Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Three days had passed,

and the nights on Golden Knife Mountain were desolate, the once brilliant lights no longer to be seen.

It was obvious that many areas had become even more dilapidated, likely due to visitors who had coveted the mountain’s remaining gold, silver, and jewels, and made quite a haul.

At the location of the Blood Pool, the blade embryo lay quietly on the bloody mud.

A number of corpses had collapsed powerlessly at the increasingly dry edge of the Blood Pool, the front halves of which had been eroded by the bloody water to the point where only white bones remained.

These were left behind by the greedy folk of Jianghu.

”This blade embryo has been nurtured well, it already has the function to protect its owner automatically,”

remarked Jiang Ding, astounded.

The drone rose into the sky and scattered in all directions, with scene after scene coming into view.

At a tea stand over ten kilometers away, a rugged warrior with strong life signals, yet dressed as an ordinary escort, kept glancing in this direction, his eyes filled with uncontrollable longing and fear.

One of the remaining two great masters in the world, with the peak combat power of Qi Practicing.

The Wolf Lord!

This was a powerful figure capable of bringing him mortal danger at close range!

”Is he guessing that Golden Knife Mountain is unoccupied or that someone has been gravely injured but doesn’t dare to make up his mind?”

Jiang Ding’s expression grew solemn as his gaze continued to stretch far into the distance, towards the direction of Yuejing.

Thankfully, there were no signs of a desolate city. The streets were sparsely populated, but there were still many lights, no signs of the slaughter he had anticipated.

It made sense, after all—this was the most suitable location in Yue Country to serve as the capital. Why would Duke Tong Wang of Zhendong damage his own foundation? Several disciples from the five major Sects with innate abilities resided here, how could they allow him to act wantonly.

Even if occasionally some soldiers lost their sanity, the five Xiantian and their disciples were entirely capable of suppressing them with iron blood.

However, continuing to refer to Tang Wang as the Zhendong Marquis might now be somewhat inappropriate.

In the palace and various brightly lit areas throughout the city, the previously hung flags of the Royal Chen Family’s Golden Dragon had been taken down, replaced by flags with a golden background and a black dragon. On many of these flags was emblazoned with a big character.

Tang!

This newly established dynasty might well be named after Tang, and could be called Tang Country, the Grand Tang Dynasty.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Jiang Ding’s eyes, which he then concealed.

”Forget it,”

”This Tang Wang is insignificant. Whether Tang Country can establish itself depends on the outcome of the contest between the black-robed man and the forces behind that old Taoist cultivator.”

”To put myself in danger for a mere puppet on the surface is not worthwhile.”

After thoroughly searching a fifty-kilometer radius with four drones and confirming it was safe, Jiang Ding did not show himself but controlled a drone equipped with a mechanical arm the size of a palm to descend between two rocks and probe downwards.

This was exactly where the black-robed man’s two storage bags had fallen. Coming from a distinguished background and having controlled both the Wolf God Cult and the Jindao School for several years, it was highly likely that the storage bags contained a large amount of treasures.

Storage bags were common among Outer Realm Cultivators, but considered rare for Xianmen cultivators.

As high-level cultivators in Xianmen heavily relied on battleships and other large-scale artifacts for combat, the consumption of space attribute spirit mines was immense. All the space spirit mines produced by Xianmen and the twelve Small Worlds, as well as those obtained through trade with the Outer Realms, were used up in these areas.

Therefore, at least Qi Practitioners rarely possessed storage magic tools.

Soon, the mechanical arm found a piece of snow-white cloth resembling human skin, the size of a palm, picked it up, and threw it to the ground. After a while, it also found a black palm-sized bag.

These must be the spoils of the black-robed man.

The drone finally flew to a pile of dirt, dug around for a while, and unearthed a palm-sized beast skin pouch, similarly throwing it near the snow-white human skin bag.