Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 722 - 703 Immortal Burning Bone

Treading upon layers of corpses and white bones, he ascended step by step to the mountaintop, passing through the layers of blood and terrifying restrictions.

At the mountaintop,

a gaunt, emaciated old man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his sharp aura not evident. On seeing him approaching, the old man managed to pull his tight skin into a kindly smile.

"I pay my respects to Master!"

Immortal Blood Bone kowtowed in greeting.

"My disciple, spare yourself the formality."

"How has your cultivation been in recent years? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Immortal Burning Bone asked gently.

"Yes, Master. The disciple has some confusions regarding the practice of Blood Bone Sword Technique..."

Immortal Blood Bone's spirits lifted, and he hastily laid out the questions he had been accruing over the years, waiting for his master's answers.

In the past, such opportunities were infrequent.

Being able to pose a question every two or three decades was quite good, and that also depended on the master's mood. If he caught him at a bad time, the result was often a harsh beating.

"The Blood Bone Sword Technique is inclined toward ferocity, refined through the blood of living beings. It is best developed on a battlefield. The Swordsman's place isn't bad; after you finish your duties here, you can go to serve under the Swordsman.

You must temper and enhance your path with the blood of your enemies. This is the destined fate of us sword cultivators. If you wish to progress in cultivation, go and fight..."

Immortal Burning Bone explained the perplexities patiently, occasionally answering questions.

"Exactly."

Suddenly, his words paused, and he let out a low sigh.

"It's just, one might die."

Immortal Blood Bone, too, seemed to recall something, fell silent, and respectfully listened.

For over ten days, the hoarse and dry voice answering the disciple's doubts echoed amidst the mountain of corpses. He gave a rough explanation.

Whether one could understand,

depended on the disciple's destiny. Everyone had come through the same way.

"How goes the task?"

Immortal Burning Bone asked hoarsely.

"Reporting to Master,"

Immortal Blood Bone replied respectfully: "Out of the one hundred and thirty-seven Sword Sprouts, there are sixty-seven of lower quality, forty-two of medium quality, twenty-seven of high quality, and three of the finest quality.

Among them, one of the finest quality Sword Sprouts is outstanding and has been planted. It is predicted to bear fruit after more than twenty years."

"Oh, an outstanding Sword Sprout of the finest quality?"

Immortal Burning Bone felt a tinge of happiness in his heart.

"Yes, Master,"

Immortal Blood Bone explained: "This finest quality Sword Sprout has slain the high-quality Swordsman Guo Kai and over thirty Golden Pill Monks, only sustaining minor injuries. Its strength is almost on par with a Sword Intent Sword Cultivator. I estimate it is only one step away from that stage, hence my plan to rank it among the supreme quality Sword Sprouts."

"It has slain Guo Kai and over thirty Golden Pills without having grasped Sword Intent?"

"Indeed, it certainly is a supreme quality Sword Sprout. Your plan is not mistaken."

Immortal Burning Bone was very pleased and encouraged, "Disciple, take good care of our Sword Sprouts. The Master Uncles within the sect are all watching; we will not treat you unfairly.

The opportunity for high-quality Infant Formation is ready; you need only wait until your cultivation base is ripe to use it. You must not worry about anything."

"Many thanks to Master!"

Immortal Blood Bone was overjoyed but also voiced his worries, "Master, the core disciples like Virtual Spirit Immortal from True Master Void Square's side often obstruct us, and your disciple has truly been somewhat exhausted from dealing with them lately..."

True Master Void Square, the leader of the Master-Disciple Faction.

As for the late-stage and peak-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, situated high above in the clouds, the sect will never lack their presence, no matter how dire the situation, as they don't need to enter the fray, and everything they need is delivered right to their door.

"Void Square?"

Immortal Burning Bone snorted disdainfully, "That man is pedantic and fails to win people's hearts. It won't be long before someone advises his disciples. You need not worry; just focus on cultivating Sword Sprouts for the sect."

"That itself is a great contribution. You don't need to worry about anything else."

"Yes, your disciple understands!"

Immortal Blood Bone's heart settled down.

Seeing that his elder did not ask further, he bowed respectfully again and slowly took his leave.

After Immortal Blood Bone left, the area returned to its deathly silence, devoid of any trace of life.

