Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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The three-tailed demon fox, Chiyuan, flashed her beautiful eyes and stealthily sent a sound transmission.

"Brother Moyu..."

"Sister Chiyuan, rest assured."

Moyu was overjoyed and immediately snorted coldly, "Qiyu Sect is far too arrogant. We have traveled thousands of miles to assist, yet the Qiyu Swordsman refuses even to meet us. It seems their reputation as one of the great sects of Yue Country is deserved. Perhaps it would be best for us to report back to our king and return to Demon Country."

"Brother Moyu, please, calm your anger!"

Li Qingyun and the surrounding Qiyu Sect foundation-building cultivators changed their expressions and, feeling panic-stricken, repeatedly apologized.

Ever since the cultivators from Demon Country had arrived, the death toll among their sect's foundation builders had markedly decreased, and they did not wish to return to the harrowing days of the past.

In their hearts, resentment grew.

They were all foundation builders; while they fought to the death outside, others sat comfortably within the sect, enjoying various offerings. How could they not feel aggrieved?

That would have been bearable.

But sitting comfortably wasn't enough; they also had to come out and cause trouble, offending valuable allies who had come with difficulty!

"Perhaps my junior uncle doesn't fancy us juniors," a foundation-building cultivator said sarcastically.

"Elders, naturally, can sit at home, idly awaiting the younger generation's tributes..."

Another Qiyu Sect foundation builder sneered but was interrupted by a nudge from a companion. His expression changed, and he paused his speech.

He had just remembered the sight of Zhou Lingwu dying before everyone's eyes years before.

"What nonsense about elders!"

Moyu scoffed and glared at Li Qingyun fiercely, brimming with murderous intent, "My father is King Kong Que. Now, even if I wanted to invite the Qiyu Swordsman to share a drink and make friends, would your Qiyu Sect give us the courtesy or not?!"

"This..."

Li Qingyun felt helpless and sent a message to Jinlingshan Mountain.

Feeling apprehensive, he planned to report to his master if the matter was truly beyond remedy.

After all, that individual, ever elusive, rarely showed himself. Whether he was even on Jinlingshan Mountain was questionable.

Worse still was the prospect of accidentally killing the seemingly ferocious General Moyu.

That would be disastrous. The sect could very well end up besieged by Demon Country and Xuetu Hall, doomed beyond doubt.

To his surprise, a reply came quickly.

"Please invite the friends from Demon Country over."

The tone was polite.

For some reason, Li Qingyun felt a chill and hesitated before gritting his teeth and saying, "Senior Sister Chiyuan, let's forget it, shall we? Regarding the fifty boys and girls with Spiritual Roots you mentioned last time..."

Chiyuan, the three-tailed vixen, seemed tempted, yet still spoke with a smile, "Could it be that the Qiyu Swordsman feels it beneath his dignity to associate with us from Demon Country?"

"Dare you really think so disrespectfully?"

Moyu's pupils slitted, and he spoke coldly.

"Qiyu Sect and Demon Country are sincere brothers to each other. How could we dare?"

Li Qingyun sighed inwardly, his face all smiles, "My junior uncle has long been preparing for your visit. It's just that I worry he's unused to receiving guests and not skilled in conversation. I fear he may inadvertently fail to be a proper host. Please, let it pass."

He personally led everyone to fly up the mountain.

Boulders, spiritual trees, spirit flowers, and spirit grasses were planted all over the mountain, the scenery delightful. What's more, the air was filled with the rich Gold Attribute Spiritual Aura, which made many of the visiting sect foundation builders envious.

"Merely a second-tier Spiritual Vein."

But Moyu, the demon general, was somewhat disdainful and expected less of the so-called Qiyu Swordsman, having grown up around a third-tier Spiritual Vein alongside King Kong Que and looking down on second-tier Spiritual Veins.

Moments later.

The group reached the mountaintop, where a handsome youth in blue clothes was already waiting. Twelve maids bustled about, setting up a tea table.

"Everyone, please, have a seat. It truly graces Jinlingshan Mountain to have such esteemed guests from Demon Country."

Jiang Ding looked once over the intense human resentment and murderous aura radiating from Chiyuan, Moyu, and the many half-beast demon generals, speaking warmly, "This humble dwelling offers little beyond tea, so please overlook any shortcomings."

"Greetings to the Qiyu Swordsman."

Princess Chiyuan was full of admiration, her gaze lingering on him as if stuck.

All present took their seats according to their status and glanced over the tea setting.

Indeed, it was very simple — no modesty at all — just a cup of tea, with not even a single dish of refreshments, which caused the frowning of the half-beast demon generals.

"What kind of crap is this?"

After a brief taste, one of them casually discarded the cup, shattering it on the ground with a clink, behaving very insolently.

