Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding opened his eyes once more, and all he saw was a vast expanse of white, void of any distinction between sky and ground.

Only a few large characters were visible.

[32:27 until the exam]

He didn’t rush, inspecting his body carefully.

There seemed to be nothing amiss, exactly like his own body in reality, down to the smallest detail like a spot on his hand and a slightly shorter strand of hair, even his clothes were the same, and the talisman sword in his embrace had also successfully come through.

He moved around, finding no difference from reality; it was just that the surroundings were too monotonous.

Jiang Ding simply closed his eyes to rest and continued to nourish the Governor Vessel and other channels throughout his body with inner energy, feeling distinctly aware of his body and noting that cultivation was indeed effective here.

[10:00 until the exam, please enter the examination room.]

Before Jiang Ding could contemplate how to enter the examination room, the world suddenly spun around him, countless vistas changing, leaving his head so painfully dizzy he felt like vomiting blood.

Amid the blurriness, he glimpsed an image of an island.

Hua Bing had mentioned this simulated the long-distance teleportation process, a step to be expected when heading to the Outer Realm for military service in the future.

”Damn! My head hurts!”

”Ugh!”

Many people landed, and several students who hadn’t yet advanced to the Internal Qi Realm immediately threw up, the vomit appearing incredibly real and with a strong odor.

Jiang Ding’s body was also a bit unstable, but he tightly grasped the talisman sword inside his sleeve and rapidly stabilized the turbulent qi and blood within his body with his inner energy, then quickly surveyed his surroundings.

There were many people, over ninety from No.1 High School’s senior year, and over three hundred and seventy from No.7 High School’s senior year.

Among them, Hua Bing, Gongsun Ling, and other Qi Practitioners numbered around forty from No.1 High School, while from the twelve classes at No.7 High School, there were only around twenty Qi Practitioners, not even enough for two per class on average, with their cultivation bases also being weaker, mostly at the Second or Third Level of Qi Practicing.

However, just as Hua Bing had said, one person’s aura was exceptionally strong—a tall and resolute-faced young man.

Li Tie, Qi Practicing Level 8!

Dual Spiritual Roots!

If it were purely about talent for cultivation, he should be Rongcheng City’s top scholar this year.

The Qi Practitioners recovered swiftly, with waves of Divine Sense scanning the area, causing multiple waves of goosebumps on Jiang Ding, who possessed a high mastery of the Art of Small Concealment, to arise, along with an inexplicable sensation.

Suddenly, Jiang Ding’s expression shifted subtly as he looked towards a direction he didn’t know why he had previously overlooked.

Cultivators!

One hundred neatly lined up cultivators at the Qi Practicing Realm, all dressed in grey robes with patterns of rippling waves embroidered on the left chest, almost all of them at the Middle-Stage of Qi Practicing, with ten at the Late-stage Qi Practicing.

Jiang Ding felt a warning in his heart and clutched his talisman sword tightly.

For some reason, despite also being Qi Practitioners, he could tell at a glance that these cultivators were entirely different from Xianmen cultivators, perhaps due to their temperament, or perhaps due to their gaze, which viewed these mortals as no more than ants.

”Canghai Minor World Cloud Sect’s Inner Disciples, the trial cultivators, greet the Xianmen envoys!”

Ten cultivators in the later stages of Qi refining, among them four at Qi Practicing Level 8, and six at the Seventh Level, led one hundred cultivators as they kowtowed to the many Xianmen examinees, respectfully performing a grand salute.

Many students were taken aback and stepped back a few paces, confused.

This drew some disdainful gazes, which were quickly retracted.

Ding!

The familiar mechanical voice of the Array Spirit.

”After the cold weapons subject exam, the practical combat assessment will commence.”

”In the practical combat assessment, it is necessary to select trial cultivators from the Inner Disciples of the Canghai Minor World Cloud Sect to participate, with five teams of cultivators each from No.1 and No.7 High Schools needing to gain approval from the other party. However, the Taoist Soldiers must join any one of the factions!”

”It is forbidden to divulge the information that no one dies in the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm. Violators will receive zero points in the practical combat exam and will be expelled from the examination room before they can utter the words!”

