only Trusts the Sword in His Hand_1

A glum Escape Light flew from the distance, touching down on the ground and revealing the figure of Wu Makong, his face a mix of regret and fear.

He quickly composed himself.

“Greetings, Junior Master Uncle!”

He hurried to the peak, bowing respectfully.

“Haha!”

Jiang Ding laughed heartily upon seeing him, “What does it feel like to offend a vengeful Golden Pill Monk to death?”

In the world of Cultivation, the Sect’s rules are in place.

But whether they are effective depends on the identity, status, and background of the parties involved.

Otherwise, finding a pretext to slay someone who disrespects their elders on the spot is not too surprising.

“Restless and unable to settle the mind for cultivation.”

“Fearful that at the next moment, a giant flaming hand will descend from the sky and crush me into ashes,”

Wu Makong said with a wry smile.

“Good, you’re an honest man,”

Jiang Ding praised, throwing him a Storage Bag: “Here are some Elixirs of Foundation Establishment Stage for cultivation exchanged from the Sect and your Divine Soul Brand left when you joined the Sect.

Go and gather intelligence on Xuetu Hall; I’ve already made arrangements for you within the Sect.

Return or not after ten years depending on the situation.”

That’s the way it is.

The other party already owed him a life, so taking care of loose ends was just a matter of habit, not really owing the other party anything.

“Thank you, Junior Master Uncle!”

Wu Makong was overjoyed and bowed deeply.

The world of Cultivation is vast and boundless.

Just find a desolate corner to hide in, and how could a Golden Pill Monk, however powerful, find you?

“Go,”

Jiang Ding waved his hand.

Wu Makong bowed once more and hurried away without even returning to his own cave dwelling.

“Gong Caiyu received the same arrangement, but with a higher level of consideration,”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

He indeed planned to leave the Qiyu Sect, not even leaving an avatar behind – the place now restricted him more than it protected him.

In the outside world, merely a False Dan Cultivator.

“I planned the same for Han Lin, but I can’t find him,”

“I’m afraid that at the moment when the Foundation Establishment Celestial Phenomenon appeared at Huolongfeng Peak, he had already fled, disappearing without a trace, leaving only one or two people in the Sect to report the news.”

“After confirming the Foundation Establishment, the informant also broke off contact, no one knows where he is, though hardly anyone paid him any mind as a Qi Practitioner.

It was really needless worry.”

Jiang Ding produced a wisp of a Divine Soul Brand in his hand, belonging to Han Lin, and crushed it casually.

It’s not about undermining the Qiyu Sect.

But with Zhou Kunlong’s narrow-mindedness, if they continued to stay in the Sect, they would die – the two Golden Pills would not stop this, they would rather enjoy it, allowing some of their anger to be vented.

Divine Sense touched the Golden Pendant lightly.

“Greetings, Master,”

Twelve maids named Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter flew past the mountaintop in turn, their faces pale as the message of having a Foundation Establishment Monk as an enemy weighed on them like Mount Tai, terrified and anxious.

“I’m leaving, heading to Lanshan Spirit Mine to preside over it,”

Jiang Ding spoke slowly.

The Electromagnetic Magical Gold Ore and Strategic Mineral Quicksilver Spirit Gold from Lanshan Spirit Mine were very important to him, definitely not something Zhou Kunlong could influence.

Of course, he wasn’t really going there – Armor-25 was well-suited for such tasks.

“Master, why…”

Xia Tu and the others trembled, filled with fear.

Since they arrived at Jinlingshan Mountain at the age of seventeen or eighteen, twenty-five years had passed, and they were now completely bound to Jinlingshan Mountain.

Even if they were severed, no one would believe it.

“Regarding your arrangements,”

Jiang Ding continued, “I will write a letter to the Senior Brother, asking him to take care of you all.

From now on, you will serve at Tianleifeng Peak.”

“Go.”

