Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In recent years, many changes had befallen Tushan Immortal City.

The once orderly streets had become chaotic, peppered with terrifying shops like Chunfeng Building, Soul Refining Tower, Skin Peeling Pavilion, Blood Refining Pit, and Corpse Shadow Cave, their very names enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

Bodies, hearts, and blood-drenched bones were displayed carelessly at the entrance of these shops, deliberately imbued with a magic that emitted a rich stench of blood to attract customers.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept the surroundings.

Apart from the city center, which still maintained its cleanliness and tidiness, the city streets were now filled with slums where Qi Practitioners lived.

The slums, with their haphazardly constructed shanties and streets flowing with sewage, reeked to high heaven, and every now and then, one could find a rotting corpse in a gutter.

The Qi Practitioners here lived lives even more difficult than those of the common people.

”Can it be?” Cultivators’ productivity couldn’t have fallen to such lows.

Jiang Ding was somewhat stunned.

Never mind Foundation-building cultivators who could fly through the skies and divide rivers with ease, even Qi Practitioners could deploy elemental magics of water, fire, earth, and wood.

For cultivators, constructing houses, repairing streets, and weaving vestment robes should be quite simple. While maybe not the most aesthetically pleasing or artistic, durability was hardly an issue.

If there’s something you don’t understand, ask someone.

Jiang Ding wandered for a moment, until he came upon a deep cave entrance, from which a gust of Yin Energy and the smell of blood emanated.

This was a hole dug into the ground; there was a breeze within, suggesting a vast inner space, and around the entrance lay scattered white short hairs.

Thud, thud!

Jiang Ding tapped lightly on the edge of the cave, producing a knocking sound as if on a wooden door.

”I pay my respects, Ancestor Tushan!”

After a brief wait, a cute short-haired girl, trembling with fear, emerged from the entrance and knelt down, her eyes wide with terror.

Her pointed ears twitched uncontrollably; her body spasmed, showing signs of intense muscle cramps. The hem of her skirt was soaked, dampening her short tail, and she also had two hind paws covered in white fur.

Her cultivation base was not high, at the Fifth Level of Qi Practicing.

”Are you a Rabbit Demon?”

Jiang Ding inquired with interest.

This was exceedingly rare in his Tushan Immortal City; some regrettable events had occurred when the city was first established, and the Demon Race was almost non-existent.

The rule of the Hei Clan seemed different, with the presence of Rabbit Demons, Bird Demons, Tiger Demons, and more, all maintaining considerable loyalty. Amongst those Foundation-building Qi Practitioners who harbored the deepest resentment and hatred, quite a few were from these demon races.

You should know, this was happening within a minute fraction of the population, where resistance was steadfast.

”I pay my respects, Ancestor!”

”I... I-I-I...”

The Rabbit Demon girl grew even more terrified, stammering without being able to utter a complete sentence, her ears reddening, her spasms worsening, and tears began to fall, wetting a large patch of the ground.

To the Demon Race, the young man before her was known as the Demon Slayer!

Millions upon millions of demons had perished because of him, driven from their homes, their races on the brink of extinction. It was only when Longevity Heaven dispatched an envoy from the Black Feather Wing that the Demon Race had any hope of survival.

Although every year they had to offer bloody sacrifices to the envoy of the Black Feather Wing and present numerous furnace cauldrons, this was considered unusually benevolent governance. The elders of the tribe spoke of this as a blessing from a benevolent demon god, worshipping the Longevity Title Plaques of the Black Angels day and night.

The Rabbit Demon girl, Yu Bai, trembled uncontrollably, recalling her elders’ earnest teachings, and she felt an overwhelming sense of despair well up within her.

She wanted to fight with the desperation of a warrior of her tribe, to charge forward and splash her opponent’s robe with blood, even in death, to not let down the spirit of the Rabbit Tribe.

But her body simply would not obey her!

Trembling incessantly, unable to do what she longed for, she faced an overwhelming natural predator.