Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”This... hello.”

Jiang Ding was stunned for a moment before he said, ”You’re called Yun Ri? Who named you?”

”Yun Gong Immortal.”

”You don’t like it?”

Yun Ri asked.

”That’s not it.”

Jiang Ding shook his head; it didn’t really matter what the name was, he was just asking casually.

”If you wish to modify the name and data such as likeness, it will affect my abilities, likely decreasing them by about ten percent.”

Yun Ri explained, ”Yun Gong Immortal added many precious materials to the Dao-number Stone, using her own wealth to enhance my abilities while binding these things. If they were altered, there would be an impact.”

”So that’s why you look so much like Yun Gong Immortal?”

Jin Lingfeng interrupted her, speaking displeased.

This Ship Spirit, upon closer inspection, indeed bore a seven to eight parts resemblance to a miniaturized Yun Gong Immortal.

”Unauthorized personnel, irrelevant individuals, no response warranted.”

The Ship Spirit glanced at her.

”You... Humph!”

Jin Lingfeng huffed.

”Why is that?”

Jiang Ding asked with a smile.

The approach of Yun Gong Immortal hadn’t harmed his interests, so naturally, he wasn’t angry.

Moreover, he felt quite fond of and very tolerant towards the Xianmen Sect elders because on his journey so far, these elders had helped him a lot.

”Captain, Yun Gong Immortal wishes to invest in you, thinking that you could be a pillar to lean on in the future.”

The Ship Spirit explained earnestly without mincing words, ”While investing a large amount of precious materials to enhance my abilities, she thought that a higher level of binding would be even better.”

”She believes that if you see her likeness every day and become familiar with it over time, you will grow fond of her.”

”And potentially in the future, you could gain a partner who is very helpful to you.”

”By the way, she has asked me to propose to you on her behalf. If you agree, the wedding could be held this year. She says she is a Fifth Order warship designer and very wealthy, so it would be in your best interest to seriously consider it.”

”Teacher...”

Xia Caiyun covered her face, too embarrassed to show it.

So mortifying!

If it weren’t for the fact that this warship was personally overseen by Yun Gong Immortal herself, making it impossible for anyone else to intervene, she might have suspected some sort of prank.

”Old lady, so shameless...”

Jin Lingfeng gritted her teeth.

Jiang Ding just smiled and didn’t say anything.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

”I refuse.”

Jiang Ding gave the impression of having seriously considered it, ”I greatly appreciate Yun Gong Immortal’s investment foresight, but regretfully, I have no plans to settle down at the moment, so I must offer my sincerest apologies.”

”Oh.”

”May I relay this to Yun Gong Immortal? She said to do so if this happened.”

The Ship Spirit asked.

”Of course, you may.”

Jiang Ding responded with a smile.

Divine Sense flooded into the Ship Spirit and coursed through the warship’s entirety, scanning every sword-shaped mirror drone to confirm there were no flaws, then he signed his name on the receipt and handed it to Xia Caiyun.

”Xia classmate, thank you for your hard work; there are no issues.”

”That’s good to hear.”

Xia Caiyun controlled her Lake of Heart with mana, took the receipt, and flew off quickly toward the distance, not wanting to stay in this embarrassing place any longer.

Jiang Ding steadied his heart, placed his hand on the core cube of the warship, and his Divine Sense and mana gushed into it like a flood, filling every node of the Formation Method.

”Spirit Particle Engine ignition,”

”Start.”

Boom!

The kilometer-long Giant Iron Ship shook slightly, then slowly rose upwards. After that, it pushed aside the surrounding air, forming gusts that blew in all directions.

Flames spewed from the rear of the warship as it flew into the distance amidst the roaring turbulence of the cloud sea, easily reaching the Golden Pill Monk’s ultimate speed, while the surrounding space became hazy and twisted out of shape.

Jiang Ding and his two companions came up on deck, facing the howling wind and the continuously shuttling, receding clouds around them.

”The speed is still not enough,”

”I must refine both the Ten Thousand Magnetic Thunder Cloud Formation and the Fourth Order Spirit Particle Engine of the super battleship to break through the limits of the Golden Pill and reach the Nascent Soul level speed, and then surpass it.”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and sensed for a moment.

”And the most crucial is the super battleship’s main cannon, the Magnetic Cloud Splitting Star Cannon, which has seventy-two electromagnetic accelerators that need to be individually refined, then allowed to go through the magic treasure tribulation, to be promoted to Nascent Treasure level. Only then can it unleash the full might of a Nascent Soul level main cannon.”

