Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

More than two hundred Golden Pill Monks stood in silence, their hearts filled with greed, yet none dared to raise their eyes again.

They knew their own affairs all too well.

Though their numbers were many, their hearts were not united, with numerous grievances between them.

The Formation Method they had formed was vast yet impure, and not finely honed. Not to mention the elite who had continuously suppressed the Scorching Sun Swordsman and the Six Dao Saint, even an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage cultivator or a Golden Pill elite could look for an opportunity to break their formation and create an opening.

Not to mention, the formation was a gift from the very person before them, so finding its flaws was as simple as reading the lines on one’s palm.

Should they harbor any ill intentions, being defeated one by one and killed would be the only outcome.

A glint of light flashed in the Six Dao Saint’s eyes.

Compared to Blood Cloud’s Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights, these Loose Cultivators were far too scattered, making them a potential target for defection.

Having ruled the Northern Plains for tens of thousands of years, the Northern Plains families had accumulated a wealth of experience. He knew clearly how to divide and conquer these Loose Cultivators.

While Loose Cultivators bore deep enmity towards the families, as long as tangible benefits were offered, winning them over was not difficult.

Of course, settling scores afterwards and reneging on promises were also skills mastered without comparison, lessons many forebears had learned and written into books to educate their descendants.

”Tushan Master!”

Han Lin shouted excitedly from afar, breaking the suffocating atmosphere here, and making everyone’s hearts relax a bit.

”Stand your ground. Without orders, do not act rashly,” Jiang Ding said indifferently, turning to fly off into the distance.

He was not angered by these people’s greed.

There had always been mutual use and mutual caution between them, not true subordinates. It was just a temporary necessity.

As long as they hadn’t crossed his bottom line, all could be overlooked.

The desire for wealth was universal after all.

However, something like the Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng that could aid in Infant Formation, though he didn’t value it much, could drive Golden Pill Peak cultivators to lose their reason. To prevent any unpleasantness, it was better not to let them know.

”Yes!”

Immortal Baimei and others responded respectfully, not daring to ask what had appeared in the distance.

They were all very astute and naturally understood that the patience of the other party had accumulated to a certain extent. Any breakthrough could lead to a bloody incident, so all they could do was guess with extreme envy in their hearts.

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Jiang Ding followed Han Lin, concealing his form, and crossed over a hundred kilometers to arrive at a plain, yellowish-brown mound.

The surrounding Spiritual Energy was sparse and the highest grade Elixir available was only First-order, which Golden Pill Monks disdained to harvest.

Unless one could synthetically create related Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, these low-grade spiritual items were useless to Golden Pill Monks and regarded as no more than wood or stone.

”Master, it’s here,” Han Lin said, his voice lowered as much as possible in the Divine Sense transmission, his heart pounding, ”I can sense the Nine Elements Spiritual Ginseng is right below us, over a hundred meters underground. If the soil layer is disturbed in the slightest, it will disappear again, and it will take at least a month to relocate its trace.”

”If luck is poor, it might not be found for several years.”

For these two months, he had been occupied with this task, ignoring even a Fourth-order Elixir nearby, focusing intently until now when he could finally pinpoint it.

”Wait a moment,” Jiang Ding said as he closed his eyes slightly.

This elixir was indeed extraordinary, as he was unable to sense its clear trace even when he was close by, feeling only a vague sensation.

To instantly pinpoint it would probably require his presence here.

His Divine Sense, mingled with Sword Intent, radiated out like an electromagnetic wave, forming a vast net-like sphere that slowly sank into the soil below.

Gradually, it drew inward, centering little by little.

Silently passing through the soil layers, the distance grew ever closer.

A nondescript clod of soil the size of a palm appeared within the range of his Sword Intent.

Jiang Ding looked closely.