Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 1439: 1407 Jiang Dingzi's Joyful Troubles

Chapter 1439: Chapter 1407 Jiang Dingzi’s Joyful Troubles

“Why thank,

“Battle and merit, these are natural things, originally belonging to you.”

Jiang Ding slightly shook his head, then nodded: “Upper Realm, where the elites of countless Thousand Worlds converge; even for me, there are times when the vastness of heaven and earth feels solitary and lonely.”

“With you here, that’s better.”

“In this vast world, at last there are one or two old friends from the past, helping me not to look at everyone with such unfamiliarity.”

“However, the timing now is not very good, you might be in danger…”

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

“Danger?”

Han Lin’s heart trembled, and his alertness instantly heightened.

If even this person says it’s dangerous, then it must be very dangerous, the kind that can take one’s life.

“Great Love Daoist Friend,”

“Do you know what kind of danger it is?”

Jiang Ding asked.

This fellow Daoist is reputed to possess prediction techniques unmatched in the world, and he himself has claimed so.

Since the other party had not violated Tushan Law, Jiang Ding believed him, refraining from peeping into anyone’s privacy.

“May the Heavenly Monarch,”

“Achieve victory in his endeavors!”

This time, Great Love Heavenly Monarch did not pretend to be ignorant, bowing deeply: “May you, slay the Immortal Sect’s inheritance, further advance in swordsmanship, and take another step on the path to immortality.”

He said this with a degree of sincerity in his heart.

The Great Sun Sword Master was not kind to him.

He received none of the many preferential treatments given to Qingyun Heavenly Monarch, and the bias was very apparent, even harboring a vague hostility towards him.

However, the Great Sun Sword Master adhered strictly to rules.

As long as the rules dictated it was yours, he would give it to you, without any withholding or attacking without reason, even if you were just a mortal.

Such people, in traditional morality, aren’t necessarily great people, perhaps not even good ones.

Yet in the cultivation world, considering what many cultivators actually do rather than preach, his actions are indeed precious, with many aspects capable of being leveraged.

“You indeed know.”

“Then you should also know that you bear my cause and effect, having emerged from a shared Lower Realm, which might lead to involvement.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly: “In this battle, if I die, so be it; there’s nothing to say. I become just another opportunity for the inheritance of the Immortal Sect’s swordsmanship, adding to its foundation, merely one of the countless living beings slain under its sword, nothing surprising.”

“But if I win and successfully flee.”

“Then, someone might vent their anger; you know, the world has many cultivators who allow themselves to sharpen their swords with others’ lives, yet do not allow their own people to die by someone else’s hand—it’s that kind of injustice.”

“Regrettably, this injustice seems common in the cultivation world.”

“My advice is for you to immediately retreat to Thunder Flame Domain, away from here, considering the Demon Race territory.”

Jiang Ding said flatly: “Although this might not be of much use, the Immortal Sect is still too powerful for us, with prediction techniques beyond our imagination.”

He had thought about giving them some teleportation life-saving talismans, feeling somewhat guilty, but ultimately gave up.

Because it would further establish their connection to him, possibly bringing greater danger.

Of course, Jiang Ding’s guilt won’t alter his plans in the slightest; this is the enemy’s evil, unrelated to him, and he’ll settle accounts when he has the capability in the future.

He is merely a small Nascent Soul Cultivator, powerless against the Immortal Sect’s malice.

“That’s conventional wisdom.”

“The two of you might not be computed by the Immortal Sect; after all, you are not ordinary individuals.”

Jiang Ding added.

“Thank you for the Heavenly Monarch’s warning.”

Han Lin and Great Love Heavenly Monarch nodded solemnly, their hearts heavy.

This heaviness was genuine for Han Lin, while Great Love Heavenly Monarch’s feelings were unknown; Jiang Ding could not discern his inner thoughts.

“Enough of these heavy matters.”

“Recently, I’ve had some minor insights on the Dao, you and I could exchange ideas, advance mutually, foster progress together…”

Jiang Ding shifted the topic to cultivation.

Cultivators often face life-and-death crises, seemingly an inevitable fate, yet despite crises, life goes on, and the journey to immortality continues unrepentantly, until immortality or life’s end, living a life without regrets.

“Haha, it’s been years since we’ve heard you preach, Heavenly Monarch!”

Han Lin and Great Love Heavenly Monarch rejoiced.

“Nothing of the sort, just exchanging thoughts.”

Jiang Ding was very humble.

The three discussed the Dao, sharing their cultivation experiences; most often, it was Jiang Ding imparting his knowledge, explaining the foundation of the God Transformation Realm, how to break through Refining Nothingness, how to construct Refining Void Rules within, making things as accessible as possible, all while avoiding anything related to the Xianmen Sect’s inheritance.

It was not difficult, apart from the Xianmen Sect inheritance, Jiang Ding had also mastered numerous Refining Nothingness inheritances.

Sometimes, Jiang Ding gained insights from Han Lin and Great Love Heavenly Monarch, discovering many thoughts he hadn’t considered before.

Great Love Heavenly Monarch surprisingly had considerable accomplishments in time and space paths, especially the time path, a domain Jiang Ding had yet to touch, truly an anomaly.

Han Lin, on the other hand, had deep understanding of the wood path, with many remarkably creative and unconventional ideas, making people marvel at him, not one to be underestimated.

Among three, there must be one to teach me; indeed, this is true.

Time was exceedingly short; after days of discussing the Dao, the three parted with reluctance.

“This parting, who knows when we shall meet again in the future.”

Jiang Ding cupped his hands with a bow: “I wish you, fellow Daoists, success on your future paths, with promising fate ahead.”

“We wish the Heavenly Monarch victory in the sword, advancing further!”

“May our dear younger uncle become immortal in the future!”

Han Lin and Great Love Heavenly Monarch promptly responded with courtesy.

At this moment, even one as calculating and cold as Great Love Heavenly Monarch was somewhat touched.

Three small Divinity Transformation Stage ants in the Small World were exchanging blessings for one another’s future immortality, filled with the purest sentiments.

Of course, this sentiment does not at all affect possible life-and-death battles among them in the future.

Yet the emotion felt at this moment was unquestionably genuine.

“Take care!”

“Take care!”

Jiang Ding cupped his hands once more and turned away, his figure gradually vanishing from everyone’s sight.

Leaving only two behind.

Instantly, the atmosphere around them turned murderous, almost freezing the space.

“Qingyun Daoist Friend,”

“Such matters, let them not happen again!”

Great Love Heavenly Monarch coldly warned: “Otherwise, don’t blame this Heavenly Monarch for disregarding the camaraderie of old…”

“Rest assured,”

Qing Yun Heavenly Monarch remained calm and composed.

“Hmph!”

They each flicked their sleeves and departed.

…

Mud Swamp Demon City.

Jiang Ding appeared here once more, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

“According to intelligence, Guang Lei Heavenly Monarch is at the barrier place cleansing with incense, meditating quietly; it’s his habit. Whenever possible, he always adjusts himself to peak state before every battle, regardless of the opponent.”

“Based on his past actions, within a year at most, he will formally begin to look for a sword fight opponent.”

“Will he come for me first?”

“Or seek the inheritance disciple of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm first?”

“Truly vexing, I currently don’t know where the inheritor Sword Cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm are; their whereabouts remain unobservable.”

Jiang Ding mused, blissfully troubled.