[{"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-4":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},2342015,4578,"Chapter 4: Missile Control Artifact","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>Jiang Ding noticed that among the missile swarm, three missiles glowed especially brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They flew in a triangular formation, now to the left, now to the right, sometimes suddenly accelerating past hundreds of missiles to scout, sometimes slowing down to fly side by side with the others, blending in until no special traits could be seen from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than half a second later, the scene vanished; the sky was empty, and the only sound was the children’s loud crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! In the distance, a blinding flash appeared—even visible in daylight—and seconds later, a deafening roar arrived, drowning out the crying, followed by a scorching gust of wind rushing past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...A mere Qi Refining ninth-layer brat! I have roamed for over two hundred years...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint voice drifted through the wind—so soft, so subtle, lost among the breeze, utterly negligible unless one paid close attention; Jiang Ding, in his special state, caught fragments of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice carried immense emotional power, brimming with furious resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, nothing more could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cultivation technique is vast and profound; though it appears merely a sword art, it encompasses all things—lingering principles of language and talismanic formulas, mathematical and physical principles of arrays and array texts, biological structures of human bones, muscles, and the internal meridians and flesh of spiritual beasts and demons—all are contained within it; the better one masters the related disciplines, the deeper one’s understanding of the sword art becomes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This novel is originally published; please visit the official site to read it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Ding, have you washed your sword?” Jiang Yuan shouted. “When you practice, you get dust and sweat on it—you can swallow it, but I can’t!” “Relax, today I used the school’s practice sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following his spiritual sense, he finally found it beneath the bus stop sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white bird flapped its wings and flew toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding! 25.4 yuan! Jiang Ding ignored her flailing arms and added a little more money, ordered two takeout meals, and warned: “If you keep acting this way, I’ll report you to Mom and take away your grocery privileges—she won’t let her son stay malnourished forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s called the Missile Control Artifact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you find the helmet bulky, the seller also included a pair of invisible glasses that can interface with communication modules and drone camera feeds—though they offer zero protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had picked it up at the bus stop three days ago—not by accident. At the time, still at school, his soul had trembled, suddenly sensing something profoundly important, bloodily connected, appearing somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s hesitation, Jiang Ding opened the drawer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For such a heavenly opportunity, Jiang Ding’s first reaction was disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take the risk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Jiang, your takeout has arrived. Please sign for it. Ling Shan Fang thanks for your patronage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brilliant flash of sword light appeared, flickering three times, then flickering three times again, before returning to the scabbard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it was her money—when it came to Jiang Ding’s money, she spent it generously and freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main purpose of the Cold Weapon elective is to cultivate one’s disposition and understand the combat methods of external enemies of the Immortal Sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little thing is like a Pixiu—she has an obsessive compulsion to hoard money; she’s never spent over ten yuan on anything in her life, not even for Xiao Fei Xianzi figurines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the elevator, he opened the door to see a plump, round-faced little girl intensely watching TV, not even turning her head: “Jiang Ding, I bought the groceries. They’re in the kitchen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad contacted me today—just asked if I was studying well and if I was healthy... Should I reply?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding’s face remained expressionless. He pulled out his phone and dialed 110: “Perfect, I’ll report him. What’s his name?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two stared at each other for a full three minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding, face resting on his knees, jolted awake, rubbed his eyes, wiped away drool, and stumbled off the bus half-asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding felt reassured, muttering to himself: “Even if there’s a problem, it’s one that can fool a Soul Transformation cultivator. Such high-level games shouldn’t erupt within a hundred years—that would be too undignified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were also four rotary-wing drones, flying at two thousand meters, equipped with HD cameras and micro-sensing radar, capable of clearly observing human and animal movements within five kilometers on the ground; if the opponent didn’t conceal their aura, they could even roughly sense their cultivation level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um... Jiang Ding...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jiang Ding still staring into the distance, the driver casually said: “You can enchant these missiles with acceleration, flight, concealment, and sharpness spells. A Qi Refining ninth-layer cultivator can attach himself to them and still pose a threat to Foundation Establishment cultivators.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding spread out the tomato, now sliced into seven even, uniform pieces, nodded in satisfaction, then sighed: “Still need to cut it in half before cooking—this isn’t something a Body Refinement cultivator can do with one sword stroke; it violates basic mechanical principles... If I had true qi, it’d be easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding pinched the broken sword tip between two fingers—it felt warm and soft as jade, not like metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moral Education: 137 points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be a fragment of a magic treasure?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the kitchen, Jiang Ding stared at the lonely three eggs and one tomato inside the plastic bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for visiting Ling Shan Fang. We hope to see you again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus was much emptier now; Jiang Ding slipped into a seat beside the driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Produced by Lu Ban Military Technology Co., made of bulletproof material, capable of reshaping to fit the human form, able to withstand two close-range pistol shots at maximum strength, and equally resistant to a full-force strike from a Qi Circulation cultivator wielding a sharp weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Yuan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The panicked crowd gradually calmed. Many, still shaken, used their phones to confirm relatives’ safety, choosing to walk instead of ride—but most passengers returned, as walking was too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his Chinese and math scores were bottom of the class, his sword art was surprisingly strong—even better than the internal qi cultivators in his class. According to his teacher, with a few more years of effort, he might even touch the threshold of understanding “Yi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The air raid siren stopped so quickly—probably the interdimensional cultivator’s been killed. But how many civilians died...