Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”Go Dingding, you can do it!”

”Brother, you can do it!”

At the school gate, Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan clenched their fists, cheering enthusiastically.

”Alright.”

Jiang Ding smiled, checked his stationery, and walked into the school.

All around, a similar scene unfolded, with parents, no matter how busy with their jobs, having taken the day off to personally send their children and impart earnest instructions.

This was a crucial step from the mundane to the divine!

The Xianmen College Entrance Exam!

With some achievements, both one’s own fate and the family’s destiny would undergo a tremendous transformation.

In the sky, Air-Space warplanes streaked across with white trails, making it obvious that the city’s defense level had increased more than one grade; if an invasion occurred again by the cultivators of the Xuanwu tiangong, they would be annihilated instantly.

”Good luck!”

”Success is like a horse at your command! May you encounter good fortune with each question!”

”If there are difficult questions, skip them and do the easy ones first!”

In front of the academic building, the homeroom teacher Guo Kui and the math teacher Wang Lan, along with other veteran teachers, held up a wooden sign, waving it in their hands, which looked a bit funny.

However, the passing students were very serious, walking by with grave expressions.

Jiang Ding took his seat in the examination room.

The first subject was Chinese literature.

He placed his stationery on the desk, checked everything again, and closed his eyes to rest his spirit.

”Ding dong ding dong!”

”There are ten minutes remaining before the exam, please enter the examination room.”

”Examiners, please distribute the test papers.”

”Candidates, please begin answering the questions.”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, wrote his name, ID number, examination registration number, and then began to answer the questions.

The tip of his pen flowed with characters, mostly involving principles of Cultivation Methods and Spiritual Script, neither too fast nor too slow, trying to be as clear and coherent as possible, with clear handwriting.

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High above Xiandu.

A massive Air-Space Mothership hovered, its presence faintly connected with the Air-Space Battleships stationed above every province and city of the Xianmen, spreading a terrific military Formation Method’s fluctuations in all directions, invisibly.

The Minister of Education’s flagship, the Dinghai Zhenyuan!

Within the control room, a refined elder sat upright.

All around, monitors the size of Rubik’s cubes blanketed the space, with numbers reaching tens of thousands, putting every Xianmen College Entrance Exam classroom under the supervision of Divine Sense.

Besides, the Central Array Spirit Computer would assist in supervision, making the difficulty of cheating unimaginably high.

”Hey! The little guys taking the College Entrance Exam now are just like us back in the day!”

In front of Immortal Dinghai, a blond youth with earrings, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, reclined with his legs crossed in a carefree manner, lean to the point of emaciation, his complexion as pale as a ghost.”

”Senior Sun Extinguisher.”

Immortal Dinghai said helplessly, ”What brings you here after coming out of seclusion instead of going back to your Cultivation to recover?”

”How dare you mention that!”

”The nerve!”

”Bah!”

Upon hearing this, the blond youth became furious, spitting as he reproached, pointing directly at his nose and scolding, ”Three thousand years ago, I made tremendous contributions during the battle against Great Sun Sword Pavilion, suffering serious injuries that sent me into a deep slumber, all to slow down the depletion of my Life Energy and to heal my wounds over time.”

”I was hoping that, after three thousand years, once my injuries were healed, the impoverished Xianmen would have at least one Divine Transformation Opportunity accumulated. Having healed, I’d then attempt to break through to Divinity Transformation. If it didn’t work, I’d accept death.”

”But to my surprise, all you incompetents haven’t even managed to accumulate a single Divine Transformation Opportunity over such a long period!”

”I got excited over nothing!”

”Even if I wanted to go back to sleep, it’s not possible now. A Nascent Soul Monk’s Life Energy is twelve hundred years. How much Life Energy do I have left??!”

”Ahh!”

”Uh... ”

Immortal Dinghai, Zhang Zhen, flushed with embarrassment, trembling under the furious pressure from a figure at the Peak of Nascent Soul, dared not say much.

This was a fierce Senior known for participating in the annihilation of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, with countless Nascent Soul lives under his belt and numerous Divinity Transformation families slaughtered; angering him could lead to a thrashing, and no one would intervene.

