Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 608 - 608 593 The Legacy of the Great Sun Sword Sect

608: Chapter 593 The Legacy of the Great Sun Sword Sect 608: Chapter 593 The Legacy of the Great Sun Sword Sect “What do you want to do for you?”

“Nothing much, just two things.”

Jiang Ding slowly said, “First, as the price for your proactive attack, I want your Great Sun Sword Sect’s inheritance.

Any problem with that?”

The Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, its extrapolation and developnt are expected to continue for three thousand seven hundred years.

This was terrifying, almost equivalent to the duration of two feudal societies on Lanying Planet.

By the ti he awoke from his slumber, he feared that An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, various teachers, and friends would all be dead, leaving no one he knew in the world, utterly alone.

“There is a problem.”

The Scorching Sun Swordsman’s expression suddenly turned icy cold.

“Your Excellency, only Golden Pellet Realm cultivation thods exist in my mind; beyond those, the core thods are subject to Spirit Soul Restrictions that not even Nascent Soul Monks can extract.”

He wasn’t surprised that a sword cultivator was coveting the sect’s cultivation thods, but he couldn’t help the surge of murderous intent in his heart, which he scarcely bothered to conceal.

Bowing and scraping were for survival.

If it truly involved the foundation of his Dao Heart, and there was no room for compromise, a sword cultivator wouldn’t fear death.

“That’s fine.”

Jiang Ding gripped the sword hilt.

Despite his calm deanor, he instantly suppressed the furiously murderous and ice-cold Scorching Sun Swordsman, who resembled a clawing and biting lion cub with no intimidating power at all.

“Then, give whatever you can give.”

“Additionally, I need so information about the Great Sun Sword Sect, Righteous-Demon Alliance, and Great Sun Dharma Sect, everything you possess.”

Jiang Ding spoke again.

Indeed, capturing the Scorching Sun Swordsman and using a Divinity Transformation grade Soul Searching Talisman, it wasn’t impossible to extract the inheritance within his Sea of Consciousness.

The core inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Sect, which employed the strongest and strictest defenses, would also be futile against insufficient foundation.

However, that would be a losing deal.

Just as the Scorching Sun Swordsman had said himself, his mind contained only Golden Pellet Realm inheritances, which didn’t involve Nascent Soul techniques and were of little value to him at present, not worth such an extre asure.

Another point was that the Great Sun Sword Sect couldn’t be entirely equated with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

Politics, favoring so and opposing others, is about unifying the majority.

Both factions only shared the sa inheritance and were not the sa people; they hadn’t caused countless debts of blood against the Xiann Sect, thus there was a possibility of unity.

Before a complete fallout, it wouldn’t be advisable to use overly aggressive tactics.

“Lord Tushan, naturally that can be done.”

The Scorching Sun Swordsman’s head shrank back as he reverted to his obsequious, flattering deanor.

As a sword child of the sect, such actions would earn him punishnt, but as it didn’t touch the essentials, he naturally wouldn’t defend it with his life.

He took out a blank jade slip and swiftly input various cultivation thods, secret techniques, secrets, and more from his mind into it.

After so monts, he respectfully presented it.

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept over it.

So of the cultivation thods and techniques he already had, recorded in the Xiann Library, had simply been localized and modified, along with the current situation in the Northern Plains, many famous Nascent Soul Monks, and more.

With his cultivation in Immortal Path and Sword Dao, he didn’t find any flaws or deliberate alteration of thods.

He confird once more that the Great Sun Sword Sect had indeed received an inheritance from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

“Is your internal situation unstable?”

Jiang Ding was sowhat surprised when he saw the report on the situation in the Northern Plains.

“Lord Tushan, it is not so.”

“It’s just so routine conflicts between the Master-Disciple Faction and the Clan Faction, a bit of struggle between the two, but this is normal within a sect.

A sect without factions would be odd indeed.”

The Scorching Sun Swordsman cupped his hands, dismissive of Jiang Ding’s remark: “In recent years, so uncle-masters have been dissatisfied with the division of benefits.

After fighting a few tis and losing so people, one can clearly understand their place.

