Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Swordsmanship instruction continued for seven days.

”Class dismissed, the next session will be in ten days, during which pay attention to review and read relevant swordsmanship textbooks.”

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, closing his eyes slightly, and continued to deduce and comprehend the ”Magnetic Concealment Skills.”

As an incarnation, he did not need to cultivate, so he had no particular demand for the location; any place would do.

”Elder Jiang, we shall take our leave!”

Wei Hu and all the Qi Practitioners and Xiantian Martial Artists, full of gratitude, bowed deeply.

In just seven days, their swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds.

After all, being personally instructed by a Golden Pill Monk skilled in swordsmanship was an immense opportunity, invaluable, where salary and benefits were negligible in comparison.

You should know, the time of a Golden Pill Monk is at least priced at a thousand spirit stones per minute.

And even so, few Golden Pill Monks are willing to waste time doing such things.

Unless it is something officially provided by the Xianmen Sect at university.

”Every half a year for one term.”

”It’s expected to last for about twenty years, for a total of forty terms.”

Jiang Ding calculated, ”Among them, we’ll select the top ones and weed out the inferior. We should be able to identify several individuals with excellent sword dao potential, and it would be even better if they can comprehend Sword Intent... That’s more difficult, though. Sword Intent is the standard for sword dao geniuses, enough to fight across major power levels within their own domain. That depends on opportunity and time.”

”According to the experience of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, Sword Intent often manifests in life-and-death situations.”

”Sword Cultivators of the Xianmen don’t need that, it’s too forced, merely the under-qualified trying to rise above their station.”

”Those with sufficient talent will naturally comprehend Sword Intent, and if there are few of them, so be it. Sword Cultivators are, after all, a profession where a minority rules everything.”

”It would be best to establish a Sword Dao Association and set up a civilian ranking system, Amateur Level 1 Swordsman, Amateur Level 2... up to Amateur Level 9 Swordsman, Professional Level 1 Swordsman... up to Professional Level 9 Swordsman, each level with its own assessment criteria. Or, ignoring the criteria and just fighting it out in the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm would also do.”

”Find a few celebrity agencies to hype up those with exceptional sword dao as stars, gaining both fame and fortune.”

”Then organize a competition, held once every three years, spending a ton of money to turn sword dao into a popular sporting event.”

Jiang Ding’s thoughts whirled, and he casually handed these ideas to Wei Hu to handle as he saw fit.

Recruit people if necessary, buy advertisements if needed, find endorsers.

The Xianmen was never short of talents in all areas, with money, any kind of person could be found.

...

While his avatar busily taught swordsmanship and deduced magic, Jiang Ding leisurely returned from home, and after two months of refining his flying sword, flew to the Air-Space class.

Yu Qianzi did not go back on her word and likewise attended this session of the Air-Space class.

Finding the opportunity, Jiang Ding eagerly challenged her to a sword fight...

After hundreds of moves, he was soundly defeated.

Although he learned a lot and grasped many more sword dao tricks, advancing significantly towards the Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

But he was quite disheartened.

Even though he had a comprehensive lead in Sword Intent, Divine Soul, Divine Sense, and flying sword, a bigger advantage than when he faced Zhong Guangzi, he still lost, as if there was a specific counter; a higher level of swordsmanship had a great advantage over a lower one, enough to win against stronger opponents.

After resting for several days, Jiang Ding once again issued a challenge.

Time and again.

Within two months, ten battles, ten defeats.

”Here, take it.”

Jiang Ding tossed the Great Sun Sword Pearl to Yu Qianzi, huffing weakly, ”Don’t be so smug. I never received a complete sword dao education since I was young. Just give me some more time, and I’ll catch up. When that happens, don’t cry your eyes out.”

”Hehe.”

”I’ve heard that kind of talk many times.”

Yu Qianzi took the Great Sun Sword Pearl, her small face tilting slightly with disdain, ”But, those who are surpassed by me will never appear before me again. They can only watch my back getting farther and farther away until even my silhouette disappears.”

”You’ll be no different.”

