Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

For a time, everyone was full of complaints, and resentment soared to the heavens.

This was understandable.

All of them were Golden Pill Loose Cultivators from the Northern Plains, often bullied by Golden Pill Monks from the Northern Plains families. Many had blood feuds, and with so many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and Treasures in front of them—a fortune that could almost cover a hundred years of Cultivation—it was tempting enough to stir anyone's heart and fill it with murderous intent.

"Why don't we..."

A Post-golden Alchemist whispered through his Divine Sense.

The mere Lower-grade Magic Tool, One-Eyed Cicada, was incapable of monitoring the Divine Sense of Golden Pill Monks, especially when deliberately concealed.

"This...."

The surrounding Golden Pill Cultivators were greatly tempted, but they remained silent, harboring apprehension in their hearts.

"Hmph!"

"Our Zhen Department has always been sharp in attack. This time we've all come together. Although that person...."

A cold snort from an unknown source of Divine Sense vibration stated, "Do they really believe they could kill all of us? Impossible. Hei Louxi is the strongest person from the Hei Clan's collateral lineage; she must have important treasures on her, possibly even a Nascent Soul Opportunity!"

The voice, carrying temptation, caused a great stirring in people's hearts.

Unseen by anyone, an old man with a red nose looked greedily at Hei Louxi's waist pouch, a flash of avarice and thirst in his eyes, confident of something inside.

"Exactly! Exactly!"

The surrounding Golden Pill Cultivators echoed repeatedly.

"You're right, could they really kill all of us from the Zhen Department... kill all... "

Immortal Baimei was also tempted, muttering the phrase involuntarily out loud.

Then,

He shivered.

"Everyone."

Immortal Baimei took several steps back, gave a cupped fist salute and said solemnly, "I am old and frail, so I will not get involved in such matters. Whatever you wish to do has nothing to do with me."

Although known as a branch leader, he knew he couldn't control these more than forty Lightning Cultivators and had the wisdom to realize this.

Having garnered some prestige in the earlier battle, the sight of Immortal Baimei acting this way cooled the fervor of the nearby, initially eager Golden Pill Monks, and their greed gradually subsided.

"Everyone!"

"Why fear?"

Master Jiucaobi saw this with great urgency, "Even if the Tushan Sword Cultivators are strong, they are but one person. After we finish this task, we can make our escape, what can they do to us?"

"What can they do?"

The surrounding Golden Pill Cultivators laughed coldly.

Did they really think the Sword Intent marking was just for show?

At this moment, they also sensed something amiss and looked at one another with suspicion.

"You can push all the blame onto me!"

Seeing the atmosphere turning sour, Master Jiucaobi clenched his teeth and declared, "The Tushan Sword Cultivator always looks for evidence. As long as there is no solid proof that you did it, they usually won't pursue your responsibility."

"This damn One-Eyed Cicada, shatter for me!"

With that final remark spoken aloud, he took out the One-Eyed Cicada and crushed it in his hand before carelessly tossing it aside.

With a beckoning hand, he cast layers of Grey Fog to obscure the surroundings, accompanied by waves of indecent and noisy sounds, temporarily blocking the surveillance of other people's One-Eyed Cicadas as well.

"Everyone, I have a deep and irreconcilable hatred with this woman, and I only want her head,"

Master Jiucaobi pointed at Hei Louxi and angrily declared, "Charge in and kill her. You can throw all the blame onto me. The malfunction of the One-Eyed Cicada's surveillance is also my doing; you are innocent."

His eyes were red as he shouted fiercely, having thought everything through.

The many Golden Pill Cultivators were completely swayed by greed.

Boom!

A thunderbolt struck down from the sky.

Then came the second, the third, and in total seven thunderbolts rumbled down, slicing through the Grey Fog and the indecent clamor, revealing the figures of many Zhen Department Cultivators.

"Oh? You too?"

Immortal Baimei was slightly surprised, glancing around.

At the same time, it wasn't just him acting; there were six or seven other usually silent and inconspicuous cultivators.

"Have you all gone mad?"

Seeing this, Master Jiucaobi cursed loudly, "You forsake such vast wealth, and in just a few days, have you become someone else's dogs?!"