”After the exam concludes, scores will be given for the Cloud Sect disciples based on obedience, combat ability, cooperation, and other aspects.”

Hua Bing and a few others, who had seen much of the world, quickly consulted with each other and joined forces with Gongsun Ling from the second class and Ding Qi from the third class to set up a temporary command center.

The former was at the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing, while the latter two were still at the Sixth Layer of Qi Practicing, therefore Hua Bing assumed the role of the main officer.

On the other side, Li Tie from No.7 High School naturally became the commanding officer with his Qi Practicing Level 8, followed by two Qi Practitioners at the Fifth Level of Qi Practicing, who were hurrying over.

Not being familiar with each other, after exchanging greetings, Li Tie took the lead in the interaction.

It couldn’t be helped, his cultivation base was higher.

”Greetings to all cultivators from the Liyun Sect.”

Li Tie said in a gentle tone. Coming from a foundation building clan, his experience was not something ordinary people could compare with, and he handled the situation with ease.

”We are about to engage in a martial competition, perhaps our fellow cultivators would like to wait a moment?”

”We will respect the orders of the Xianmen messengers!”

The ten Liyun Sect cultivators in the late stages of Qi practicing showed a hint of joy and responded respectfully.

Concerning their own lives, they naturally wanted to observe a bit more, to make better decisions.

While they were negotiating, the students from No.7 High School and No.1 High School separated from each other and gathered, warily watching the people on the other side.

Without even using the Art of Small Concealment to sense, Jiang Ding could easily feel a thick wave of hostility, and quickly located the source.

A youth with a slightly dark complexion and broad forehead was sneering at him, making a throat-slitting gesture that prompted laughter from his fellow Inner Qi Realm friends.

Jiang Jinxian!

Jiang Ding’s face remained expressionless, as he continued to observe these martial artists, feeling a shock in his heart.

So many Inner Qi Realm fighters!

With three classes in the senior year at No.1 High School, including the breakthroughs in the past few months, there were just over twenty people in the Inner Qi Realm, averaging about seven per class.

No.7 High School,

Over a hundred Inner Qi Realm martial artists, five times the number!

Among the top tier were Jiang Jinxian and a few others, who were at the Large Circle of Vital Energy, a small realm higher than him, and had already completed a large portion of the tempering and nurturing of their 108,000 meridians, their Inner Energy immense and profound.

Furthermore, compared to the gentle disposition of the Inner Qi Realm martial artists from class one, their aggression and offensiveness were much stronger.

Due to faculty strength and school tradition, many Rongcheng City youths with martial talent preferred to enroll in No.7 High School, making the strong even stronger. Among peers, seldom could any from No.1 High School beat those from No.7 High School.

”Hiss~”

Li Junhao drew a sharp breath after checking out the other side, ”One against five, my God, I can’t beat a single one!”

”It’s one against twelve; their Body Refining Realm classmates are also many,”

Jiang Ding joked.

Li Junhao’s face grew even more bitter.

”The cold-weapon exam is about to begin, please prepare,”

The sky blurred, projecting a world filled with yellow sand against the vast sky, with sandstorms reaching dozens of meters high attacking from time to time.

”Random location—Fenghao Desert.”

”Contestant 1246782, Li Junhao, please enter the field. Contestant 1572092, Zhou Zhong, please enter the field.”

After the first announcement, Li Junhao’s face paled as a white light enveloped him, slowly disappearing, and it was the same for someone on the No.7 High School side.

In the sky over the howling Fenghao Desert, the figures of two people appeared, about ten meters apart.

Zhou Zhong from No.7 High School wielded a heavy long-handled ax. As soon as Li Junhao appeared, without even looking, he started running towards the distance, attempting to escape.

”Haha!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, dragging the long-handled ax behind him and striding forward. It didn’t take long before he caught up, bringing the ax down swiftly and decisively.

”Wait! We can talk...”

Li Junhao, holding a short sword in his hand, rolled to the ground, narrowly avoiding the long-handled ax, only to feel a strong gust on his left side and excruciating pain in his waist, his vision darkened, losing consciousness.