Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"We thank you, Immortal!"

Yu Zhong and the others' voices were loud and clear as they deeply bowed, sincerely from the heart.

Freedom at last!

All were moved to tears.

Many stood there in a daze, never having imagined that they truly would one day no longer be slaves to others, able to unabashedly declare their pursuit of the Nascent Soul path and yearn for a thousand years of life.

In a hazy recollection, some remembered their youthful selves.

Back then, fearless of heaven and earth, from the very first day they set foot on the path of cultivation, they swore to become true immortals, to live forever, considering past elites and heroes as mere dirt beneath their feet, unworthy of a glance, determined to rival the heavens.

Yet, by the twilight of their years, after advancing to Golden Pill, everything had turned bleak.

In the Beast Spirit Immortal City, they had been presented before the Hei Clan, accepted restrictions, and became someone else's slaves.

From that point on, their lives were no longer their own.

The slightest disrespect towards their masters would bring severe punishment, constantly grovelling to Golden Pills of equal standing or even juniors in the Foundation Establishment or Qi Cultivation phases, extremely cautious.

Not to mention uttering such rebellious words about pursuing the path of Nascent Soul.

Once spoken, it would instantly lead to death, the annihilation of one's family, one's body turned into a blood feast, and one's Divine Soul tortured into Slaying Spirit Curse Resentment Silk.

But now,

The clouds had scattered, and they could see the light of day!

"You needn't thank me; this was a condition agreed upon in advance."

Jiang Ding slightly shook his head, not swollen with pride, his heart not filled with arrogance.

To Xianmen cultivators, collaboration with other Cultivators for shared victory and division of spoils according to merit was commonplace, causing no significant emotional fluctuation.

"Go and search for my spoils of war."

Jiang Ding looked around and said, "Keep the range within the wealth of the Hei Clan and the Lingbao Commerce Association's Shang Family, their shops, warehouses, Sutra Pavilions, and such places. No attacking each other, no violent destruction of anything."

"Of the spoils, two-tenths will be divided among you according to your contributions."

He watched all the Golden Pills, deeming two-tenths or twenty percent of the spoils to be fair.

Within the Luoxu Clan, a clone would only take thirty percent.

This was because that was the extent of its power; it needed the help of others to achieve things, and it was only right to give away seventy percent.

But the main body was different; this was Nascent Soul level combat power!

Naturally, it would not be possible to divide so much spoils with a bunch of Golden Pill Cultivators, their contributions did not merit so much.

Truly, if the split was thirty to seventy,

That would be exploitation of the superior, going completely against the natural order.

Yu Zhong and the other Golden Pills all bowed their heads, without any objection.

"Aside from the Hei and Shang Families, and the twenty-eight clans of the Northern Plains, do not plunder the wealth of others or cause any disturbance."

Jiang Ding added.

The Beast Spirit Immortal City was an open city, gathering cultivators from all over, Loose Cultivators, Cultivators from remote areas, even those from the Great Sun Sect, a mix of all sorts.

"Yes!"

Yu Zhong, Wei Qingqing, and the others showed a look of doubt in their eyes, not understanding, but that didn't stop them from immediately following the order.

"Go, and let nothing be concealed."

"If you encounter any insurmountable difficulties, Formation Methods, Jade Slips, etc., inform me."

Jiang Ding threw out a batch of high-quality Magic Tools, the One-Eyed Cicadas, which flew to each Golden Pill Cultivator's side and said indifferently, "Within a quarter of an hour, we must finish all matters, then fend for ourselves."

"Remember, this is still a battlefield."

A quarter of an hour was the deadline he had considered carefully.

Usually, by habit, it would be best to stay for no more than ten breaths before leaving, but the wealth here was astoundingly immense, very helpful for his future task of refining his Flying Sword and evolving the Great Sun Battleship, so he was willing to take a bit of risk.

"Yes!"

Yu Zhong and the other Golden Pill Cultivators shivered, responding solemnly.

They had nearly forgotten.

Although the coalition of Truth and Demonology no longer dominated the Northern Plains as in the past, it was still an immensely powerful force with close marital ties and common ancestry, and it was possible they could avenge the Hei Clan.

Freedom did not mean safety.

In the time to come, they would face many challenges, and one misstep could lead to the extinction of one's entire clan.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

Golden Pill Cultivators were flying swiftly, their Divine Sense expanding as they flew towards various locations, each responsible for a specific area, breaching the stores, caves, auction houses, Sutra Pavilions of the Hei and Shang Clans, voraciously looting all manner of spoils without wasting a moment, efficient to a frightening degree—

Don't forget, as vassal family Golden Pills, their ancestors had lived in the Beast Spirit Immortal City for thousands of years, and they knew every place as well as the back of their hand.

Where the secret passages were, where the hidden doors were, where the spatial restrictions were concealed, they knew it all too well.

An enormous quantity of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure was plundered, quickly stacking up in various storage bags, the number rapidly increasing.

Even the most experienced Golden Pill Cultivators were green with envy, uncontrollably harboring various thoughts of concealment, hesitating whether to block the One-Eyed Cicadas.

