[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals":3,"chapter-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Cluster Artillery: Shattering the Immortals",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2342021,4578,"Chapter 10: Hundred-Step Flying Sword","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>Crackling sounds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wood chips exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Caiyu opened her eyes; the firelight warmed her soaked body slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A youth in blue robes sat cross-legged beside the fire, his long sword slung at his waist, a wooden stick skewering a fish held over the flames, turning it occasionally; fat dripped to the ground, the golden flesh sizzling as fragrance spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gulp…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Caiyu blushed, about to speak, when the grilled fish was placed before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No salt, no seasoning—this is all I could manage. The taste should still be edible,” Jiang Ding said coolly; he had some confidence in his cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Caiyu hesitated: “Young master, please wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rose and walked toward the river, keeping a distance of at least a thousand meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Song Family’s Hundred-Step Flying Sword, Blood-Refined Hundred-Step Flying Sword, Cangxu Small Realm Spirit-Infused Hundred-Step Flying Sword, Fire-Refined Hundred-Step Flying Sword…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This % novel {first; release}, > Please ! go : to {read}!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Probably useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drew his sword; cold light flashed in the kitchen. He took another cloth, dampened it, and meticulously cleaned the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you have so much inner strength to spare?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was young, Lin Yuanwang, tall and strong, bullied him often; worse, the boy had excellent martial talent—he reached the Primordial Realm by the end of high school, and Jiang Ding truly couldn’t beat him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A thousand years ago, when our Founder was alive, we were the largest sect in Yue State.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding—a square box popped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding switched away from the drone’s view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That girl meant well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master need not worry,” Gong Caiyu smoothed the sorrow from her face, smiling calmly: “Wei Tu Nan is old. I will eventually destroy his sect and slaughter his clan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even my sister never disliked me this much! Gong Caiyu bit into the fish meat—it was golden and crisp, leaving fragrance on her lips and teeth. Perhaps because she was so hungry, it tasted even better than the signature dish at Manxiang Pavilion in Dongling City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible! This is mine!” Jiang Yuan shouted: “If you don’t give it to me, when Uncle and Auntie come, I’ll tell Uncle you’re bullying me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Jiang Ding replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example, this region of Dongling Prefecture is guarded by the Tang family of Zhendong Marquis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to historical records in our sect’s library, bloodline clans that reject outsiders, after centuries of wealth and decay, likely retain little strength—but one can never predict when a genius might emerge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Golden Knife Sect?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan jumped up on the spot, agreeing eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, young master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All knowledge in the Immortal Sect is shared; only one’s own talent and aptitude are limiting—there is never a divine art or supreme technique beyond reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went to the kitchen, fetched chopsticks, flipped through the book page by page, dropping two rodent pellets onto each page; after over half an hour, Jiang Ding finally confirmed the book had no issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dingding, slice the potatoes and carrots into strips, and add some chopped scallions,” Lin Wanyu said as Jiang Ding entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undressed, washed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, my dear brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I really want it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, Jiang Ding didn’t want to do this—he knew his sword was clean; any blood or sweat that touched it was always shaken off, making this extra step unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hastily carved a wooden box, used the sword to lift the ancient book inside, then sealed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! Brother! Did you buy this for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s yours, but you’re responsible for feeding it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan was, as usual, watching cartoons; unexpectedly, his mother Lin Wanyu was also busy in the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinkled some rodent pellets, then dropped the two hamsters inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The martial artist’s Hundred-Step Flying Sword cultivation is dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on her lifelong experience, Jiang Ding had never shown interest in goldfish or turtles—only sword-cultivation tutoring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opened it—the ancient book given by Gong Caiyu, its material unusual, said to be a thousand years old, yet showing no sign of decay, still readable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I was young, I took a hermit as my master and have had no contact with the outside world. Miss Gong, would you be willing to tell me something about it, so I won’t unknowingly offend someone and die in the martial world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of something, turned on his room’s computer, logged into the Immortal Sect Library, and searched for “Hundred-Step Flying Sword martial artists.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding felt slightly relieved—he even saw one hamster lick the book cover; nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put down his backpack, dragged a rough wooden box from under his bed; a faint, clean scent of raw wood spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His empty stomach finally felt full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Immortal Sect, he was still an underage child about to enter university.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, returned the ancient book to the drawer, picked up the hamster cage and rodent pellets, and stepped out, handing them to Jiang Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding fell silent; the girl looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, yet she had already endured her father’s murder, her mother’s abduction, and the annihilation of her entire sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding ignored her and turned to help in the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your life-saving grace cannot be repaid. This ancestral text, the Divine Thunder Hundred-Step Flying Sword, though unmastered since our Founder a thousand years ago, may still offer some insight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How strong is the imperial court?” Jiang Ding pondered a moment, then asked. Jiang Ding thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding exhaled, opened the parcel of transparent gloves he’d ordered yesterday, and slipped them on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re merely the top twenty-five martial artists under twenty-five, ranked by Tianji Tower,” Gong Caiyu smiled bitterly: “Empty titles—even the number one on the Dragon-Feng List can’t match seasoned Primordial experts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Squeak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two hamsters scrambled in panic, blocked by stacks of books forming a small wall; after a while, they finally