Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Seeing Jiang Ding make a decision, Jin Lingfeng gestured towards the door.

Thud, thud!

Accompanied by the sound of knocking, a capable middle-aged woman walked in, a Qi Practicing Level 8, with the name Liu Caihua written on her nameplate.

”Elder Jiang, Miss Jin.”

After paying her respects, Liu Caihua introduced herself, ”Starting today, I will lead a portion of the administrative, financial, and logistics staff from the company to be seconded to Sword Dojo Education Limited Liability Company until the company can cultivate its own financial and administrative logistics staff.”

”You have my thanks.”

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

These were the staff who had been seconded from the Moonstone Group after the payment of a certain fee. Working with Wei Hu, there was also an implicit aspect of mutual supervision.

Don’t think that just because they are mortals, there aren’t many possibilities for them to legally utilize company funds. It’s best not to test human nature.

”I will invest one million low-grade spirit stones each year until the Sword Dojo can spread throughout every county-level city in Xianmen Sect and be able to make a profit and sustain itself.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently, ”I hope the two of you can work together with sincerity on this very important matter for me. If you succeed, I will not go back on what I have promised.”

”Yes, Elder!”

Wei Hu and Liu Caihua showed signs of excitement.

After paying their respects again, they bid farewell and left.

They would then start to hire people and rent venues with the funds that had been deposited. They are considered experts in their field and proficient in all aspects.

Jiang Ding and the two of them then flew towards the sky, returning to school.

”Is that it?”

An Siyan hesitated, ”Although I have never run a company, I always feel that many things need to be handled by oneself. Finding two people, giving them money, and then letting go... isn’t that somewhat inappropriate?”

”That’s the way it is.”

Jiang Ding didn’t understand.

He had always done things this way.

Qiyu Sect, Tushan Monster Country, he found someone, Li Qingyun or someone else, confirmed their ability and then let them be. At most, he provided some assistance and occasionally checked the progress.

Anyway, if someone dared to embezzle his money, he would simply kill them and then find someone else to do the job...

Oh, if they didn’t blatantly violate the laws of Xianmen Sect and commit a serious crime, it seems he couldn’t just kill them.

”Don’t worry, the oversight in all aspects of Xianmen Sect is very strict.”

”At most, they might slack off, but they don’t have the capacity to embezzle openly,” Jin Lingfeng said with a smile. ”Besides, Jiang Ding has already tempted them with the Foundation Building Pill, there’s no danger yet. There isn’t a Qi Practitioner who wouldn’t be tempted by that. Maybe they are even more anxious than us, afraid of making mistakes.”

”The time of high-level cultivators is very precious, it’s too wasteful to deal with these trivial matters. Many high-level cultivators start by cultivating their own companies, aside from focusing on the core business, they let go of other things, and there have been no incidents.”

”After all, within the star’s realm, the Central Array Spirit Computer observes everything, leaving no place hidden. Even if someone embezzled a large number of spirit stones, they wouldn’t be able to spend them.”

”I see.”

An Siyan suddenly understood.

The three of them arrived at the dormitory area and went their separate ways.

Their mana and Divine Sense were not yet honed to the limit, the next decade or so would be spent on that.

After some thought, Jiang Ding made a reservation on his phone and flew towards the higher sky.

...

He passed through a spatial array node.

In a haze.

Jiang Ding looked up.

Instead of the brilliant Great Sun, a curved moon now hung in the sky, radiating a cool temperature and casting a watery moonlight.

Not far away, an ancient palace floated in the sky, dozens of acres in size, entirely pure white, naturally inhaling Taiyin Moonlight from all directions into the palace.

The wind blew, causing the white gauze hanging in the palace to sway back and forth.

”A spatial-type sanctuary... The Swordsman of Green Wood Immortal Sect is so wealthy.”

Jiang Ding was amazed.

”I don’t have one.”

He expressed his envy.

