Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”So, I took a wisp of your Essence Blood and Divine Soul and merged it into the seed, refining it to this day, for three hundred and seventy-four years.”

In his palm, another glowing red lotus seed appeared.

”My lord!”

Immortal Baimei’s body shook with disbelief as he looked at the blood lotus seed.

At that moment, he finally understood why so many people swore to follow this rogue cultivator of Qi practicing to the death, without complaints or regrets.

A secret move for resurrection!

What do cultivators toil and strive for over so many years of cultivation?

Is it not immortality!

Such a critical lifeline, refined with hundreds of years of heart’s blood, all for a brother not related by blood.

It completely defied common sense!

However, generally speaking, such resurrection secrets could hardly be used consecutively twice...

Immortal Baimei remembered some texts from the adventures of the Qiyu Ancestor Master, he opened his mouth, then closed it again, not daring to interrupt the clearly somewhat crazed Blood Cloud.

Yet some feared not and held no taboos.

”Chieftain! You must not do this!”

A burly man with a beard stepped forward, a blood spear emanating fierce energy from behind him, and said in a deep voice, ”This soul fragment of Second Brother is extremely frail and beyond salvation. Dead men cannot be resurrected. Please prioritize your own well-being.”

”Bear in mind, you are not just one person. You are the linchpin of the lives and fortunes of all your brothers.”

The Fourth General of Blood Cloud, the Blood Spear General!

Immortal Baimei’s gaze flickered slightly.

This man, known throughout the Northern Plains as Hei Loushan, came from a collateral lineage of the Hei Clan. With exceptional natural talent, particularly adept at cavalry and army formation control, he was a latecomer who joined the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights less than a hundred years ago, yet he rose to rank fourth.

At this moment, his words were blunt, bordering on reprimand.

”I am grieved by your brother’s death,” said Hei Loushan solemnly, ”but among us brothers, countless parents, siblings, wives, and children have died under the persecution of Northern Plains families. We have had numerous moments of bitter tears.”

”Should we give up for this reason?”

His words were direct, he did not call each other brothers or swear oaths of brotherhood.

Everyone risked their necks in life-or-death situations, chasing after the Nascent Soul. Emotions mattered, but it was also a union of interests.

”Give up?”

”Give up what?”

The surrounding Golden Pill Monks were startled, not understanding the context.

Why suddenly talk of giving up? What was this about?

Others, however, changed color dramatically, turning abruptly to look at Blood Cloud, staring fixedly at him as a trace of anger appeared.

Even as the threads of hope were shattered, a barely detectable murderous intent surged tumultuously within their hearts.

”Fourth Brother, you speak too harshly,” said Blood Cloud, sensing the intense emotional changes in his subordinates, and spoke calmly, ”To resurrect once more will only cost me two hundred years of my life energy. Counting the Life Extension Elixirs, I have seventy-seven years left, enough to pursue the Great Dao of the Nascent Soul.”

”Would you stop me?”

”Stop you?”

Disappointment was evident in Hei Loushan as he bowed slightly and took a step back.

Seventy-seven years left,

spoken so lightly!

The rapid depletion of life energy in such a short time was sure to have a great impact on forming the Nascent Soul.

There might have been a forty or fifty percent chance before, but now, even ten to twenty percent would be a stroke of extreme luck.

Around them, the Blood Cloud Cavalry remained silent.

This man, indeed, valued his relationships.

But he did not have the makings of a great leader.

They had abandoned their families, allowed their kin to be slaughtered by the Northern Plains families, gone through countless separations and losses, and had been pursuing the Nascent Soul Dao for hundreds of years.

One could say Blood Cloud’s Nascent Soul was not solely his anymore; it symbolized the Great Dao hopes of countless people!

And now, for one man on the brink of death, he mercilessly trampled on these hopes and the lifetime of efforts of others.

In doing so, should they still praise him for his deep sense of camaraderie?

When their children, wives, and parents were dying, were they not sad? Did they not feel?

Heh, only you value sentimentality.