began eating the pellets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, rest assured,” she said with determined resolve: “Even if I’m captured, I’ll kill myself immediately—I won’t let the Golden Knife Sect drag you into this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his idea from yesterday: in another world, he’d inevitably encounter foreign substances—a pair of thin, breathable, nearly invisible transparent gloves would be perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Yuanwang were here too,” Jiang Yuan grumbled: “I’d make Yuanwang beat you up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A row of low-security, online-accessible information appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jiang Ding expected, the Immortal Sect Library contained everything—even knowledge of mortals wielding flying swords, though bizarre and obscure, had been extensively collected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw her again, she was a pale-skinned girl in a white gown, floating like a fairy, her black hair glossy and falling to her waist; though the gown was torn, it remained spotless, free of any stain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Caiyu carefully took the wooden handle untouched by Jiang Ding, then used her inner strength to sever every part he had touched, scraping off a thin layer of fish meat as well, before placing it back near the fire to warm slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must learn the characters of that world—but never casually study cultivation methods unverified by the Immortal Sect Library; it’s dangerous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s why—I heard you’re ranked ninety-eighth on the Dragon-Feng List, known as the Snow-Flight Immortal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After school, Jiang Ding retrieved his parcel, carrying home a small cage with two hamsters and a packet of rodent pellets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan glanced over accidentally, then bounced over excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t dare disturb you further—I’m taking my leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drone monitored the surroundings; after Gong Caiyu left, all fell quiet, and no black-clad figures returned. Jiang Ding resumed his specimen-hunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Lin Wanyu and Jiang Yuan didn’t think so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding instantly understood why Lin Wanyu had left work early and was busy in the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Uncle has to believe me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding refused to give up, closed the box, clicked on “Cangxu Small Realm Spirit-Infused Hundred-Step Flying Sword”—ding—the box reappeared, its contents identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Caiyu’s face paled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The knowledge you are accessing is dangerous. Minors are prohibited from viewing it. To access again, please obtain authorization from your guardian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding: “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding felt a pang of envy and walked toward his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clicked open “The Song Family’s Hundred-Step Flying Sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding handed her a bamboo tube filled with water, its surface charred; after she scraped off the touched portions, drank it, and meticulously washed her lips and hands by the river, then tidied her hair slightly, he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding lightly touched the hilt; Primordial corresponds to Qi Refining in cultivation. Theoretically, a Primordial martial artist could exchange blows several times with a Qi Refining cultivator of the same level—as long as distance wasn’t allowed to open, they could still be effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Lin Yong teaches at Rongcheng Seventh Primary School; his income doesn’t match Lin Wanyu’s, but he has more free time. Cousin Lin Yuanwang is even the family’s star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she seemed weaker now—he could probably kill her instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding gently stroked the six unfamiliar square characters on the cover, his heart fluttering slightly, then pressed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—at least not an acute poison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried again; every single “Hundred-Step Flying Sword” technique had the same restriction—not one of the hundreds or thousands was exempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inner strength? Still this much left?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient book felt thick and solid, seemingly made of some kind of hide, with a faint scent of aged parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the danger, its power was mediocre—seemed miraculous, but a single heavy machine gun could easily shatter it from a thousand steps away; for Immortal Sect members, it wasn’t worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The final eight heroes were champions from independent cultivators and small sects; their strength wasn’t inferior to the leaders of the Six Great Sects—only they couldn’t ensure generational succession.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rose; her white gown swept from the ground to unfurl as the bound ancient book flew backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mournful voice drifted far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was little force behind it, and no strange object flew out—this person likely meant no harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Caiyu spoke slowly, each word dripping with hatred: “The master of the Golden Knife Gate, the Golden Knife Ancestor Wei Tunan, has achieved Xiantian for decades and is famed throughout the Jianghu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. The Tianji Tower deliberately obscures intelligence on the current dynasty’s experts, but they’re probably not weak,” Gong Caiyu said. “Centuries ago, the founding emperor of Yue and his Twelve Heavenly Cloud Generals swept through the Jianghu, overthrowing the previous dynasty’s imperial family. His twelve beloved generals became the Twelve Great Clans, suppressing regions across the land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding gently drew his sword and used its flat surface to intercept the flying ancient text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed the entrance exam for Qianling University’s Daoist Studies Department last year!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Jianghu, people don’t bother with such formalities; she took small bites, yet in no time the entire fish was reduced to bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the Yue Kingdom’s Jianghu, there are the Three Sects, Six Schools, and Eight Heroes,” Gong Caiyu explained. “For centuries, the Three Sects—Qingniu Palace, Wolf God Sect, and Banruo Temple—each possess supreme arts, standing atop the Jianghu. Each generation has produced Xiantian Masters to uphold their foundations. Below them are the Six Schools, each generation also producing Xiantian experts without interruption—just like the Golden Knife Gate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This isn’t mere rumor or fringe learning; since it’s been archived in the Immortal Sect’s library, it means these cultivation methods are theoretically cultivable, capable of reaching their intended goals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Divine Thunder Hundred-Step Flying Sword—can a martial artist wield a flying sword?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword-Extending Posture! Arm-Sword Posture! Pointing Sword Posture!…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordlight flashed; carrots and white radishes flew through the air, then fell in slices, white radish threads stacked neatly, scallion bits scattered down, forming a small mound the size of a fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanqiu stopped, staring at her kitchen now filled with flickering swordlight, utterly exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1978,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","aa6acc21675a8bfe1a001c27d107bf8d9a521db45dbfb97087135f407ff5703b","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-11","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-9",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]