Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 497 - 482: Return to One's Homeland with Prestige and Power

Having received his answer, the Cave Gold True Monarch left joyously.

He was extremely busy, so taking out even this little bit of time for his true form was very difficult.

"Not bad, his head hasn't been turned by the sudden surge of power after his promotion."

Immortal Dinghai praised, "This is how we cultivators should be, if we can crush with overwhelming power, then crush with overwhelming power. Don't always think about overcoming challenges above your level, that's too dangerous and not a sustainable path."

After the two had finished talking, it was his turn to speak.

To go or not to go, each had its pros and cons.

Golden Pill Monks were already among the ranks of high-level cultivators, and such decisions involving one's path were better made by oneself.

No matter the outcome, it was best not to let others interfere.

"That's right."

"But somehow, it doesn't feel entirely correct."

Immortal Luling agreed with this, then frowned, "But it seems that sword cultivators aren't like this, this profession is very keen on fighting battles against equally matched opponents, desperately longing to be thrown into battle time and time again. Because this is how they can grow their sword intent, thereby gaining everything."

"You don't seem to have this tendency at all."

"Are you sure it's okay to be like this?"

He asked doubtfully.

When it came to the Sword Dao, he was a complete outsider.

"No."

Jiang Ding replied without hesitation, "The Sword Dao should be cautious. If you can crush with overwhelming power, why seek an equally matched fight?"

"This is a sign of a weakling who can't control their own heart and needs external pressure to break through."

"I don't like that."

"As long as you're confident in yourself, that's good. It's up to you,"

Immortal Luling also didn't know if this was right or wrong, and could only say helplessly.

After handling some important matters, the teacher and classmates quickly said their goodbyes, scattering in all directions, leaving the newly advanced Golden Pill Monk alone without further disturbance.

Jiang Ding didn't have anything else to do.

He went to Lianyun Airport to check the construction progress of the super warships and the sword-shaped drone swarm. Everything was proceeding normally.

Up to now, the construction of the super warship had been ongoing for over eighty years, with an estimated twenty to thirty more years needed until completion.

"But this..."

Jiang Ding beckoned with his hand.

In the sky, a shimmering, translucent, hundred-meter-long air-space warplane coated in silver-white stealth material appeared, a gigantic electromagnetic main gun in the center gleaming, flickering with a quiet blue light.

"This is somewhat falling behind the progress of my strength."

Third-order items, no matter how many, could no longer provide any enhancement to all aspects of his strength, speed, concealment, etc.

With a flick of Jiang Ding's thumb and forefinger, as if plucking a toothpick, he extracted the hundred-meter, ton-heavy electromagnetic main gun from the air-space warplane, his Divine Sense and mana pouring into it, refining it anew in an instant.

The aura of the supreme magic tool of the electromagnetic main gun faded away.

The internal array patterns rapidly increased, the Divine Sense Brand became intricate, and within a breath of time, the electromagnetic main gun transformed into a lower-grade treasure. Within a few breaths, it further changed into a medium-grade treasure.

The materials were too good!

Although it was called a supreme magic tool, in reality, after multiple upgrades, its materials were much more expensive than those of a top-grade magic treasure.

"It feels like refining it into a top-grade magic treasure would take at most a few years... yet it would still be of no use."

After fiddling with it for a while, Jiang Ding collected the electromagnetic main gun and air-space warplane, companions for many years.

In his younger days, he had planned to melt down the air-space warplane eventually and reclaim some of the materials, recovering part of the cost.

But now, he was not lacking in spirit stones and decided to keep them for memory's sake.

The blue robe on his body also flickered; the electromagnetic Stealth Robe, originally a top-grade treasure, was specifically sealed to allow Foundation-building cultivators to use it. Now it naturally returned to its peak state, and the seal collapsed in an instant when mana and Divine Sense rushed in, proving extremely fragile.

A top-grade Talisman Robe, if one could have it, would be enough to dominate among Golden Pill Monks and become a trump card.

