Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 858 - 837: The Great Sun Swordsman and His Maids

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Tushan Maid Corps Central Courtyard.

This place was located deep underneath a rather ordinary grassland, carved with many cave mansions and a council hall and planted with mundane plants that showed no fluctuations of spiritual energy, serving merely as decorations.

The modest underground cave mansion was neither lavish nor majestic, yet it looked exquisite and elegant, a stark contrast to the crude abodes of some rough and tumble men.

It was built jointly by nine great Nascent Soul maids.

Every effort had been made for maximal concealment, with plenty of emergency escape passages reserved, so that even if a Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator launched a surprise attack, the losses would not be grievous.

It seemed to be the current highest decision-making body of the Tushan Maid Corps.

The reason for "seemed" was,

that some maids from Tushan Immortal City questioned the legitimacy of this body, leading to some inner turmoil.

At this moment, a meeting being held in the Central Courtyard subtly revealed some clues about this issue.

In the center of the meeting, the body of a maid at the Golden Pill Peak laid sprawled on the ground, blood pooling around her, indicating she had long been dead.

Gong Caiyu and other maids, with cultivation bases at the Golden Pill Peak, were in a somewhat frosty atmosphere with the seven great Immortals of Nascent Soul.

Some were angry, some were fearful, while some were respectful and submissive.

The highest seat was vacant.

The first Spring Maid, Chun Jian on the lower right and the first Summer Maid, Shanggong on the lower left, both of Nascent Soul Realm, ignored this, resting with eyes closed.

The officers of the Tushan Maid Corps largely fell into two groups: the Tushan Immortal City faction and the Northern Plains warriors.

The former was far outnumbered by the latter; except for a few, the talents, strength, and overall abilities of the Tushan Immortal City faction's maids did not match those elite maids who had fought their way out of piles of corpses.

Maids of the Tushan Immortal City faction usually held the position of deputy officers, taking care of, guiding the troops, and managing promotions and punishments; they held the hearts of the eighty thousand maids and had a firm grip on the army.

Elites from the Northern Plains typically served as chief officers, leading the operation of the army formations and making main decisions during wartime, sharing in all spoils of war including the Royal Court Command Token.

Overall, this system was effective.

Both sides checked and balanced each other, cooperated, and each displayed their talents, winning the war for the King's Court.

But now, there was a serious imbalance in the situation.

After earning their Nascent Souls in the Court's Blessed Land, nine great maids had ascended!

Immortals of Nascent Soul!

Living for one thousand two hundred years, they could be considered ancestors in the Northern Plains, leaders of clans or sects; even Peak Nascent Soul Cultivators would treat them with respect.

In such a situation,

how could they be content to be held in check by Golden Pill ants?

Especially now, when the eighty thousand maids were scattered, and the army formations were not concentrated, the formations did not possess Nascent Soul level power and thus, could not restrict the Immortals of Nascent Soul in the slightest.

Even the mere pressure from a Nascent Soul could cause Golden Pill Cultivators to have difficulty breathing and their mana to circulate sluggishly.

Moreover, not everyone among the original nine great maids had ascended to Nascent Soul; some had perished in the Heavenly Tribulation, others survived with severe injuries, while those who were once their subordinates had ascended to Nascent Soul.

This was an imbalance.

The more mindful Immortals of Nascent Soul endured forcibly, waiting for the procedures in the Maid Corps Central Courtyard to be completed.

As for those less patient, especially those with past grievances—and such grievances were common, since the warriors from the Northern Plains came from various backgrounds and one could see all sorts, even mortal enemies—it was just that in the past, they were restrained by strict military law.

Now, one who had just ascended to Nascent Soul, naming themselves Immortal Jinyu, killed their commanding officer and enemy during a Central Courtyard meeting of Maid Corps, avenging old resentments.

Others were too slow to intervene.

This was exactly why Gong Caiyu and other cultivators of the Tushan Immortal City faction were outraged.

Each of the nine great Nascent Soul Monks possessed Sword Intent, could it be that none could intervene in time?

Or was there some previously established agreement among the Immortals of Nascent Soul, a pact that went beyond the entire Tushan Maid Corps?

Many were angry; many were frightened and restless.

"Immortal Jinyu,"

Seeing that both the ascended Spring Maid, Chun Jian, and Summer Maid, Shanggong showed no reaction, and many of her peers were fearful and silent, Gong Caiyu felt fear as well.

But after a moment, she stood up, turning her gaze to a beautiful woman in a golden dress.

"Immortal Jinyu, why did you commit insubordination, murdering your superior officer, the Kan Yu Maid, Immortal Tianshui?"

"Do you realize you have committed a great crime?"

Gong Caiyu sternly rebuked her.