Heart full of unease, Xia Tu and the other maids could do nothing.

They bowed their knees again and flew towards Tianleifeng Peak.

After they left, Jinlingshan Mountain became dead silent, save for some Spirit Beasts.

It was deserted, somehow emanating a desolate air.

“I spent my twenty-five years of youth here…”

Jiang Dingfei ascended into the sky, taking one last look at the small mountain top.

His body turned into a transparent haze and faded from view.

He passed through the Mountain Door Formation, leaving without hesitation, flying towards the distant horizon.

…

Tianleifeng Peak.

“Junior brother has left.”

Cultivator Baimei sighed, “I can still remember the scene when he first came to the sect from Yue Country’s mortal realm twenty-five years ago.

Unknowingly, so many years have passed.”

“Left?”

Zhou Sanyan was shocked, “The sect is absolutely safe.

Why leave?

What if he encounters Zhou Kunlong or a Golden Pill Monk from Xuetu Hall?

What then?”

Though he didn’t have deep feelings for this junior brother, he nonetheless took pleasure in seeing him grow.

“He said he’s going to watch over Lanshan Spirit Mine, but maybe that’s just a ruse, actually hiding his true destination.”

Cultivator Baimei spoke indifferently, “It seems that despite our promises, he remains worried that things might change, preferring to trust his current sword rather than our word, fearing a reversal.”

“That’s how most Cultivators are.”

Zhou Sanyan wasn’t surprised and sighed, “Well, if Zhou Kunlong becomes powerful, he might become arrogant.

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After a decade or two of accumulation, he will know what’s best for himself.”

“Brother, we don’t have one or two decades.”

“Within a few years at most, we must rely on the power of the Demon Country to drive Xuetu Hall back, preferably expelling them from Yue Country’s lands entirely, restoring the territory from our Ancestor Master’s time.”

A cold light shone in Cultivator Baimei’s eyes.

…

The sound of the wind was whistling, and the mountains and earth sped past below.

“First, set up the old den’s teleportation Formation, somewhere within three thousand kilometers of Lanshan Spirit Mine.”

Jiang Ding thought quietly to himself.

“The area near Chizhong Mansion is good.

I’m familiar with it—just find a forest or cave nearby, dig downwards.

No need for any Formation Method, nature has made it a perfect concealment spot.”

A few days later, he passed over Dongling City’s sky again.

An invisible Escape Light hovered in the high sky, looking down below.

A stretch of white land, desolate and lifeless.

Years ago, King Kong Que passed by here, took a deep breath, and sucked in tens of thousands of mortals from the city into his mouth.

After chewing several times, he swallowed them down, remarking that the flesh was tender and delicious, far superior to that of domestic animals.

Memories of Huang Deyou, a fellow shop assistant, and some neighbors surfaced in his mind.

“Cannibal Demon Tribes must be killed.”

Jiang Ding murmured to himself, taking one last look at the spot where the grocery shop once stood, and then flew to Chizhong Mansion, scouting the mountains for suitable sites to establish a Formation.

For over ten days,

He drifted between mountains and caves, ceaselessly using Xianmen Sect’s mapping Magic.

“Huh, this place?”

The formless Escape Light stopped.

In the midst of Lin Hai, a small pond appeared, about a zhang in size.

It was the very spot where he had hidden from war twenty-five years ago.

Divine Consciousness Scanned it, and it seemed unchanged, the water shallow.

Yet, through the sense of Sword Intent, he could clearly see a Second Order lifeform hiding thousands of meters below.

“Natural Confusion Array?”

Jiang Ding was intrigued and pointed his finger.

A glob of metal fluid the size of a basketball splashed into the pond, sinking below, heading towards the position marked by his Sword Intent.

After several breaths,

The water churned violently, blood blossomed, and a horned catfish several zhang long with Armor-25 clinging to it emerged, its body covered in dense, penetrative wounds, as if pierced by thousands of silver needles.