Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Forty-nine seven-colored plume feathers soared in the sky, occasionally plunging deeply into the sea, shuttling and twisting incessantly, with many droplets of water shattered time and again.

Jin Lingfeng was surrounded by forty-nine colorful ribbons that howled and circled around her, truly like a fairy weaving rainbows, descending from the heavens to the mortal realm.

Yet her little face was scrunched up in frustration.

”Great Sun Swordsman, where are you?”

”Won’t you please come out?”

Below the surface of the sea,

Jiang Ding was completely transparent, with the ripples of water flowing through him. Unbeknownst to Jin Lingfeng and her deadly array of seven-colored feathers, he had already moved over eight hundred meters away and, like the water, continued to distance himself further.

”I told you not to call me the Great Sun Swordsman!”

Jiang Ding cursed inwardly.

These unscrupulous people who give others nicknames, the more you resist, the more excited they get, the more intense they become.

”Sword Intent, seems to pair well with the Art of Small Concealment?”

After muttering his curse, Jiang Ding fell into contemplation.

Sword cultivators pride themselves on condensing vast amounts of mana at a single point, with extremely strong control over their power, to the extent that there is no leakage of Sword Qi except at the tip of the sword.

The Art of Small Concealment, Sword Intent, and the top-grade special Magic Tool reconnaissance camouflage created by the Xianmen Sect, when combined, endowed him with the terrifying ability to evade the Divine Sense of foundation-building cultivators.

Of course,

being able to escape the search of second-order War Commanders was partly due to the fact that some of their armored command vehicles, equipped with second-order Infantry Spirit Radars, were not nearby.

”Come out!”

”Coward!”

Jin Lingfeng flew to and fro in the sky, her forty-nine seven-colored plume feathers stabbing and slicing, diving into the water and then flying out, all without any clue.

After a full twenty minutes.

”Should I...”

The mana inside her had been greatly expended, and hesitation showed on her petite face.

Maintaining a second-order killing array at all times was no easy feat!

If it weren’t for the exceptional quality of her Tool embryo and the fact that it had been nourished by her Nascent Soul since infancy, leading to an unbelievable level of integration, she would completely deplete her mana after just a few minutes of activating the array.

”Little Fengling is going to lose.”

In a cave dwelling from somewhere, where moonlight spilled onto the floor, a woman adorned in palace attire, akin to a fairy from the Moon Palace, spoke calmly.

”This is a good thing, lest she always sees herself as one of those rough cultivators from the Outer Realm, relying on killing arrays for close combat battles, acting like a brazen monkey.”

”Let it go, just let it go!”

”Just for a little while.”

Jin Lingfeng clenched her teeth and temporarily reduced the power of the second-order array, dialing it back to first-order to restore her mana as quickly as possible.

Whoosh!

Amidst the boundless sky, a colossal azure ancient tree burst forth from below, reaching up to the heavens as if to split the sky open, bring doom, destruction, and a terrifyingly bright light that illuminated the entirety of heaven and earth.

”Great Bright Sword Technique”!

Invisible Divine Sense!

”This isn’t good!”

Jin Lingfeng’s face turned pale as she hurriedly tried to reconstruct the second-order array. This wasn’t difficult and only required a split second.

Just as she began the Mana Technique, her eyes were covered in azure hues, and a clean, white hole appeared in her forehead, clear from front to back, as Sword Qi seeped into her brain, eradicating all signs of life.

”That’s the fate of the nickname dog!”

Over eight hundred meters away, Jiang Ding emerged from the sea.

Whoosh!

The Azure Flying Sword joyfully returned to his side, its metallic roots, branches, and leaves expanding, creating a two-meter tall azure and gold tree on the surface of the sea, inhaling the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence from within a few hundred meters.

A shadow of the Great Sun flickered among the shade of the tree.

”It’s grown taller.”

Jiang Ding realized something.

Sword Cultivators must grow through relentless combat; the more brutal the fight, the better, and the closer the strength to their opponent, the better. As long as one survives, the progress will far surpass that of regular, arduous cultivation.

