Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 225 - 216 Du Jiang Child_1

"Disciples!"

"This time, we must prioritize the Golden Jade Mushroom, the main ingredient for the Foundation Building Pill. Ignore all else and remember this well."

At the entrance to the Nine Heavens Relics on Tianleifeng Peak,

Master Jiucaobi, Li Mingda, with a face flushed red, earnestly admonished the numerous disciples below.

This was the most central location of the Qiyu Sect and also where the Ancestor Master had his fortuitous encounter. The entire Sect was established based on this very place, even the Spiritual Vein was relocated here afterwards.

At this moment, many Qi Practicing Realm disciples had arrived— the seven True Disciples, Li Qingyun, a direct descendant of the Supreme Elder, children of various Foundation-building Master Uncles, Chen Xi, Gong Caiyu, Han Lin, and others.

Almost half of the Qi Practicing Realm disciples from the mountain gate had left!

The Qiyu Sect had been pent up for eighteen long years, and now the grievances of those without hope for foundation building were unleashed at once, forming a torrential force. They were eager to gather enough main ingredients for the Foundation Building Pill to last the Sect for a hundred years.

"Yes, Master Uncle Li!"

The many disciples responded in unison.

The words of Master Jiucaobi struck a chord in their hearts.

How could any Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure be more important than the Foundation Building Pill?

A huge throng of people, yet no one was hurrying, occasionally looking around with yearning eyes, staring intently at anyone who passed by.

Master Jiucaobi, Li Mingda, was no exception.

"Disciples, heed my command!"

Suddenly, he showed a trace of shock, which he quickly concealed.

"Enter the Nine Heavens Relics immediately!"

The Qi Practicing disciples around him fell silent for a moment.

"We can't!"

Someone immediately objected, disregarding the strict hierarchy of the Sect.

"Has the little Grandmaster Uncle not arrived yet? How could we possibly forget about him?"

"That's right, that's right! How can we juniors be so disrespectful?"

"No, no, absolutely not!"

The surrounding disciples said in agreement, both the seven True Disciples and many young prodigies like Li Qingyun, who had been trapped at the Peak of Qi Practicing for many years.

All spoke with righteous indignation and refused to move no matter what.

"You impudent brats!"

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Li Mingda cursed loudly but also didn't act further to punish them, as many of them were the offspring of his friends.

After a slight hesitation, he communicated a few words to several people through Divine Sense.

"What are you waiting for, the little Grandmaster Uncle?! It is our duty as juniors to scout ahead for our Elders!"

The number one ranked True Disciple, with a flash of joy on his face, stepped nobly into the entrance of the relics, vanishing from sight.

"Precisely! Precisely!"

Another Foundation-building Master Uncle's descendant said with disdain, "You bunch of cowards, fear for your lives, lacking the heart to pursue the Dao, and yet dare to covet foundation building?"

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With that, he too rushed in ahead of the others.

"I shall clear the path for the little Grandmaster Uncle..."

Several others volunteered to enter, all being disciples of notable status within the Sect.

That sparked a reaction from many people who gradually came back to their senses.

"Why does that guy love to conceal his form so much?!"

Wu Makong was the first to realize, immediately feeling a bit of a toothache.

"Right!"

The surrounding circle of Yue Country's Dragon and Phoenix List disciples of the same period suddenly came to an epiphany and scrambled to enter the relics.

When the crowd had thinned a bit, Jiang Ding, who even Foundation-building cultivators couldn't see, tested several times to ensure he could still return to the Xianmen Sect at any moment. Then he followed into the relics.

...

There was no sensation of the world spinning, just as if passing through a thin membrane.

Upon opening his eyes, Jiang Ding found himself in a grey, misty space. About ten-plus meters above, where the Concealment Spell had failed and reactivated, an invisible and formless figure was slowly falling.

"...No sun, this isn't a minor world..."

"...No triggering of the Xianmen Oath, this is not an illusion... Arriving here without the disarray of teleportation, quite effortlessly, it aligns with the characteristics of a half-space layer..."