"Sister Caiyu speaks oddly,"

Immortal Jinyu said with a cold countenance, letting out a light chuckle: "A mere failure in ascension to Nascent Soul, a waste, a Golden Pill ant, where does the question of insubordination arise?"

"Remember, there has never been insubordination."

Her gaze was icy as she stared at the Golden Pill ant before her.

"You've admitted it, that's good,"

Gong Caiyu suppressed the terror in her heart, speaking coldly: "According to Tushan Law, you are guilty of a capital crime, an unforgivable death penalty—that's my verdict."

She cast out a piece of cloth she had personally inscribed the verdict on, letting it flutter in the air.

A deputy officer and a member of the Central Courtyard Maid Meeting, she possessed the right to enforce the law.

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No, it's not just about power,

but a necessity!

Tushan Maids, as cultivators, cannot compare with the heroes of the Northern Plains in terms of talent, cultivation base, proficiency in army formations, or innate ability for magical combat. They are all-around inferior.

With so many shortcomings, why do they hold high positions?

Even possessing significant authorities like enforcement, promotion, rewards and punishments, and even after the battle, obtaining the Nascent Soul Opportunities countless Golden Pill Monks yearn for?

It's because of their higher political reliability!

They must be like this!

Gong Caiyu, merely a Peak Golden Pill Cultivator, faced an Immortal of Nascent Soul directly, said all this, and then sat down.

The verdict on silk dropped to the floor, sentencing an Immortal of Nascent Soul to death.

"Oh?"

The beautiful woman's expression turned cold.

Immortal Jinyu's heart surged with killing intent, and the terrifying oppression of the Nascent Soul Stage emerged, falling upon the white-dressed woman, causing her body to tremble, but not out of fear; she glared back at her resolutely.

This Golden Pill Cultivator was as weak as a mosquito, easily crushed with a simple flick.

However, Immortal Jinyu hesitated.

This woman was different.

Unlike the Kan Yu Maid who came from a Loose Cultivator background, she grew up from a mortal alongside that person's avatar and shared a deep bond with him.

To repay kindness and seek revenge was a down-to-earth principle of the Northern Plains.

Furthermore, with the power of an Immortal, she didn't believe that person would do anything to her for the sake of a Golden Pill ant, fearing no equals in her Stage.

In a moment of impulse, she killed her enemy.

She had no regrets.

But if she were to kill this woman...

"Hmph!"

Immortal Jinyu suppressed the killing intent in her heart.

Now was not the right time.

That person was merely another Immortal of Nascent Soul who dared to enslave a Nascent Soul, and someday, he would pay the price. She wondered how this wretched maid's face would twist then?

"What do you all think?"

Immortal Jinyu's icy gaze swept across the other Tushan Immortal City maids.

One by one, they respectfully lowered their heads, expressing their submission to the Immortal.

Immortal Jinyu felt satisfied within.

The Tu Shan Maiden Corps was something she coveted.

This was a power comparable to a Peak Nascent Soul!

"Caiyu, my young friend, considering this is your first offense, I will let it pass..."

Immortal Jinyu spoke indifferently.

She already had plans in mind for the following courting, promising, and had at least an eighty percent certainty she could bring the Kan Yu Division under her command, turning them into a firm and reliable force, establishing her foundation for a secure standing, no longer fearing Nascent Soul Late-Stage cultivators.

"Gentlemen,"

"Our sovereign is about to arrive here."

At that moment, the Chief Maiden of the Tu Shan Maiden Corps, Spring Maid Chun Jian, suddenly announced.

The entire Tushan Central Court fell silent.

Fear, dread, joy, murderous intent...

Various complex emotions echoed in the hearts of Immortal Jinyu, the Southeast Wind Female Servant Hei Louxi, the Summer Maid Shanggong, and other maids, throwing their minds into disarray.

Ignoring the others, Chun Jian herself stood up, moved beside her seat, bent her knees respectfully, and waited in silence.

The women exchanged glances.

Like Chun Jian, Shanggong stood up, lowered her head, and bent her knees respectfully.

Gradually, Immortal Jinyu, Immortal Louxi, and others followed suit, arranging themselves neatly into two lines, based on the standards of their cultivation base and position.

Fifty-five in number, the weakest among them at the Golden Pill Peak, nine Nascent Soul Immortals respectfully bent their knees.

They watched the highest place, which had been vacant for so many years.

Hum!

Space Formation Patterns spread out, and amidst a hazy rumbling,

a young man in green clothes crossed the space and arrived, glanced at them, and sat in the chief seat, with the sword placed next to him.

"We welcome the sovereign!"

The Nine Great Maids of Nascent Soul, along with the forty-six Peak Golden Pill Maids, bent their knees once more, their voices as melodious and pleasant as orioles.