Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 105 - 98 Poolside Situation_1

A shadowy figure, with the help of a companion, struggled to climb over the courtyard wall.

"Brother, do you think there’ll be food here?"

A grubby little girl asked in a hushed voice from below.

"For sure!"

The boy climbing the wall assured her, "I overheard a manager from the Tianlong Gang a few days ago saying that this place has been rented out for over a month. They only saw someone once at the beginning, the owner must have been gone for a long time, maybe he disappeared like those tough guys on the street."

"Maybe there’s still some millet left inside."

He couldn’t help but swallow saliva, his stomach growling a few times.

After much effort, he finally climbed onto the wall, but before he could clear his vision, he yelped "Mommy!" and came crashing down.

It was a weathered middle-aged swordsman with who knows how long he had been standing there, silently watching his head appear over the wall.

Feeling a sudden lightness, he realized that something caught him from behind, barely missing the ground with his head.

"Hero! Spare my life! I just came to see if your house needed cleaning, nothing else..."

The little boy’s face turned pale as he remembered the rumors from the neighborhood, wanting to say more, but suddenly feeling heavy, his vision blurred, and he saw his sister’s face.

"She’s got nothing to do with this..."

"You’re from that house."

Jiang Ding’s hoarse voice came out as he manipulated the muscles in his throat, a skill he had acquired, and pointed at a house in the distance, "Why do you look as if you’ve been hungry for a long time."

Although the courtyard was secluded, he had surveilled the nearest neighbors with drones and had the most basic intelligence.

For example, the siblings in front of him, whose mother did small business, and whose father mixed with the bottom ranks of gangs, lived a hard life but managed to maintain food and clothing.

The boy’s eyes reddened.

"Shenjian Association has been expanding fiercely in the city recently, my dad’s Tianlong Gang couldn’t stand a chance. People from Shenjian Association burst into our house, killed my father and mother, and stole all the valuables."

"I was so hungry I couldn’t take it, please Great Hero, have mercy and let us siblings off the hook!"

He looked about eight or nine years old, but spoke smoothly and logically like an adult.

Jiang Ding fell silent.

At that age, he was still in elementary school, and his daily routine consisted of fighting with Jiang Yuan over the remote control.

"Join me for a meal."

He slowly walked towards the nearest restaurant.

The little boy was startled, then excited, and grabbed his sister’s hand to follow behind.

"Thank you, noble hero, thank you!"

Tianlong Restaurant.

It was one of the main properties of the Tianlong Gang in this district; many people with a bit of spare money liked to dine here, and lots of Jianghu folks liked to gather here as well.

"Where did these two little beggars come from!"

The attentive waiter spotted the siblings who were cowering in the crowd, not daring to get too close, and scolded loudly.

Just as he was about to physically remove them, a pitch-black sword scabbard appeared on his chest without warning. His body stiffened, eerily unable to move an inch.

"They are my guests."

A middle-aged swordsman in his forties, his face weather-beaten, said hoarsely as the sword scabbard moved away from the waiter’s chest.

The waiter immediately regained his composure, a cold sweat trickling down, "Hero, I failed to recognize your esteemed self, please forgive my ignorance."

The surrounding Jianghu folk saw this maneuver and regarded the middle-aged swordsman with added wariness.

Jiang Ding ignored everyone else, settled down by a window, and ordered a cup of clear tea for himself.

The little boy sat down uneasily with his sister, eyes darting around, not quite accustomed to the place.

"What would you like to eat?"

Jiang Ding asked softly. He didn’t eat food from this otherworldly place, so the meal would be for them.

"We love everything! Sir, our lives are cheap, we like whatever there is to eat!"

The little boy quickly said.

Jiang Ding called over a waiter and ordered a table of small dishes, both meat and vegetarian, without wasting anything, and also packed two bags of meat pies.

He symbolically touched a dish of pig’s head meat with his chopsticks. When the siblings could no longer resist wolfing down their food, he placed his chopsticks on the table and gazed out the window at the street.

"The Shenjian Association has sent someone again. Tianlong Gang’s leader Duan Kun was injured on the street yesterday, and more than a dozen people died. I think by tomorrow, the Tianlong Gang will become a subhall of the Shenjian Association."