Jiang Ding landed on a stone, a series of thoughts rising to his mind.

Looking around,

the wilderness was a vast jungle, with the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi everywhere at the level of a First-order Spiritual Vein; the edge of the sky had a bright curvature. With a simple calculation, the half-space layer was roughly hundreds of kilometers in size.

Jiang Ding took out a wooden box.

[Rune Beast Box]

[Special Supreme Magic Tool]

[Contains ten thousand rune-engraved bio-imitative insects and spirit birds crafted with ancient methods from outer realm sects, each one connected to the owner's perspective, purely handmade, wholly traditional methods, the most valuable collectible for the next millennium—Da Fuji Antique Collection Auction Company.]

"One hundred and thirty thousand low-grade Spirit Stones..."

"Damn the ancient methods, damn the collectibles, damn the handcrafting, damn the crooked merchants!"

A trace of pain flickered through Jiang Ding's eyes.

That an extreme Magic Tool dared to cost him one hundred and thirty thousand low-grade Spirit Stones was enough to buy a Third Order Spirit Mine for crafting artifacts.

Had it not been for the possibility that the previous Dari Swordsman was still alive and wielded a vast influence, which meant he dared not expose even the slightest trace of Xianmen, a drone worth a few thousand Mortal coins would have sufficed.

All in all, it amounted to a loss of one hundred and thirty thousand Spirit Stones out of thin air.

"Dari Swordsman, I'm noting this debt!"

Jiang Ding hummed softly as he injected his mana into the rune-engraved wooden box.

Hum!

The box trembled slightly, and a red-beaked bird emerged, its eyes bright and lively, palm-sized. After taking a brief glance, it flapped its wings and flew towards the distance.

His Divine Sense scanned carefully.

"Not bad, without using Sword Intent, one can't tell at all that this is a fake bird; it's no different from the common birds in the mountains and forests... It can even mimic pecking, hunting, fleeing, all the functions are there."

Jiang Ding's expression improved slightly.

Red-beaked birds, mosquitoes, beetles, eagles... A variety of rune-crafted ordinary beast flew out of the box, dispersing in all directions, silently covering the area within a fifty-kilometer radius.

Although it was only capable of optical surveillance, it was barely sufficient.

Bang!

A stream of magical Spiritual Light flashed on the eastern horizon, followed by another, and then multiple ones, creating a pattern formed by seven colors of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder, with seven feathers reflecting each other's radiance.

To the east, the mark of the Qiyu Sect.

"The Spiritual Medicine Garden is to the south..."

Jiang Ding barely suppressed his urge to rush southward and instead, concealing his figure, flew towards the direction of the seven-feathered pattern.

"Ultimately I owe him a favor, otherwise, I wouldn't have managed to enter this place."

"Resolve it quickly!"

...

"Has the Qiyu Sect gone mad?"

To the north, many cultivators dressed in black robes, each bearing various palace insignias, were taken aback, then overjoyed: "This time we don't need to search all over for these monkeys. At least, there are six days to harvest elixirs!"

"If there's a sufficient amount of elixirs, perhaps we could even..."

The eyes of many disciples from the Xuetu Hall burned with eagerness, yet they dared not act recklessly. Instead, they all looked towards the center with awe and fear and bowed in unison.

"We greet Senior Brother Du Jiangzi!"

A lad with a grotesquely swollen face, resembling a waterlogged ball with only a tiny sliver of an eye, did not respond to them.

In his hand, he dragged a headless, limbless corpse dressed in a black robe, tearing off strips of meat to feed a simple-looking green zombie in front of him.

"Big brother."

"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, I'll get more."

The voice of the lad was incredibly cute, tenderly watching if the green zombie chewed everything without wastage until the body, still warm, was entirely consumed, bones and all.

Only then did he reveal a smile.

"Go."

"The ten disciples with the fewest enemies slain—leave them for my big brother to try first."

The surrounding disciples of the Xuetu Hall trembled with fear.

"Yes!"