Jiang Ding paid no attention to these matters.

He walked leisurely through the familiar streets of the Beast Spirit Immortal City, visiting for the first time and comparing it with the memories of his clone, feeling a unique sense of reflection.

After a short while, he arrived in front of the Lingbao Commerce Association.

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Divine Sense and Sword Intent swept through.

Some people who thought they were well hidden knelt prostrate in underground chambers, desperately containing their breath, even stopping their heartbeat and breathing, motionless as corpses.

In the warehouse of Lingbao Commerce Association, many arms, human skins, internal organs, and other materials of diabolism were displayed. The cages held tens of thousands of slaves, most of whom were good-looking and possessed Spiritual Roots. Their Cultivation Base was mostly at the Qi Cultivation fifth or sixth level, with a few at the Foundation Establishment, and surprisingly, there were three Golden Pill cultivators.

Their origins were likely from war, plunder, or the slave trade.

Clang~

Jiang Ding drew his sword, and the Sword-light flashed, severing the restrictive chains of all slaves.

"Go, flee for your lives, save as many as you can."

Jiang Ding rarely maintained a bit of compassion and said softly.

"Thank you, Immortal!"

"Your great kindness..."

Many Cultivator slaves were stunned at first, soon after burst into tears with surprise and gratitude, kowtowing incessantly.

There were also many who wished to follow the Immortal of Nascent Soul, willing to toil like a dog or a horse, but they were declined with gentle words.

Immediately after, the groups of Cultivator slaves dared not to linger and hurried away from Beast Spirit Immortal City.

Jiang Ding gazed at the ground and flicked his fingers.

The ground rumbled, dirt churned, and within the span of a breath, a chamber sealed by layers of sophisticated Concealment Array was forcibly dragged out by strands of Bluegold Sword Qi.

Jiang Ding casually gestured, the chamber cracked open, revealing seven or eight members of the Shang Clan, Golden Pill monks trying to flee the unfavourable situation.

Thud!

"Greetings, Immortal Tushan," said Shang Sanwu as he prostrated on the ground, his face deathly pale, tears streaming down, filled with regret: "None of us had any intention to be your enemy, we were merely coerced by the despicable Shang Chengxiu, who threatened us with our lives and our families. With no other choice, we reluctantly complied."

"Previously, we attempted multiple times to contact you, wishing to surrender, but we were obstructed by the villain Hei Chengxiu every time."

"Although Lingbao Commerce Association has some power, we have always been neutral, sincerely bridging and dealing for the many heroes of the Northern Plains."

"How could we possibly wish to be your enemy?"

"We ask for the Immortal's discernment!"

Shang Sanwu wept bitterly: "I am willing to offer all the wealth within our association, please forgive our ignorance of Heavenly Might, our unintentional offense, and spare us!"

"Please spare us, Immortal!"

He kowtowed excessively, in extreme subservience.

"Business Friend Shang, you indeed are a seasoned character who has been steeped in the commerce world for hundreds of years," said Jiang Ding with admiration and some respect.

These words were skillfully said.

The posture was extremely humble, first claiming coercion and then subtly highlighting the formidable neutrality of the Shang Family. Finally, as the treasurer of the Lingbao Commerce Association branch, he offered a gargantuan bribe, without keeping a single Spirit Stone for himself.

Typically, a Nascent Soul Immortal might just let him go.

After all, the strength of Shang Clan, as well as their apparent neutrality, was feared by many.

"Then, Immortal, you..."

A moment of joy flashed across Shang Sanwu's face.

"Me? I am different," Jiang Ding said.

"I am a virtuous person who detests evil with a passion."

Jiang Ding's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, slowly drawing it as if with some regret: "Lingbao Commerce Association trafficks in human lives, devoid of humanity. Although I'd like to spare Business Friend Shang, I truly cannot bear to do so."

"But what can be done?"

"Alas, my own sense of justice does not allow me to betray my conscience for some gifts."

"Don't you agree, Business Friend Shang?"

"The Immortal is right..."

Shang Sanwu said bitterly, accepting his fate.

"To your old mother!"

The next moment, his face shifted from humble pleas to a ferocious and terrifying expression. From his sleeve, an invisible needle silently shot out, aiming for the eyes of the young man in green before him.

"Kill!"

Behind him, seven Golden Pill Cultivators of the Shang Clan roared, each burning their Essence Blood, wielding their Treasures and smashing down with terrifying might. In a sudden outburst, even those at the Golden Pill Peak might be killed with a single strike.

"See, I told you, you've lost all humanity, right? And now, a sneak attack," Jiang Ding said with an I-told-you-so expression.

Clang!

The sword was drawn, the Sword-light slashed, and the sword returned to its sheath.

The invisible needle shattered, the seven Treasures broke.

The eight Golden Pill Cultivators stiffened, a thin line of blood appeared on their throats, their bodies slumped down softly, lifeless.

Blood gushed from Shang Sanwu's mouth; as his lips moved, a faint curse could be heard.

"Our ancestor... will avenge us..."

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