Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The bus passed through the mist and rainbow above the waterfall, traversed through patches of jungle, and finally landed smoothly in the square.

In the center of the square,

a ninety-nine meters tall monolith stood erect, with the words "Qingfeng University" inscribed in powerful and vast Spiritual Script. An invisible charm in the writing made one's breath catch.

In his divine soul, a blur flickered, and through the haze, he saw a man with the aura of the stars, spitting fresh blood, standing in front of the monolith, struggling to pen these very characters.

A sense of woeful wistfulness of a hero's twilight years surged in his heart.

"These characters were written by the seventh-generation ruler of the Xianmen Sect, 'Wu,' in his declining years,"

explained Jin Lingfeng.

"At that time, the Xianmen Sect had already severed the planar passage to Lanying Planet, using forbidden nuclear weapons to lure and kill the Divinity Transformation Patriarch of the Xueyun Sect, barely standing tall amid all realms at a time of turmoil and uncertainty."

"'Wu' had less than ten years of lifespan left, yet he refused to rest, dedicating all his time to establishing universities and researching nuclear weapons—matters critical to the survival of the Xianmen Sect."

"Until the very last moment of his life."

"It's because of innumerable sages like these that we have the Xianmen Sect of today."

Jiang Ding's heart churned with emotion, wishing to dream back to that era where the Xianmen Sect was fighting desperately to survive, to slash through enemies with his sword and allow these prodigiously talented sages to live on, immortal to this day.

In the square, newcomers bustled about, occasionally accompanied by family members, carrying bags big and small.

Others, taking advantage of the open day for new students, came to visit, creating a cacophony of lively noise everywhere.

The once palpable aura of immortality became somewhat diminished amidst all this commotion.

"Dad, Mom, I told you, I can go to school by myself..."

a petulant voice complained, pushing away an elder looking like an old farmer with a quaint appearance, as well as a middle-aged woman in court attire fast approaching.

It was none other than the plump Ou Daocheng.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, his face turned red, and he scurried into the crowd.

Clang!

A soft chiming sound rang out as the Azure Flying Sword frantically issued a warning.

Jiang Ding's body trembled slightly, as he gazed at the old farmer-like elder behind Ou Daocheng.

Nascent Soul Monk!

This wasn't what mattered; what was important was the presence of an aura similar to that of Outer Realm Cultivators on him!

It was that aura, unmistakable at a glance, that regarded mortals and low-level cultivators as mere ants, a demeanor and gaze wholly different from that of high-level cultivators of the Xianmen Sect.

"Dari Swordsman?"

The quaint-looking old farmer expressed surprise, gave a slight nod, and left with the woman beside him.

Jiang Ding remained motionless.

"Cultivators integrated into society,"

An Siyan finally found him and said softly, "Nascent Soul Monks have a certain strategic value, especially those born in a Small World with a clean background. The Xianmen Sect welcomes them and offers them treatment one level lower than that of same-level Immortal Infants of the Fairy Gate, in terms of resources and Divine Transformation Opportunities."

"Their second generation, as long as they have lived in the Fairy Gate since childhood for at least an uninterrupted eighteen years and received Fairy Gate citizen education, will be considered Fairy Gate citizens with full citizenship rights."

"...Thank you..."

Jiang Ding wiped his forehead.

There was no doubt that if this had been in the Outer Realm, just one thought from such a significant figure would have resulted in his utter annihilation.

"It's kind of funny."

An Siyan laughed.

"This is the first time I've seen you looking like this. I thought that as a proud Sword Dao prodigy, you feared nothing, were born from the sword and would die by it, always delighted to meet an adversary."

"Stereotyping."

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly and followed Jin Lingfeng forward.

One by one, the tall academic buildings appeared, and students of the ordinary departments began to disperse towards these locations, while the students of the Cultivation Department continued ahead.

There were few people,

just Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding, An Siyan, Oudao Cheng, and a few other unfamiliar young men and women.

Qingfeng University Cultivation Department admitted only one hundred and eight students each year, divided into three classes.

Speed suddenly increased, covering several tens of kilometers.

"This is our dormitory now,"

Jin Lingfeng pointed at the vast mountains ahead and said, "Each person gets a mountain with a first-order premium Spiritual Vein on it, along with experimental Spirit Fields, rivers, and the like."

"As for courses, they are divided into compulsory and elective subjects."

"If you're interested in elective cultivation of Spiritual Plants, you can choose a mountain with more Spirit Fields for farming, symbol drawing requires planting some basic materials, and Artifact Refining needs one with a volcanic crater."

"In terms of majors, they're broadly divided into the directions of scientific research, logistics, and combat, but remember, everyone must learn Formation Method and combat skills, and everyone must be ready to go to the battlefield when necessary. It's just that those in the scientific research and logistics majors will be conscripted a bit later."

"You can choose your dormitory now, or you can wait a few days to decide."

"Everyone, consider choosing near my Jinling House,"

Jin Lingfeng handed each person a card that shimmered with Spiritual Light and had their name, student number, and a headshot printed on it.

"This is the access card as well as your identity card, and it can be used everywhere in the school."

Jiang Ding took the identity card and infused it with True Qi.

As the Spiritual Light flickered, an image unfolded before his eyes, showing a landscape with undulating mountains. Most of the map was gray, with many areas labeled with the grade and class. Only a small area was available for selection.

The center of this area was already occupied by someone and had 'Jinling House' in large characters, and just below in smaller print, 'Year 1 Class 1 Jin Lingfeng.'

"Wow! Lingfeng, you're here!"

A group of girls gathered around, quickly selecting all the mountains with slightly better Spiritual Energy around Jinling House.

Jiang Ding chose a quieter Yueyaxiaoshan Hill near the edge.

"Class meeting tomorrow at eight in the morning, see the details on the notice from your access card."

Jin Lingfeng called out and then seven feathers lifted her body; as the sound of wind swelled, she flew towards the distance, continuing to earn her credit.

"How about we go for a drink to celebrate the start of school?"

Ou Daocheng and a few boys gathered around Jiang Ding and asked.

"Forget it, I don't drink."

Someone declined immediately and left on their own, clearly not very sociable.

"Sorry, I'm a bit tired."

Jiang Ding also made an apologetic refusal.

Following the directions on the access card, he zigzagged for over ten minutes and finally arrived at a mountain peak with a cliff protruding, facing a sea of clouds—a sight that brought joy at first glance.

"Ding!"

"Access confirmed, welcome, new student. Would you like to name your dormitory?"

Flipping through, Jiang Ding found a newcomer's handbook inside the access card explaining that it was the dormitory's artificial intelligence butler, which reset to factory settings each time a new person moved in.

"Call it Rongshu House,"

Jiang Ding was feeling homesick and walked slowly over. Along the way, Formation Method layers unfolded, and he arrived at the edge of the cliff.

There was no cave or anything of the sort.

The previous owner here seemed to be a cultivator who practiced austerities, without even a pavilion built, indifferent to being soaked by rain.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out from his sleeve and landed on the rocks, its roots penetrating deeply into the stones, quickly extending to over three meters in height with a canopy about seven or eight meters wide.

The sky within a few hundred meters darkened, as Great Sun Essence and Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi were absorbed and exhaled, nourishing the growth of the blue-golden tree.

Underneath the tree, Jiang Ding sat down cross-legged.