"Clever trick, heh!"

"Foolish."

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A Post-golden Alchemist with a burly figure glanced at him and remained silent.

The other six simply ignored him.

"Little cleverness? Indeed, it is so."

Many sighed inwardly.

The greed in their hearts was thoroughly put aside, and their positions shifted subtly, forming a loose circle around Master Jiucaobi at the center.

"The One-Eyed Cicada's message transmission suddenly failed, the reason?"

This was a calm voice that arose in the ears of many Golden Pill Monks, originating from multiple sources with different delays, forming a staggered echo.

Ordinary and seemingly oblivious to anything, and without any trace of anger.

Their bodies trembled.

"To report to the lord, it is..."

Immortal Baimei hurriedly explained the situation swiftly.

"My lord, it was just an accident."

Master Jiucaobi squeezed out a smile, tears glistening on his face: "I encountered an enemy who wiped out my family many years ago, I couldn't control myself for a moment, I ask you to forgive me, my lord. In the future, I will surely serve you loyally, ready to lay down my life... "

"Kill him."

A calm voice came from the One-Eyed Cicada.

"Yes!"

Immortal Baimei and others were filled with awe.

Boom!

Over forty Golden Pill Monks cast their spells simultaneously, and from the sky, over forty thunderbolts crashed down, faintly forming a Formation Method, bolstered by their homogeneous nature, their power reached terrifying levels.

"You lowly slaves really deserve to die..."

Master Jiucaobi roared, prepared for this moment; a mid-grade Magic Tool, the Xuan Iron Shield, had been deployed early, and layers upon layers of protective shields were set up exteriorly by the Post-golden Alchemist's mana.

But when the thunder struck,

The Magic Tool flew apart, the shields shattered, and the sturdy Golden Pill Law Body, without uttering a word, turned to ashes in an instant.

It was a display of absolute domination.

Without any ability to resist, a Post-golden Alchemist had perished, his flesh and blood turned to dust, his Divine Soul unable to escape even slightly.

"Zhen Buyi, two, three, task completed, reward each with one merit... "

The emotionless voice emitted from the One-Eyed Cicada once again.

Many shuddered inside, recalling their greed that nearly clouded their judgment, a chill ran through them, their faces showed the color of fright.

They had actually tried to threaten a Cultivator far stronger than themselves, attempting to pressure the higher-up into not holding the majority accountable.

To test whether a Sword Cultivator had enough intent to kill?

Treasures indeed breed avarice!

"Continue with the mission."

Immortal Baimei suppressed the tumultuous emotions in his heart and ordered those around him.

"Yes!"

The surrounding Golden Pill Monks had no distractions left in their minds and obediently followed orders.

Boom!

Boom!

The forty or so members of Zhen Department each set up simple Formation Methods, their Magic complementing one another, and thunderbolts rained down with unrestrained power, reaching the might of the Nascent Soul Stage in an instant. They caused the Collateral Lineage of Hei Clan's Third-Order Superior Quality Formation to break down, and occasionally there were the sorrowful wails of shattered Formation instruments, as the formation's Spiritual Light severely diminished.

Sometimes the Collateral Lineage's Golden Pill Monks tried to counterattack, and under Hei Louxi's guidance, they formed battle formations and launched Black Feather Attacks, but before they could get close, the thunderbolts would smash them to pieces.

After a dozen breaths, the Formation collapsed with a loud burst, revealing the terrified and utterly desperate expressions of the many Collateral Lineage Golden Pill Monks of the Hei Clan.

"The last battle then..."

Hei Louxi spread her tattered, wind-blown black wings and silently burned her Essence Blood, preparing for a desperate final struggle.

In her heart, however,

She knew it would be futile; the number of Thunder Cultivators was too great, their attacks too sharp, and with her severe injuries, she didn't even have the chance to get close to them.

The expected barrages of thunderbolts did not fall as anticipated.

Hei Louxi paused, looking up.

"Are you willing to accept the Tushan Sword Order and abide by the second rule of Tushan?"

Immortal Baimei had waited a long time and, seeing that they had not launched an offensive, his face showed disappointment. Only then, somewhat reluctantly, did he speak.

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