Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding gently stroked the hilt of his sword, looking down at the maids who were kneeling in salute below.

They came from all over the Northern Plains, some from collateral lineages of families, some loose cultivators within the territory of the Great Sun Sword Sect, some loose cultivators within the territory of the Great Sun Dharma Sect, and even some from beyond the Northern Plains, from the loose cultivators of the East Sea.

All sorts, gathered here with the goal of Infant Formation, eventually successful.

There was also a body on the ground.

Kan Yu Maid, Tie Luoluo from the collateral lineage of the Guishan Tie Family, had made great contributions in the Tushan Maids’ sweeping campaign over the King’s Courts of the Northern Plains. She obtained the Nascent Soul Opportunity, but unfortunately, luck and foundation seemed to be insufficient; she failed to break through to Nascent Soul and was critically wounded, barely surviving.

Her survival after a failed attempt to break through to Nascent Soul suggested her strength was by no means weak.

Perhaps with another Nascent Soul Opportunity, she could have succeeded.

For Kan Yu Maid, in her position, obtaining another Nascent Soul Opportunity was not an empty moon in the well or a flower in the water.

With accumulated efforts over a long time, it was attainable.

A future Immortal of the Nascent Soul.

Now, nothing but a dead body.

Deathly silence.

This caused many of the maids present to tremble instinctively.

Especially the maids from the Tushan Immortal City lineage, they couldn’t help but recall the shadow of the old ancestor hanging over Tushan Immortal City like a gloomy cloud ever since they were born.

His existence was never tolerant.

The Tushan Monster Country, Xuetu Hall, Divine Crow Immortal, the Hei Clan, one of the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains... all of these and more were already dead, with not even their bones remaining to this day.

There had never been an exception!

”Your Majesty...”

Spring Maid, Chun Jian, and Summer Maid, Shanggong, stepped forward, steeling themselves as they said, ”The war with King’s Court was perilous, and we had no choice but to use many special measures. Many things were done without having the time to consult you, please forgive us.”

These two immediately made their stance clear.

Many maids revealed murderous intent in their hearts.

This wasn’t what they had agreed upon!

But upon reflection, they were brought up and personally taught from infancy by Immortal Tushan, and had always been treated well.

Remaining loyal until a certain point was a matter of course.

The previous words were just a result of long-term incommunicability with Immortal Tushan, leading to their despair.

In the real presence of Immortal Tushan, many ingrained fears, respect, and admiration suddenly surged forth; the words spoken before naturally did not count anymore.

”Hmm.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Regarding this, he did not mind.

So long as no actual actions were taken, he did not care about others’ thoughts.

Condemning someone based on words alone did not exist in his practice.

”Yes!”

Chun Jian and Shanggong retreated anxiously.

”I have seen fellow Daoists.”

”Many Daoists, it’s the first time meeting you.”

Jiang Ding looked down and slowly said, ”All of you are heroes of the moment, very good, I am quite pleased in my heart.”

”I have come here to ask you a few questions.”

”How much is the Cultivation Method of Nascent Soul worth?”

”How much is the Army Formation Skill worth?”

”Did you overpower the armies of the Northern Plains because of your exceptional talents and rare genius, or something else?”

”The promised rewards, spoils of war, Nascent Soul Opportunities, have there been any deductions?”

Each word, each question, was like a mountain smashing into the hearts of all the maids.

Many began to recall their experiences of joining the Tushan Maid Corps.

Dealing with fairness, clear rewards and punishments, promises were never unfulfilled.

Nascent Soul Cultivation Method can be obtained through military merits.

Nascent Soul Opportunities are distributed without a single deduction.

Just these two points, ask around the Northern Plains, which power can achieve that?

No.

Not a single one.

Born into the Hei Clan, Hei Louxi felt this more deeply.

Within the Hei Clan, even those of the direct lineage within the direct lineage had to face all sorts of blades and shadows, all sorts of conspiracies and assassinations, and even after overcoming countless difficulties and distinguishing oneself among many competitors, with just a light word from the elder ancestors above, all effort, including one’s own life, could be lost, all in vain.

They had indeed worked hard, experiencing many wars, many risks.

But what were these efforts, these risks, compared to Cultivation Methods of Nascent Soul, opportunities of Nascent Soul?

What was it that allowed them to sweep through the armies of the Northern Plains?

The answer to that,

was clear in the hearts of all the maids.

It was the Taoist Soldiers’ Flying Swords, the inheritance of the Army Formation!

Without the inheritance of the Army Formation, no matter how elite, how outstanding, how fearless one was, united in spirit, they would crumble instantly before the allied forces of the right and demons, before the Great Sun Sword Sect’s army, before the Great Sun Dharma Sect, achieving no results whatsoever.

Moreover, while many among them could be considered heroes of the Northern Plains and had great reputations within their own domains,

to be called elite, they were far from sufficient.

What is a Golden Pill elite?

It is the Six Dao Saint, Blood Cloud, Han Lin, Scorching Sun Swordsman, and such dazzling figures who at the Golden Core Stage could fight against Immortals of Nascent Soul, could escape from the hands of Immortals of Nascent Soul.

Such people are the elite.

Were they?

Not a single one.

Then why were they able to sweep these elites on the front lines?

Many things inherently have their answers.

”Ladies, I have not treated you unfairly,”

Jiang Ding said lightly, his gaze direct and steady on all the maids below.

This was a fact.

Many maids lowered their heads, ashamed in their hearts.

Many maids were secretly pleased, determined in their hearts.

Sword Cultivators have always commanded respect with swords, not words, without exception.

Exceptions only occur when the sword is not sharp enough.

”I speak of these matters, not to claim that I have been benevolent to you,”

”The Cultivation World is inherently a place where the strong prey on the weak, full of deception and strife; whether one shows grace or not is not that important; rather, I personally founded the Tu Shan Maiden Corps, watching over its growth to this day, who among man and nature is without sentiment?”

Jiang Ding said slowly.

”I tell you this, to offer some of you, or perhaps all of you, a quick and unprolonged death,”

”To pass on clear and lucid,”

”Below the yellow springs, have no resentment—our meeting was fate.”

Clang!

Sitting on the throne, Jiang Ding slowly unsheathed a silver-white longsword, pointing it at the maids below and said, ”No need for any nonsense, between Cultivators, our swords should do the talking. Those who have violated the Tushan Law have two options.”

”One, take your own life as an apology.”

”Two, survive beneath my sword, or kill me, and all of your crimes will be cleared.

I promise the Nascent Soul inheritance, and the inheritance beyond Nascent Soul, can be yours upon my death, I swear on my Sword Intent.”

”You can now make your choice.”

Amidst the ringing of swords, the terrifying Sword Intent of Destruction and the Domain of Destruction spread in all directions, forbidding all, obscuring all, severing any Divine Sense, information, and Talisman communication.

”My lord…”

A deep fear instinctively welled up in the hearts of all the maids.

For a time, there was deathly silence.

No one dared to answer.

Even the Nascent Soul Realm maids, whose confidence had surged unprecedentedly after advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage, believing that they could stand shoulder to shoulder with Cultivators of the Mid-stage of Nascent Soul,

were too frightened to utter a word, trembling with fear.