Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Wei Hu took the Foundation Building Pill he had been rewarded and left.

This was a condition he had promised the other party decades ago when he extended the invitation, and although he didn’t fulfill it very well, it was barely satisfactory; he was not a harsh employer.

Next, Wei Hu would resign from his position as the general manager of the Sword Dojo and retreat for cultivation, determined to make a mighty leap before the age of eighty and seize an opportunity to reach the Foundation Building Stage.

The new general manager of the Sword Dojo would be taken over by the previous deputy general manager.

Jiang Ding didn’t pay much attention to these trivial matters, except for the initial establishment of the Sword Dojo, he hadn’t inquired about these things thereafter.

Divine Sense unfolded, covering the entire Sword Dojo building.

After twenty years of development, it had taken proper form, with people working in every office.

In places like the sword training rooms and cultivation chambers, coaches, students, and parents came and went, a constant stream of cultivators and martial artists practiced with swords, sword-light gleaming, and the scene filled with the sweat of their efforts.

This place was the absolute center of Xianmen Sect’s cold weapons courses.

Even a sacred land—publicly recognized by outsiders!

Even the instructors of cold weapons at the Beidou University Affiliated High School’s teaching abilities were far inferior to those here, not even on the same level.

Starting five years ago, the top three scorers in the college entrance examination for cold weapons courses have always included students from the Sword Dojo, with the number of them increasing every year.

This year, they even took the first and second place in the top three of the college entrance examination for cold weapons, with a frightening seventy-four people out of the top hundred coming from the Sword Dojo or from its affiliated institutions where they had received prolonged instruction.

Many people speculate that in another fifty years, it will become normal for all the top hundred scorers in the Xianmen Sect college entrance examination for cold weapons to be students from the Sword Dojo.

Because of this, students continually flock here for instruction each year.

During this period, quite a few famous swordsmen emerged, gaining fame and fortune from competing in sword events at Mount Hua, in the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm, and in many live streams and videos.

”These places are for spreading the Sword Dao and nurturing new talents...”

Jiang Ding shifted his gaze away from the numerous coaches and students and continued to observe.

He had cultivated here for twenty years and would continue to hold his position in the future.

For hundreds, even thousands of years, this will not change.

Like the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch of the Xianmen Science Institute, he would become a true old monster of the Sword Dojo—yet every time he saw these innocent students, he felt a kinship, as if witnessing the budding future of the Xianmen Sect’s Sword Dao.

Starting from the ninety-eighth floor of the building, no further half-profit, half-welfare sword training is provided, replaced by research centers for Sword Dao cultivation methods, swordsmanship, flying sword materials, flying sword forging, and other institutions.

Based on the personnel supported by the Shu Capital Panda Reproduction Research Center and the talents specializing in the emergency excavation of the Great Sun Ruins at Qingfeng University, they recruited graduates from various colleges of the Xianmen Sect, as well as talented individuals from society, to build this massive research center.

The number of research personnel permanently stationed here every day has reached thirteen thousand and seventy-two, ranging from martial artists and Qi Practitioners to Foundation-building cultivators and Golden Pill Monks.

Over these years, they have achieved some results.

The Xianmen Library has added several hundred volumes of swordsmanship and Cultivation Method books, mostly Qi Practitioner and Foundation Building Stage techniques; theoretically, there are no problems.

It’s just the cost...

”Every year, a loss of eight hundred twenty-seven thousand low-grade Spirit Stones... sigh.”

Jiang Ding sighed again.

He always felt that no matter how much money there was, it would never be enough.

The swordsmanship market was not big at all; current investment was basically burning money, burning more money, and yet more money, with no idea when it would turn a profit.

But he couldn’t just not do it.

Without investment, there would be no swordsmanship talent, no growth in the swordsmanship industry.

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Having invested halfway, I abandoned the effort, and these cultivated swordsmanship talents quickly dispersed everywhere, dissipating rapidly, destroyed in a moment.

Therefore, even without demand, without orders, every year a sum of spirit stones must be invested to sustain people and various machines.

”It’s nothing, the spirit stones are just circulating within the Xianmen Sect, they haven’t gone out, haven’t left me, they just exist in another form.”

Jiang Ding comforted himself, trying not to think about the piles of spirit stones melting like snowflakes every year.

Divine Sense extended outward, landing in the Swordsmanship Research Center, Research Room Number 104-25.

Over the years, he had obtained part of the third-order electromagnetic Sword Escaping project from the original body, subcontracted it, and gave it to the newly established Swordsmanship Research Center, which meant to cultivate talent.

Divine Sense drew in a little Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from around and formed a young man in green clothes, with his green robes fluttering, sitting in the main seat.

”Greetings, Elder Jiang!”

A Foundation-building cultivator rose to salute, followed by dozens of Qi Practitioners whose auras hinted at hidden sharpness.

”Mhm, take a seat.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

The bearded Foundation-building cultivator in front of him was a swordsmanship research and development expert poached from another company, with some accomplishments, a seed-level character.

The rest were talents in swordsmanship like Fang Yilong, who had won crowns at Mount Hua debates over the years or had outstanding performances; although they had not received more rewards of spirit stones or Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, Jiang Ding had not neglected them.

He had given them work, work oriented towards the sword.

In such an environment, if sword cultivators were diligent and clever, they could grow quickly, rather than resorting to elixirs for a temporary but unhealthy boost.

Sword cultivators of the Xianmen Sect needed not just to be able to fight but also to learn scientific research, sword Dao research, continuously exploring the unknown, the distance, never ceasing.

”How is the ’Third-Order Electromagnetic Sword Escaping Project Number 15478, Research Proposal’ coming along?”

Jiang Ding inquired.

This was their assigned task, and the reason they could draw a salary each month. Aside from them, more than thirty other offices were doing similar work, which consisted of the more tedious tasks in his development of the electromagnetic Sword Escaping, not very difficult but very time-consuming, hence they were subcontracted.

”Elder Jiang, it’s been completed...”

The bearded Foundation-building cultivator’s face showed difficulty, he hesitated for a long time, and handed over a jade slip.

Fang Yilong and the other swordsmanship prodigies from previous Mount Hua debates didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, looking down at the table, their eyes fixed on it for a long time as if there was something very fascinating hidden there.

”If it’s completed, that’s good.”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense swept over the jade slip, his expression calm, revealing no joy or anger.

Fifty percent was wrong.

Thirty percent was useless.

Fifteen percent was marginally related but still of no use.

The remaining five percent was barely useful; after much picking and choosing, his original body could use their results if he spent twice as long processing this research proposal.

This research proposal he had provided, expecting that undergraduate students from Qingfeng University could easily handle it, even though they were not oriented toward sword Dao research and were amateurs.

”In the first part, the errors are in the seventh, eighth, and ninth magic structures... Students, we can think of it this way...”

Jiang Ding explained slowly, gently guiding the new sprouts of sword Dao in front of him, fostering in them the scientific thought process for researching sword Dao.

He did not become angry or vent due to the poor results.

Compared to teaching basic sword skills, this was, in fact, the core of sword Dao development.