Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

On the lectern,

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, deducing and contemplating the ”Magnetic Space Flash” and ”Magnetic Concealment Skills,” two third-tier top-level magics, with a speed far surpassing that of the past.

Although these two spells were named as third-tier, in reality, they had reached the power of the fourth-tier, and because they were adapted for use by Golden Pill Monks, they included many additional spell structures, making them much more difficult than ordinary fourth-tier spells. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have puzzled him for so many years.

Now, signs of perfection seemed within sight.

”Probably, it will take another forty or fifty years... I should be able to comprehend them fully before the late Golden Pill stage,”

”Besides, thanks to Yu Qianzi’s help, the third-tier ”Electromagnetic Sword Escape Skill” has also been successfully developed. This is an escape technique that I created, which naturally is already greatly accomplished, and reaching perfection and becoming transcendent also requires several decades.”

Jiang Ding calculated to himself.

In fact, in terms of realm and Divine Soul, the ”Electromagnetic Sword Escape Skill” was already perfect, and one could even say it had reached a transcendent level. This spell was tailored entirely for him, with not a single aspect out of place.

The reason it only appeared greatly accomplished was because a top-level cultivation spell wasn’t just about spirit and realm; it also involved long-term changes in meridians and mana, nurturing within the meridians and Elixir Field to form a unique Electromagnetic Sword Escape Skill structure, achieving an effect where one could act upon a mere thought.

Changes involving the body and meridians require slow and meticulous work, which can’t be rushed.

For Golden Pill Monks, time spent in cultivation passes quickly.

Before he knew it, several months had gone by, his spell comprehension had progressed, and his Divine Soul connected to his main body, nurturing the meridians and improving a bit.

Thud!

Thud, thud...

The melodious bell signaling the start of class echoed in his ears, having the effect of awakening souls and cleansing Internal Demons.

”Good morning, teacher...”

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, instinctively wanting to greet this way.

It was instinct, a habit formed over hundreds of years as a student; when the bell rang, one would stand up and bow to the teachers as a sign of respect for one’s elders.

”Good morning, teacher!”

Before he could, seventeen students within the classroom stood up and excitedly greeted their teacher.

”Good morning, Headmaster!”

”Honored to meet Great Sun Immortal!”

”...”

At the same time, some other murmurs of respectful salutations could be heard.

Jiang Ding’s heart slightly furrowed as he looked towards his students.

First and foremost was Hua Xiaohua, the panda, who had transferred majors; short in stature, with water droplet-shaped eyes, and an adorably dumb look, sitting on her Thorn Spiked Greatsword as if it were a bench, seemingly unconcerned about being pricked.

The second, also familiar, was Fang Yilong.

He was the Spirit Farmer from the Xianmen Sect who placed second in the first Huashan Sword Discussion and had once been judged as having mediocre talent and a dull future. Yet, he had overcome the odds, with Mid-stage Foundation Building cultivation and had comprehended the Fire attribute Sword Intent.

He didn’t recognize the remaining five, who were likely the Sword Intent Sword Cultivators of the Xianmen Sect born during this period.

From the moment Xiaohua appeared, an overwhelming Sword Dao foundation began to surge, like floodwaters releasing stars one after another, bursting forth unstoppably from the bag.

Lastly, there were ten Foundation-building cultivators with condensed Divine Souls, staunch wills, and burgeoning Sword Qi, likely to be students who had a high chance to comprehend Sword Intent according to the Immortal Sect Examination Body’s assessment.

In total, seventeen people, this was the first class of the Qingfeng University Adult Sword Dao Department.

In fact, it was also the first class of the Immortal Path Adult Sword Dao Department.

Other schools, like Beidou University, Mulan University, and other such Xianmen Sect Cultivation Departments’ Adult Sword Dao Departments, had not yet begun recruiting because they lacked teaching staff and students, and needed more time to cultivate.

The people before him were not only students but also future teachers at other schools.

