Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Several days later.

An express delivery the size of a computer, carried by an Elite Kingfisher, landed on the ground of the mining area, creating a deep crater and almost burying itself.

After signing for the delivery with the Elite Kingfisher, Jiang Ding examined the square package.

Digging it out, he opened it.

It was a silver-white metallic block the size of a computer, a regular square with an impossibly smooth surface, without any seams, looking exactly like an ingot of steel.

An item card appeared before his eyes.

[Nanoscale Liquid State Robot Puppet Model 25]

[Grade: Second Order (Personal edition for cultivators)]

[Function: Once activated with mana, Divine Sense, and a drop of fresh blood, it can mimic most of the host's information, possesses the strength of a cultivator at the peak of foundation building, immune to third-order physical damage and second-order magic damage. Ten nanoscale liquid state robot puppets combined can form a third-order combat force, one of the future directions for Xianmen Sect's close combat Taoist Soldiers.]

[Listing Requirements: Authorized related individuals and testers are required to write a test report every three years.]

"Sounds good."

With a curious expression, Jiang Ding channeled mana and Divine Sense into it, while also pricking his finger to give it a drop of ordinary blood.

"Beep! Beep!"

Urgent red lights flashed, followed by a voice similar to that of an Array Spirit.

"Binding authority, please wait..."

Moments later, patterns of Formation Method shone, and the square steel ingot collapsed and melted into a thin silver-white layer, almost seeping into the ground.

Then, it transformed, writhed, and gradually rose up to the same height as Jiang Ding. The silver-white metallic glow faded, revealing a handsome youth in blue clothes, with a calm and indifferent gaze.

"A strange yet familiar feeling."

Closing his eyes to sense it for a moment, Jiang Ding gained a concrete understanding of what was called the personal edition for cultivators on the item card.

It was like an avatar, with a faint connection to his Divine Soul, allowing him to make it perform corresponding actions with just a thought.

Additionally, it had an afk function; provided with some time to collect data, it could autonomously handle various matters using the behavior patterns of its master.

In afk mode, it possessed a weak artificially simulated Divine Sense, capable of performing cultivator-specific actions such as receiving message transmissions and opening a Storage Bag.

Testing it thoroughly, indeed, it was as described in the manual, without any compromise.

"Good, security taken to the next level."

"Only the teleportation Formation remains."

Jiang Ding nodded in satisfaction.

Searching online, he found that the Xianmen Sect's Immortal Path technology in this area was advanced with many varieties, all kinds of functionalities available.

Picking and choosing,

He eventually selected six small teleportation Formations with a transmission distance of three thousand kilometers, enhanced with spatial concealment and encrypted transmission waves, so even Nascent Soul Monks skilled in space could not break it within several dozen breaths.

It was expensive.

Moreover, Low-grade Spirit Stones could not cover the entire purchase; trading required Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures with spatial properties.

"Over two hundred kilograms of Empty Mysterious Crystal Copper all gone, plus over three million Low-grade Spirit Stones."

"I'm completely broke now."

Rummaging through his pockets, Jiang Ding couldn't help but lament.

Apart from the dozen tonnes of Electromagnetic Magical Gold and the strategic-grade Spirit Mine Mercury Silver Magical Gold he still needed for the future, he now only had about two hundred thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones left, without any emergency funds.

If there was an urgent need, he couldn't produce anything.

"If only I could encounter Patriarch Bai Gui on his own again."

Jiang Ding fell into deep thought, with a profound impression of Patriarch Bai Gui.

Even his clone had made a fortune from him, splurging for decades before it ran out.

What about his true self?

Would it mean stability for the next century?

"Stay calm."

"Don't start planning any fishing schemes."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath, forcibly interrupted the beautiful fantasies in his mind, and even the detailed plans that had involuntarily sprung up.

"I don't need to get rich, just advancing steadily will lead to the Golden Pill; I'll think about it after reaching the Golden Pill stage."

He closed his eyes, entering a state of cultivation under the blue-gold large tree.

