Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Otherwise? Qiyu Swordsman.”

Mu Tiansnow’s dissatisfaction showed through her icy smile, ”In the Demon Country, the land is vast and resources are plentiful, producing enough Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures to support a state of the demon race, and more than enough for several Golden Pill Cultivators to cultivate.

If your master cannot even hold back the severely injured Chiyan Fox King, why should the Demon Country hand it over to your master?”

Jiang Ding fell into deep thought.

It seemed plausible.

There was no need to be too afraid of the injured Chiyan Fox King.

She just didn’t believe that Immortal Tiankuang would truly leave a Late Golden Core demon fox unchallenged, without striking and diminishing its cultivation base somewhat.

”How can you guarantee my benefits after the battle?”

Jiang Ding asked, not dwelling on the issue any further.

If he was to fight tooth and nail, only to be toyed with in the end, he could take revenge later, but that wouldn’t be ideal.

”That’s easy.”

A hint of pleasure appeared on Mu Tiansnow’s fair, jade-like face.

It seemed that the pressure Immortal Tiankuang of the Liudao Sect had brought on her was immense, and she had gone to great lengths to get rid of it.

With a touch of her hand, she unfolded a glowing, green paper between her fingers, which was so mysterious that it could even be brought into the Divine Consciousness space.

”This item, named the Green Spirit Agreement, is one of the treasured legacies of my Hua Xue lineage,” Mu Tiansnow said solemnly, looking towards both Cultivator Baimei and the others.

”When I once traveled through the Northern Plains’ Cultivation World, I also became aware of it.”

Understanding, Cultivator Baimei pondered for a moment and then said, ”It is indeed a rare treasure that only appears in ancient cultivation relics. It is said to be an oath witnessed by the Heaven itself, requiring both parties to sign in true earnest. Should anyone break the agreement, even a Nascent Soul Monk would pay a heavy price, and it would undoubtedly mean death for a Golden Pill Monk.”

”To my knowledge, the three veins of the Xuetu Hall have each had their strengths and weaknesses over the past millennium. The strong ones did not annex the other two veins precisely because their ancestors each signed this contract with their treasured legacies. Once breached, their sect’s inherited treasures would instantly self-destruct.”

”To think such a mystical item exists in the world.”

Zhou Sanyan clicked his tongue in wonder.

”Indeed,” Mu Tiansnow said calmly. ”If not for the restraint of the Green Spirit Agreement, I would have already slaughtered the Du Jiang and Bai Gui veins. Who knows, I might have reached the peak of the Golden Pill by now.”

She spoke of those of the same sect as if it were nothing.

Jiang Ding’s spirit sonar radar waves penetrated it.

”Truly fascinating...”

An unknown and secret power emanated from nowhere, informing him in his heart that he must keep to the agreement, or even if the Nanoscale Liquid State Robot came from the top craftsmanship of the Xianmen Sect’s Immortal Path, it would still lose all spirituality and have its core destroyed.

”Qiyu Swordsman, it’s not about whether your master is willing to sign...”

Mu Tiansnow said with a smile.

Both Cultivator Baimei and Zhou Sanyan also turned their attention this way, filled with curiosity, anticipation, inquiry, and skepticism.

Boom!

A round of scorching Golden Great Sun Sword Intent descended upon this space.

The terrifying, destructive heat spread in all directions, catching the attention and engendering fear in the Golden Pill Cultivators around. Warning signs continuously rose in their Divine Souls, feeling as though they would turn to ashes in the next moment.

”Is it really so?”

The color drained from Mu Tiansnow’s face.

This Sword Intent and the fluctuations of the Divine Soul felt completely different from what she had sensed before, different from the Spirit Consciousness Fluctuations and Sword Intent of the youth in blue clothes standing in front of her—similar only in minor aspects.

”I’ve seen this fellow Daoist before,” Mu Tiansnow’s expression shifted several times before she calmed down and bowed slightly in salute.

Although it was only the presence of an Early Stage Golden Pill, the Sword Intent was particularly terrifying; it warranted her salute and also represented her hope of shaking off the control of the Liudao Sect.

”My name is Mie.”

A cold and merciless voice transmitted.