The mountain breeze swept through,

carrying the stench of rotting corpses and the scent of blood, making it a true graveyard of living beings, unfit for human habitation or survival.

"Hee hee hee hee..."

Accompanied by a birdlike, unpleasant laughter, an old man with a pigeon face appeared opposite Immortal Burning Bone and laughed, "Burning Bone, is this the scapegoat you've found for yourself?"

"If Immortal Jianyang were to come out of seclusion, he would surely be furious, but it is unlikely that he would kill a Sect Nascent Soul, these disciples are all doomed."

"Your eldest disciple is called Burning Sword?"

"He is very fortunate, serving by the side of the Swordsman, untouched by these events, his future path bright and limitless, truly enviable, unlike this unlucky fellow."

"Scapegoat?"

"Not to that extent."

Immortal Burning Bone was not surprised by the appearance of the man before him and said indifferently, "Over the years, his cultivation base has progressed rapidly, his Sword Intent even more refined and fierce than many of the Sword Cultivators fighting fiercely before us; what a great advantage this is?

Some risks are only natural."

"As for you, Yin Jiu, instead of being a good dog for the Yin Family of the Liudao Sect, what are you doing here?"

He sneered, "I remember, hundreds of years ago when you joined the Great Sun Sect, the Yin Family had slaughtered all your relatives including your parents, sisters, brothers, and descendants for the crime of insubordination."

"And yet you still had the face to go back, heh, has your Sword Heart wavered?"

He said with a cold laugh.

"Although we have a relationship, and you have saved my life before, our debts are already settled."

"I think your head might fetch me a Breakthrough Pill."

The pigeon-faced old man before him was none other than True Master Yin Jiu, who was born into the collateral lineage of the Yin Family, joined the Great Sun Sect, advanced to Nascent Soul through bloody battles, and whose hands were stained with the blood of many family Cultivators, personally massacred many Northern Plains families, then defected from the Great Sun Sword Sect and returned to the Yin Family of the Liudao Sect!

His head carried a substantial bounty within the Great Sun Sword Sect.

"A dog? Hardly."

True Master Yin Jiu remained unfazed by Immortal Burning Bone's mockery, "No one gives a dog a mountain of Nascent Soul Stage resources to help it break through to the Mid-stage of Nascent Soul."

"If there were such a dog, I would be willing to be it."

Immortal Burning Bone fell silent.

"Burning Bone."

"We, brothers, should not laugh at one another; neither of us should criticize the other."

True Master Yin Jiu spoke calmly, "What you're doing now, if the Swordsman were still around, he would have killed you on the spot."

"He doesn't care about Nascent Soul or not, unlike Jianyang who is more amenable to conversation. Even in his weakest moments, he never compromised."

"Even if the entire Sect were to betray him, he could draw his sword and clean the slate, then raise a new Great Sun Sword Sect without any hesitation."

"The Swordsman..."

A chill ran through Immortal Burning Bone's heart.

The Swordsman they spoke of was naturally not Scorching Sun Swordsman.

This person, even upon advancing to Nascent Soul, was stronger than them, but not yet qualified to dominate.

"Alright, let's not expose each other's shortcomings."

Gaining a slight advantage in verbal sparring, True Master Yin Jiu cut off the conversation, then shifted to more serious matters, "You want the divine souls of Sword Cultivators, the Liudao Sect and the Alliance of Righteous and Demons have them, even Nascent Soul Stage Sword Cultivator divine souls, along with secret techniques of Cultivation Methods to refine collateral lineage blood and advance one's cultivation base—all these are available."

"Our ancestor was invincible in his time, and the bloodline he left behind is far from simple; even the disappearance of the Swordsman more than two thousand years ago might be related to the methods of the ancestor."

"All of these are up for discussion."

"This is precisely why those curs from the Alliance of Righteous and Demons have pressured me to come here, so miserly, just because I slaughtered a few families? I have not even settled the score with them for slaughtering my parents."

"Alright, now that I've said all this, do you still want to kill me?"

True Master Yin Jiu took on the appearance of a desperate man, "In this lair, I am no match for you, and I can only say that I have placed self-destruct restrictions on both my spirit and treasure storage bag—no one will be able to gain anything from my corpse, I will never let anyone profit by killing me."

"Never."

"As you know, that has always been my way for many years."