Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

On the campus,

it was quiet and spacious.

Now and then, withered yellow leaves were blown onto the path and then swept away, scattering sparsely.

Occasionally, teachers and students hurried by, all looking busy, as if they had matters to attend to.

On the basketball court, a few students were playing basketball, while on the soccer field, several couples snuggled up to each other, their laughter breaking out from time to time.

Jiang Ding unconsciously employed the Art of Small Concealment as he passed by them and left the campus.

"What the hell!"

He was immediately startled by the dense crowd.

Outside the school gate was a thronging crowd, encircling the area in layers, with only a few security guards managing to form human walls to carve out narrow paths for people to come and go.

Many held banners and placards, hardly any different from a fan chase scene at a celebrity's concert.

"Top Scholar of the Fairy Door!"

"Dari Swordsman!"

"Future Immortal of Nascent Soul!"

All kinds of slogans were displayed, and many were shouting fervently, even more exaggerated than a top star's concert scene, and it had been going on for at least three days.

Lin Wanqiu and Uncle Lin Yong, along with a few others including Jiang Yuan, were pushed to the very front, their faces showing helplessness.

It was as if Jiang Ding had never before seen a living Golden Pill Monk from Xianmen Sect.

Many local residents of Rongcheng City were also curious about the future Immortal of Nascent Soul and wanted to take advantage of not being busy to come have a look, hoping for a photo opportunity to brag about on social media.

Jiang Ding activated the Optical Invisibility function of his camouflage suit and slipped through the crowd.

This was just ordinary camouflage.

The top-grade Special Treasure Surveillance Camouflage he had ordered was still in transit, costing tens of thousands of Spirit coins, expected to arrive in a few days. Then his concealment ability would be even stronger than during live-action simulations.

As long as there were no Golden Pill Monks or extremely special Foundation-building cultivators around, it was unlikely that anyone could find him if he intended to hide.

Once he had walked a distance, Jiang Ding took out his phone at a bus stop and sent a message to his mother and sister.

Before long, the crowd gathered at the school gate dispersed in disappointment.

"Where's Brother? Where's Little Tree?"

Jiang Yuan walked over out of curiosity, but she saw nothing and did not feel the sensation that was said to come from being scanned by gazes or anything of the sort.

"Uncle, Mom, why have you been waiting for so long? Mom, don't you have work?"

Jiang Ding casually asked, his voice clearly reaching the ears of the three people.

"Ah, Dingding, where are you..."

Lin Wanqiu was startled.

"Here."

For a moment, Jiang Ding's figure blurred, then quickly disappeared.

"Ah! Brother!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up, and she lunged forward, grabbing the invisible figure and groping around before being pushed aside.

"The factory manager gave me leave, and there wasn't much to do..."

Lin Wanqiu said with a bitter smile.

When the bus arrived, the three of them boarded it together, swiping their cards four times and taking the bus home.

Only then did Jiang Ding deactivate his invisibility.

A youth in blue clothes appeared, handsome in feature, with a black-sheathed longsword at his waist, his gaze calm like a tranquil lake, and a faint residual aura of the battlefield that deterred people from looking directly at him.

"This is our Dari Swordsman, the young Immortal of Nascent Soul. He really does have that kind of presence!"

Uncle Lin Yong scrutinized him for a while before finally exclaiming.

"Immortal of Nascent Soul..."

Lin Wanqiu's eyes glazed over, almost believing she was dreaming a fantasy.

"Brother!"

Jiang Yuan threw herself at him, winding around like an octopus.

"Show me the tree, show me the tree!"

Whoosh!

An Azure Flying Sword flew out from his sleeve and settled in the middle of the living room; metallic threads spread from it, the tip turning into roots, and the hilt into a trunk and branches.

An azure metallic tree materialized before everyone's eyes, floating in the air, half a meter tall, not fully unfolded yet.

"So beautiful!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were filled with little stars as she forcefully pulled on a leaf, the touch warm and smooth as jade.

"Yuan Yuan, be careful!"

Lin Wanqiu couldn't help but say.

She had seen with her own eyes that this little thing had slain not just one, but several foundation-building cultivators. Merely a slight overflow of its power could pierce through an entire building!

"It's okay, it's safe. Even if Jiang Yuan wanted to get hurt, she couldn't manage it."

Jiang Ding reassured her.

As his painstakingly crafted magic tool, the flying sword naturally felt an affinity for Jiang Yuan and would not trigger any warning or counterattack.

"But still."

Jiang Ding picked up Jiang Yuan, who was trying to bend a twig, and placed her in front of him, saying sternly,

"Remember, you mustn't touch anyone else's magic tool. Just a slight touch could turn you into blood mist, chopped into countless pieces, understand?"

"This, I know..."

Jiang Yuan struggled, wanting to touch the small tree again.

"You see."

Without saying much, Jiang Ding used his Xiantian True Qi to shape into threads, picked up a stainless steel frame chair, and placed it on the blue-golden tree.

Buzz!

With a gentle stir from the sword qi, the sturdy chair immediately turned into crumb powder, breaking apart into tiny fragments that fell.

"I get it!!"

Immediately, Jiang Yuan's eyes widened, her hands trembling a bit, hardly able to believe that she had just touched such a terrifying thing.

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong gasped in astonishment.

"Where did you get your flying sword? Could it possibly be one of those legendary fortuitous encounters?!"

Lin Yong marveled with clicking tongue.

"Rongcheng City's special scholarship."

Jiang Ding explained.

"Alas, having high scores in moral conduct really brings many benefits. Unfortunately, you can't teach this stuff, or else it would be great to tutor Yuanyuan a bit."

He sighed.

"We have a suggestion and wanted to discuss it with you."

Lin Yong said earnestly, not presuming to decide just because his nephew was young.

"Your grandfather has heard the news of you becoming the Top Scholar of the Xianmen Sect and has been so happy he couldn't sleep for several nights. He wants to hold a lavish banquet to celebrate, inviting friends and relatives to join in the festivity."

"You know, the old man is very conscious of face. He wishes he could stop everyone who passes by just to boast a little, worrying they might not know that he has a grandchild who's the Top Scholar of the Xianmen Sect."

"He's been pondering over the various details for the banquet, fearing that something might not be done well."

"If you feel it's inappropriate, I'll go back and persuade him, dissuade him from sending out invitations before he starts."

Lin Wanqiu looked somewhat sheepishly at Jiang Ding.

Sword cultivator.

Legend has it that they are cold as ice, seldom approached by the living, slayers of countless beings, spending their lives either in battle or on the path toward it, earning the nickname Sword Lunatics.

The idea of enjoying a celebratory banquet seemed somewhat out of sync with such a description.

"Sure!"

Jiang Ding showed a look of joy and anticipation.

"I also really want to meet friends and relatives."

Jiang Yuan pouted her lips.

He hardly seemed genuine.

"Just one thing."

Jiang Ding's smile faded.

"We cannot accept any money or gifts, anything received will be personally returned by me one by one."

He didn't want to owe anyone favors over a few spirit coins and have to face them in the future with an embarrassment.

"Rest assured on that!"

Lin Yong was overjoyed.

"You underestimate your uncle and grandfather. Wouldn't we understand such a small matter? It's just a simple celebration, and everyone will be happy."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding nodded and then asked about another matter, "Mom, do you think Qingfeng University is better, or Beidou University?"