Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

After exchanging pleasantries, the atmosphere suddenly warmed up significantly.

The curling tea vapors mingled with discussions of the profound and the mysteries of the Dao, with everyone gaining insight, especially Blood Cloud, whose understanding of magic and cultivation methods was profoundly deep, not confined to the Blood Path.

Even towards Immortal Baimei's Thunder Path and the Yu Family's Wind Path, he actually had quite perceptive insights.

With just a few incisive comments, he would hit the nail on the head, bringing about moments of sudden enlightenment for everyone. After several hours passed, all felt that meeting sooner would have been better.

The Yu father and son, originally harboring clandestine thoughts of betraying their host to the Hei Clan for a substantial reward, now completely abandoned such ideas.

Under a great reputation, there is seldom an unworthy person.

Others, after hundreds of years of trials and tribulations, had not died under the siege of many clans in the Northern Plains. Their mastery in various aspects of the Dao had reached peak levels. The methods of secret communication that they believed to be covert could very well be immediately detected once initiated.

When that happened...

Yu Zhong shuddered secretly.

The Hei Clan were not men of honor; when the ancestors of the Yu Family died with grievances, they certainly could not make the same mistake again.

"Knight leader, may I know who these two distinguished gentlemen by your side are?"

Immortal Baimei asked.

"Haha, I was just about to introduce them to brother Baimei,"

Blood Cloud said as he gestured towards a handsome young man to his left, with semi-translucent skin, "This is my second brother, Li Tu."

"Blood Hand Demon!"

The face of Immortal Baimei changed instantly.

This one was indeed notorious. Compared to Blood Cloud, he seemed to be a typical Blood Dao Cultivator with a cold and eerie demeanor. Judging by his past, he had a great fondness for slaughter, showing no regard for whether he was dealing with Loose Cultivators or family clans, often massacring millions in a city to congeal rivers of blood, which he would then incorporate into his bloody hands.

Along his path, numerous Golden Pill and Foundation Building families and sects had been completely destroyed by him, leaving none alive.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The Blood Hand Demon, Li Tu, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a stiff smile.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The three of them hurriedly stood up to salute, not daring to show any neglect.

"This is my third brother, Tie Xingzhong."

Blood Cloud then indicated a gaunt, elderly man with dark blue skin to his right, appearing as if made from Spiritual Gold.

"Greetings to the Iron Bone Floating Slaughter, fellow Daoist!"

Immortal Baimei and the others were startled once again.

This Tie Xingzhong originated from the collateral lineage of the esteemed Rule Mountain's Iron Family of the Righteous Dao. For reasons unknown, he killed many direct lineage Golden Pill cultivators and tens of thousands of Foundation Building Qi Practitioners of the Iron Family before defecting.

He cultivated the Iron Family's "Steel Bone Nanshan Law", and with his exceptional natural talent, had refined his physical cultivation to the highest degree, earning him the name Iron Bone Floating Slaughter. It was said that ordinary Golden Pill Peak Cultivators' spells and treasures could not injure him in the slightest.

Tie Xingzhong merely nodded slightly, without a word.

It was clear that these two held a considerable amount of pride and did not hold the three of them in high regard, showing no interest in idle chatter.

Immortal Baimei and his companions felt no displeasure at this but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

"Baimei, do you know where the Tushan Sword Cultivator is?"

Blood Hand Demon Li Tu called him by name, bluntly asking.

"Second brother, be more courteous to Immortal Baimei. Our situation today owes much to the help of various fellow Daoists,"

Blood Cloud said with a wry smile.

"I dare not."

Immortal Baimei adapted very well to this; in the world of cultivation, the strong are respected. Knowing himself to be inferior, he acted accordingly and said with cupped hands, "When I came to the Northern Plains, Tushan Daoist was still in his Tushan Immortal City."

"Regarding the matter of the copper drum general..."

Immortal Baimei said apologetically, "It was a long journey at that time, and I was unaware of the situation, please forgive me, fellow Daoist."

Blood Hand Demon gave no indication of agreement or disagreement.

"Cough cough."

"Brother Bai Mei."

