Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”The embryo of the Magma Thorn Sword... The forging method is similar to that of the Great Sun Flying Sword, it’s a variant simplified version.”

Jiang Ding envisioned the appearance of a flying sword in his mind.

Three meters in length, as wide as two palms, its entire body glowing red, pulsing like flowing lava, the edge and sides of the sword covered with sharp spikes slanting thirty degrees towards the sword tip, the spikes a scorching metal hue.

”Materials...”

”Considering Hua Xiaohua’s family background, how about using the thousand-year Spirit Nurturing Tree, No. 9 Synthetic Geng Metal, and the Divinity Transformation stage’s Burnished Golden Bamboo Heart Fire as the main materials?”

Jiang Ding mused to himself.

Synthetic Geng Metal, the shining pearl of the Xianmen Sect’s synthetic industries.

Geng Metal, the metal of pure Yang, known as the Gold of Sword Morning, emanates a robust and solemn power. Its nature is firm and hard, it suppresses all things, with the finest edge and the sharpest point.

No. 21 to No. 30 are equivalent to the first-order top-tier to lower-tier metal Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures of the Golden Pill stage.

No. 11 to No. 20 are of the Nascent Soul Stage.

From No. 5 to No. 9 are metal Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures of the Divinity Transformation Stage.

The reason for using only No. 9 Geng Metal was certainly not due to the cost of production, as he wasn’t the one paying. Rather, Geng Metal was too sharp; if the content and quality were too high, even the panda paled as an Iron-eating beast and could not withstand it, at risk of its Elixir Field shattering and dying.

As for the Law Immortal Gold, it was even more terrifying. A touch of it, and all the mana below the Golden Pill would vanish into thin air. Even if refined into a Sword Embryo, it would be useless, as it would revert one to an ordinary mortal.

God knows how he had managed to remain unscathed back then.

Of course, the Central Array Spirit Computer must have known this in advance, which is why it had allowed him to refine the Taiqing Flying Sword; otherwise, it would have given a warning beforehand.

”That’s pretty much it.”

Jiang Ding glanced over his initial training scheme, which had, without him realizing it, expanded to several hundred thousand words.

Don’t think he just threw it together; this practically represented the pinnacle of the Xianmen Sect’s Sword Dao, and not even Zhang Junsheng could do it better at this point.

”In theory, it’s feasible.”

”If any problems arise in actual cultivation, they can be resolved.”

”Next, it’s up to Hua Xiaohua’s own efforts and comprehension. Without these two aspects, no matter how favorable the external conditions, it’s useless. She would still pass away at 200 years old, wasting her parents’ painstaking efforts.”

Jiang Ding spoke to himself.

His attention shifted to the Sword Dojo building.

A meter-tall giant panda was practicing swordsmanship with huffing and puffing; sweat dripped down its fur and wet the ground from time to time. Every move she made was vigorous, overflowing with Sword Qi and well-ordered, showing huge progress compared to two months ago.

She had indeed persisted.

Every morning and afternoon, she attended classes like Chinese, Mathematics, Morality & Ethics, and Military Training – subjects that are part of the mandatory education that one cannot skip, enshrined in the constitution of Xianmen, no excuse whatsoever.

As long as war doesn’t come to the homeland, mandatory education must continue.

Moreover, subjects like Chinese, Mathematics, Biology, etc., greatly enhance cultivation, complementing each other. Although Hua Xiaohua was slow to learn, she was still making progress.

A little progress is still progress, certainly better than none.

After classes each day, she would travel via flying droplets from Shu Capital Seventh Middle School to Xiandu for more classes and to practice swordsmanship.

Jiang Ding silently observed the panda cub’s sword practice, the Sword-light bursting with vitality.

But, it was still slow.

It was as if someone had placed a barrier around her that slowed the passage of time, making every action three beats slower than an average person, like a septuagenarian practicing sword dance.

She finished a set of sword moves.

”Elder Jiang, how am I doing?”

Hua Xiaohua looked up and asked, her big adorable eyes filled with expectation.

