Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Xiandu.

Under the supervision of Immortal Dinghai, teachers in charge of scoring began to grade each student's examination, assigning scores.

The efficiency of cultivators' Divine Sense was extremely high, with the hope of finishing all the grading within six hours, and then repeatedly checking over the next two days to ensure no issues arose, with several teachers cross-checking without significant discrepancies.

"Taoist soldier rebellion..."

Immortal Dinghai took out a report, pondering for a moment.

"Rebellion?"

Immortal Huangmao, who had been wandering around, was drawn in and glanced over the report: "The probability of the Liyun Sect daoist soldiers rebelling under life-and-death crisis is 33.4%, Tianhai Sect daoist soldiers 14.1%..."

"These ungrateful bastards dare to rebel?!!"

Immortal Huangmao's nose was practically askew with anger: "Have they even looked at how miserable the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace's mortal world is, or what life was like when they served the fairy sects as dogs?!"

"Although mortals live in a feudal society, it is always a prosperous one. Although cultivators can't reach the level of Nascent Soul, those who can practice cultivation live a normal cultivation life without any restrictions!"

"They dare to rebel in such good times?!"

"It's very normal."

Immortal Dinghai smiled and said, "Compared to the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, Xianmen Sect naturally seems much better, but it's also about plundering. More than eighty percent of resources are taken, cultivators serve as Taoist soldiers in wars for the sect, and those who do not meet the combat standards labor in elixir and spirit mine bases until the retirement age of eighty. It's normal for them to hold resentment."

"Normal my ass!"

"Who has been normal with them? How do you usually deal with this kind of situation?"

"Direct rebels are executed in the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm, while the same troop's daoist soldiers are punished with twenty years of labor as mine slaves, and the responsible sect has to increase its resource offerings to ninety percent for ten years."

Immortal Dinghai replied without a second thought.

"Too light, way too light!"

Immortal Huangmao was highly dissatisfied: "All Taoist soldiers of the same group and sect should be executed. For instance, this Liyun Sect, with its high rate of rebellion, there's clearly a problem with their nurturing and ideological education. Recent generations of daoist soldiers should be eradicated."

"In terms of taxation, increase it by one hundred fifty percent for twenty years. If they fail to meet it, annihilate them and let Xianmen Sect cultivate a new daoist soldier school on their ruins."

"The new ones will be better, the new ones will be more obedient."

"Can you even collect one hundred fifty percent in taxes?"

Immortal Dinghai exclaimed, curious about the old cultivators' method of taxation.

"Stupid! It means making their sect use their own savings to make up for the shortfall in tax revenue. Xianmen Sect would rejuvenate itself financially anyway, and it's the same if they fail to meet it."

"Then let's do as the senior suggests."

Unlike the debate regarding the Dari Swordsman, Immortal Dinghai agreed casually.

"Senior, the college entrance exam has ended, and less than a day remains before the deadline given by the Central Array Spirit Computer for your final sentence. You'd better find a nearby prison..."

He kindly reminded.

"Pah! Young man, are you itching for a fight, nosing into my business?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

...

After sleeping for three days straight, Jiang Ding woke up.

The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed softly, its exhausted Divine Soul now fully rejuvenated. He had control over every meridian throughout his body, with Xiantian True Qi flowing ceaselessly within.

Starting from the Elixir Field, it surged through the 108,822 meridians and returned to the Elixir Field, cycling endlessly without pause.

"Ding!"

"College entrance exam scores for all subjects have been released. Examinees may log on to the education website to view their scores and choose their preferred colleges."

The prompt from the Array Spirit took Jiang Ding by surprise, stirring his emotions.

Somewhat apprehensively, he dared not make any moves for a moment.

After wrestling with his thoughts for a while, he summoned a search box within the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm, entered the Xianmen education website address, clicked into it, and logged in with his student ID, identification number, name, and exam admission ticket number.

He opened the college entrance exam scores.

