Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding stayed at home all the time.

He went nowhere else every day but cooked meals at home, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lunch was delivered by imitation birds from a delivery service, and they watched television together in the evening.

Of course, it was Lin Wanqiu who watched; he would enter a meditative state to cultivate before long.

Besides that, he visited his grandparents and uncles and aunts, bringing them life-extending items and taking care of their health.

Other times, he was at Jinlingshan Mountain, unfurling the Blue-Gold Tree and absorbing the Great Sun Essence and Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi across a kilometer radius for cultivation.

There was nothing else.

The life of cultivators was monotonously terrifying.

Such a life seemed to have no end, but he was content, feeling his mana grow bit by bit and his magic skills become increasingly proficient; he felt very satisfied in his heart.

So he didn’t find it boring at all.

Time flew by rapidly,

Half a year passed.

”Mom, goodbye.”

At the gate of the residential area, Jiang Ding waved his hand, ”Wait some time. After I break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, I will come to see you again.”

”Don’t speak big words!”

”It’s not that easy for Foundation-building cultivators.”

Lin Wanqiu gave his head a pat and straightened his collar.

She seemed much better than six months ago, at least her smile was more frequent, and she did not show too much sadness at this moment.

Because this was just a normal part of sending a child off to school.

”Okay, sure.”

Jiang Ding nodded, his body floated more than ten meters off the ground, turning into a light blue Escape Light that flew towards the horizon.

”To travel to the Northern Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, to be immortal and ageless—truly like a being out of the Immortals.”

An old man with a full head of gray hair said enviously.

”I wonder if in the next Reincarnation, this old man will have a chance to do the same.”

”His flying speed is so fast,” another neighbor marveled. ”It feels even faster than the Foundation-building cultivators I’ve seen before.”

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After about eight or nine hours, traveling thousands of kilometers by train, Jiang Ding once again returned to Qingfeng University.

With precise timing,

he arrived at the classroom one hour before the Botany class began.

Yes.

After careful consideration, he chose Botany among several elective courses like Alchemy, Talisman studies, Artifact Refining, Botany, and Zoology, following the traditional practice of cultivation and agriculture.

Mainly because other electives were too energy-consuming. For artifact refining, he mostly left it to the professional technicians of Xianmen Sect, at most engraving the core Array Patterns by himself.

Botany was just fine.

Planting Spirit Flowers, Spirit Wheat, and Spirit Rice, etc., didn’t take up much time and would also provide a stable harvest.

And it was very safe.

This was crucial.

For a cultivator with extraordinary talent like himself, nothing was more important than safety; just patiently wait for the accumulation of time, and he would become stronger.

”...But, without mom around, no matter how safe the cultivation life is… at least for now, I cannot accept it,”

Jiang Ding murmured in his heart.

Supreme Forgetfulness, becoming one with the heavenly way, all seemed ridiculous to him.

It meant giving up oneself for the sake of cultivation, losing the essence of the profound freedom and unbounded nature of the Immortal Path.

”Great Sun Swordsman, long time no see!”

”Jiang Ding, did you come back from your vacation?”

Classmates greeted him warmly along the way; he hadn’t seen his classmates with whom he had spent eight years day and night for a long time, and he missed them.

”Yeah, I just got off the train.”

Jiang Ding smiled, with a thought, small bags emerged from his Storage Jade Pendant, flying in all directions.

”Rongcheng City specialties, Rongcheng noodles, everyone, try something new.”

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”Thank you.”

Everyone used Divine Sense to fetch their items and placed them into their Storage Bags.

Even the three people in front of An Tuzi from the Five Elements Heavenly Sect had them.

”What is this?!”

The three immediately became alert, and in an instant, more than a dozen concealed and obvious magic spells were thrown into it to thoroughly check inside and out.

For now, no problem was discovered.

”Thank you, Daoist Jiang, we are undeserving of this generosity.”

An Tuzi then revealed a trace of a friendly smile, thanked him, and stored it in a separate Storage Bag.

”Is it really necessary?”

Jiang Ding was speechless.

Although the Taiqing Flying Sword got excited and trembled incessantly every time it saw him, like it had found a ginseng fruit.

