Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

There weren’t many, only about twenty or so, as most had descended the mountain to join the Big Army of Zhendong Marquis.

”Target cleanup complete.”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he picked up the spent casings on the ground, covered up the traces, slung the heavy machine gun on his back, and dashed at high speed toward Jindaoshan Mountain four kilometers away.

...

”Elder Yu is dead?!”

The man in the black robe, who could stand against Master Heshan, Daoist Qing, and Master Ku Shi—all three Peaks of Qi Practicing—without being at a disadvantage, changed his expression and said in a cold tone, ”Does your Qiyu Sect have any more people?”

Not far away,

A Yellow-turbaned strongman with patterns of lightning pressing down on Langzhu and a group of Xiantian, with thunder and lightning erupting from each punch and kick, sending them continuously retreating in utter distress.

’More people?’

Master Heshan was inwardly shocked, but he kept a straight face and laughed heartily, ”Demon cultist, you should know that Yue Country is the territory of our Qiyu Sect!”

”You old fool... you’re courting death!”

The voice of the man in the black robe sent chills down the spine.

...

The Jindao School at night.

It was tranquil, without even the sound of insects.

Jiang Ding, carrying a heavy machine gun, moved with swift steps, ran like a bird across boulders and rooftops, occasionally landing on the ground, his steps dislodging one or several bullets that flew out and into his pocket.

Those buried deeper or out of the way were left for the time being.

Using Xianmen firearms was a last resort; in a world where Xianmen enemies exist, this could bring great danger, so traces must be cleaned up as much as possible.

Jiang Ding ignored the dried old man’s scattered flesh and blood, the storage bag, and the Blood Pool not far away, and went straight to the rooftop of the Ancestor Temple and performed a ”Thousand Gold Drop.”

Between the breaking tiles and beams, he had already descended, right at the location of the Heavenly Sound Stone, without the slightest error.

In front of him,

In the light of the ancestral tablets and candles,

a massive boulder a few meters high and wide stood tall, shaped like a rugged little mountain, completely dark, with tiny white spots scattered across its surface, reflecting starlight in the candlelight.

The Xianmen Encyclopedia states—

”Mysterious color, also with white spots like stars, divine objects conceal themselves, unseen by cultivators, mortals nearby may hear faint singing, listening can bring enlightenment of magic.”

Taiqing Spirit Iron ore!

”My Taiqing Spirit Iron!”

Jiang Ding’s eyes immediately lit up, his heart thumping excitedly.

The Supreme Sword of Dao Foundation begins here!

Though his heart was burning with impatience, he didn’t lose his rationality. Instead, he took out two small birds and a wild rabbit he had casually grabbed on the way.

He tossed the wild rabbit up.

Hiss, hiss!

On the seemingly empty stone, suddenly, fine strands of blood appeared, razor-sharp, piercing the lively wild rabbit, sucking its essence blood completely dry.

Over by the Blood Pool, similar blood shadows emerged.

Jiang Ding’s face suddenly turned gloomy, and he threw the two birds out, which met the same fate, their bodies penetrated, leaving only shriveled corpses.

”Damn it!”

”Bastard!”

”You dared to leave a protection Formation Method on my Taiqing Spirit Iron!”

Jiang Ding cursed vehemently.

Indeed, the man in the black robe didn’t seem to recognize what this was—a seemingly ordinary object. But he was certain it was a rare treasure.

Because it was very hard and couldn’t be placed in a storage bag.

In his mind, this treasure was only slightly less valuable than the Hua Xue Magical Blade embryo in the Blood Pool. Therefore, he included the Taiqing Spirit Iron within the protection Formation Method’s range.

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