Unfortunately, for him, it was no more than an optional piece of clothing.

"There's just so much to do next."

"Converting to the 'All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra' in the Golden Pill Realm, learning fourth-order array patterns with my transformed Divine Soul, without which I won't be able to drive the air-space battleship, and learning new third-order electromagnetic stealth spells, new third-order sword escaping techniques... I don't have those yet, they need time to be developed, and I must also find a way to acquire a new Nascent Treasure level robe..."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Many cultivation plans took shape in his mind.

"However, first I should return home, it has been three years, and I miss it quite a bit."

He took a step and transformed into a stream of blue-gold sword-light, which pierced through the sky with a sudden whoosh, breaking through the troposphere and into the stratosphere.

Divine Sense swept across the area, revealing air-space warplanes and warships constantly taking off and landing.

The sword-shaped escape light flickered, disappearing into the distance at a speed far surpassing that of the air-space warships.

...

Seven or eight minutes later, Rongcheng City came into view.

"This isn't bad at all,"

Jiang Ding said happily, "Although it's still not as fast as the instant teleportation of a Nascent Soul monk, traveling the tens of thousands of kilometers between home and school is almost like taking a walk down the street."

Within the residential area, lanterns were strung up and guests came and went continuously.

A banner hung above with the inscription: Congratulations to Patriarch Jiang Ding on his Successful Foundation Establishment, Extending Life by 600 Years!

A young man in blue robes landed.

"Who did this?"

"This style, why does it look so familiar?"

Jiang Ding couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time.

Upon reflection, a tinge of melancholy welled up in his heart.

Over a hundred years ago, when he had become the top scorer in two subjects of the college entrance examination, his uncle and grandfather had also invited family and friends to celebrate and show off, putting on a huge festivity with endless banquets, completely unaware of what it meant to be low-key.

This trace of melancholy slowly faded away.

"Jiang Ding!"

"You're back?"

Lin Yuanwang, who was boasting to someone, had sharp eyes and immediately called out loudly.

Whoosh!

A large crowd looked over in his direction.

A Golden Pill monk!

Alive, not just someone from the news broadcasts.

Many people had never seen one in their entire lives, the disparity in the levels of living and concepts of time between the two was simply too great.

Furthermore, the Longevity Seed species, unless necessary, did not wish to have overly intimate relations and emotional attachments with the Short Living species, as they would instinctively keep their distance.

Otherwise, once the Short Living species passed away, the deep sorrow in the monk's heart could severely impact the Dao Heart.

No one wanted to experience separation and loss every few decades, never to see each other again.

The crowd's searching gazes soon spotted a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth in blue robes.

Although he looked little different from the high school students at school, even more youthful, an indescribable aura set him apart from the actual high school students.

"Patriarch Jin Dan!"

"My grandfather met him when he was a kid, we even have a photo with him at home,"

"My great-grandfather and Elder Jiang were classmates..."

The crowd began to discuss among themselves, looking proud.

We are all neighbors, friends, and relatives of Patriarch Jin Dan!

"Ahem!"

Soon, someone coughed loudly and said, "Greetings to Elder Jiang!"

"Greetings to Elder Jiang!"

"Wishing you boundless fortune and immortality!"

The surrounding people also came back to their senses and paid their respects with congratulations, showing a mix of reverence and adoration.

All this might seem sycophantic and flattering, yet no one felt uncomfortable, humiliated, or that they had to overcome anything.

Because the youth in blue robes before them belonged to the same generation as their great-grandparents!

Whether it was children, teenagers, youngsters, or even the old with white hair and wrinkled faces, everyone without exception, felt diminutive in his presence.

He was a figure akin to an ancestor.

It was only natural for little ones to pay respects and convey their blessings to an ancestor, wasn't it?

"Everyone is too kind,"

Jiang Ding looked at the circle of young friends around him and instinctively revealed a kind smile.

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