Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The Divine Tree of Heaven’s lush branches and leaves whizzed by behind them.

Three hundred and sixty Air-Space Warplanes flew in formation in the middle layer of the atmosphere, diving down, passing through the stratosphere, and returning to the troposphere.

The temperature gradually rose again, and the oxygen in the air returned to normal levels, where one could survive without the need for a protective shield.

”Fellow students from Qingfeng University and Beidou University, it was a pleasure working together, goodbye.”

In the travel division’s communication channel, students from Mulan University and other universities, as well as Hua Bing and others who had been temporarily transferred, waved their hands in the cockpit.

Four Air-Space Camps disengaged from the army formation, climbed again, returned to the stratosphere, and flew towards different directions of the Xianmen Sect.

”Goodbye, everyone. I look forward to seeing you next time.”

Students like Jin Lingfeng and Liu Mei waved their hands, feeling a bit reluctant; after three years of living and fighting together, everyone had developed a deep bond.

Two hundred and four Air-Space Warplanes continued to shuttle under the Divine Tree of Heaven, and a few minutes later, they separated, each heading to different floating islands.

”Goodbye,”

This time the reaction was quite subdued. Qingfeng and Beidou Universities were very close, and for foundation-building cultivators, it was at most a fifteen-minute flight away, just a stroll’s distance.

On the other hand, many new couples who had just confirmed their relationships lingered affectionately in their respective communication channels for a long time.

Before long,

the Floating Island of Qingfeng University appeared in sight, with its iconic ninety-nine rivers running throughout the island, falling down in cascades, surrounded by rainbows reflected by the sunlight, a breathtaking sight.

”It’s not class time right now, and Immortal Luling is not here, so we can just stay at the school airport,”

Jin Lingfeng connected with the island’s Array Spirit for a moment and said.

Strips of white streaks crossed the sky and landed on the smooth, wide airport, arranged in three neat rows.

Looking in a different direction, suddenly, there were only three Air-Space Warplanes.

Different colored Escape Lights flew out of the cockpits of the Air-Space Warplanes.

”Shall we all go for a meal together at the canteen?”

”After some rest, we will have to plunge back into our busy studies and preparations for postgraduate entrance exams, so it’s rare to have such an opportunity,”

Jin Lingfeng clapped his hands, gathering everyone together and asked.

”That’s right, we’re graduating in two years… time to focus on cultivations and studies,”

Someone sighed, appearing a bit dreamy.

Without realizing it, eighteen years had passed since those inexperienced freshmen had entered the campus after the College Entrance Exam.

”Let’s go.”

The mood was somewhat melancholic, and one hundred and five Escape Lights flew in companionship, descending from the sky, landing in a large open-air canteen, and found a spot to sit near a corner.

With a sweep of their spirit senses, the majority around them were students in the Qi Practicing Phase, for only they had a frequent need for food.

”Foundation-building cultivators!”

”Wow, so many, they must be senior students from third or fourth year,”

Many youngsters, apparently only seventeen or eighteen, looked up with starry eyes, seemingly full of admiration.

Foundation-building cultivators!

With a lifespan extended by two hundred fifty years and innate powers, although they were called seniors, they had already spanned a whole generation apart from the mortals.

If they weren’t in the campus, addressing them as ’predecessors’ would be the proper term.

”Hey there, little guys!”

A female student greeted them with a smile, her mature and beautiful big sister aura making the younger ones blush and hastily duck back into the crowd.

”Stop teasing them; when you came of age, they weren’t even conceived yet,”

Jin Lingfeng rolled her eyes.

”Haha!”

The surrounding classmates burst into laughter.

For a moment, the somber mood had been considerably dispersed.

Everyone chatted and laughed, sharing anecdotes about internships, school life, and childhood memories, interspersed with some discussions of cultivation challenges. Any traces of melancholy were quickly diluted and completely disappeared.

The life of a cultivator is long; what need is there for so much reluctance to part ways?

If the bond is genuinely deep, thousands of miles apart and decades or centuries are but trifles. Cultivators can make up for their regrets.

Jiang Ding’s mouth moved silently as he nibbled on a spirit-fragrant pig’s trotter, habitually staying out of sight in such social gatherings.

He didn’t like talking.

But he quite liked attending these occasions, listening to others talk about all sorts of messy things, occasionally smiling knowingly.

The condition was that no one should talk to him.

”... the College Entrance Exam of the year 11145 has ended, and this year’s top scholar comes from Beidou University Affiliated High School...”

”... Wanshou Immortal Sect and Xuanwu Tiangong have erupted in minor conflicts over the Yin and Yang Void quota, leading to a God-transforming level battle in the Little Spiritual World, with no clear winner...”

The cafeteria’s large screen television was, as usual, broadcasting news.

Jiang Ding glanced at it, touching upon knowledge he didn’t understand. While listening to the gossip his classmates were sharing, he allocated a portion of his Divine Sense into his phone, connecting to the Central Array Spirit Computer through network access to search for related knowledge.

The Yin and Yang Void concerned a very significant Nascent Soul Opportunity, far removed from him; he simply looked at it and moved on.

The Little Spiritual World was something the Nine Great Immortal Sects, including the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, created about forty to fifty thousand years ago in an attempt to break through the Refining Nothingness stage and resolve the limitations of the environmental constraints, pooling resources from different realms.

Subsequently, of course, they did not succeed, and a lot of bloody, brutal battles ensued, with heavy casualties among the Nine Great Immortal Sects, leading to deep-seated hatred.

However, the cultivation environment in the Little Spiritual World still far surpasses that of other realms, and the probability of cultivators breaking through to Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation is somewhat higher there than elsewhere.

The Nine Great Immortal Sects are known as Immortal Sects, in part because each has a stronghold within the Little Spiritual World.

The Xianmen Sect has none.

The Eight Immortal Sects joined forces to divide the share left by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, particularly the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, which took the lion’s share and did not release it.

Continuing to watch the news.

”... Taoist of Five Elements from the Five Elements Heavenly Sect, Mr. An Tuzi, has successfully achieved foundation building at Qingfeng University. This signifies a further strengthening of the friendship and unbreakable alliance between Five Elements Heavenly Sect and Xianmen Sect...”

”... After three thousand years, the Taiyin Sword Sect has produced its first Taiyin Swordman. Her name is Yu Qianzi. Interface relations experts believe this will pose a significant strategic challenge to the security of Xianmen Sect...”

When Jiang Ding heard the news of An Tuzi’s foundation building, he was not particularly moved; it was an expected event.

But upon hearing the second piece of news, he lifted his head and looked at the large screen.

Within the Moon Palace,

a fairy in a white dress, with skin like snow and hair reaching her waist, possessing a temperament as cool as the moon, ascended the steps of the Moon Palace. Wearing a snow-white longsword at her waist, she was crowned as the Taiyin Swordman amid the attention of many Divinity Transformation and Nascent Soul Monks.

Even though it was just a picture, a cold and distant Sword Intent still swept over the viewers.

Cold, indifferent.

It was not domineering and destructive like the great sun, but more like moonlight that naturally seeped into the hearts of all onlookers throughout the night, only to be realized at the end of life.

Clang! Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword sounded more crisply than ever before, and even the news of An Tuzi’s foundation building was almost forgotten. A bit of cold murderous intent spread, causing the nearby classmates to subconsciously shiver.

”Taiyin Swordman!”

Jin Lingfeng also noticed the content on the television, looking back and forth between the screen and Jiang Ding, feeling a bit jealous.

”Her appearance and temperament seem to befit a wife for you, matching with you very well, especially the temperament. But why do I feel like there’s murderous intent?”