Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Surrounded by many Golden Pill monks and Foundation-building classmates, everyone gradually assembled.

Only a bit more than a hundred, as their realms increased, their sense of time slowly changed. Cultivation, refining treasures, visiting friends, secluding oneself for training, and other activities all consumed a lot of time. Often, less than half would attend each class.

This wouldn’t have any impact, since the teacher offered personalized instruction to each student based on their situation.

Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by the sound of a bell, the refined and amiable figure of Immortal Dinghai appeared at the podium.

Jiang Ding’s expression shifted slightly.

Compared to his ignorance in youth, he could now vaguely sense the subtle changes in space just before Immortal Dinghai’s arrival, no longer utterly unaware.

However, clearly locking onto those changes with Sword Intent remained quite challenging for him.

”Greetings, students.”

”Greetings, Teacher Zhang.”

Jiang Ding and several classmates stood up and bowed respectfully.

”Greetings, Immortal Dinghai!”

Yu Qianzi wore a solemn face, offering a respectful and grand bow.

The cultivators of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, no matter what, took respect for the strong to the extreme. This respect was rooted in their bones, and they never neglected it, regardless of their own status or the situation.

”Greetings, Student Yu.”

Immortal Dinghai nodded slightly and introduced, ”Student Yu is the first doctoral exchange student from the Green Wood Immortal Sect, and also represents a fresh start in the friendship between the Green Wood Immortal Sect and the Xianmen Sect.

If Student Yu encounters any difficulties, everyone must offer eager assistance, to show the peaceful and open disposition of the Xianmen Sect...”

A soft transmission of voice made its way to Jiang Ding.

”The negotiations with the Green Wood Immortal Sect are roughly completed.”

”I am very sorry. Despite our many concessions and even willingness to trade treasures of our foundation, they still refuse to exchange the inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion they hold, even when we reduced our request to only detailed Divinity Transformation inheritance.”

Jiang Ding’s heart sank.

This was a heavy blow for him.

Perhaps the advancement from Nascent Soul to Divinity Transformation would be a huge hurdle in the future, requiring entrance into the Sleeping Hidden Realm for hundreds or thousands of years, hoping to complete the related research with time.

”Do not hold any ill will towards True Monarch Bo Ming; although displeased, he indeed did his best,” Immortal Dinghai sighed.

”It has only been three thousand years since the collapse of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. For the Divinity Transformation cultivators who lead the Green Wood Immortal Sect, the battle with the Great Sun Sword Pavilion spanned the first half of their lives. Many of their senior brothers and sisters perished at the hands of the Great Sun sword cultivators, a vivid memory. It is impossible for them not to harbor fears.”

”Therefore, they refuse to make even the slightest concession in this regard.”

”The student understands.”

Jiang Ding nodded silently.

”The final result is that the Green Wood Immortal Sect and the Xianmen Sect have reached a certain strategic partnership.”

Immortal Dinghai continued, ”The Green Wood Immortal Sect excels in the cultivation of Spiritual Plants and Alchemy, and their Immortal Path industries naturally complement those of the Xianmen Sect. This strategic partnership follows the natural course, and cultivators from both sides will reap many benefits.”

”In the coming centuries, the cost of many elixirs and Spiritual Plants in the Xianmen Sect are expected to fall significantly.”

”Correspondingly, the prices of Artifact Refining materials of all levels from the Green Wood Immortal Sect may decrease, and the supply might actually increase. From Divinity Transformation Nascent Soul cultivators to Qi-cultivating mortals, everyone’s Cultivation will be a bit easier than before.”

”If you are interested in the stock market and starting companies, you might consider this area,” he advised.

The high-level cultivators of the Xianmen Sect expressed skill in managing their industries, which naturally expanded with the growth of their cultivation base, achieving mutual benefit and complement.

It was just that this student of his seemed to have yet to take any action in this area, so he offered a hint.

”I... understand,” Jiang Ding replied with some difficulty, nonetheless nodding his head.

This matter was completely foreign to him, and it seemed to be a rather troublesome thing.

”Everyone has benefited.”

”Naturally, your meritorious rewards must also be provided.”

Immortal Dinghai spoke on the matter at hand, ”We have applied for a Divinity Transformation merit award, which should reach you within ten years.”

His words unconsciously betrayed a hint of envy.

True Monarch Bo Ming worked tirelessly in the diplomatic department; he had been teaching at Qingfeng University for many years, cultivating students of all levels, all for what?

Wasn’t it to accumulate Divinity Transformation merit little by little!

Yet, it seemed to him that his student didn’t find acquiring Divinity Transformation merit too challenging.

