Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 519 - 504 Mu Tiansnow Says She is Kind and Innocent

"You're very kind?"

Brandishing his sword, just as Jiang Ding was about to strike her dead, his movements halted, and he looked at her curiously.

"Yes, I am very kind!"

Mu Tiansnow felt invigorated as she asserted decisively, "Though I was raised in the Diabolism family of Hua Xue Yu, I've been pure and kind from a young age, fond of little birds, rabbits, and deer, never bearing to see them hurt."

"Whenever I came across lost animals, I would heal them and then release them back into the forest."

"Of course, I would occasionally kill a person."

Noticing the strange look in Jiang Ding's eyes, she laughed awkwardly, "But these people are all from the Yu family, the Du Jiang, the Bai Gui; even those from the younger generation of Qiyu Sect, who claim to be of the Righteous Dao but are, in fact, filthy inside."

"They all wanted to kill me and abduct me to become a furnace cauldron, I had no choice."

"I'm innocent!"

"Perhaps."

Jiang Ding shook his head, neither affirming nor denying.

Many things and grudges in the Cultivation world are difficult to make clear; the Qiyu Sect's territory was also taken by the Qiyu Ancestor after eradicating the original Sect and seizing it.

But there is one thing,

The Qiyu Sect does not use humans as Cultivation materials.

The reason he listened to her for so long was that as a formidable enemy since childhood, he gave her some respect.

As people grow older, they tend to feel a certain fondness for what is familiar, hoping to retain more memories. As a result, they become more tolerant outwardly.

"Brother Jiang..."

Mu Tiansnow's heart trembled, sensing something.

"Use a different title."

Jiang Ding interrupted her.

"Jiang Ding!"

Mu Tiansnow said, somewhat exasperated, "I'm truly innocent, I only kill enemies. There are so many enemies that I can't even kill them all. I've never slaughtered a city or recklessly killed ordinary people."

To others, this would be laughable.

Since when do Cultivators distinguish between good and evil?

However, she had carefully studied her opponent, and the man before her seemed to possess strong moral beliefs and treated ordinary people exceedingly well, hardly ever oppressing the weak.

Sword Cultivators are also known to be stubborn.

Therefore, she was convinced this could work!

"I'm telling the truth!"

"I have a Sky Spiritual Root and the Blood Spirit Holy Body, my comprehension is exceptional, it's just that I was born at the wrong time. I truly possess the bearing of an elite, extremely useful!"

Mu Tiansnow frantically piled on her own value, and noticing that the other party was still unmoved, with a faint sign of making a move, she felt increasingly fearful.

"Look, it's all true!"

She steeled her heart, stepped forward slightly, and tilted her head, full of flowing hair, down in front of the young man.

"I'll release my Divine Soul, go ahead and search my soul!"

"I'm so beautiful, with such good talents, it would really be a pity if I died!"

Mu Tiansnow emphasized once again.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, you're so generous?"

Jiang Ding was somewhat surprised and smiled, but he wasn't afraid of any traps within her Divine Soul, and he placed his hand directly on her soft, delicate forehead.

This was, after all, what he intended to do.

For this reason, in such a destitute situation, he still delayed the refining of his Flying Sword and spent his last resources to buy a Nascent Soul Stage Soul Searching Talisman to ensure that Mu Tiansnow hadn't done anything with the Law-Breaking Steel Fragment that might have caught the attention of the Great Sun Sect in the past hundred years or so.

Her forehead felt smooth and soft to the touch, unwittingly stirring something within him.

Jiang Ding frowned and cut off these confused instincts that arose.

His Divine Sense surged into Mu Tiansnow's Sea of Consciousness, meticulously examining her memories from childhood, downloading them into his own Divine Soul as if watching a film.

Born into the Hua Xue Yu family but not bearing the surname Yu, she was raised by her grandfather, a Golden Pill Cultivator of the previous generation from Hua Xue Palace, often ostracized by other Yu family descendants; the cruel indifference of Diabolism Golden Pill Cultivators, the indifferent and ruthless internal struggles for survival within the family, and after coming of age, her killing Hua Xuezi…

Scenes of life, one after another, unfolded slowly before him, portraying the existence of a supreme sorcerer from the diabolism sect.

