Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 300 - 289 The Uncontrollable Killing Destiny of Great Sun Sword Cultivators_1
300: Chapter 289: The Uncontrollable Killing Destiny of Great Sun Sword Cultivators_1 freeωebnovēl.c૦m
300 -289: The Uncontrollable Killing Destiny of Great Sun Sword Cultivators_1
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Three hundred and sixty Air-Space Warplanes roared past, leaving trails of white streaks in the sky, finally coming to a stop above a vast, boundless lake.
“Is this the place?”
Jin Lingfeng asked.
A cold Sword Intent swept through.
At the bottom of the lake, hundreds of meters deep, a burly middle-aged man with a ghastly pale face showed not a hint of color.
His bare shoulder was newborn-baby pink and tender, eerily fused with his normal body, creating a chilling and uncanny sight.
“That person, he’s come!”
Immortal Shenshi’s body trembled, and despair surfaced in his heart.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
An Azure Flying Sword, followed by three hundred and sixty Hunter missiles, arrived on schedule.
The surging waves posed no obstacle to them.
“Demon School!”
Immortal Shenshi was terrified.
He bit the tip of his tongue and his last drop of Essence Blood transformed into an enormous surge of mana, which he channeled into the water droplet Artifact in front of him, making it swell to the size of a mountain.
It did not shrink back but collided with the barrage of missiles.
Boom!
In the explosion of flames and Third Order Magic fluctuations, the mountain-sized water droplet Artifact shattered, scattering its Spiritual Light, leaving behind only a dimly lit droplet falling to the ground.
Clang!
The Azure Flying Sword disappeared then reappeared in an instant, piercing through water arrows and water knife spells one after another.
“You, you’re actually at Mid-Stage Foundation Building…”
Immortal Shenshi’s eyes widened as he finally recognized the supreme nature of the Flying Sword.
His Taoist heart took a strong hit.
But he couldn’t do anything as he watched the Flying Sword come for him.
Whoosh!
The Flying Sword passed through his head, leaving a large hole.
The Sword Qi inside was grim and cold, shredding all signs of life and sparing neither the Golden Pill nor the Divine Soul.
The light faded from Immortal Shenshi’s eyes, his head tilted, and his body limply fell to the muddy lakebed.
The Flying Sword gathered up his corpse and the dimly lit water droplet Artifact and flew into the midst of the Air-Space Warplane fleet.
With a flash of Spiritual Light, they were taken into the army’s communal loot space.
“Immortal Shenshi confirmed dead.”
Jin Lingfeng said, “Next, summon the Golden Pill Monks from nearby Daoist Soldier Sects, dispatch disciples to eradicate the remnants of the Demon Cultivators, restore the civilian life of Chenshui Country, comb through the local areas, and leave no hidden dangers for new Daoist Soldier Sects.”
“Yes!”
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In the subsequent years,
Jiang Ding and others were caught up in a busy state, with the Air-Space Warplane fleet flying to and fro within Canghai Small World, suppressing the various elements of instability that had emerged over the years.
Not all were orchestrated by cultivators from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace.
Many places originally had governance loopholes.
It wasn’t possible to spread Array Spirits everywhere or to send out troops to hold the fort, as that would have been too wasteful.
As a result, there were occasional appearances of Demon Cultivators.
Or there would be cases where a powerful monster broke through to Golden Pill, unleashing waves of hundreds of meters high that flooded thousands of kilometers of rivers, affecting tens of millions of victims.
Surrounding Golden Pill Daoist Soldiers were unable to subdue the threat, allowing the disaster to last for years, sometimes even establishing a Demon Country with its own appointed generals and raising humans and livestock for food.
Or there were Incense Fire Cults, secretly spreading and causing great harm, with origins that were elusive to trace, affecting the mining of many materials and the cultivation of elixirs belonging to the Immortal Sects, requiring investigation and more.
In short, there were three busy years, dealing with various issues, combing through many places in Canghai Small World, gradually becoming familiar with the various affairs within the Small World, no longer the clueless students from before.
