[{"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-105":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},2342116,4578,"Chapter 105: Jin Dao Men","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-105",105,"\u003Cp>This was a small mountain over forty kilometers from Yuejing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what this mountain was called before; since the Jin Dao Men became one of the six great sects over a hundred years ago, it had been called Jin Dao Mountain, and its former name was long forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forty kilometers away, Jiang Ding found a large tree and hid beneath its shade, leaving not a trace—even the chirping of birds and insects remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drone’s camera view rapidly zoomed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a series of buildings stretched from the mountain’s base to its peak—green-tiled roofs, blue bricks, wooden and stone huts, thatched cottages—all together forming a small town, inhabited entirely by people connected to the Jin Dao Men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very summit stood an imposing Ancestral Hall, perpetually wreathed in incense smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the summit down to the mid-slope lay the residential quarters for inner-disciples and sect elders, along with the Transmission Hall, Novice Hall, and Scripture Library.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding meticulously mapped the terrain onto his microcomputer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old man, openly radiating a powerful life fluctuation, appeared atop a massive boulder at the summit, gripping a colossal golden blade; each movement unleashed golden blade energy stretching over three meters, his wind-charged aura scattering fallen leaves ten meters away, terrifying in its presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Primordial Martialist, “Golden Blade Patriarch” Wei Tu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the Long Feng List, there were no Heaven or Earth Rankings; martial artists only knew the Golden Blade Patriarch was strong—stronger than ordinary Primordial Martialists—but no one knew his exact power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides the Golden Blade Patriarch, there were many Inner Qi martial artists; over forty were visible in the drone’s view, seven of whom had reached Inner Qi Perfection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strongest among these Inner Qi Perfection martial artists was a teenager—physically robust, wild and untamed in demeanor, his back bearing a massive blade similar to the Golden Blade Patriarch’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Feng List Rank Seven, “Rending Sea Blade” Wei Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had personally destroyed the Qi Xuan Men and seized its treasured Heaven-Sound Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond this, the sect maintained strict guards at every post, hidden sentries scattered across the land, even extending near the gates of Yuejing; should any large army move, the sect would know instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This strength is negligible—only their numbers are considerable…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding took a slow breath, a faint aura of killing intent spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I might need a plan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze sharpened, fixing on the side of the Ancestral Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black-robed figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though visible to the naked eye, the drone’s thermal sensors detected nothing—no marker appeared. None of the passing Jin Dao Men elders noticed the black-robed man, though he stood mere steps away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Familiar… damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding’s expression changed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you the man who went to Marquis Hou’s mansion? A suspected Qi Refining peak existence?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-robed man sat cross-legged beside the Ancestral Hall, before him a blood pool spanning several zhang in diameter, its waves undulating; within it floated a blood blade the size of an arm, rising and sinking unpredictably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He periodically opened his eyes, casting forth a stream of talismanic seals, injecting several clots of blood—collected from unknown sources—darkening the pool’s crimson waves with each addition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he drew a mineral from the Jin Dao Men’s storage and hurled it into the pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood pool possessed fierce corrosive properties; within a few breaths, it melted the mineral, discarding most of it, leaving only the purest essence absorbed into the blood blade’s nascent form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how terrifying the pool’s spectacle, the Jin Dao Men never glanced its way—even when minerals or herbs vanished from storage, they acted as if they noticed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding’s brow furrowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If only I could bring a tank and a classmate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face flickered with uncertainty: “My anti-materiel sniper rifle could kill him too—bullets infused with anti-magic and concealment spells wouldn’t be detected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The only problem is, it belongs to the school—I can’t take it back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could I enter during the school’s field training? No—teachers and classmates would see. The training rooms have no ammunition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget that for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding took a deep breath, scanning the drone’s feed again and again—still no trace of the Heaven-Sound Stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intelligence from Gong Caiyu and well-connected figures in Dongling Prefecture, the Heaven-Sound Stone stood one zhang tall and wide, unbreakably hard; Wei Xian had used several carts lashed together, pulled by exotic steeds, with Inner Qi martial artists as drivers, just barely managing to haul it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heaven-Sound Stone aids in martial comprehension; possible storage locations were limited: the Ancestral Hall, the storage depot, the Scripture Library, the Transmission Hall, and the residences of key figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If none of these…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of malice crossed Jiang Ding’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I reach Qi Refining, even if I have to deploy a tank, I’ll scour every inch of Yue Country to find it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I still can’t find it, I’ll summon the Immortal Sect’s full force to destroy every cultivation sect in the region, smash every storage bag I can find, and claim my Taiqing Divine Iron!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, technical issues remain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rusty sword tip could only carry one person in and out of the other world; he once tested it with a mouse—it died upon arrival. He could only bring living things back from the other world to the Immortal Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Immortal Sect… likely couldn’t solve this, as their technology hadn’t yet reached the point of instantaneous travel between two worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposing himself without cause would awaken the greed of high-level cultivators, yet failing to satisfy them would be extremely dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even under the omnipresent surveillance of the Central Array Spirit Computer, even a Soul Transformation cultivator couldn’t act openly—but they could openly assign him to the deadliest battlefields, pressuring him into giving them what they wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he still couldn’t deliver, they’d gladly settle for a corpse they could study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t overestimate human nature in the face of immense profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>History has seen multiple large-scale civil wars sparked by high-level Immortal Sect cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leave one drone to continuously monitor Jin Dao Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding flickered his steps, donning a disguise mask of a dull-faced middle-aged man, his clothes turning into an unremarkable gray, and entered Yuejing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword, of course, could not be sheathed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without his sword, his combat power would drop by half; he merely dyed the scabbard gray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed the city gate guards as usual—their vigor and spirit were decent, not as pathetic as the troops of Chizhou Prefecture, not as disciplined as the troops of Zhendong Marquis, but passable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a little inquiry, he headed toward the Tianji Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tianji Tower’s primary business included intelligence trading; it had branches in Dongling Prefecture too, but he’d always been wary of such mysterious organizations and avoided contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked along the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the capital of a nation, it was naturally bustling—five-story wooden buildings lined the roads; passersby carried an air of vitality unlike ordinary folk, and martial artists were numerous; one often spotted an Inner Qi martial artist, while those who had merely practiced crude body-refining arts were everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nation’s elite gathered here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a capable ruler emerged here, uniting the interests of all factions and raising his banner, he could recruit a hundred thousand elite soldiers in an instant and sweep the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a sixteen-story tower rose before him, towering above all else, visible from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A servant had posted the latest Long Feng List, drawing a large crowd of martial artists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tianji Tower’s main branch differed from others: the Long Feng List updated every seven days, deliberately stoking chaos, fearing that fame- and profit-seeking martial artists wouldn’t fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding glanced at it—he’d risen in rank, having defeated “Ten Flower Sword Immortal” Wan Qianyu to reach second place—but he didn’t care, walking straight inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guest, are you seeking martial arts intelligence, faction intelligence, divine weapon intelligence, personal intelligence, or the recently popular secret cave of Qi Xuan the Elder?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered, a graceful maid greeted him with a sweet smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding was slightly surprised—the Tianji Tower categorized intelligence with such precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Faction intelligence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please ascend to the seventh floor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid’s eyes brightened and led the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing through room after room, climbing six staircases, all rooms along the way were sealed, designed with special acoustics—no sound escaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid stopped at Room Yi-3 and ushered Jiang Ding inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1408,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","64a30949e6b02a43cc164ef057ca28c809fb317138bedc83cfba22ae49ba5e58","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-106","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-104",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]