”There won’t be any exceptions.”

She was brimming with confidence, invincible in her domain.

”Very well.”

Jiang Ding’s face showed no expression.

The surrounding classmates looked at Yu Qianzi with solemn expressions.

They knew the strength of a Dari Swordsman. In the previous drills, no matter how the Nascent Soul level Army Formations attacked, they were instantly annihilated, without having any time to react, which was terrifying.

But even with such strength, without the support of a super warship, they were repeatedly defeated, with no hope of victory in sight.

The Taiyin Sword Sect was also skilled in Concealment and Illusion.

Such cultivators, if they were the enemy, would be truly difficult to deal with on the battlefield.

Yu Qianzi ignored the people around her, held the Great Sun Sword Pearl in her hand, poured her Divine Sense into it, and entered a state of Cultivation.

Three days later.

The girl in the Moon-White Fairy Skirt had a pale face and fell silently from the sky, her Bright Moon Flying Sword’s Spiritual Light extremely dim, having suffered serious injuries and losing all its radiance.

”Even worse than me.”

Jiang Ding felt somewhat better and waved his hand, lifting her up, the hem of her skirt hanging down.

”Hmph...”

”How is this possible?”

After a long while, Yu Qianzi came to from her unconsciousness, her lips white, her voice trembling, ”How can he be so strong, Zhong Guangzi is just at the early stage of the Golden Pill, are you sure there isn’t something wrong with this broken pearl?”

”This is completely different from the records of the Moon Vein!”

”It’s too exceptional!”

She encountered the same predicament as Jiang Ding, being completely crushed in Swordsmanship.

Moreover, because her Divine Soul and Sword Intent were even weaker than Zhong Guangzi, she suffered more damage and was absolutely no match.

”Great Sun Sword Pavilion is not the Daymoon Sword Pavilion.”

Of course, Jiang Ding did not think there was something wrong with the Great Sun Sword Pearl from Xianmen Sect: ”Before this, the Daymoon Sword Pavilion was just a bit stronger than the Eight Great Immortal Sects, definitely not enough to be called the Domain Ruler.”

”It was only after the Last Great Sun Sword Master chose to revere the Great Sun alone and resolved the issues with the Cultivation Method, fifteen thousand years ago, that they gradually acquired the near-dominant power in the Domain.

At its peak, the Last Great Sun Sword Master was able to defeat eight Masters of Refining Nothingness at once, who could even slay all eight Masters of Refining Nothingness individually if not for the immense Immortal Sects formations.”

”A Dari Swordsman who existed alongside the Moon Vein is not the same thing.”

He explained.

”Hmph!”

”You seem very pleased with yourself, taking joy in other’s misfortune?”

Yu Qianzi glanced at Jiang Ding and threatened, ”Do you need me to beat you up again to see how remarkable a Dari Swordsman can be?”

Jiang Ding’s expression turned dark.

”I’ve got other things to attend to.”

With those words, he dashed off to the side of An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, took out the Air-Space Warplane, joined the Army Formation, and started training with precise movements.

It wasn’t that he was avoiding battle.

After more than ten fights, he had accumulated many insights that he needed to digest. Engaging in sword fights now was pointless and would only result in taking hits for no reason.

After class,

Jiang Ding rode his Flying Sword, flashing several times in quick succession, and swiftly returned to the dormitory.

...

In the sky full of yellow sand, tornadoes arose from time to time.

After nearly a year of continuous travel through the same scenery, it was enough to drive a person mad.

Jiang Ding’s figure flickered in the storm, moving steadily forward, using the passing landscape as a means to temper his heart, remaining calm regardless of the external environment.

In this manner, he continued with Cultivation, refining his Sword Technique, engaging in sword fights, discussing Sword Techniques, teaching Sword Techniques, and traveling.

Time, unbeknownst, passed by again, another five years gone.

He, who had been silently traveling, lifted his head.

On the horizon, a line of greenery appeared before him.

Behind the greenery, an endless, lush grassland unrolled towards the sky, stretching infinitely.