Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

This guy, I don’t recognize.

He looks like some nondescript punk lingering around Xiandu, his Divine Sense and Sword Intent sweep past, and all over, he’s just a mortal.

But he’s too close for comfort.

Between the visible and the invisible, Jiang Ding felt a sense of heaviness as heavy as a mountain.

Although he’s in a bad mood right now, wanting to find someone to beat up legally.

But he wisely chooses to keep the peace.

”Dari Swordsman.”

The punk, however, wouldn’t let it go, continuing, ”I told Dinghai before, all those troublesome sword cultivators are unstable elements, obstacles to building a harmonious legal society, and now I’ve been proven right, haven’t I?”

Jiang Ding gave him a look.

He didn’t say anything.

”I’m different!”

The punk slapped his chest, proudly saying, ”You might see me smoking, perming my hair, and getting into fights, but my heart is the color of the Xianmen Sect, recognized by friends on the street, shown some respect.”

”Let me tell you...”

He wanted to say something more, but it was his turn at the window.

”Li Ritian, it’s you again, what’s the charge?”

The female prison guard at the window saw his face and frowned, saying with annoyance.

”Officer, fighting, six months.”

The punk’s pride swiftly vanished as he nodded and bowed, smiling apologetically.

”Fighting again?”

The female prison guard raised her eyebrows.

”Those jerks started it.”

The punk said confidently, ”I was defending myself legally. The Array Spirit says I went overboard. Tell me, isn’t this bullying an honest person?”

”Cell C-154, reform and do better when you get out. Hurry up.”

The female prison guard, not bothering with him, tossed him a receipt.

”Yes, yes, I will definitely reform. Officer, please rest assured.”

The punk nodded and bowed, took the receipt, and walked obediently towards the prison, leaving the window for the next person in line.

Once out of the prison guard’s sight, he perked up again, straightened his back, and glanced at Jiang Ding, ”I’m busy now, we’ll chat later.”

All around him, people started looking his way.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old naive youngster,

A flashy punk with colored hair.

Anyone could tell what was going on.

Many people looked indignant.

”Li Ritian! You still dare to threaten people?!”

The female prison guard had sharp ears and shouted, ”I’m right here today, let’s see how you’re going to ’chat’!”

”Officer! Misunderstanding! There’s nothing going on.”

The punk shrank down and walked away dejectedly.

Soon, it was Jiang Ding’s turn.

”Little brother, don’t be afraid of such ruffians.”

”If he causes any trouble, just call the police.”

Seeing him, the female prison guard’s face briefly flushed, her gaze softening considerably as she consoled him.

”Right, what’s your charge?”

”Speeding or drunk driving? You kids must not hang out with that sort of riffraff, you’ll get corrupted...”

She babbled on, trying earnestly to steer a wayward youngster back on track.

”...”

Jiang Ding hesitated before speaking.

”Illegal use of Divine Soul Magic, six months.”

”Divine Soul Magic!”

The female prison guard’s expression changed, ”You’re a foundation-building cultivator!”

The color drained from her face, and she looked at him as if he was a pervert, saying with caution, ”Senior, cell C-785, remember to reform properly and not commit any more crimes.”

”Alright.”

Jiang Ding nodded, taking the receipt.

After wandering about, he arrived at a cell made entirely of Magic Arts-Breaking Steel, ten square meters in size, with a toilet, a bed, and only a very small window, and a square hole in the door for passing food.

One wall was a bookshelf, his Divine Sense sweeping past; all the titles were ”The Origin of the First Law of the Immortal Gate,” ”On the Integrated Thought of Immortals and Mortals,” ”Xianmen Public Security Regulations,” ”Xianmen Magic Management Regulations,” and the like.

No spiritual energy.

”The conditions are quite harsh.”

Jiang Ding sighed, picked up a book of magic management regulations, and sat on the bed to read.

Prison life was quite regular.

Morning washing up, tidying up, eating breakfast, washing dishes, cleaning the cell.

Then assembly in the yard, entering the work area, starting a day’s labor, doing some Formation Method inscribing work that was within the capabilities of foundation-building cultivators. There was a rest at noon, with work ending at six-thirty in the evening, followed by study time.

These were all mandatory, strictly adhering to the prison rules.

As for food, it consisted of boiled cabbage and pork in plain water with very little salt.

For the average mortal, these days would be quite unbearable.

But the cultivators, with their Divine Souls and Mana far surpassing ordinary people, slowly adapted.

There were no bullies, no deliberate harassment by the prison guards; everything was closely monitored with no room for underhanded tactics.

Time flew by rapidly,

and six months quickly passed.

After passing the assessment, he walked out the prison gates.

”Unbeknownst to me, it’s already been four years since I left Qingfeng University.”

”I need to find Professor Zhang Junsheng quickly to begin a new stage of study.”

Jiang Ding thought silently to himself, his body turning into a grey-blue Escaping Light, flying into the sky.

”Wait a minute!”

A figure appeared in front of him, blocking him. It was the yellow-haired youth, ”Let’s talk some more...”

Jiang Ding couldn’t be bothered with him, and with a swerve of his Escaping Light, he passed by the side.

”My name is Li Ritian.”

The Escaping Light flew even faster without any response.

”Others call me Immortal Mieri.”

The yellow-haired youth wasn’t in a hurry, speaking slowly with composure, ”I’m the one who almost got killed by a Nascent Soul Peak Dari Swordsman with a single sword but survived and carries the Great Sun Sword Intent.”

Whoosh!

The grey-blue Escaping Light flashed violently, instantly returning to his presence.

”Greetings, senior Li.”

Jiang Ding’s face bloomed into a smile, bowing and scraping, ”It’s truly said that seeing is believing. So suave and heroic, indeed you are the peerless hero who fought a bloody battle with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion and established the foundation of the Domain Overlord for the Xianmen Sect. We juniors truly look up to you.”

He wore a face of adoration.

”That’s an exaggeration.”

The yellow-haired youth instantly felt a chill, somewhat unable to cope, ”What about the detachment of a sword cultivator, who looks upon all beings as ants?”

”In front of such a suave and heroic predecessor, who would dare claim to possess detachment?”

Jiang Ding solemnly said.

”Not bad, not bad, that’s the spirit.”

The yellow-haired youth was somewhat elated.

Flattery is simple, but it depends on who is delivering it.

Could the flattery given by the Dari Swordsman even be called flattery?

He evidently spoke the truth.

”Senior, about that...”

Jiang Ding carefully said, ”That Great Sun Sword Intent... Since it’s of no use to you, why not give it to me? It would allow me to continually admire you and encourage myself to learn from you, to be like you, someone useful to the Xianmen Sect.”

”That’s not possible.”

The yellow-haired youth reflexively answered.

”Oh.”

Jiang Ding’s smile instantly fell.

”Alright then, goodbye.”

He turned around and left without any reluctance.

”Wait.”

The yellow-haired youth, still enjoying the moment, quickly called out to him, ”Aren’t you going to persuade me further?”

”How should I persuade you?”

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes, listlessly saying, ”The previous Dari Swordsman was at the Nascent Soul Peak stage, with the power of Divinity Transformation, so his Sword Intent would be at the level of Divinity Transformation.”

”Even if you sold me ten times over, I couldn’t afford it. Debts shouldn’t be incurred like this.”

”That makes sense.”

The yellow-haired youth thought about it and felt it was reasonable.