He’d often heard that high-level cultivators of the Nine Great Immortal Sects had more wealth than those from Xianmen Sect. He didn’t think much of it before, but now, when making a direct comparison, the gap became apparent.

He had already obtained the palace array’s permissions.

Walking slowly into it, he admired the rockeries, running water, laurel trees, and other sights along the way, each one spectacular and elegant, containing profound subtleties.

Jiang Ding paused in front of a painting.

It was a scene where a crescent moon was rising from the sea, just as the sun was setting in the dusk and the bright moon was rising, with the hidden Taiyin Sword Intent in between. The sea waves, moonlight, and distant coast were all parts of a swordsmanship technique.

It seemed that subtly and obscurely, there lay an implication of the eternal fall of the Great Sun and the perpetual moon.

The painting was not of the present age; it was at least from ten thousand years ago, created by a gifted moonlight Sword Cultivator.

”A beautiful and hopeful scene,”

Jiang Ding commented.

After walking through the corridor for several minutes, they arrived at an incredibly spacious palace.

A girl in a moon-white fairy skirt was sprawled on the carpet, facing the computer and typing away furiously. Sounds of ”Save me, save me!” ”Silence him!” and ”Run away!” occasionally came from it.

”Wait a minute, this round isn’t over yet,”

Yu Qianzi said without turning away from the computer.

”Take your time,”

Jiang Ding said, speechless.

Glancing at the screen, her healer character was being chased by a big-sword warrior, with others around occasionally trying to slow and stun, but to no avail. They were all ganging up on her, and it didn’t take long before the screen went black.

”These troublemakers!”

”Why are they all after me? I didn’t provoke them!”

Yu Qianzi was beside herself with frustration.

Jiang Ding found this unsurprising.

Though it was just a game, it was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers—many Golden Pill and Nascent Soul Monks enjoyed playing a round in their free time—

These folks often had such hobbies since their teenage years, maintained over hundreds or thousands of years.

If anyone thought they could use the reaction of a High-Level Cultivator’s Divine Sense to crush them, they were mistaken.

Twenty minutes later,

Accompanied by the bright red defeat screen and the sound of a keyboard and computer breaking, Yu Qianzi turned around, looking none too pleased, and said, ”What do you want?”

It was clear she was in a very bad mood.

”I want to invite you to take the Airspace combat class,”

Jiang Ding said directly, attempting to entice her, ”This is a rare opportunity. Back then, An Tuzi wanted to attend this class, and the Five Elements Heavenly Sect had to pull a lot of strings and paid a considerable price for the Xianmen Sect to agree.”

”Now, there’s a good chance.”

”No need for anything, you can start right away,”

he urged persuasively.

”So rare?”

Yu Qianzi asked with a smile that was not quite a smile, ”How did the Eastern Devil School agree to this?”

”I applied,”

Jiang Ding said confidently.

”I’m not going,”

”Ah?”

”I said I’m not going,”

Yu Qianzi said with a light smile, ”The Eastern Devil School will not custom design and build warships for me. What’s the point of going? To be someone’s sparring partner? Doubt it.”

”It should be impossible,”

”Indeed, it’s impossible,”

Jiang Ding said, his expression unchanged. ”One Great Sun Sword Pearl every half year.”

”This...”

Yu Qianzi hesitated.

The Sword Intent of the last Dari Swordsman was very tempting to her.

”This...”

Her voice trailed off again.

”Fifty Sun Flame Crystals and Moon Creek Crystals, enough for you to fast-track the tempering of your Flying Sword for fifty years,”

Jiang Ding said with a pained look.

These two treasures, which could refine both the body and the intent of the sword, were exclusive to the Dari Swordsman. No one else could retrieve them without immediately triggering an attack from the Great Sun Heavenly Pond Formation—a discontinued rarity.

”One hundred,”

Yu Qianzi extended a pale finger.

”Deal,”

Jiang Ding said, resignedly.

He genuinely needed someone to exchange ideas on the Sword Dao with. If he continued down this solitary path, his Swordsmanship would not improve.