”Jiang Ding is victorious.”

”You’ve achieved the first place in the Cold Weapons subject of the Xianmen Sect College Entrance Exam in the year 11127.”

”Thirty minutes later, the college entrance exam practical assessment will begin, please prepare accordingly.”

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged beneath a tree, entering deep cultivation to recover his greatly depleted Divine Soul.

At home, silence reigned.

”Top Scholar of the Fairy Door?”

Lin Wanqiu’s spirit was in a daze, she said uncertainly.

This was the Top Scholar of the Xianmen Sect!

This was no trivial matter; the future Nascent Soul Monks could very well be born among the various subject top scholars, with incredibly high probability, tens of thousands of times higher than an ordinary person.

A lifespan of one thousand two hundred years, witnessing countless generations of mortals’ lives and deaths.

”Indeed, the Top Scholar of the Xianmen Sect!”

Lin Yong came back to his senses and exclaimed, ”Our family has produced a true dragon. When he was little, how could I not have noticed anything special about the kid? He was just a shy and timid boy.”

”How could there not be?”

The grandmother thought back for a moment.

”When he was three or four years old, he really liked swords. Starting from shiny plastic swords to wooden swords, and finally to metal swords, I never saw him without a sword by his side.”

”Indeed!”

Elder Lin Gang’s expression turned curious as he too remembered.

Xiandu.

”It’s that look in his eyes.”

Immortal Huangmao captured a photo, enlarged it in front of him, ”Look, it’s that kind of crazed sword devotee’s look, exactly like the Great Sun Sword Cultivators. You educators pay attention, such students are restless elements.”

”If I ran into him on the street and he said he had killed hundreds of people, I’d believe him.”

It was the moment when Jiang Ding killed Jin Lingfeng and had a realization.

”That shouldn’t be the case.”

Immortal Dinghai said uncertainly, ”I’ve seen the student’s file, you know. Always silent and composed, law-abiding and orderly. Right, in all the tests, his moral and ideological score has never fallen below 130 points.”

”How much?”

”What did you say it was?”

Immortal Huangmao’s voice rose by a great margin.

This score, in their era, even the best students might not achieve. It had also been proven in historical wars that such high-moral cultivators were very reliable comrades-in-arms.

”I can’t reveal the specific score to the elder.”

Immortal Dinghai shook his head, ”But I can confirm that his moral and ideological scores are very high, he abides by the law, and he’s a good kid.”

”Damn it, has the Central Array Spirit Computer got mixed-up logic, this noisy sword cultivator...”

Immortal Huangmao muttered incessantly.

...

In a wealthy district of Rongcheng City.

Jiang Chaoyang’s face showed a mix of shock, disbelief, excitement, fear, and more, almost all appearing at once, more complex than a capsized jar of condiments.

”What, regretting now?”

Across from him, a languid woman stretched and mocked.

Her complexion was a bit darker and she was shorter in stature, not particularly attractive.

But her aura was that of a late-stage Qi Practicing cultivator, belonging to the absolute upper class in Rongcheng City and easily earning wealth that a common person wouldn’t make in several lifetimes.

”Red, what do you mean by that? How could I possibly.”

Jiang Chaoyang forced a smile.

”Haha! Don’t hide it.”

Li Weihong laughed even more upon hearing this: ”Who do you think you’re fooling? You could be described as a despicable scoundrel, utterly without morals, filthy to the core, the scum of the earth.”

”Fortunately, I’ve always only cared about looks; everything else is irrelevant to me, and I can suppress any situation with ease.”

She came over, gently touched Jiang Chaoyang’s handsome face, and revealed a hint of intoxication, ”I looked at the profile of that top scholar. Guess what? In all the exams, his lowest moral and ideological score was 131 points.”

”What does that mean?”

”It means that as long as I don’t violate the laws of the Xianmen Sect, he won’t actively seek revenge against me. Merely moral condemnation, what of it?”

”Haha, moreover, compared to me, it seems he despises you even more?”

Jiang Chaoyang looked very uncomfortable.