"Duan Kun should have submitted."

"It’s good if he did, it’s just a matter of paying more tribute."

After three rounds of drinks, many patrons couldn’t help but complain.

"It’s all because of that ’Ten Flower Sword Fairy’. Being a high-ranking Xiantian, couldn’t she have just killed whoever murdered her son and called it a day? The prefect of Chizhong Mansion, the heads of various major powers, they’re all dead. When will this infighting between factions ever end?"

"Shh, after all, she’s a Xiantian powerhouse, not even the royal family dares..."

"What does it matter if she’s Xiantian? If things keep going like this, I may not live to see another day. I’m not afraid!"

Some veterans of the Jianghu sighed deeply.

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"She’s completely lost her mind."

"A few days ago, word came from Yuejing that the ’Ten Flower Sword Fairy’ broke into the imperial palace at night, attempting to assassinate Princess Qinghechang and failed, escaping seriously wounded. Not even a Xiantian enshrined by the royal family could hold her back."

"Not only that, she has also stormed into Qingniugong and Prajna Temple, trying to persuade the two Masters to thoroughly investigate the organization behind the assassination of ’Young Lord Bai Hua’ Wan You, the Qingyi Building. Both attempts failed. If it weren’t for the presence of a Master at each of these holy places, she might have turned hostile!"

"Actually, she has done a good thing; those corrupt officials deserved to die, she was just too impatient... which unfortunately turned it into a bad thing."

Then a swordsman with a scarred face said.

"I heard that the Zhendong Marquis, with the help of the Wolf God Cult, has already occupied Dongzhou, Yanzhou, Wuzhou, and Qingzhou, and is preparing his troops. If Chizhou keeps being this chaotic, I think we might as well just hand it over to the Zhendong Marquis."

"Why don’t we all join the army? In the future, we can become lords and have our legacy passed on for generations. Isn’t that better than living day to day, constantly fighting in the Jianghu?"

Everyone turned to look at the scarred swordsman.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it; he must be a spy for the Zhendong Marquis.

"So that’s why you folks from the Shenjian Association have suddenly become so bold; you’ve thrown in with the Zhendong Marquis!"

Several people from the Jianghu sneered, seemingly having narrowly escaped from Dongling City.

"Thrown in with the Zhendong Marquis, only for my whole family to be thrown in jail and executed? Even more than twenty of the Dragon and Phoenix List’s talents have been killed by that dog Tang Wang. Who would dare join?"

"A stray dog speaking of loyalty! If that’s the case, where do all the substantial military commanders in the Marquis’s army come from?"

The scarred swordsman smirked, as if he admitted it.

The other Jianghu people looked at him warily and kept silent.

If Chizhong Mansion were to fall and they didn’t want to flee their homes, they might have to join this Shenjian Association to protect their families.

Jiang Ding looked at the scenery outside the window, his expression suddenly changing.

Through an unobstructed view, he saw squadrons of red-armored cavalry entering the city in orderly columns, sword and spear gleaming, wearing thick armor, and in large numbers.

They escorted important figures into the Prefect’s Mansion and swiftly took over the defense forces in various parts of the city, sealing the gates.

After securing the city defenses, without a moment’s delay, and with the assistance of unknown martial artists, a large force of elite soldiers headed in several directions.

"After such a long period of chaos, has the imperial court finally come?"

Jiang Ding guessed.

Chizhou is the gateway to Yuejing. If they don’t want the Zhendong Marquis to march all the way to the Yuejing City Gates, they must hold Chizhou, especially the vital Iron Dragon Pass between Chizhou and Dongzhou.

Perhaps these elite troops from the court had rushed over upon hearing of the Zhendong Marquis’s rebellion, just in time to encounter the turmoil sparked by Xiantian Wan Qianyu.

Regardless, the chaotic situation in Chizhou was about to calm down.

After the siblings had finished eating, Jiang Ding escorted them back home. He did not attempt to hide his tracks; this was to somewhat deter the neighbors and prevent them from being robbed.

He also gave them a small bag of copper coins for future food purchases.

There was some risk to this, but considering the boy’s resourcefulness, he should be able to manage.

Jiang Ding silently thought; he needed to leave this place.