On the last day,
The three hundred and sixty Air-Space Warplanes reappeared above the Steel Floating Island of Canghai, flew to the airfield teleportation Formation, and docked neatly.
Surrounding them were mountains of various mineral materials and elixirs.
Warships and warplanes occasionally flew past, landing, also ready for teleportation.
“In these three years, the people and events I’ve encountered feel more numerous than in the past decades.”
Many students exclaimed.
Taking advantage of this last moment to take photos for memories, sorting out local specialties to bring gifts for their families, the atmosphere was lively, and the chatting was joyous.
Jiang Ding found a secluded spot, sat down cross-legged, and his eyes were filled with contemplation.
He did not join the discussion with the others.
“Jiang Ding, what’s wrong with you?”
Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan noticed his condition at the same time.
Although he usually spoke very little, over these three years, he barely spoke at all, never uttering words beyond combat commands, as if someone had cast a powerful silencing spell on him.
“That is,”
Jiang Ding once again performed inner view on his divine soul, which was still as serene as the ocean.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked, “Have you felt recently that I’ve become much more irritable, the kind that really wants to find someone to battle to the death, not stopping until one of us is dead, the stronger the enemy the more excited I get?”
“Irritable?
No, not at all.”
An Siyan was startled and adjusted his black-framed glasses, “As for the latter, haven’t you always been like that?
Since the college entrance exam, when I first met you, you defeated me with a single sword strike, and it hurt like hell.”
“It’s different.
I was sure I could beat you then; there was no danger.”
Jiang Ding frowned.
An Siyan’s face went dark, and he stopped talking.
“I understand.”
Jin Lingfeng suddenly realized.
“You mean to say, you uncontrollably crave fighting against enemies stronger than yourself, regardless of the risks involved, just wanting to fight and kill, not caring whether it’s you or the other person who survives in the end, as long as you engage in pure combat.”
“Wait, just wanting to fight?”
Jin Lingfeng’s expression changed, feeling an uncanny sense of familiarity, and ransacked her mind to remember where she had heard it before.
“Great Sun Sword Pavilion!!!”
The two women exchanged glances and exclaimed in unison.
The Great Sun Sword Pavilion, that is the fanatical Jiandao School that lives by the sword and dies by the sword, with hearts holding nothing but the sword itself.
Often they initiate battles with other Immortal Sects not for any benefit, but purely out of the desire to fight, thus creating a massive amount of killings on various battlefields unpredictably, loathed by the Eight Immortal Sects.
In the end, making enemies on all sides, they perished directly at the hands of Xianmen Sect and indirectly from the various dark maneuvers of the Eight Immortal Sects.
“Your current state is indeed a bit off!”
Jin Lingfeng put away her playful attitude, extremely serious, “Great Sun Sword Pavilion, almost every deeply cultivated Sword Cultivator has this tendency, and it can even be said to be a mental illness, the more prominent in the Sword Dao, the more so.”
“This cannot be a coincidence.”
“Their Cultivation Method, or something else, is influencing practitioners to do this.”
“You must find Immortal Dinghai immediately after returning to the school!”
“Understood.”
Jiang Ding gently caressed the intertwined blue and gold body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, lost in thought.
Boom!
Days later, within the overwhelming flood of spiritual energy, each Array Pattern of the super teleportation formation lit up one by one, space became hazy, and underwent violent changes.
Finally, everything vanished.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes once again.
Before him, the immense Divine Tree of Heaven branches that pierced the atmosphere and reached for the starry sky, surrounded by the dense forest sea, teeming with vitality, swallowed cosmic starlight and radiation, transforming into a massive flow of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi.
The middle layer wrapped in sub-zero temperatures strengthened the external shield a bit.
Xianmen Sect!
Back in his homeland again.
At ease, Jiang Ding felt even the violent killing intent accumulated in his heart over the years calm down a bit.
Then it settled into the deepest recesses of his heart.
An uncontrollable thought surfaced in his mind.
Taoist of Five Elements, An Tuzi, three years have passed, have you reached the Mid-stage Foundation Building by now?