”Understood!”

Jiang Ding’s spirits lifted.

With the addition of this Divinity Transformation battle technique, Lin Wanqiu temporarily resolved his lifespan issue.

Although he possessed an Herbal Spiritual Body, Lin Wanqiu’s path was still not smooth. His perception was somewhat lacking; reaching the peak of Foundation Building by the age of two hundred and fifty was already commendable, and that too was due to a mnemonic-grade Cultivation Method.

Foundation Establishment opportunities were few and far between.

But that was now.

If he were to ascend to Nascent Soul, or even undergo Divinity Transformation, the difficulties that seemed insurmountable now might become as breezy as the wind brushing his face in the future, easily achievable.

For this, he felt no hardship in his endeavors.

By the time of reaching Nascent Soul, or even Divinity Transformation, his mother was still healthy and alive, and in this world, he was not alone. This was something even Masters of Refining Nothingness would envy greatly.

”All right, that’s the end of the introduction.”

”Today, we are going to discuss the ’All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra,’ the Nascent Soul chapter...”

The voice of Immortal Dinghai slowly transmitted, detailing the cultivation method of the Nascent Soul chapter meticulously, for comparison with one’s current cultivation practices, rather than rushing blindly into the future.

Time slowly passed through three months.

With the bell signaling the end of class, the crowd scattered in all directions.

”Great Sun Swordsman.”

Yu Qianzi flew over, whispering, ”The Central Array Spirit Computer elder has agreed to my Foundation Establishment. Can you also promise to protect me during my Foundation Establishment? Don’t worry, it will take at most six months.”

Clearly, in this unfamiliar environment, she felt extremely insecure and was instinctively looking for more support.

Foundation Establishment,

For disciples of the Tao, it was a breeze.

But that did not mean it was insignificant—in case it was forcibly interrupted or affected, one’s path to the heavens would be compromised.

It is said in the Taoist scriptures, ”A pill formed without regret!”

Any misstep would require a price that was hundreds or even thousands of times greater to rectify, and even then success was not guaranteed.

Generally speaking, the promises of sword cultivators were trustworthy, especially those who had comprehended Sword Intent.

”I can.”

Jiang Ding did not hesitate much.

He also needed Yu Qianzi’s help with something.

”When?”

”Now.”

Yu Qianzi let out a long sigh of relief and smiled brightly.

Boom!

A thunderclap from a clear sky, a sudden gust of wind sending sand and stones flying. Dark clouds gathered overhead, turning the clear sky a threatening shade of black, as the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth converged.

The dark clouds swiftly expanded over thirty kilometers, and in the blink of an eye, had reached fifty kilometers, continuing to spread in all directions unceasingly.

”Foundation Establishment?”

”The celestial phenomenon of Foundation Establishment, in just a breath surpasses that of a superior-grade Golden Pill, reaching the level of an ultimate-grade Golden Pill. Who is this?”

The many students who had scattered looked towards the sky, feeling shaken.

Each one of them was either a Golden Pill Monk or a Foundation-building cultivator on the cusp of a breakthrough, with characteristics of Foundation Establishment deeply instilled in their memory from learning and recollection time and again—they immediately recognized what was happening.

Divine Sense searched for a moment, promptly discovering the center of the celestial phenomenon and the storm of Spiritual Energy, the woman in the Moon-white Fairy Skirt.

Facing the sky, she gently closed her eyes, allowing the fierce wind and storm of Spiritual Energy to sweep over her beautiful cheeks, as her aura at the peak of Foundation Building began to transform bit by bit.

”Yu Qianzi... Taiyin Swordsman...”

”...A disciple from the Outer Realm undergoing Foundation Establishment...”

In that instant, countless gazes of Xianmen cultivators from within a thousand kilometers converged upon her, some filled with disgust, some with hatred, some with curiosity, and some with understanding—immensely complicated.

Clearly, many of their gazes carried murderous intent, frenzied and barely concealed.

Clang!

A sound of a sword cry,

At this moment, resonated between heaven and earth.

The terrifying Sword Intent capable of Law-Breaking and annihilating spirits swept across fifty kilometers, cutting off all prying eyes, warning and indifferent, with the bloodthirsty resolve characteristic of a sword cultivator, shrouding the surroundings.

For Golden Pill cultivators and those below, their Divine Senses, the screens of the Air-Space Warplanes and the Spirit Particle Sonar of the Air-Space Battleships, went dark.

The Divine Senses of Nascent Soul Monks were slightly pained, and their vision blurred.

After a moment of silence,

They disengaged their Air-Space Mothership Spirit Particle Sonar waves, declaring their stance.