Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 860 - 829 What a Waste

All was silent, no one spoke.

Those who had repeatedly and secretly connected with the Great Sun Sword Sect, the Righteous and Demonic Alliance, the Great Sun Dharma Sect Immortals of Nascent Soul, wishing to defect and seize an inheritance, now bowed their heads, resisting the increasingly intense innate fear in their hearts.

"Does no one fancy my head on their trophy wall?"

"Too polite."

"Since that's the case,"

Jiang Ding said indifferently, his gaze landing on the Chief Maiden of the Tushan Maiden Corps, the First Maid of Spring, Chun Jian, "You have committed three sins.

First, you embezzled a large amount of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure suitable for the Nascent Soul Stage, not accounting for them in the agreed three portions;

Second, you secretly contacted forces like the Great Sun Sword Sect to discuss conditions for defection, yet made no genuine moves to defect;

Third, you allowed a strong inclination for independence within the maiden group, failing your own duties."

At these words, Chun Jian's body trembled.

After three sentences, her body swayed uncontrollably, her instincts taking over.

Even now, at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul, she could not resist the fear in her heart, sensing an intense smell of death, deeply regretting her actions.

"Is this true?"

Jiang Ding asked quietly.

The cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect could easily conduct soul searching on anyone, their Cultivation Methods would willingly cooperate.

Now these maids he personally trained, had no secrets before him.

"...It is true."

Chun Jian said hoarsely.

These were true, amidst the massive amount of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure her position had suddenly shifted, and she lost her way.

"You deserve to die."

"Indeed."

Jiang Ding sighed lightly, "It is not because of your greed, not because of stupidity, but because of your weakness. With such strength, you should not have harbored these thoughts."

Chun Jian's face turned pale, her body trembling uncontrollably, swaying left and right, unable to stand steady even as an Immortal of Nascent Soul.

All the maids stared at her, some beginning to show a fierce look, especially maids like the Immortal Jinyu, who had already understood something, their own expectations had been mistaken.

Immortal Tushan valued his Tushan Law more than the huge difference in value between a Golden Pill Monk and an Immortal of Nascent Soul!

Chun Jian also hesitated inside.

Her Mana surged inside her body, her Life Treasure, the Heaven Light Dao Sword from her Elixir Field, buzzed intensely, filled with both extreme fear and excitement, smelling an opportunity for a breakthrough against fate.

Several breaths later,

Chun Jian showed a look of dejection, her Divine Sense leaving the Flying Sword.

"I leave it to the master for judgment!"

Her expression was dim, giving up resistance.

"Impossible!"

"Have you gone mad?"

"The path of cultivation we seek is so difficult. Besides, it's not just you; there are us, and those outside…"

In that moment, innumerable furious Divine Transmissions flooded into her Sea of Consciousness, raging furiously, chiding relentlessly.

Chun Jian paid no heed to them, taking out her Life Flying Sword, a short sword with greenish hues and wood grains, letting it fall to the ground with a clink.

"Please, master, render your judgement."

Chun Jian said again, kneeling down, her hair disheveled, revealing her pale, delicate neck.

"As you see fit…"

The young man on the throne looked at her, his gaze misty, lost in thought.

His mind seemed to traverse hundreds of years, arriving at when Tushan Immortal City was newly established, and they were clearing out the remnants of demon cultivators in every direction. A subordinate reported, finding a child with a Sky Spiritual Root of the Wood type, a sign from Heaven that Tushan Immortal City was destined to flourish.

Afterward, teaching, defending Tushan Immortal City in battle, purging demon cultivators, watching her grow up…

Scene after scene flashed before his eyes.

This girl, had accompanied him for a long time.

"You're useless."

Chun Jian startled, slightly raising her head.

"Useless,"

"Utterly useless."

Jiang Ding sighed, "A Sword Cultivator needs to have a rebellious spirit, to draw swords against the mighty, to be put to death and then come back to life, unencumbered by past grudges or karmic ties, drawing their sword directly.

"This is the highest virtue,"

"Only such a Sword Cultivator will have a future."

Clang!

Jiang Dingyi's sword slashed down.

The thunderous Thunder Sound burst forth in the void, entering the eyes of everyone present, deeply imprinting into their Sea of Consciousness, into the core of their Divine Souls, unavoidable.

Boom!

Before Chun Jian had time to react, she felt an excruciating pain assault her, her protective shield shattered, her arm snapped, her breastbone caved in, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood into the air, harshly smashing many tables and chairs.

Her energy was feeble, withered.

But she did not die.

Struggling to get up, Chun Jian exclaimed in ecstasy, "Thank you, my lord!"

"Chun Jian,"

"You are lucky to have met me now."

Jiang Ding calmly said, "The loss of wealth, tenfold compensation, in terms of responsibilities, and dealing with the covert alignment with the Great Sun Sword Sect, you need to find a cultivator of equal strength to your own within a hundred years, a cultivator who has my permission and approval, and fight a blood battle with them until one of you dies."

"If after a hundred years, you have not completed the blood battle, I will execute you personally."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord!"

Chun Jian's heart trembled.

However, compared to facing this person now, she bitterly realized that even if she resisted, erupted with all her might, or even burned her essence blood, the outcome would still remain unchanged.

Now, things were already well enough.

"Ah Shanggong..."

Jiang Ding no longer paid her any attention, but looked at another Immortal of the Nascent Soul, the Summer Maid Shanggong, and sighed, "I still remember to this day the scene when I fetched you, still an infant, from a Golden Pill storage ring of a Shang Clan's collateral lineage, including your sister. I originally thought that our relationship would last from beginning to end."

"You wouldn't betray me, I wouldn't betray you."

"Each fulfilling our promises, our duties."

"Yet still, it turned out like this."

"It truly makes one sigh, the people of the world, including myself, are all commoners, none are constant, always changing as time passes."

"I have disappointed my lord..."

Shanggong's face showed bitterness.

Pocketing profits for herself, secretly contacting one of the Northern Plains Families, the Shang Clan, she was also involved.

Many terms were being discussed, even the elder ancestor of the Shang Clan personally promised, set a Daoist Pact, very generous offers.

Under such promises, her heart was moved, she hesitated.

If the situation changed a bit more, it might have already become reality.

Ding!

She took out her Life Flying Sword, threw it to the ground, and made the same choice as Chun Jian, kneeling down.

Clang!

Jiang Dingyi's sword sent her flying, her arm broke, and she spat blood in mid-air.

"Just like Chun Jian, but you need to find someone within fifty years to fight to the death,"

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

An even stronger expression of disgust, slightly revealed.

The Shang Clan treated her this way, her mother died in a difficult childbirth, her father, for them to survive, committed suicide at the hands of a Golden Pill of the Shang Clan's collateral lineage, preferring to let them, two sisters, become someone else's furnace cauldrons.

Preferably so, just for them to survive, not to become sacrificial items of the Shang's legitimate lineage to promote the Spiritual Root.

Now, this person wanted to turn back, completely forgetting her own parents.

It was indeed displeasing.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Shanggong struggled to get up, continuously spitting blood, deeply knelt down, her forehead touching the ground.

"Fellow Daoists,"

"They, who have bonds with me, I raised from a young age."

"And you,"

Jiang Ding did not heed her, looking at the other seven Nascent Soul Stage Maids, his eyes revealing a hint of scarlet light, "will receive no mercy, all of your crimes will be accounted for."

"So, what is your choice?"