Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Forget it, I can’t make sense of it.”

Jiang Ding shook his head and placed a small silver bean, drawn from the ground using electromagnetic force, on the tea table before stepping out of the teahouse.

Turning a street corner, his figure vanished out of sight.

An invisible silhouette silently flew into the sky above the former Prefectural City, now the Chizhong Baron Mansion.

Inside the mansion, lanterns were hung and firecrackers sounded non-stop, as three festive bridal sedans were escorted by a crowd into the mansion, full of joy and happiness.

This scene had been ongoing for more than half a month, and the locals had gone from surprise and celebration to complete habituation, not finding it strange at all.

”The clan’s fervent desire for reproduction...”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he bypassed a First-order alarm Formation Method and entered the mansion. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he easily located three Yin’s Qi Practitioners and stepped forward to fly in their direction.

In the front yard, gongs and drums were deafening, and firecrackers burst loudly in celebratory unison.

In the back yard, however, it was cold and deserted, not even a maid to be seen, just the three Qi Practitioners sitting opposite each other with little joy in their eyes.

”Little brother, the bride has arrived, why not go and have a look? Didn’t you say some days ago that you wanted to marry a hundred concubines?”

The oldest among them, a middle-aged Cultivator with a waxy yellow complexion and the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing, asked with a smile.

”Big brother, stop making fun of me,”

replied a younger man from the Yin clan, in his twenties and visibly disgusted: ”Among mortals, there’s not a single one with Inner Qi cultivation. What beauty can there be? Their bodily odors can’t be covered by three layers of perfume, and the blemishes on their faces can’t be hidden with ten layers of rouge. What’s there to see?”

”If it weren’t for the continuation of the family lineage, I wouldn’t want to touch these mortal women at all.”

”Little brother, you shouldn’t think like that.”

”You should learn to seal your Divine Sense in normal times.”

The middle-aged man with a waxy complexion consoled in a voice of experience: ”Otherwise, seeing these things every day, you’ll inevitably become unable to bear it. The family has tasks: to hand over five children with the Yin’s Spiritual Root within ten years, and twenty within twenty years. These tasks are not light.”

”If you cannot fulfill them...”

Fear flashed in his eyes.

The others felt the same, a chill running through them, not daring to recall the specific punishments.

”If one can over-fulfill the task, there are rewards to be gained, and your Cultivation Base could advance further.”

The middle-aged Cultivator continued consolingly, ”We actually still have a glimmer of hope for foundation building. If we can offer a Twinling Root child of the Yin bloodline, not only will we receive a generous reward, but we will also be exempt from submitting children for forty years.”

”Over the years, there have also been ancestors of the family who rose from the mortal realms.”

”Thank you for your advice, big brother,”

the younger Cultivator sighed and thanked with a cupped fist salute.

”Actually, there are also other ways.”

”A few days ago, the family messenger just delivered it, instructing us to post near the city gate and spread the word to all the Loose Cultivators in the area.”

The second brother, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, took out a Jade Slip, infused it with Mana, and several luminous phantoms were cast out from it, revealing a hint of greed: ”If we can find the whereabouts of these individuals, we need not do anything else. Just reporting it will earn us Foundation Building Pills, and all family tasks will be waived.”

The other two looked on.

The first figure was strikingly a handsome youth in blue clothes, his gaze cold and distant as he gazed into the sea of clouds, contemplating something.

Just one look, and a heavy pressure emerged within their hearts, making it hard to breathe, coming from who knows where.

”Purple-level Arrest Warrant from Tianren Sect: Jiang Ding, known as the Qiyu Swordsman, is the greatest remnant of the Qiyu Sect beneath the Golden Pill, offering clues and reporting to the Sect’s Golden Pill, then successfully capturing this individual will be rewarded with four Foundation Building Pills. Outsiders may also join the Tianren Sect.

Clan members will be rewarded with six Foundation Building Pills, exempting them from all clan duties.”

The three gasped for breath.

Then they exhaled with a sigh.

”Such a person must be extremely dangerous, it’s better if we brothers don’t think about it.”

They continued to look further.

