Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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Seven days of classes flashed by in a blink.

Jiang Ding did not continue practicing swordsmanship in the Fog Spirit Pearl but devoted all his time to healing. After several days, his injuries had somewhat healed, but his complexion was still deathly pale.

"It will take another month for the wounds on my Divine Soul to heal,"

Jiang Ding briefly calculated, took a deep breath, and felt the peril of clashing Sword Intents.

As for harming the foundation, that was impossible.

The superior artifacts that had been specially refined, and after having been thoroughly checked by the Central Array Spirit Computer, could not possibly damage the foundation unless one deliberately sought death.

End of class arrived.

Rows of Air-Space Warplanes returned and lined up neatly. Beams of Escape Light flew to Immortal Luling's presence, standing tall and proud like nails, in complete silence.

Someone was a little late; everyone else had already arrived, with just one person missing.

This drew many disapproving gazes.

The students here were the top elites of the Xianmen Sect, with their schedules packed with scientific research, cultivation, study, and the tempering of artifact embryos.

Merely missing a few seconds out of thin air was enough to slightly sour their moods.

Jiang Ding's Sword Intent and Divine Sense scanned over and felt this mood. He confirmed the time again, which was still within the specified range, and paid no attention to it.

The Escape Light turned, and he took his place beside Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, who had specifically reserved a spot for him, standing properly in position.

Many male students were even more displeased at this scene.

"Combat within the Air-Space system requires both training and learning; you need to excel in both,"

"After class, pay more attention to supplementing your knowledge of military formations,"

Immortal Luling, always straightforward and decisive in his actions, spent a few seconds individually commenting and advising each student:

"Dismissed."

"Yes!"

The multitude of students responded and were about to disperse when a voice emerged.

"Report!"

A young man with a soft and feminine demeanor glanced at Jin Lingfeng and spoke up loudly.

As a Late Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he was remarkably adept in directing military formations, commanding three Air-Space Camps to form a grand array as easily as if they were his own limbs, his performance ranking high among many students.

"Speak."

Immortal Luling was always quick and decisive in his manner.

"Why isn't this student Jiang Ding participating in the military formation practice?"

"This is against the rules of Xianmen Sect."

The soft-featured young man, having been taught by Immortal Luling for many years, was equally straightforward and displeased in his tone.

The other students halted their steps, also showing curious glances.

Just like how Jiang Ding wouldn't deliberately pay attention to the annual top scholars of Xianmen Sect that followed him, these elite students—some as young as thirty to forty years, others over a hundred—did not recognize a dual-top scholar from the year 11127.

There were many such individuals here.

"Give him a sword."

Immortal Luling spared Jiang Ding a glance, opting for the most efficient explanation.

"Yes."

Despite his pale complexion, Jiang Ding brandished his sword.

Boom!

Lines of magnetic virtual lines crossed, and the Azure Flying Sword vanished with a burst in the air.

"Sword Intent!"

The soft-featured young man's face changed dramatically, recognizing the value instantly. As his body frantically retreated, eighteen Golden Spear Magical Tool embryos shot forward to intercept.

Fireballs, wind blades, and a barrage of Magic overflowed the sky, and his body was layered with multiple shields. His reaction was standard and pleasing to the eye, showing highly tactical literacy.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword appeared, and with one slash, the Spiritual Light of the eighteen Golden Spear Magical Tool embryos was extinguished and dimmed, scattering in all directions.

The Flying Sword didn't slow down as it pierced through the numerous Magic, shattered three layers of shields, and halted at the soft-featured young man's throat.

The young man stiffened, his hands, which were performing a Mana Technique, stopped.

"Golden Core Battle Power!"

"Which Immortal Sect have you infiltrated Xianmen Sect as a spy from?"

He exclaimed in shock.

The surrounding students looked at Jiang Ding in amazement, reassessing this new student as if committing his appearance to memory.

Jiang Ding did not answer his question.

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"Student Huang Yan, do you have any further questions?"

Immortal Luling asked.

"Reporting, no questions."

Huang Yan said loudly.