”Uh, actually... ”

Zhang Zhen whispered, ”We had accumulated a few opportunities before, but they were claimed by those ranked ahead of you for their merits.”

”You still dare to say that?!!”

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”Yes, yes, yes!”

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Zhang Zhen hastily shut up.

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Chinese language, mathematics, moral education, science comprehensive, arts comprehensive, and so on were tested sequentially over three days, with a full score for the martial artist achieved in heavy machine gun shooting.

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All in all,

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Jiang Ding felt that his performance was very stable, without any mistakes.

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The fourth day.

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Cold weapon and practical combat assessment.

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Along with many other candidates, Jiang Ding sank into the equipment chamber and, under the supervision of a Golden Pill Monk from the Ministry of Education, logged into the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm.

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This segment was live-streamed to the entire Xianmen Sect; anyone could watch the candidates they cared about on the internet.

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”You are in the period of the College Entrance Exam, automatically logging into the education network special area - cold weapon assessment.”

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Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

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He found himself in a vast azure sea, with waves surging unpredictably, and a few rocks emerging and hiding in the waves not far away.

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Glancing briefly around him, Jiang Ding generated a thin film of Inner Qi under his feet, walking steadily to a rock and sitting down.

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Xiantian True Qi pushed away the waves, and the ground was exceptionally dry, his robe unaffected by moisture.

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Nor did he need to worry about consuming True Qi, which would automatically recharge in a breath.

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”The terrain could be better.”

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Jiang Ding’s eyes slightly closed as he fell into a state of cultivation.

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Hum!

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The Azure Flying Sword hummed, seeming excited, wanting to come out for some air.

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Ever since it acquired a fraction of Sword Intent, its spirit had grown stronger, elusive within a kilometer, capable of assassination without a trace.

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Of course,

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this wasn’t to say that it had developed its own consciousness; it merely reflected a facet of Jiang Ding’s personality.

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”Go ahead.”

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Jiang Ding shook his head and let it leave.

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In any case, the sword would definitely be needed for the test; beating up martial artists every day was pointless.

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Swoosh!

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A streak of Azure Sword-light flew from the cuff of his sleeve, excitedly soaring into the sky, diving into the sea, devouring both Great Sun Essence and Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a few hundred meters radius like an azure sun, dazzlingly brilliant.

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The nearby sky looked much dimmer in comparison.

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After playing for quite some time, it grew bored and flew to a rock beside Jiang Ding. Countless azure metallic filaments sprang forth, with the sword’s tip transforming into dense roots that deeply penetrated the rock and waves, while the hilt turned into a trunk with branches and leaves that fluttered in the wind.

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The pleasant sounds of the Fengling and the waves reverberated everywhere.

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At home,

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Lin Wanqiu called her brother’s family and grandparents together to sit in front of the television.

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Lin Yong and his wife, both teachers, were on school holiday and happily agreed as they had no other engagements.

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Even Jiang Yuan invited several of her close girlfriends over.

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”Mom!”

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Jiang Yuan suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the television, ”Look, a Flying Sword! And what is that tree beside Jiang Ding?”

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”Don’t call your brother by his name directly!”

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Lin Wanqiu scolded her, before turning her gaze to the TV screen, only to be taken aback.

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In the sea,

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an elegant youth in blue clothes sat cross-legged, eyes closed in cultivation, beside him a two-meter-tall, seven-to-eight-meter-wide Azure metallic tree shimmered brilliantly, with a Shadow of the Great Sun drifting uncertainly within the shade of the tree.

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Anyone who saw it would spontaneously feel that ’even a Sword Immortal would scarcely be more ethereal,’ so elusive and distant, as if about to vanish in the next moment.

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Did I really give birth to this person??!

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”When did Jiang Ding have a Flying Sword? Isn’t he a martial artist?”

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Lin Yong, looking more closely, voiced his surprise.

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He picked up the remote to replay the scene, using ten times slow motion, and indeed noticed an Azure Flying Sword flying out from Jiang Ding’s sleeve and landing in the sea, turning into a small tree.

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”It’s true! Jiang Ding has a Flying Sword, and it can turn into a little tree!”

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”He didn’t even tell me!”

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Jiang Yuan was even more excited.

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