Jiang Ding skimmed through these quickly, meticulously searching for memories from the past hundred years or so since his own appearance.

There were the encounters and slaughters in obtaining inheritance within the Nine Heavens Relics, the years spent lying in wait atop Jindaoshan Mountain, and the initial doubts that crept in upon hearing of the deaths of Peacock Demon King and False Dan Cultivator Zhou Kunlong...

And then, there was that fleeting glance, at the silvery-white bullet fragment that one would completely forget after some time.

'No more surprises.'

'That's good.'

Jiang Ding removed his hand from her smooth forehead, deep in thought and silent.

The Blood Spirit Holy Body, extraordinary and unmatched.

Her cultivation in the Blood Path improved by leaps and bounds every day, her aptitude terrifying, and she possessed the ability to create avatars, with the capability to split into nine, each heading in different directions, unconstrained by distance.

Should the main body perish, the foremost avatar would automatically take over, the Divine Soul undergoing metamorphosis, becoming the main body.

Where the other eight blood avatars were, in what places, what their strengths or identities were, Mu Tiansnow had no clue—she had severed all related memories many years ago.

This was a terrifying aptitude comparable to the Five Elements Reincarnation Body!

Her ability to survive was frighteningly resilient.

Even the preceding Patriarch of Xuetu Hall from Hua Xue, a typical figure of diabolism, cold and ruthless, could not bear to let such a granddaughter with peerless talent die. By default, she was allowed to take control of Hua Xue Yu using the Mu family name.

The only flaw lay in her inheritance; it was merely of magic-level techniques, which did not widen the gap with Qiyu Sect. Immortal Baimei managed to narrowly catch up to the same level of power with the inherited treasure, the Seven Feather Tablet, thus leading to a stalemate that nearly lasted a hundred years.

After cultivating the classics-grade practice methods from the Nine Heavens Relics, this shortcoming was also masked.

Had it not been for the constraints of the Clean Spirit Daoist Pact, she would have already possessed the power to annihilate Qiyu Sect.

In terms of personal qualities,

indeed, most of her actions against enemies involved cultivation through their blood, rarely slaughtering the innocent.

In this world of cultivators, there is no lack of enemies, both from within one's own sect and from outside—so long as one is not yet invincible, there are always opponents to face.

"Jiang Ding, how goes it?"

Mu Tiansnow looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "Can you let me go? I can help you with things. We are both considered elites, and in the future, we might both qualify to be Nascent Soul monks."

Jiang Ding pondered once more.

After a while,

he shook his head.

He touched his glabella, pulling out a deep blue Flying Sword from within.

"Why?"

Mu Tiansnow, somewhat desperate and infuriated, asked, "I'm so beautiful, with such high talent, and I'm also so kind-hearted and pure, having never killed the innocent. Why must you still kill me?"

"This should align perfectly with your Dao Heart."

"Fellow Daoist, this is my belief,"

Jiang Ding said, his face expressionless, speaking calmly.

"Everyone who wishes to kill me."

"Must die."

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword was unsheathed, its light illuminating fifty kilometers.

"Despicable, shameless!"

Mu Tiansnow, without uttering another word, started Burning Essence Blood, her body disintegrating as she turned to flee.

In all directions, tiny girls wearing black dresses, no larger than a palm, each carrying a Blood Knife as tall as a person, burned their entire Essence Blood, their speeds faintly surpassing the boundary of Golden Pill Peak, reaching the threshold of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Each little figure had the same aura, relying on the Blood Spirit Holy Body, making it impossible for even Nascent Soul Monks to distinguish between them.

Then, they all stiffened simultaneously, standing rigid and confused.

From the center of their foreheads,

a line of blood appeared.

The deep blue Destruction Sword Qi burst forth from within, turning all the fleeing little figures into a shower of white ashes that fell like snowflakes, scattering in the wind.