"Class dismissed."

Immortal Luling's figure disappeared from sight.

The other students hesitated for a moment, not coming forward to make conversation, and dispersed on their own.

All being elites of the Xianmen Sect, they possessed a certain pride. They weren't the kind to fawn over others, nor did they need to; their own abilities were sufficient.

Three of them left together.

"Why does he bear hostility toward me?"

Jiang Ding sent a message telepathically.

A hint of killing intent instinctively spread, suspecting that the other party might be in collusion with the Xu's.

Although the other students also showed slight emotional fluctuations, that was normal. Humans instinctively have a slight aversion to those who are different from themselves, nothing strange about that.

But that person harbored much more negative emotions.

It seemed to be related to Jin Lingfeng as well.

"It's not what you think."

Jin Lingfeng knew him well, and said with a smile, "He was just a match my mother thought would be good for me, a match with her friend's son."

"I may not like Huang Yan, but he's not the kind of person Xu Jianian is."

"So it's just plain envy and jealousy? The competitive instinct of human males?"

Jiang Ding hesitated.

He had not encountered such a thing before and couldn't judge its veracity.

"That's probably it."

An Siyan chuckled.

"If that's the case, it's nothing."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, the killing intent faded and disappeared.

Upon reaching the dormitory area, the three separated, each living about twenty or so kilometers apart, quite close to each other.

They did not change dormitories upon advancing to graduate studies.

Unless it was wartime, the Xianmen Sect would not provide students with resources beyond their level, and even Qingfeng University only offered top resources for each realm.

He unfolded the blue-gold large tree and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing for a number of days.

After some of his Divine Soul had recovered, his figure disappeared from sight.

Jinlingshan Mountain.

The breeze blew, causing waves of wheat to ripple, the heads of grain shimmering with Spiritual Light, plump and full, with a rich fragrance of grain that exceeded that of First-order Spiritual Plants.

"It's been another three years since we last met."

As Divine Consciousness Scanned his surroundings, Jiang Ding sighed softly.

The deeper one went into cultivation, the more one felt the swift passage of time, and before realizing it, years had gone by without accomplishing much.

Taking into account the time previously spent planting, this Gold Magical Wheat had been cultivated for six or seven years. Nourished by a Second-Order Top-Grade Spiritual Vein on Jinlingshan Mountain, it had finally grown into a Second-order Spiritual Plant.

It was time to harvest.

With long-term consumption, he should be able to save some cultivation time without any risk of poison of magical pellets.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword unsheathed from his brow, azure Sword-light crisscrossing through the Spirit Field, slaying pests and harvesting ears of wheat. The Sword Qi spread throughout the field, turning the straw and roots into crumb powder, which then returned to the soil.

Once again, he retained one-tenth of the strongest Second-order Golden Spirit Wheat with the most vitality.

"Leave a bit behind, perhaps in a hundred years or so, when I reach the Golden Core, I'll be able to eat the Third-order Spirit Wheat I plant now," Jiang Ding thought.

He performed a Mana Technique, and a gentle drizzle of Spiritual Rain began to fall, mixed with drops of mild golden Spiritual Power, watering the newly planted Spirit Field.

Having finished the work in the field, he collected the Storage Bags piled up in small heaps, as well as a message from the new maid of Jinlingshan Mountain, Chang Xiatu.

"There are even fewer specimens, the accumulation of three years isn't even as much as a few days in the past. It will be even less in the future."

"My Lanshan Copper Mine suffered an attack and destruction by cultivators from Xuetu Hall, but they were later repelled. The mining output of Spirit Copper, Gray Iron Stones, and Poisonous Liquid Silver has halved. It will take at least ten years to recover."

A frown creased Jiang Ding's brow as he continued to read.

"Qiyu Sect has formed an alliance with Tushan Monster Country. King Kong Que and King Chihu brought generals and offspring to visit Qiyushan Mountain, and have been guests for several years. Xuetu Hall's offensive has retracted, improving the situation of our sect..."

"A year from now, the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit will ripen, and senior elders will send someone to inform the master..."