Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

After class,

Jiang Ding and An Siyan carefully carried out two flowerpots each from the classroom.

In one flowerpot was a faint golden glow, with about a dozen sprouts of wheat.

The other flowerpot contained wheat sprouts with both water and fire colors, and there were only four of them.

This was the remaining sprouts of Spirit Wheat that they had under the guidance of their teacher, after their initial success with the Spiritual Wheat Cultivation Technique and after a hundred seeds of Spirit Wheat were decimated by Magic.

Next was to transplant them to their own dormitory.

Jiang Ding’s was pure gold in attribute, while An Siyan’s was water and fire, which related to the cultivation of the ”Canon of Tai Yin and Tai Yang”.

”Hahaha!”

”Master Dao... ah, Sister Dao, I’ve done it!”

”Done it!”

A laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes traveled for miles.

”Who?”

Jiang Ding’s hand twitched, about to draw his sword for some reason, but his Divine Sense and Sword Intent swept over, and he showed a bittersweet expression.

A streak of star-colored Escape Light flew up and down, at times soaring to the sky and at times slamming into the ground, making a ping-pong sound as rocks up to several meters in size were shattered, yet it did nothing to dampen her good mood.

”Jin Lingfeng managed to successfully switch to cultivating the All Heavens Beidou Classic.”

The chubby Ou Daocheng revealed an envious look.

”Congratulations...”

Regardless of whether the others had successfully switched cultivation methods, they all congratulated gracefully.

”Thank you, thank you!”

Jin Lingfeng’s silver hair danced in the air, her tail pointing skyward as she struck a falsely humble posture, reservedly thanking the people around her.

She now had the cultivation base of the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing, but appeared to be on the verge of breaking through to the peak.

”Jiang Ding, my cultivation base has surpassed yours again,” Jin Lingfeng said loftily, ”during the internship in our junior year, the commander position will be mine.”

”Internship?”

Jiang Ding was surprised and turned his head to look at the person next to him.

”At the end of the junior year, many students from Qingfeng University will have succeeded in foundation building,”

An Siyan said softly.

”Foundation-building cultivators are an important part of Xianmen’s combat forces; the school will arrange real combat situations, which might be a small world with low-intensity conflicts, or clearing up a rebellion within a Small World of Xianmen.”

”It marks the beginning of Xianmen students’ entry into real warfare.”

”Xianmen is not an Outer Realm sect, it doesn’t advocate the great opportunities found between life and death, where only those who survive are considered geniuses. Although it’s not explicitly stated, there are sure to be invisible unmanned ships following, so there should be no problem with safety.”

”But we must take it seriously, this is the last time in our life we will have such high-level protection during real combat since Xianmen doesn’t have an abundance of manpower resources.”

”If we don’t study well now, we’ll just be sent to our deaths on the battlefield later.”

An Siyan said seriously.

”Understood.”

Jiang Ding got the message and congratulated Jin Lingfeng. He then gave her some Rongcheng City noodles that he had brought back from his hometown.

...

After several months.

Jinlingshan Mountain.

Within the shade of the Blue-Gold Spirit Trees, a Yang Xu Shadow resided; within a thousand meters around it, the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence converged, while molten lava bubbled beneath the tree.

A youth in blue clothes sat cross-legged above the lava, his aura fluctuating for a while before finally settling down and retracting, approaching nothingness.

”Qi Practicing Level 8.”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and a fleeting pale blue Sword Light vanished in an instant.

Without any surprise, without any bottleneck, and without the need for any Elixir, with the blessing of a Second-Order Top-Grade Spiritual Vein, he had steadily cultivated to this point in nearly a year.

”To reach Qi Practicing Level 9… it will take another three years.”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to sense for a moment before making a judgment.

He reached out his hand, and an envelope with a faint Golden Pill Deterrence flew from not far into his hand.

”…from your junior brother personally…”

”…for eighteen years, our sect has had no Foundation Building Pill, the lineage of foundation-building cultivators has been broken, and we feared the sect would be without successors. Thinking of how the Ancestor Master entrusted the sect to me 257 years ago, Senior Brother endures heartache daily, feeling the weight of failing our Ancestor Master’s nurturing grace…”

”…if junior brother has some spare time, I wonder if you could make a trip to the Nine Heavens Relics?…”

”…no pressure, your safety is the top priority. If you can lend a hand, do so; if not, it’s fine too. Should any danger arise, I’ve set up restrictions that will allow other disciples to cover your retreat…”

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”...If it’s truly inconvenient, Senior Brother may choose someone else to go.”

This was a letter sent from Tianleifeng Peak several days ago.

