Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

At the moment he saw Elder Yingpao’s Divine Soul and Golden Pill.

The beeping of radar lock-ons was incessant, as ten Air-Space Camps simultaneously locked onto Xu Jianian and other students from Yuanlao Academy.

”The Xu’s aren’t even bothering to hide it anymore, are they?”

”This person deserves to die.”

The whispers of many classmates appeared on the Travel Channel.

”This has nothing to do with me, these aren’t my things.”

Under the lock-on of numerous Air-Space Camps, Xu Jianian’s Mana and Divine Soul became stagnant, barely able to catch his breath, yet still remained calm.

”The Central Array Spirit Computer will not allow you to employ such slanderous tactics.”

”The military lawcourt will investigate and clarify the words you speak.”

Jiang Ding remained noncommittal as threads of Sword Intent of Destruction flowed into the Divine Soul and Inner Core, reinforcing and sealing them to prevent sudden collapse or suicide.

Elder Yingpao’s thumb-sized Divine Soul calmly looked at him, making no resistance.

”Elder, may I know your name?”

Jiang Ding asked with a pleasant expression.

”You may call me Daoist Yingxi of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion,” answered Elder Yingpao with an eerie laugh. ”You needn’t bother with any seals; all the shadow enforcers of Yingsha Palace are under a death restriction, constantly offsetting it with reverse restrictions. The moment I stop, I would instantly perish from the inside out, my Divine Soul shattered.”

”The Eastern Devil School currently lacks the ability to turn the shadow enforcers of Yingsha Palace.”

”Is that so?”

Jiang Ding frowned and pondered for a moment.

”Why do you show such a fearless attitude towards life and death?”

”As I know, competition within the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is extremely fierce, with bloody incidents happening often, implicating many. The Immortal Path is especially selfish; while there is certainly a sense of belonging to the sect, it should not inspire such reckless abandon, right?”

”The righteous path is where Immortal Dao flourishes eternally.”

”Perhaps you’re unaware, but Xianmen, for the cultivators who have rendered great service and have become naturalized, offers very generous treatment and never breaks its promises.”

”Elder might wish to consider this.”

Jiang Ding relentlessly tried to persuade him.

”Naturally, there are things on my mind regarding the Heavenly Palace.”

”Moreover, defecting to your side would mean certain death from the activated restriction.”

Elder Yingpao sighed and in turned proposed, ”Great Sun Swordsman, why not seek an opportunity to join the Heavenly Palace or the Taiyin Sword Sect? Your innate talents are peerless, but you shouldn’t have been born into the Eastern Devil School; they know very little about nurturing a top-tier Sword Cultivator. Remaining here is but a waste of time, forever stuck at the Golden Pill bottleneck, turning into a pile of bones after six hundred years.”

”Whereas you, you should be the Sword Dao prodigy who traverses the heavens, granting tens of thousands of years of life, witnessing the world’s vicissitudes with Eternal Sight.”

”It’s a pity for your potential to be wasted.”

He spoke sincerely.

”This guy is so vicious!”

Jin Lingfeng, Liu Mei, and others changed color.

Because what he said was true.

The Taiyin Sword Sect, Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, and other Immortal Sects may not be on par with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, but indeed they have far more experience in nurturing Sword Cultivators, with many successful paths to follow.

Even if Jiang Ding was unmoved, to many elders, the possibility he might be persuaded was significant.

Especially when stuck in a bottleneck for a long time, this possibility would seem even larger; the madness of individuals like Immortal Li Hai showed that these cultivators possessed no rationality.

This thorn in the heart meant that many elders had to give extra consideration to their decisions and leave a fallback option or two.

”I’ve heard,”

Jiang Ding remained impassive: ”that the Great Sun Swordsman is the enemy of the Taoist disciples of the Eight Immortal Sects, someone they can’t wait to kill. Often just a clue is enough to ask the elders to take action and suppress, right?”

”Is that a rumor?”

”...”

Elder Yingpao fell silent, saying nothing.

”Who could nurture the Great Sun Swordsman under the combined pressure of the disciples of the Eight Immortal Sects and their masters, rather than kill him?”

Jiang Ding’s tone turned cold: ”Since the Elder does not wish to speak, then let it be.”