”Hmm, it’s quite good.”

”It’s just that an ordinary sword may not suit you very well.”

Jiang Ding nodded, took out a large sword from his Storage Jade Pendant that was over three meters long and as wide as two palms. Its entire body was scarlet, with spikes slanting thirty degrees towards the sword tip densely covering both the sword body and edge.

As soon as it appeared, the intense heat radiated outward, causing the black and white fur to curl slightly.

”From now on, use this.”

Jiang Ding passed the Thorn Magma Sword over.

This was the sword he had just refined, using first-order spiritual materials. Apart from its sturdiness and scorching heat, it had no other attributes.

”What a huge sword!”

Hua Xiaohua was wide-eyed and her mouth remained open for quite a while.

It was only after a moment that she suddenly came to her senses and took the giant Magma Thorn Sword.

As soon as she grasped it, it was incredibly heavy!

Her body staggered forward, true qi burst forth, and it took her seven or eight steps to regain her balance. She clung to the sword hilt with both hands, the sword tip dropped to the ground, creating a dent, and sparks flew in all directions.

The scene looked very incongruous.

A panda cub just over a meter tall, holding a fierce spike sword that was thrice as long as itself, with the sword tip on the ground and the sword hilt in hand, as if straining to lift up one end of a column.

”This sword is called the Thorn Magma Sword, and it weighs twelve hundred kilograms.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently, ”If you insist on walking this path, it will be the sword that accompanies you for life. All the difficulties you face in the future, all the obstacles, every injustice you encounter, you will have to cut through them one by one with it.”

”Now, you need to get familiar with it. Its weight, length, and temperament, you have to start getting used to all these.”

His tone, unconsciously, became somewhat detached.

Sword cultivators must seek survival amidst death and slaughter, with peril as their constant companion.

Even so, whether one will succeed in the future is still another matter.

She was not a born with a Daoist Body, and had no certain future. It wouldn’t be surprising if she died in battle one day.

”Yes, Elder Jiang!”

Hua Xiaohua also sensed this mood and responded loudly.

Her two paws grasped the sword hilt and she exerted all her strength, baring her teeth and grimacing, her pure black furry arms trembling slightly.

”Lift!”

Hua Xiaohua shouted in her baby-like voice.

The three-meter long, twelve hundred kilogram Magma Thorn Sword was astonishingly lifted high by the tiny panda, with the sword tip piercing into the sky.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

...

Silver Sky Island Dormitory.

Jiang Ding sent the ”Divine Tortoise Magma Thorn Sword Canon” and the ”Magma Thorn Sword Refining Method” to Hua Xiaohua’s mother, Hua Chenggong, along with his own insights and key pointers.

He was very busy.

Cultivation, refining flying swords, practicing sword techniques—all these tasks were piling up.

The body structure and meridian structure of pandas, as well as the cultivation methods they could adapt to, were quite obscure knowledge that required years of study to master.

He had no time to deal with these matters.

The Shu Capital Giant Panda Breeding Research Base was, after all, the research center of Patriarch Hua, and it certainly had the capability to handle a classics-grade practice method. There was no need worry about anything; they were even more professional.

Of course, out of respect for the super wealthy benefactor, he would keep following up on the parts related to the Sword Dao. If difficulties arose, he could give a push at the crucial moment.

In fact, Hua Xiaohua was getting ahead of schedule.

According to his original plan, after the first sword cultivator of the Xianmen Sect was born, that cultivator was supposed to seek out their own cultivation methods and form their own research group.

Jiang Ding would offer certain support, but would not do everything for him.

If they hit a bottleneck, they just hit a bottleneck.

There were many such people, and solutions could always be found. Sword Dao technology had advanced bit by bit in this manner.

The development of civilization was like this.

There would always have to be those who paid the price, paving the way forward one after another.

”The first Mount Hua Sword Duel has entered its latter half.”

Jiang Ding had been paying attention to this event. He casually took out the television, placed it in front of him, and switched to the Xianmen Central TV’s first channel.