Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Forget it, I can’t make sense of it.”

Jiang Ding shook his head and placed a small silver bean, drawn from the ground using electromagnetic force, on the tea table before stepping out of the teahouse.

Turning a street corner, his figure vanished out of sight.

An invisible silhouette silently flew into the sky above the former Prefectural City, now the Chizhong Baron Mansion.

Inside the mansion, lanterns were hung and firecrackers sounded non-stop, as three festive bridal sedans were escorted by a crowd into the mansion, full of joy and happiness.

This scene had been ongoing for more than half a month, and the locals had gone from surprise and celebration to complete habituation, not finding it strange at all.

”The clan’s fervent desire for reproduction...”

Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he bypassed a First-order alarm Formation Method and entered the mansion. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he easily located three Yin’s Qi Practitioners and stepped forward to fly in their direction.

In the front yard, gongs and drums were deafening, and firecrackers burst loudly in celebratory unison.

In the back yard, however, it was cold and deserted, not even a maid to be seen, just the three Qi Practitioners sitting opposite each other with little joy in their eyes.

”Little brother, the bride has arrived, why not go and have a look? Didn’t you say some days ago that you wanted to marry a hundred concubines?”

The oldest among them, a middle-aged Cultivator with a waxy yellow complexion and the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing, asked with a smile.

”Big brother, stop making fun of me,”

replied a younger man from the Yin clan, in his twenties and visibly disgusted: ”Among mortals, there’s not a single one with Inner Qi cultivation. What beauty can there be? Their bodily odors can’t be covered by three layers of perfume, and the blemishes on their faces can’t be hidden with ten layers of rouge. What’s there to see?”

”If it weren’t for the continuation of the family lineage, I wouldn’t want to touch these mortal women at all.”

”Little brother, you shouldn’t think like that.”

”You should learn to seal your Divine Sense in normal times.”

The middle-aged man with a waxy complexion consoled in a voice of experience: ”Otherwise, seeing these things every day, you’ll inevitably become unable to bear it. The family has tasks: to hand over five children with the Yin’s Spiritual Root within ten years, and twenty within twenty years. These tasks are not light.”

”If you cannot fulfill them...”

Fear flashed in his eyes.

The others felt the same, a chill running through them, not daring to recall the specific punishments.

”If one can over-fulfill the task, there are rewards to be gained, and your Cultivation Base could advance further.”

The middle-aged Cultivator continued consolingly, ”We actually still have a glimmer of hope for foundation building. If we can offer a Twinling Root child of the Yin bloodline, not only will we receive a generous reward, but we will also be exempt from submitting children for forty years.”

”Over the years, there have also been ancestors of the family who rose from the mortal realms.”

”Thank you for your advice, big brother,”

the younger Cultivator sighed and thanked with a cupped fist salute.

”Actually, there are also other ways.”

”A few days ago, the family messenger just delivered it, instructing us to post near the city gate and spread the word to all the Loose Cultivators in the area.”

The second brother, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, took out a Jade Slip, infused it with Mana, and several luminous phantoms were cast out from it, revealing a hint of greed: ”If we can find the whereabouts of these individuals, we need not do anything else. Just reporting it will earn us Foundation Building Pills, and all family tasks will be waived.”

The other two looked on.

The first figure was strikingly a handsome youth in blue clothes, his gaze cold and distant as he gazed into the sea of clouds, contemplating something.

Just one look, and a heavy pressure emerged within their hearts, making it hard to breathe, coming from who knows where.

”Purple-level Arrest Warrant from Tianren Sect: Jiang Ding, known as the Qiyu Swordsman, is the greatest remnant of the Qiyu Sect beneath the Golden Pill, offering clues and reporting to the Sect’s Golden Pill, then successfully capturing this individual will be rewarded with four Foundation Building Pills. Outsiders may also join the Tianren Sect.