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”Tianren Sect’s Yellow-level Arrest Warrant: Li Qingyun, Qi Yu Remnants, acting head... Those who provide leads and finally capture him will be rewarded with a Foundation Building Pill...”

The three of them read from the beginning to the end and realized they were dealing with the Foundation Building Stage Qi Yu Remnants. They couldn’t help but smile bitterly several times before putting down the Jade Slip.

”I heard that Patriarch Bai Gui, a cultivator with the Golden Pill from another clan, obtained a secret tracking treasure from Patriarch Tiankuang— the Blood Soul Tracking Arrow.”

”This artifact is a treasured item of our clan’s Punishment Hall. It can capture enemies only with a wisp of their breath. By now, the Qi Yu Remnants must have been nearly all captured, leaving no matters for us to attend to,” sighed the yellow-faced middle-aged cultivator.

”Indeed...”

The younger Yin Clan Cultivator was about to say something when his eyes glazed over, and he stood there, staring blankly.

The other two experienced the same effect.

In front of them, the light shifted, revealing the figure of a disheveled middle-aged swordsman. With a flick of his index finger, three silver-white strands, thin as dust, shot straight into their foreheads.

After several minutes, the strands retracted, and the figure vanished from sight.

The three cultivators recovered from their dazed state, completely unaware of what had just occurred.

”Enough idle chat.”

The yellow-faced middle-aged cultivator walked towards the front courtyard: ”Time to propagate the family line, to employ the clan’s secret fertility technique. Ten times in a day, no chance should be wasted. Otherwise, tears of regret in ten years will be of no use.”

”Exactly...”

The two brothers were startled and quickly followed suit.

Not far from the Baron’s mansion, in the corner of a wooden hut, the figure of the disheveled middle-aged swordsman appeared, transmitting enough information outward before his body dissolved into fine, silver-white particles, invisible even to the Golden Pill Divine Sense. As the wind blew, they scattered throughout the hundreds of kilometers of Chizhong Mansion, including into the Baron’s mansion.

In this range, he could monitor the cultivation bases above the foundation building level, as well as the fluctuations of Magic and Divine Soul, providing early warnings for Xianmen cultivators against the enemy, making it exceedingly difficult to evade detection.

”Better to lie low here.”

At the bottom of a deep pool,

a youth in blue clothes opened his eyes.

”Blood Soul Tracking Arrow... a special searching Artifact, capable of locking onto an enemy’s whereabouts just with their breath. The Qiyu Sect indeed has many breaths.”

”But not mine.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

Before he left the Qiyu Sect, he had already cleansed any trace of his own breath. He did the same after every battle. Unless one employed surveillance methods that surpassed his understanding of the Immortal Path, they could not find a single hair of his.

”I wonder if Li Qingyun and the others have taken similar precautions? If not, they’re in danger. Fate should be such.”

”As for Patriarch Bai Gui, he seems to be looking for me, quite eagerly at that...”

Jiang Ding felt somewhat tempted.

The only reason Bai Gui was looking for him had to be because of the stash of Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper, which he killed a clone to obtain—no, which he took from the Nine Heavens Relics; items the clone had taken who knows how many years to accumulate.

He had mined the Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper mine himself years ago. It became rarer and more difficult to extract, arguably the last batch.

”If the opportunity is right and he is confirmed to be alone, kill him.”

After some thought, Jiang Ding said, ”I still haven’t figured out the stealth coating for the Air-Space Battleship. Killing him, at the very least, I could obtain several thousand kilograms of Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper and if I dismantle his Life Treasure, it might just be enough.”

”Furthermore, it seems the Air-Space Battleship shouldn’t operate alone.”

”It needs to work in conjunction with hundreds, or even thousands, of Air-Space Warplanes to unleash the full might of a legion. This solo fighting style of mine isn’t really working; I can’t bring out the battleship’s true strength.”

”The Xianmen also have a few cultivators who operate alone. How do they manage it?”

He pondered deeply.

”Drones, yes, a swarm of Air-Space drones operated by a Ship Spirit!”

”I’ll look into it.”

Jiang Ding’s eyes lit up, and his figure disappeared from view.