Their ages, on the whole, were much older.

Unlike freshmen just entering the university, they had experienced the warmth and chill of human relations in society, and they themselves had undergone many changes.

This wasn’t necessarily bad, for without such experiences, how could Sword Intent be born?

However...

”Hello, students.”

Jiang Ding returned the greeting and looked toward several students who called him ’Dean’ and ’Immortal,’ saying, ”In school, when you meet any senior, even if it’s an Immortal of Nascent Soul or a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Monarch, just call them ’teacher’. There’s no need for any other titles.”

”Yes, Teacher!”

The students immediately became anxious and swiftly responded in agreement.

Prior to this, some were company managers, some were in sales, and others worked in subordinate organizations of the Sword Dojo, each with different experiences and knowledge.

The one thing they had in common was their passion for and insight into the Sword Dao. They had never imagined that one day they could study at the most prestigious institution of the Xianmen Sect, in pursuit of the Immortal Path, hence they were understandably apprehensive and overly cautious, having prepared too much.

”There’s no need to worry about anything. The school is the most peaceful place in the Xianmen Sect, where no one can harm you, regardless of status.”

”Relax your mind...”

Jiang Ding spoke gently, soothing the group as if they were young children, and subconsciously reflected on whether he was being too harsh—it was, after all, his first time on the job, and he was not yet skilled in his duties.

”Ahem...”

”Now, let’s begin the class. Please open ’Sword Dao (Volume One)’...”

Jiang Ding glossed over the details and opened the textbook provided by the school.

The main editors of this book were senior figures such as Immortal Dinghai, Immortal Liexing, Immortal Chengyang, Canghai Heavenly Monarch, and... himself. Seniors like Dinghai had a profound mastery in education, while he was responsible for addressing issues in Sword Dao.

Moreover, the Adult Sword Dao Department didn’t revolve solely around Sword Dao lessons.

Just like other majors, and similar to Jiang Ding’s own journey of growth, the Adult Sword Dao Department required classes in Ideology and Ethics, Air-Space Combat System, Language Arts, Mathematics, and an elective. All of these constituted a part of the Immortal Path’s foundation, and every profession’s students had to learn them.

It’s worth mentioning that the Air-Space Combat System class was completely biased towards the Concealment model of the Air-Space Warplane, with a natural inclination towards the scouts’ role, devoid of other directions.

This direction in employment for Sword Cultivators was part of the Xianmen Sect’s job placement strategy and also integral to the overall combat system.

Language arts for Cultivation Method, and Mathematics for Formation Method, were correspondingly biased towards Sword Formation and Sword Dao categories. The teachers would organize these accordingly, eliminating the need for additional specialized courses.

This was an attempt to maximize the learning and interaction time between Sword Cultivators and students from other departments, removing the barriers created by differences in their paths. In routine training, Sword Cultivators needed to seek out enemies and guide the bombardment of the force, enhancing their ability to work as a team.

”Students, what is the foundation of Sword Dao?”

Before the class, Jiang Ding posed a question, looking at the children below with encouraging eyes.

”Teacher, it’s Sword Intent!”

Hua Xiaohua raised her paw eagerly.

”Correct, Xiaohua is very smart.”

”Sword Intent!”

Jiang Ding praised, ”That is the foundation for Sword Cultivators. Without Sword Intent, one cannot be called a Sword Cultivator. The life of a Sword Cultivator is spent honing Sword Intent and refining their Life Flying Sword. We Xianmen cultivators may also have to refine our sword scabbards, our Air-Space Warplanes...”

When it came to Air-Space Warplanes, Jiang Ding paused slightly, observing the seventeen students below.

Good, they were all blank slates.

They didn’t show the credulous look of Sword Cultivators from the Nine Great Immortal Sects, as if the sky were falling and their Dao hearts were shattering, foolishly. They obviously just naturally believed it, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Jiang Ding nodded in satisfaction.

These students hadn’t been tainted by incorrect views.