Cultivation, attending classes.

Every half month, spending several hours to drive the Air-Space Warplane home for a quick visit, cooking, cleaning, seeing the grandparents, and with mana, tending to their bodies by sorting their meridians and clearing cancers and other lesions.

Then back to continue cultivation and classes, occasionally entering the Fog Spirit Pearl during Immortal Luling's class to cultivate, each time plummeting from the sky without any warning in a free fall.

Each time, he was defeated by a single sword from Immortal Yinwu of the Taiyin Sword Sect at the Golden Pill Peak.

The only gain was an infinitesimal enhancement of his Sword Intent of Destruction.

Every day, he also took time to infuse a strand of the Fusion Magnetic Crystal Core into his Taiqing Flying Sword.

Busy and bustling.

Without realizing how time had passed, a year went by just like that.

Jinlingshan Mountain.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and turned into a grey-blue Escape Light, flying off into the distance, an extremely rare initiative to leave home.

Today,

was the day the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit would ripen.

Streams of Foundation-building Escape Lights flew in, converging at the Sect Main Hall, many filled with greed and longing in their eyes, wishing all the other Foundation-building cultivators would vanish, leaving the bounty for themselves alone.

However, when the head of the Thunder Vein, Lei Linghe, and a red-haired elder entered the hall, all Foundation-building cultivators were instantly filled with despair.

Huomai at the Peak of Foundation Building, Zhou Kunlong!

Twenty-five years ago, he was lax in managing his subordinates and attempted to assassinate an elder of the Sect. For this, the supreme elder sentenced him to contemplate his actions on Siguo Cliff for twenty-five years, and today he finally emerged.

His aura, after enduring the gales of Siguo Cliff for twenty-five years, was even more ferocious and scorching, making others unable to look directly at him.

"Heh heh!"

"No matter how strong you are, what can you do?"

Many Foundation-builders who had grievances with Zhou Kunlong sneered to themselves.

Li Qingyun was present as well. As a disciple of the supreme elder and the future helmsman of the Sect, he had to attend such an event. He glanced at Zhou Kunlong, with a touch of pity thinking,

"Elder Zhou, born at an inopportune time."

This man was indeed a talent, cunning, and had foresight more than thirty years ago about today, and he did everything in his power to seize the opportunity.

Alas, he ultimately missed the chance to kill a threat while it was still budding.

No, perhaps it wasn't a missed opportunity.

Unless he could foresee the future, the moment the Golden Pill elders of the Sect discovered that individual in his youth, his chance was gone; the Second-order top-grade array of Jinlingshan Mountain was not something he could break through silently.

That individual wouldn't possibly leave his quarters before he had the means to protect himself.

A grey-blue Escape Light.

Casually arriving from the outside, nothing unusual about it, even that sharpness sensed years ago had completely vanished.

Even without displaying any magic, he was easily overlooked.

"Mid-stage Foundation Building!"

Zhou Kunlong's eyes brightened as if he saw hope.

A two-stage realm difference!

"Paying respects!"

"Junior Uncle!"

Headed by Lei Linghe, followed by Li Qingyun and the other Foundation-builders, all wore expressions of respect, greeting uniformly and their voices echoed throughout the Sect Main Hall.

'Just twenty-five years, why does this person command such respect?'

'Even my Zhou clan's children are the same!'

Zhou Kunlong was shocked and glared with a chilling gaze at the few of his clan's juniors who had been friendly with him and had received great support from him in the past.

The few Zhou clan juniors felt uneasy and dared not meet his eyes.

Among the many Foundation-building cultivators who bowed in homage, only one stood upright, standing out from the crowd.

A gaze was drawn over and fell upon Zhou Kunlong.

Cold, sharp, blistering.

There was also an indefinable implication, as if engaging in some dangerous contemplation.

"Paying respects, Junior Uncle."

Zhou Kunlong, with reluctance but not daring to show any disrespect in the Sect Main Hall, saluted meticulously.