”These will probably take about four or five years.”

After chatting for a while on Silver Sky Island about their insights into cultivation, Jiang Ding sent An Siyan and the others back to their dormitories one by one and then returned to enter a state of cultivation, unfurling the Sun God Wood.

What was different from before was that,

near the shade of the Sun God Wood, a giant iron ship over a kilometer in length was floating. Numerous branches extended and spread, connecting it, accepting the refinement of the Great Sun Essence and Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi gathered by the Sun God Wood, slowly enhancing the materials inside it and the internal Formation Method.

While cultivating, Jiang Ding devoted a strand of Divine Sense to pay attention to his Sword Dojo incarnation, receiving the understanding of the two top Third Order magic spells, ”Magnetic Space Flash” and ”Magnetic Concealment Skills,” accumulated over the recent years.

...

At the top floor cultivation room of the Immortal City Sword Dojo.

A youth dressed in blue opened his eyes and observed the churning clouds in the distant sky, numerous azure runes flashing and vanishing.

Ding-dong!

With the sound of the elevator door opening, Wei Hu, the general manager of the Sword Dojo, appeared at the entrance.

”Greetings, Elder Jiang!”

Wei Hu bowed deeply with a trace of trepidation, not daring to look directly at a Patriarch Jin Dan.

Dozens of years had passed, and this person’s appearance had not changed at all, still that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, as if he were still a high school student.

However, he himself had become an old man in his seventies with white hair and a face wrinkled with age.

”Wei Hu,”

Jiang Ding shifted his gaze from the sea of clouds back to the elderly man in front of him, and it seemed as if he also recalled the time when they first met and the other party was full of youthful vigor.

”How long have you been working for me?”

He asked quietly.

So many years had slipped by that except for the emotions of his youth, the passage or change of friends and others could hardly cause any ripples in his Lake of Heart.

Nothing else, he had seen too much.

”Reporting to Elder Jiang, it has been twenty years and five months and twenty-seven days.”

Wei Hu took a deep breath and replied respectfully.

”How are the results?”

Jiang Ding asked again.

”Sword Dao is flourishing within the Xianmen Sect.”

Wei Hu knew the moment that would determine his fate had arrived, and his heart raced and his palms sweated.

”In this year’s high school entrance exams, cultivators and martial artists who use swords have already accounted for 92.7 percent.”

”In this year’s Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the first and second place winners were both sword cultivators with exceptional talent for Sword Dao, willing to follow the Sword Path. Even the top scholar of Big Dipper University, in terms of swordsmanship and melee combat, was no match for them.”

”This year, in the Great Void Illusion Realm Swordsman Determination, there have been 377 amateur Ninth Order swordsmen, reaching the pinnacle of mortal swordsmanship.”

”This is the achievement report I give to you.”

Wei Hu bowed again.

No response.

”Still no professional swordsmen have emerged?”

After a pause, Jiang Ding showed a hint of disappointment.

Amateur, professional.

Only professional swordsmen who have comprehended Sword Intent could be considered his peers. The rest were just cultivators using swords, merely the soil, not so useful.

”Elder, no.”

Wei Hu’s face turned pale, yet he didn’t dare to hide the truth: ”The birth of Sword Intention Swordsmen is extremely challenging, a treasure reserved only for the elite of the Sword Dao. Even within the Nine Great Immortal Sects, they are exceedingly rare; our Sword Cultivator’s abilities are still insufficient.”

Jiang Ding fell silent.

Wei Hu’s hands trembled with unease, his heart sinking.

Honestly speaking, his salary over the years had been quite handsome, far exceeding the industry average, or else he would not have been able to cultivate to the middle period of the Nineth Layer of Qi-Practicing, just a step away from reaching the Peak of Qi Practicing to attempt a breakthrough to Foundation Establishment.

But...

”It is considered, passable.”

After a long while, Jiang Ding sighed and casually tossed over a Jade Box that flew towards Wei Hu: ”These years, you have worked hard. I wish you prosperity and smooth sailing on the Immortal Path.”

From despair to ecstasy, his heart swelled with joy.

Wei Hu’s body shook as he took the Jade Box with both hands, clutching it tightly to his chest, and with great self-control to remain conscious, he bowed deeply.

”Thank you, Elder Jiang!”