Blood Cloud broke the slightly stiff atmosphere and said, "You might not know this, but a friend of mine sent a message from that territory. Divine Crow Immortal once went to Tushan Immortal City."

"Now, there's no such thing as Tushan Immortal City or Hua Xue Palace; only the Hei Clan's Tushan domain exists."

"Immortal of Nascent Soul?"

Immortal Baimei's body shook, and his face turned pale.

The Qiyu Sect was his birthplace and where he grew up, a place he had desperately defended for more than five hundred years, which was essentially the entire concern of his life, his attachment to it extremely deep.

"Brother, rest assured."

Blood Cloud didn't leave any suspense and comforted him, "Zhou Sanyan, as well as your disciple Li Qingyun, managed to escape. The Hei Clan didn't spend too much effort on them."

"Not just that, the Tushan Sword Cultivators and those from Hua Xue managed to flee. Especially the Tushan Sword Cultivator, who managed to escape from Divine Crow Immortal's grasp, is indeed extraordinary."

He expressed admiration.

Blood Hand Demon and Tie Xingzhong also showed a serious demeanor.

Although they were renowned in the Northern Plains and common Golden Pill Peak Cultivators were nothing in their eyes, when facing an Immortal of Nascent Soul, the gap was more than clear to them.

The ability of a Tushan Sword Cultivator to escape from Divine Crow Immortal, whether due to luck or strength, was definitely not ordinary.

"Sanyan and Qingyun escaped?"

Immortal Baimei exclaimed in surprise, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart that had been cold and ashen.

He tended to trust the information from Blood Cloud, who had wide connections; among those friends might be members of the collateral lines of the Shang Clan and the Hei Clan. Relying on the channels of these two mighty families, many things could be known in advance.

"Thank you, Knight Leader, for the information."

Immortal Baimei bowed deeply and took the initiative to say, "You wanted to ask whether the Tushan Sword Cultivator had contacted me, right? I swear on my Dao Heart that I have only a passing acquaintance with him, without any relationship. I have not encountered him in the Northern Plains during this time."

"Should I discover his whereabouts, I will definitely inform the Knight Leader at once."

His posture became even more humble, with a hint of submission.

It was obvious that he was clearly expressing his intent to join the ranks of the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights in pursuit of the Nascent Soul path, with no regrets even in a hundred deaths.

"I trust Brother Bai Mei."

Blood Cloud was overjoyed and helped him to his feet.

"Our search for the Tushan Sword Cultivator is not necessarily for revenge for our ninth brother."

Blood Cloud pondered for a moment, then spoke his true thoughts, "Our ninth brother also made some mistakes, became somewhat arrogant, and I am aware of these facts. As long as the Tushan Sword Cultivator is willing to kneel in front of the graves of my two brothers for three years, wearing mourning clothes, I am willing to become sworn brothers with him, willing to share the same death date, to pursue the Nascent Soul Dao together, forever loyal to each other."

"The Knight Leader is magnanimous beyond measure, we are unworthy."

Immortal Baimei displayed a hint of envy.

This was about being directly considered for inclusion in the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights, to be on equal footing, to share the Nascent Soul Cultivation Method, without having to fight for life as he had, passing various trials to gain it.

As for mourning for three years, he considered it nothing more than a way to pacify the internal faction.

Although it seemed rather humiliating, compared to the path of longevity, it was inconsequential.

As for the reason, it was naturally because of strength.

Being able to escape from the hands of a Nascent Soul Monk was too astounding; such a person was of great use.

In the sky, Jiang Ding silently watched the few people chatting happily.

A hint of killing intent slowly dissipated.

As for the others, perhaps they were passable, but Blood Hand Demon Li Tu's fondness for slaughtering commoners, often resulting in a million deaths to refine Vital Souls in blood rivers, was something that disgusted him immensely, violating his basic moral code.

Normally, upon sight, he would have killed them without hesitation—anyone obstructing him would die.

"Bandits, disorder, anarchy, bloodshed; these were their norm."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, "His mission is not yet over; I cannot kill him. I must wait until he finishes his historical mission of destabilizing the order of the Northern Plains' families; then, such a cultivator, who goes against humanity, can be killed."

Having said that, he no longer paid attention to what the few were discussing secretly and turned to leave.