Purely from the text, there was no coercion -- just earnest words, suggesting that going or not was acceptable either way.

”I will obey Senior Brother’s command.”

Jiang Ding used his Sword Qi to inscribe a few Spiritual Scripts at the blank space at the bottom of the envelope, infused Mana into them, and let them transform into an extremely fast Escape Light that disappeared into the horizon.

Having finished these tasks,

he moved his Divine Sense slightly, pulling a Storage Bag from nearby, turned it inside out, and countless chunks of Second-Order Spiritual Soil poured out from the bag, flying towards different locations within a kilometer range, mixing with the spiritual water from another Storage Bag.

All of these had been prepared as instructed by Liu SanQi.

After more than ten minutes, the Spiritual Soil covered the summit of Jinlingshan Mountain, and what was once a tranquil spot for cultivators’ meditation had instantaneously turned into a farmland for Elder Nong.

”Not bad.”

Jiang Ding was quite satisfied.

He then connected with the Second-Order Top-Grade Golden Light Silver Knife Formation of Jinlingshan Mountain, adjusted the distribution of Spiritual Energy within the mountain, moved minute nodes of Spiritual Energy from other areas, all beneath the chunks of Spiritual Soil, making efficient use of it all.

A year ago, he had already become a Second-Order Formation Master, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to switch to cultivating the ”All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra.”

In the recent years, aside from his cultivation, he had also improved the protective big array and the Second-Order Concealment big array of Jinlingshan to a certain degree.

The effectiveness increased a bit, while ensuring that no matter what, the big array was under his control, without any secret backdoors that others could manipulate.

”Spiritual Wheat Cultivation Technique!”

Jiang Ding performed the Mana Technique, causing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi to fluctuate subtly, a stream of golden light, rich with the life force of the Metal element, appeared in the sky, slowly descending, and merging into a cluster of seeds that weighed several pounds.

After a full five to six minutes, the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi gathered more and more, with threads of golden light enveloping each individual seed.

”Go!”

Jiang Ding pointed with his finger, and the seeds, wrapped in golden light, transformed into thousands of threads flying in all directions, falling into the chunks of Spiritual Soil.

”Gold · Small Rain of Spirits Technique!”

Jiang Ding didn’t stop but continued performing the Mana Technique, gathering the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi with his Divine Sense.

Gradually, a white cloud appeared in the sky, dotted with golden light, and gentle raindrops rich with the mild Metal element’s Spiritual Power began to fall. For many years, the summit of Jinlingshan Mountain that had never changed was now drenched.

The white cloud dispersed.

”It’s done.”

Jiang Ding revealed a look of anticipation: ”In a month at most, I’ll be able to see the mountain full of wheat sprouts. After a year, I will be able to harvest the Spirit Wheat, and even increase the speed of my cultivation a bit.”

”Hmm, I can also give some to Mom, my sister, grandfather, grandmother, and uncle to try - the Spiritual Energy in the Gold Magical Wheat is gentle, and even mortals can consume a small amount to prolong their lives.”

...

”The junior brother still has the Sect at heart.”

”As expected of a Sword Cultivator, always so decisive and efficient!”

On Tianleifeng,

The Cultivator Baimei was invigorated, showing a moved expression.

After hesitating briefly, he called over Li Qingyun who was cultivating in seclusion halfway up the mountain.

”Greetings to my Master!”

Li Qingyun said respectfully.

”My disciple, have you ever heard of the Nine Heavens Relics, the Stairway to Inheritance?”

Cultivator Baimei asked.

”Master, I have not heard of the Stairway to Inheritance.”

Li Qingyun replied with confusion.

”This is the only Nascent Soul Stage... existing within our Sect.” Cultivator Baimei sighed deeply: ”Ancestor Master only made it two steps forward, and the strongest among the past generations of our Sect disciples was a cultivator with a Sky Spiritual Root, who managed three steps.”

”Yet still, he was unable to gain the Nascent Soul inheritance.”

”Just depending on the current Sect’s inheritance alone, reaching the Golden Pill is feasible, but facing the aggressive pressure from Xuetu Hall, it still seems somewhat insufficient... However, the dangers within the Nine Heavens Relics are not few, and one misstep could lead to death.”

”But missing this opportunity, the next...”

”The junior brother isn’t someone who can be ordered around at will, one time is already rare, and once he starts his Foundation Building, there will be no chance at all later.”

”I am indecisive.”

Cultivator Baimei asked: ”My disciple, what are your thoughts?”

”Master, I am willing to go!”

Li Qingyun’s eyes sparkled brightly.

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