Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 562 - 547: Heroes of the Sword Dao from All Under the Heavens Have Fallen into My Net

"I understand," Jiang Ding nodded earnestly.

Army Formations were the Xianmen Sect's strongest point, and as a citizen of the Xianmen Sect, it was best to join if possible, because that was the only way to grasp the most powerful legacy.

"That's good, let's continue with the explanation of the Nascent Soul condensation process, transforming the Golden Pill into an infant. The Golden Pill is the chaotic state of the Nascent Soul like the very first development of a human infant..."

Yuan glossed over that matter and began to elaborate on the lesson.

...

Months of class time flew by.

After class,

Jiang Ding said goodbye to An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng.

For the next seven to eight years, they would fall into a deep retreat, polishing their own mana and Divine Sense for the last time before directly assaulting the Golden Pill.

Jiang Ding and Yu Qianzi flew together towards the dormitory area for Golden Pill Monks; her Guanghan Palace was also located in that area.

Yu Qianzi was always sullen and silent.

"What's the matter? Not adjusting well to the Xianmen Sect, feeling homesick?" Jiang Ding noticed her mood was off and consoled, "When my super warship comes into being, I won't beat you up every day, at most once or twice a year, it won't kill anyone."

"Shut up, you don't have it now."

"Remember, the next Air Space class is on this day next year." Yu Qianzi huffed lightly, issuing a threat as her Escape Light accelerated, disappearing into the horizon.

Jiang Ding froze.

She had been too full of herself today and almost forgot that the future was not today's concern.

In the coming years, she needed to intensify her mastery of swordsmanship, striving to advance quickly into the second realm of the Sword Dao, Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

Otherwise, being beaten all the time was not something to look forward to.

Returning to her dormitory on Silver Sky Island, behind her, the Sun God Wood broke through the soil, its trunk thundering upwards into the sky, its canopy spread in all directions, encompassing over a thousand meters, shading the land and blocking the sun.

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence converged here, the brilliant glow shining for tens of kilometers.

Beneath the tree, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, and with each inhale and exhale, the Sun God Wood flickered with the light.

Spiritual Energy flooded in from the outside world, first filtered through the canopy of the Sun God Wood, then surged into the Elixir Field, refined by the meridians constructed by the "All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra" within her body, poured into the deep blue patterns between her eyebrows, absorbing some unknown substance for the growth of the mark on her forehead, and finally flowed into the Elixir Field, accumulating as mana.

That was the whole cultivation process, and a Zhou Tian took three months, not to be interrupted easily.

This was why high-level cultivators hated being disturbed during their practice, for one interruption meant three months of effort was wasted, necessitating a restart.

A few more interruptions, and even disciples, grandchildren, and beloved wives became irrelevant, with killing intent arising.

After several months, a cycle of Zhou Tian cultivation ended.

Jiang Ding began to refine her Flying Sword; afterwards, she went to school, returned home, occasionally opened the library to read the latest research findings, developed new sword techniques and Sword Escaping, participated in the research of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, and studied and trained in Army Formations...

Add to that the affairs of her Gold-92 avatar in the Northern Plains and the Elaborate Method Spiritual Puppet avatar in the Immortal City Sword Dojo buildings; the tasks of both were numerous and complex.

And so forth.

Essentially, every day was incredibly fulfilling.

There were no years in the Cultivation realm.

Time passed like this for three years, rather brief, for Golden Pill Monks, it was only the duration of three cultivation cycles.

Jiang Ding silently recited the "Great Sun Heavenly Pond Sword Refining Method," completed the refinement of the nineteenth Earth Evil Prohibition, and collected the Taiqing Flying Sword, which had turned from bright red back to its original deep blue color, into the space between his eyebrows for nourishment. He then shifted his attention to this year's high exam.

At the moment, the cold weapons high exam of the Xianmen Sect was underway.

It wasn't a coincidence that he had specifically chosen this time to finish work and allocate a bit of fragmented time.

The Xianmen Sect high exam remained the same old routine; it hadn't changed much in over a hundred years.

More than a million candidates started the assessment at the same time, each fighting their chosen opponent, resulting in over six hundred thousand live streaming screens. Every parent concerned about their child could find something of interest on the Xianmen Sect's live streaming website.

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense surged into the Xianmen Sect live streaming website, choosing to watch all the cold weapons high exam live streams.

In an instant,

over five hundred thousand screens unfolded densely around him in space. They were as small as thumbs, flickering with colors too rapid for the naked eye to discern, resembling a mosaic of light spots.

"Not bad,"

Jiang Ding glanced over with his Divine Sense and felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"After nine years of nurturing and supporting, the percentage of Xianmen Sect citizens using swords in the cold weapons high exam has now reached 87.9%."

"As for the rest, apart from those with special hobbies, there are those with family traditions or simply those who perform poorly."

"In another twenty or thirty years, the number of sword users should be able to reach over ninety-five percent,"

Jiang Ding spoke with confidence.

Those who chose swordsmanship could easily find excellent instructors and swordmasters. Not only was the quality high, but the prices were also cheap, and the level of swordsmanship taught far outstripped that of other cold weapons like hammers, knives, spears, and axes by more than just a few notches.

The effort put into the Elaborate Method Spiritual Puppets over these years had not been in vain.

The Gold Core Training Classes had been conducted for eighteen terms already, with over sixty people in each term. That totaled over a thousand swordsmanship teachers personally trained by gold core sword cultivators, who had entered the market and joined both public and private schools. Because of the high penalty for breaching the training agreement they had signed, they truly devoted themselves to training qualified students.

Such a multiplying effect had led to tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of qualified swordmasters in the Xianmen Sect.

Furthermore, with the annual Mount Hua Swordfight, the Sword Dao ranking competitions, swordsmanship movies, swordsmanship games, and swordsmanship celebrities creating a sensation, the sword culture within the Xianmen Sect had undergone a groundbreaking transformation over nine years.

If you wanted to learn the sword, there were coaches, companions, and higher levels of competition available for you.

If you didn't fancy swords and had a passion for hammers instead, that was also fine, but you would have to settle for far less competent teachers, a lack of discussion and interest around you, putting you inherently behind the starting line.

Even if you were exceptionally talented and managed to catch up from behind, this would only allow you to surpass those with much weaker talents than yours.

If you had comparable talent, or even slightly less than yours, they would have already left you so far behind that you couldn't see their backs anymore, not even on the same level as you.

"Not bad, not bad at all,"

As Jiang Ding looked at the screens filled with longswords and flying swords whirling chaotically, and listened to the clanging metallic sounds, a sense of satisfaction grew in his heart, akin to an Elder Nong facing a golden wheat field in the autumn.

This one million people, every year another million.

At the very least, two to three hundred thousand of them would take the slow path on the Xianmen Sect's classic route, trying out the Sword Dao to see if they had any talent in that area.

After several layers of filtering, those who ultimately pursued the Sword Dao would surely number in the thousands, right?

The talent of these people was precisely this!

With thousands of people each year, all with some talent for the Sword Dao, the continuous input of talents into the Xianmen Sect's Sword Dao was assured.

"Huh... this little panda?"

Jiang Ding suddenly let out a light gasp and enlarged one of the live-stream screens.

In the picture,

a round black-and-white figure a little over a meter tall and plump in stature stood atop a mountain, gripping a three-meter-long fierce spiked greatsword, cloaked in dense, molten lava-like sword qi spikes, and watched its opponent with adorable, large eyes.

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