The chaos will soon pass.”

“Perhaps it is as you say.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

The Master-Disciple Faction naturally consists of the original Nascent Soul Monks of the Great Sun Sword Sect, including the line of Immortal Jianyang and Scorching Sun Swordsman.

The Clan Faction, on the other hand, comprises the Golden Pill Peak Cultivators from the Northern Plains who broke through to beco Nascent Soul Sword Dao experts, and their numbers are not small.

The Northern Plains is quite a special place.

Ten thousand years ago, Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch, an invincible figure in the realm, permanently changed the ecology of this region.

After ten thousand years, a unique culture and customs have ford, which cultivators identify with.

That is, the cultivators’ longing for family, for the continuation of their bloodline through countless generations.

The Loose Cultivator powerhouses, the collateral Nascent Soul Monks who obtained opportunities—they might despise and hate the twenty-eight clans of the Northern Plains, but that doesn’t an they don’t want to have their own families and pass down the glory of their family nas through the ages.

There’s no helping it, they spent the first half of their lives in a place where the family atmosphere is thick; their outlook on life and values have been shaped and are not easily changed.

Besides, this is not just a matter of ideology.

Humans inherently have the instinct to form small circles, to band together and compete for resources.

The Clan Faction and the Master-Disciple Faction are rely bonds forged among Nascent Soul Monks within the Great Sun Sword Sect to vie for benefits.

Although the Great Sun Sword Sect is strong, with its fourth-grade spiritual land, fourth-grade Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, as well as many rare elixirs and sword refining materials and special inheritances, it still doesn’t have infinite resources.

Who should have more and who should have less, each has their own reasons.

Especially when the strongest of the Sect, Immortal Jianyang, is heavily wounded and has closed off for healing, not dealing with external matters for the ti being, turmoil within the Sect is unending.

It seems that the Great Sun Dharma Sect is also like this.

Their Nascent Soul Monks are even more nurous, and their internal relations are complex and chaotic, mixed with the intrigue of regular and magic alliance families, covertly forming alliances with new families, through inducents, trade, and so forth, striving to tear apart the internal strife of the Great Sun Dharma Sect in response to the various troubles the Great Sun Dharma Sect has fostered within the regular and magic alliances.

“The second matter, I need your help to break into the Ancestor Temple of the Falling Void Sect.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently, “Once this is done, I will set you free and no longer hold your direct attack against .”

“Fellow Daoist, what do you think?”

“I dare not disobey!”

Scorching Sun Swordsman was overjoyed and bowed deeply in a salute.

A Sword Cultivator, once he truly promises sothing, it’s not a certainty, but at least there’s a ninety-five percent chance that he will keep his word, else his Dao Heart will experience so turbulence.

He considered that his own value should not have diminished that much.

“Let’s go.”

Jiang Ding pointed his toe and flew towards the sky, his figure disappearing from sight.

Scorching Sun Swordsman was startled and hurriedly followed, flying towards a position that appeared within his Sea of Consciousness.

Within the Divine Sense, no trace of any Cultivator could be found.

From the worry about death, he beca sowhat sober, with enough energy to pay attention to other things, only to realize that this person seed to hide himself from start to finish, without necessity, hardly anyone could see where he was, let alone plot against him.

“How can such a sneaky rat… possess such terrifying Sword Intent?”

“Won’t his Sword Heart be affected?”

Scorching Sun Swordsman was puzzled, but dared not ask.

After traveling over a thousand li, he stopped and looked into the distance.

Within the chaotic clouds shaped by the Eight Trigrams, more than three hundred Golden Pill Monks were intensively practicing the Formation thod.

“Scorching Sun Swordsman?”

Seeing him appear, the crowd was not surprised.

Many sighed softly, extinguishing other thoughts in their hearts.

The Golden Pill Monks at the Li position silently made way for the central node of the Leaving Array.

“I’ve seen my fellow Daoists.”

Scorching Sun Swordsman understood, clasped his hands together, and with a flash of fiery red Sword-light, he rged into the center of the Leaving Array, causing the energy of the Eight Trigrams Breaking Banned Formation to soar once again.