But by the heavens and the earth, he really never had any ill intentions!

An Tuzi didn’t look sideways, kept his gaze on the podium, and didn’t respond to his words.

”You two have a serious conflict in your Daoist journeys.”

An Siyan could barely suppress a laugh.

”Of course, this is a one-sided conflict of the Dao between the representatives of the Great Sun Sword Boys of past generations and the daoist disciples of other sects.”

”Every generation’s Great Sun Sword Boy dreams of killing the daoist disciples of the other eight Immortal Sects, using their fresh blood and top-level Law Intention Divine Souls to sharpen their Sword Intent.”

”They are so fanatically unafraid of death!”

”The successful ones, such as the Great Sun Sword Master from twenty thousand years ago at his peak, were unbeatable across the surrounding Domains.”

”This is a historical legacy issue.”

An Siyan laughed and said,

”It’s only been three thousand years. Their study materials for the daoist disciples might not have been updated in time, so it’s normal for them to be extremely vigilant towards you.”

”Moreover, this is all within the Xianmen Sect.”

An Siyan’s words then turned into a mental transmission via Divine Sense, ”If you’re in the Outer Realm, don’t let anyone track you down. They won’t hesitate to call on their Elders to crush and annihilate every Great Sun Sword Boy, they won’t bother with battles of equals among the finest talents.”

”Advancing in Law Intention does not require battle to the death against peers.”

”I’ve learned my lesson.”

Jiang Ding felt a chill and expressed his gratitude.

Within Xianmen Sect, his own turf, Taoist of the Five Elements indeed appeared somewhat timid, but if it were in the Outer Realm, anyone who underestimated them would immediately understand what the prestige of Taoist of the Five Elements was.

Dong!

The class bell rang, and everyone stood up to salute.

”Hello, Teacher Wei!”

”Hello, students.”

The botany teacher was a woman wearing a palace dress with dark green vine-like hair named Wei Shanggong, a cultivator at the pinnacle of the Golden Pellet Realm, with a fourth-stage understanding in botany.

”Today, we will talk about the planting of the Spiritual Wheat of Five Elements.”

Wei Shanggong’s voice was as clear and melodious as mountain springs, ”This is an important accomplishment developed in collaboration between the Xianmen Sect and the Five Elements Heavenly Sect. The project started a thousand years ago, and the wheat was introduced to the world two hundred years ago, capable of producing different grades of Gold Magical Wheat, Wood Spiritual Wheat, Water Spiritual Wheat, and other varieties of the Spirit Wheat.”

”The Spiritual Power contained in them is mild and nourishing. Long-term consumption can warm and nourish one’s meridians, increasing the rate at which cultivators accumulate Mana. They need to be planted on at least first-order premium Spiritual Veins, and the planting techniques are relatively complex...”

Wei Shanggong’s dark green vine-like hair extended from the back of her head, branching out into dozens of tendrils that shot in all directions, reaching in front of everyone, unfolding into buds.

”High-grade Spiritual Plants for symbiotic planting?”

Jiang Ding pondered, catching the contents of the buds with his Divine Sense—a hundred grains of gold light-shimmering wheat, metal-like grains that still had their husks.

”These are seeds that match everyone’s Mana and physical attributes. Now, we’ll begin to learn the planting spells.”

The sky-filling vines retracted, and Wei Shanggong glanced down.

”Taoist of Five Elements, your Daoist Body is very suitable for the planting of Spiritual Plants. You could consider developing in this area. Even high-level cultivators from the Five Elements Heavenly Sect are very eager for many top-tier Spiritual Plants.”

”Thank you for the guidance, Immortal Gulin.”

An Tuzi stood up and respectfully thanked her.

”This technique is named Spiritual Wheat Cultivation Technique. It is one of the most difficult among first-order spells—any slight mishap could damage the seeds, leading to growth failure...”

Wei Shanggong narrated fluidly, explaining the various principles and details of the spell. Amidst the interplay of Magical Glyphs, seeds of the Spiritual Wheat of Five Elements sprouted from the ground, displaying a brilliance of five colors.