Name: Jiang Ding

Chinese (Full score 150): 138

Mathematics (Full score 150): 137

Political Education (Full score 150): 149

Science Comprehensive (Full score 300, Biology, Chemistry, Physics): 287

Liberal Arts (Full score of 100, History, Geography): 98

Bonus Elective—

Cultivation (Full score of 300): Peak of Xiantian, 300

Main Weapon Elective (Full score of 60): Machine Gun (Full score of 30): 30; Tank Driving (Full score of 30): 0

Secondary Cold Weapon Elective (Full score of 40): 40

Actual Combat (Full score of 150): 147

Total Score: 1326

"In the Year 11127 Xianmen College Entrance Exam, you scored 1326 points, ranked 86th in Xianmen and 5th in Qian Province."

"In the Cold Weapon elective assessment, and the Ideological and Moral aspects, you have achieved the highest score in the 11127 College Entrance Exam."

"Brother here is the top scholar in two Xianmen College Entrance Exams!"

Jiang Ding straightened up.

Standing up, he summoned a mirror and closely inspected the youth in the reflection, not sparing any detail, not even a single strand of hair.

"The strongest prodigy ever in the history of Rongcheng City is none other than me."

"It's just a shame that I couldn't reach the level of a Second-Order Array Master in tank driving, Language, and Mathematics; I lost too many points there. Otherwise, I would have been the undisputed top scholar in Xianmen."

Jiang Ding felt slightly regretful.

After straightening out his appearance, he opened the hatch and walked out.

"You're out, huh? The college entrance exam is over. From now on, you can hang out—holy shit!"

The logistics department teacher was still lying on the chaise, looking lazy, when suddenly, with a 'whoosh', light from a wind-based magic rippled and he instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ding.

"Dari Swordsman!"

The Azure Flying Sword trembled slightly before calming down.

"Teacher, isn't that a bit exaggerated? I already told you not to call me by this misleading nickname."

Jiang Ding said helplessly.

"Sorry, sorry!"

The logistics department teacher, a middle-aged cultivator with a beer belly, rubbed his hands, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Everyone online calls you that. The name Jiang Ding is too common; there must be at least hundreds of thousands in Xianmen… Um, Student Jiang Ding, could you write me a piece of calligraphy?"

He produced a piece of Xuan paper and a brush from nowhere, both flickering with spiritual light, looking pricey.

They were at least made of spiritual materials and lower-grade magic tools.

"I could, I guess… But are you sure my writing is valuable? To be honest, my calligraphy isn't that pretty."

"Pretty or not isn't important!"

The beer-bellied teacher spread the Xuan paper out with mana, chuckling, "You don't know, do you? The most important thing about writing is the person's identity. Top scholar in two subjects of Xianmen, a future Immortal of Nascent Soul when young, writing his first piece of calligraphy after the college exam—many collectors would be very interested."

"I'm lucky today. Having first run into you, I thought I'd take the chance to get a collectible piece of calligraphy to brag about in the future for my Gao family."

"Well, alright then."

Jiang Ding picked up the brush, infused it with Xiantian True Qi, and asked, "Teacher, what would you like me to write?"

"How about 'Wishing Gao Xiaoliu health, happiness, safety, prosperity, and success in the future'? Gao Xiaoliu is my son, he's in his second year of junior high this year, and quite a handful."

"No problem."

Jiang Ding began to write, his characters flowing from his brush.

The beer-bellied teacher observed carefully.

He noticed the writing actually wasn't bad-looking. It was standard, with strokes similar to those printed by a copy shop, without any of the wild, spirited elegance and profound charm of a calligraphist, known as the 'craftsman's spirit.'

In terms of calligraphy, it would be considered valueless.

However, even though the characters were just that, characters, with none of the chiseled sharpness of Thin Gold style, one could still feel a distinct sharpness in between the strokes. Vaguely, there was a sense of an azure sun rising, merging into the scenery of the nine heavens.

Staring at it for too long caused a sensation of eye pain as if they were being cut, and tears involuntarily flowed down, prompting him to quickly look away.

"It's done, teacher. Do you see anything else that needs to be changed?"

After a few breaths, finishing the last stroke, Jiang Ding handed back the brush and asked.

"No, no, thank you very much, Student Jiang Ding!"

Amidst the logistics department teacher's repeated thanks, Jiang Ding left the room.