Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The wills of these people are still commendable,”

Jiang Ding observed them, nodding slightly, without paying much attention.

To the collateral lineages of the Hei Clan, such sacrifices and devotion filled them with pride and confidence, with an invincibility that at least at that moment seemed to even surpass the Great Sun Sect and the Great Sun Sword Sect. Only two hundred years before had such a phenomenon been common.

After the internal split, when the Immortals of Nascent Soul divided the spoils among themselves, such incidents became quite rare.

It was something that only occurred during the rising period of an organization.

However, for the Xianmen Sect, these things were everyday and taken for granted.

Wasn’t it normal to shield and block for one’s comrades?

Comrades did the same for them.

”... Nevertheless.”

After pondering, Jiang Ding made another judgment.

He noticed that those who fought valiantly were only from the Hei Clan’s collateral lineage; meanwhile, the Loose Cultivator Golden Pills and vassal Golden Pills were extremely cautious, conserving more than half of their strength and always ready to retreat.

”Unable to absorb fresh blood, being limited only to the Hei Clan’s collateral lineage, this group has made some progress, but that’s about all.”

”Moreover, even if they succeed, they are likely to quickly develop divisions similar to collateral and direct lineages to ensure the interests of themselves and their descendants. This spirit of selfless sacrifice will be lost soon.”

After his assessment, Jiang Ding turned and left.

After traveling more than a thousand kilometers, a towering octagonal high tower piercing the sky came into view.

The Luoxu Clan, Book Pavilion.

Such a place was naturally highly contested.

In fact, the prime target for the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights had originally been here. They came from a background of Loose Cultivators and craved legacy more than anyone else. The Book Pavilion of the Luoxu Clan was an irresistible temptation to them, worth sacrificing their lives for.

Now, that temptation was curbed.

Because it was near Dizifeng Peak, a place once visited by Li Tu, the Blood Hand Demon.

Blood Cloud and his staff officers pondered in silence for a long time before completely erasing this predefined target and choosing another direction.

Even though the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights did not come, the place remained bustling.

Jiang Ding glanced at the crowd wandering aimlessly in front of his personal library.

The fray never ceased, roughly divided into three forces.

The first force was led by Hei Tianlan, a Golden Pill Peak Cultivator from the Hei Clan’s direct lineage, who commanded more than forty Golden Pill Cultivators to form the Hei Clan’s military formation, bursting with murderous aura.

The second force was the Hei Clan’s collateral lineage, led by one of the strongest among them in intel, Golden Pill Peak Cultivator Hei Louxi, commanding over sixty people.

The last force consisted of Loose Cultivators, the most numerous group with over a hundred individuals—more than any other faction—but unorganized and without any military formation, their power was scattered, making them the weakest in actual strength.

Yet they refused to give up, prowling around like hyenas, eyeing the Hei Clan’s collateral and direct lineage forces menacingly.

Whenever someone drove them away, they did not dare to resist and immediately fled, only to sneak back into hiding after a while.

Logically, in the face of a common enemy, the two factions should have united to clear out the neutral force first, and then fight to the death.

But the contradictions between the Hei Clan’s collateral and direct lineage had reached a breaking point, lacking even this basic understanding as they engaged in combat upon meeting.

Military Arrays darkened the sky with evil aura spreading in all directions, array patterns diffusing, and Spiritual Light colliding and shattering.

Dozens of Golden Pill Cultivators, unified in a military formation, were not to be underestimated—their combined force had reached the standard of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Apart from slow mobility, there were hardly any weaknesses.

”Kill!”

Hei Louxi commanded a pitch-black sword Treasure, leading the charge; crow feathers began to sprout on her cheeks, spreading to her neck, chest, and body. Each crow feather shone with a metallic luster, producing a clinking sound upon collision.