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a child, the Canghai True Person nearly got possessed when an enemy infiltrated the Immortal Sect’s confidential department and stole its secrets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the honking, the stalled traffic slowly resumed flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan’s face fell. She turned away: “Fine, I admit it—I used this money and my savings to buy Xiao Fei Xianzi figurines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was young, Jiang Ding cried every day for his father—but as he grew older, he rarely mentioned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These items cost him all his New Year’s red envelopes since childhood, plus the money his mother gave him for martial supplements after he entered senior high—totaling just over twenty thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding stood up, opened the window, pulled a delivery slip from the bird’s belly, wrote his name on it, slipped it back in, and took the takeout bag from its claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding glanced at the conflicted Jiang Yuan, then closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, his father—raised alongside his mother since childhood—must have cheated after Jiang Yuan’s birth, secretly fathering a child older than Jiang Ding. “I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan, since entering junior high, had become rude—she was so adorable in elementary school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited a long while, but nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he’d made up his mind, Jiang Ding wasted no time. He picked up a half-person-tall cardboard box, took his ID and medical card, and checked into a hotel across from the First Municipal Hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan fumed, but ultimately had to give in, scanning the QR code to transfer the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spherical, like a glass basketball, toxin-proof, capable of self-sustaining oxygen for one hour, able to withstand multiple full-force strikes from a Qi Circulation peak cultivator without damage, and capable of connecting to drone feeds, communication modules, and receiving superior orders—it’s one of the standard pieces of equipment for Immortal Sect infantry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to mid- and high-level cultivators, mortals are far too fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding’s father divorced his mother shortly after Jiang Yuan was born; since then, his mother had brought them both to live in her own house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, over eight hundred years ago, an interdimensional Nascent Soul cultivator lost his Nascent Soul and body in battle, escaping with only a fragment of his soul, disguising himself as an old man and hiding within the then Qi Refining cultivator Canghai True Person’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After eating, washing the dishes, and finishing today’s homework with Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yuan went out to play with friends, while Jiang Ding returned to his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rongcheng First Municipal Hospital, the best public hospital in Rongcheng, has extensive experience treating knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and poison—so long as the head isn’t instantly crushed, even severed limbs or a ruptured heart can be saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson-red broken sword tip appeared before him—two fingers long, tiny, its jagged edge as if violently torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Rongcheng Array Spirit Computer is a fragment-spirit of the Central Array Spirit Computer, its database linked to the main body—its perception is nearly equal to that of a Soul Transformation True Person; if there’s even a hint of anomaly, it will detect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Ding!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ding did not immediately cross over—he opened the cardboard box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fulin Jiayuan is a twenty-year-old aging residential complex, purchased by Jiang Ding’s maternal grandparents in their youth. It has seven floors—due to air defense safety regulations, buildings without array protection are generally limited to seven floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fulin Jiayuan, next stop, Baizi...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A camouflage uniform, including shoes and a pair of transparent tactical gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any interdimensional cultivator invasion causes massive civilian casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever you like. Just don’t tell Mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using student medical insurance, the cost isn’t too burdensome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver took a long detour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how skilled your sword art, a single burst from an assault rifle will drop you. If you think the firepower’s insufficient, just bring out a machine gun and sweep the area—Qi Refining cultivators must temporarily retreat and hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock-knock-knock! On the seventh-floor window, a white bird the size of a palm tapped the glass with its beak—once heavy, twice light—its claws gripping a beige bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan was still staring at her Xiao Fei Xianzi; Jiang Ding sat on the sofa, eyes closed, the black scabbard resting across his knees, silently contemplating the “Young Eagle Soaring Sword Art.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding’s heart leapt—he called his mother and sister. Fortunately, both were far from the area and unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother often worked overtime; because the school was near the market, Jiang Yuan handled daily grocery shopping—this kid was extremely untrustworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding did not open his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding shook his head, switched his phone to payment code, placed it before her, and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need to worry about losing someone—except in private spaces like bathrooms or homes, most public areas are under surveillance by the Rongcheng Array Spirit Computer, which is one reason interdimensional cultivator invasions were swiftly resolved in the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a perfectly ordinary dish of scrambled eggs with tomato appeared on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding rose and went to the kitchen, washed the last tomato, placed it on the cutting board, and placed his hand on the sword hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasted no time—he went straight to the municipal library, where the Rongcheng Array Spirit Computer was stationed, and used his once-a-year student privilege to undergo a full-body health scan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results showed no abnormalities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding only saw what appeared to be a pile of ruins there, with red mixed in—nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air raid siren fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Fei Xianzi, we’re the best friends...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad it was useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Um...” Jiang Yuan’s eyes darted around nervously: “I ran into a school bully—he took most of my grocery money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding blocked the TV: “Even theft has limits—you think we’re birds now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, through uncles and other relatives, he’d pieced together guesses about why his parents divorced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he touched the broken tip, an instinct surged—he knew this fragment was named 【Red...】; as soon as he spoke its name, it could transport its host to another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tactical panoramic helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides, this is just my wild guess—there’s almost no chance some great immortal would bother scheming against a mediocre like me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t call me by name.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Speak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armed to the teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he bought a pile of common medicines—cold pills, Yunnan Baiyao, and others—and in his chest pocket lay the Heaven-Protecting Lifesaving Pill his mother had spent half a year’s salary to buy when he was a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding gritted his teeth, touched the tip of the broken sword, and in an instant the world spun wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2174,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9419ff8f81796e648df1464c010a921d842ef8b12098781d944788816ddaa76b","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-5","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-3",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]