"Junior uncle, please, calm yourself."

Li Qingyun's tea cup shook as he swiftly transmitted a message, "This treacherous bunch, we will settle with them after we've dealt with Xuetu Hall. For now, we must tolerate them for a while."

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"Guests from the Demon Country, please don't take offense."

Many Qiyu Sect foundation-building cultivators panicked, hastily taking out food and drink from their storage bags to set on the tables, offering apologetic smiles, toasting and urging drink, finally managing to calm the ire of the demon generals.

"Alas."

Seeing this, Jiang Ding sighed inwardly.

He didn't mean to look down upon them; he simply drank a cup of tea on his own.

These foundation-building cultivators were not inherently spineless; they were simply terrified by Xuetu Hall, afraid that if others left, they would have to face the terrible battlefield alone.

He gave a few perfunctory responses to the three-tailed fox Chiyuan and let the matter drop.

Li Qingyun, along with many of the foundation-building cultivators, were old hands at social intricacies, and the atmosphere soon grew harmonious again, with sounds of finger-guessing games, bouts of drinking, and raucous laughter endlessly filling the air, creating a lively scene.

Chiyuan's eyes shifted and she took a glance at General Moyu.

"He's at the mid-stage of foundation building."

General Moyu understood the hint and used his divine sense to convey a message to one of the subordinates of a leopard-headed demon general, who was at the latter stage of foundation building, matching in status, and gave a few instructions.

"Pah!"

A moment later, the leopard-headed demon general slammed the table, turning it into crumb powder, and suddenly stood up, his pair of green eyes fixed on the youth in blue clothes sitting at the head of the table: "What kind of dog-water tea is this, not at all interesting. How about a bout of play with Uncle Bao?"

"Brother Leopard, come, let's drink…"

One of the nearby foundation-building cultivators changed his expression slightly, showing a flattering smile, going forward to urge more drink.

"What are you, scram!"

The leopard-headed demon general spat out a mouthful of saliva, grabbed the cultivator by the collar, and a force far greater than that of a human cultivator transmitted through, slamming him into the dirt far away, his mouth spitting blood.

A hush fell over the surroundings.

This time, no one else dared to come forward with an offer of a drink.

"A tender-faced pretty boy."

The leopard-headed demon general crooked his finger and sneered: "Dare you come over and spar with Uncle Bao for a couple of moves? If you don't, from now on you'll be known as Qiyu Sword Dog."

Jiang Ding looked at him curiously.

"This demon dares to insult our Sect?"

Li Qingyun looked towards Chiyuan and Moyu, his tone no longer as friendly, slightly icy: "Both of you, our Sect still has two Patriarch Jin Dans, and even Xuetu Hall has been held off by us head-on. We are not beings you can bully at will."

"Brother Li overstates things."

General Moyu let out a cold laugh, releasing the pressure of a peak foundation-building cultivator to suppress him: "Our Demon Country esteems martial prowess. In such a banquet, a small competition is nothing unusual. Even a little bloodshed isn't such a big deal. A head falls, just leaves a scar the size of a bowl's rim. It isn't like your Human Race, always so delicate and squeamish."

"A game, you say, is bullying. That's overstating it."

"A game?"

"Brother Moyu speaks the truth,"

Li Qingyun, however, let out a sigh of relief and did not insist any further.

"What's your name?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Catch three moves from Uncle Bao, and then I'll tell you my name,"

The leopard-headed demon sprang up with powerful legs, a fierce wind forming around him as his body disappeared in a flash.

When he appeared again he was already over ten paces from Jiang Ding, his claws gleaming with sharp green light, capable of cutting gold and jade, striking three wind blades several meters in size, and then pounced forward, his body as swift as the wind.

Many Qiyu Sect foundation-building cultivators tightened their expressions.

Even this single move was enough to decapitate many foundation-building cultivators on the battlefield.

"No name, then forget it."

Jiang Ding shook his head and casually flicked out a finger. A light blue sword qi shot out from between his fingers, cutting through the three wind blades, not slowing down at all but instead increasing in speed.

The leopard-headed demon general felt a chill in his heart, his centuries-honed animal instincts raising the alarm with sheer terror. He screamed in fright, frantically fleeing toward his comrades.

"Spare me…"

Swish!

The light blue sword qi struck the leopard-headed demon general, slicing off his gleaming claws, continuing at unaltered speed to sever his arms and then pierce through his skull.

Thud!

A lifeless body hit the ground.

"Mercy for your underling!"

Jiang Ding mumbled to himself, smiled, and looked toward Moyu and Chiyuan who were about to stand up in sudden fury. An icy sword intent descended, causing both to stiffen and show a look of terror.

"Is that what you two wanted to say?"