Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 564 - 549 News of the Immortal Technique

"It seems that the cold weapons division champion is settled..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

The "Divine Tortoise Magma Thorn Sword Canon" comes from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion. As a mature and established cultivation method, it naturally couldn't have any significant flaws.

Wishing for agility to kite around was simply wishful thinking.

The longer the duration, the higher the burst, the more precise the lock. Hua Xiaohua's innate slow reaction is not a defect but a huge advantage, perfectly aligning with this cultivation method.

If he could comprehend sword intent in the future, it might be possible for him to strike later but arrive first. Thorns would be everywhere, the further away the more dangerous it would be. It would be impossible for the enemies to flee; they would have to turn around to face the battle, or they would die even faster.

Waiting for several days,

meant nothing to a Golden Pill Monk.

Jiang Ding just closed his eyes, gently refined his mana, opened his eyes, and the cold weapons exam of this year had ended.

The champion of the cold weapons division

was named Hua Xiaohua, from the Panda Clan.

Hua Xiaohua rolled dizzily over the sea where he defeated the last enemy, sprawling into a big character shape.

"A grand step for the Panda Clan!"

The Wolong Mountain Panda Base erupted in celebration, with pandas big and small cheering and jumping for joy, celebrating the Panda Clan's first champion in the Xianmen Sect exam.

"A good start,"

Jiang Ding nodded.

"I hope that from now on, all champions of the cold weapons division, and even the top hundred, will be sword cultivation practitioners."

"That is only as it should be,"

"Professionals should never be surpassed by amateurs dabbling for fun; it would be too shameful."

He glanced briefly at the real combat college entrance examination tests that followed. Things were largely the same: tanks, machine guns, artillery, and several Panda Clan candidates dressed in powered armor, acting as the vanguard of a great army, with their naturally sturdy bodies.

Nothing else managed to interest him.

The Xianmen Sect entrance exam occurred once a year, over a hundred times in more than a hundred years, it had long exhausted whatever curiosity he had left.

Divine Sense connected to the Elaborate Method Spiritual Puppet remaining in the Sword Dojo building.

Insights into magic spells like "Magnetic Space Flash" and "Magnetic Concealment Skills" were transmitted, along with developments in the Sword Dojo over the years.

Inside the Sword Dojo building.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, his Divine Sense looking towards the training ground in the middle of the building.

An old man with dark skin, around forty or fifty, looking like Elder Nong, and several cultivators in their thirties and forties were bustling around, teaching students, cultivating, practicing swordsmanship, each busy at their respective posts.

These were the rising stars from the annual Mount Hua sword competition.

They possessed outstanding talent in the Sword Dao, a complete passion for it, and having not achieved much in other areas, they joined the path of the sword without any hesitation or regret.

Even if the way of the sword was shrouded in mist at the time.

For there was no other clear path ahead.

"These are the fellow travelers on the path,"

Jiang Ding nodded, looking towards Fang Yilong who appeared like Elder Nong.

Three years had passed, and his changes were significant. The lowest level cultivation method had transformed into a Fa-Level Technique, and it was a sword technique captured from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

This sword technique was the significant reason for him breaking through his limits and successfully switching to sword cultivation.

The rest also began to switch their cultivation practices, and they welcomed changes in their abilities.

"Incomplete Golden Pill cultivation methods..."

"Incomplete Nascent Soul cultivation methods..."

"Incomplete Foundation Building cultivation methods..."

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept over Fang Yilong and the others, sighing to himself.

It wasn't that there were no complete sword cultivation methods.

Even the Divinity Transformation Stage's "Great Sun Sword Sutra" existed, but it wasn't a fit. According to the calculations of the Central Array Spirit Computer, the most suitable methods for them were the ones they were cultivating now.

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Compared to the vast sea of cultivation methods and scriptures, there are too few sword cultivation methods, unable to match every single person.

Broken paths, roads filled with chaotic fog, this is not an empty phrase, but reflects in all aspects.

Cultivation methods, elixirs, magic tools, sword training grounds, sword refining materials... almost every direction is an uncharted sea, a blank slate, requiring who knows how many generations of sword cultivators to research and develop, to expend their efforts, so that they could pave the way for their descendants to walk smoothly.

Of course, they are not worried now.

They, now, are filled with longing to establish their foundation and feel that achieving this foundation would fulfill their lives, as their lifelong dreams are within reach. Affairs more distant are not considered for the moment.

"I wish fellow Daoists that one day you may achieve the great Dao."

Jiang Ding silently sent his good wishes, closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for dozens of miles around, and once again sank into a deep state of cultivation.

Cultivation is timeless.

Attending classes, cultivating, going to school, practicing swordsmanship, researching sword techniques, learning the Infant Formation Secret Art, the Sword Escaping Technique...

Time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye,

Nine years passed.

Beneath the Sun God Wood,

Four fifteen-ton mountains of gold, silver, copper, and iron dissolved in the elixir fire and Sun Flame Crystal, transforming into the essences of these four metals, mixing with the Gengjin Qi of number 21, guided by Jiang Ding's Divine Sense, to inscribe prohibition after prohibition onto the glowing red Taiqing Flying Sword.

After a long time, the final stroke was etched.

Hum,

Humming!

The Taiqing Flying Sword trembled, its terrifying aura intensified by a notch, undergoing a phased change.

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense probed into it.

He saw, thirty-six Earth Evil Prohibitions interlocking closely, with array patterns enhancing each other, all lighting up one by one, forming an indistinguishable whole.

Thirty-six Earth Evil Prohibitions!

Top-grade magic treasure!

After eighteen years of refining, the Taiqing Flying Sword had finally become a top-grade magic treasure.

Ding!

Jiang Ding lightly flicked the body of the sword, and could distinctly feel the Taiqing Flying Sword's jubilation; for it, this promotion was a significant increase in power, one that could impact a Nascent Soul battle.

"Another eighteen years, and it will achieve Earth Evil Perfection, ascending to a Nascent Treasure, which will greatly increase its power," Jiang Ding silently calculated.

Below the Nascent Soul Stage, there are no bottlenecks for him; it's just a matter of following the process step by step.

"Moreover,"

Jiang Ding stood up, took out a token, upon which the characters 'Falling Void' faintly glimmered, intermittently snuffing out and lighting up again.

"The Luoxu Clan, which had flourished in the Northern Plains more than ten thousand years ago, was ultimately destroyed by the undefeated ancestors of the Northern Plains' twenty-eight families. Their exploration of the void reached depths far beyond the average level of the Northern Plains."

"This token is not reacting to the fragments of the Nine Heavens from such a distance; that's impossible."

"Instead, the Luoxu Clan worked out the movement patterns of the Nine Heavens Fragments, predicting that they will once again approach the boundary wall of the Northern Plains in about a year's time."

Jiang Ding gazed at this token.

"In the remnants of the Luoxu Clan, there might be clues to Immortal Techniques... The waters of the Northern Plains run deep, I need to be more cautious, not to disappear mysteriously like the previous Dari Swordsman," he thought silently for a long time before putting it away.

"But, there's no rush."

"Now, I'll go see them."

Jiang Ding got up and flew in the direction of the dormitory where An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng were staying.

For both of them, the time of their Golden Pill Tribulation was just these next few days.

They had both chosen the most resolute method, preferring death over settling for anything less than a perfect Golden Pill, unwilling to live a mediocre life, all to increase that last bit of success rate.

Jiang Ding had to go and see them.

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