Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Streaks of Escape Light flew into the sky.

The lowest among them were at the Foundation Establishment Stage, with plenty in the mid and latter stages.

These were the majority of postgraduate students from the eighty-year academic system of Qingfeng University.

Every year there were three to five, occasionally none, accumulated over nearly a hundred years.

Over the past century, Xianmen Sect had concentrated half of its most outstanding talents in the way of Immortals here.

Jiang Ding searched among the Escape Lights and found An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng's, flying to their side.

"Hey, have you seen Teacher Zhang Junsheng? Is he difficult to get along with? How are the senior students?"

Jin Lingfeng greeted.

"...It's okay, I guess."

Jiang Ding didn't know how to describe it and changed the subject: "What about you guys, have you encountered any unscrupulous supervisors?"

Many well-known professors were a nightmare to deal with in reality, making you want to vomit blood from discomfort, not to mention causing depression and completely delaying your studies and cultivation path.

Especially An Siyan.

As for Jin Lingfeng, there wasn't much to worry about since no one would bully the daughter of Immortal Yueling.

"It's alright; Immortal Shuling is very demanding, but everything else is fine," An Siyan said with a faint nod.

"That's good to hear," Jiang Ding reassured: "Cultivation isn't just about postgraduate studies; if it's not working out, there's potential to find your path in the military, corporations, research institutions, and other areas."

"Don't worry, I'm well aware of that," An Siyan assured him.

Boom!

Within the ringing of the class bell, a one-eyed old man with a stern demeanor appeared in the sky, his robe fluttering.

The Air-Space system combat course for postgraduates was still taught by Immortal Luling, the best teacher in this field from the Qingfeng University Cultivation Department, and that would not change even if the students reached the Golden Core Period.

"Today's lesson will still cover the combination of Third Order Military Formation with Air-Space Warplanes," said Immortal Luling, with his hoarse voice, slowly continuing, "We have new students joining today, so I'll elaborate a bit more. From the mid to late stages of Foundation Building, even to the peak, you should start getting familiar with Third-rank Intermediate Level Army Formations, take on battalion-level duties, become the core of three Air-Space Camp formations, and possess combat power equivalent to Mid-stage Golden Core Cultivators."

"All of you are students who cultivate Jing-level methods. Before you graduate from the postgraduate program in eighty years, you must master the military skills necessary to become a battalion-level officer. This is a prerequisite to receiving your diploma..."

Jing-level?

As Immortal Luling spoke, Jiang Ding froze, his Divine Sense once again scanning the vicinity.

Two hundred and seventeen people,

all above Jing-level methods!

He caught his breath.

Jing-level methods,

meant that in the future, there was a possibility of becoming a Nascent Soul Monk, with at least a five to ten percent chance of success.

Two hundred and seventeen people, this meant that, given enough resources and without too much internal competition, there was a high likelihood that this place would produce over a dozen Immortals of Nascent Soul in the future.

And this was just one university of Xianmen Sect, an accumulation of talent over more than a hundred years!

'Domain Overlord, this is a Domain Overlord,' thought Jiang Ding.

The talents accumulated over a hundred years in Xianmen Sect, every single one of them had exceptional learning abilities and aptitudes. Sky Spiritual Roots were not rare among them, and they were Sky Spiritual Roots with top aptitude; those with slightly lesser qualifications had even more frightening aptitude.

So much so that during the undergraduate stage, Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, who once stood out, now seemed somewhat ordinary, still gathering their strength, lost among the crowd without any remarkable features.

"...Divide into six camps and take turns serving as battalion and regimental commanders, begin."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, each transforming into a beam of Escape Light and flying towards the air-space war machines.

Each white light prism intersected, instantaneously forming a Third Order Army Formation within one second, almost without any delay, showcasing the formidable nature of full Jing-level methods.

Whoosh!

A grey-blue beam of Escape Light moved much faster than the others, instantly appearing in front of Immortal Luling, eagerly waiting.

"Teacher Wei Chi..."

Sword Intent.

The Sword Intent of the Taiyin Sword Sect.

"Don't worry, I won't forget you."

Immortal Luling chuckled and scolded, then took out a moon-white treasure bead, enshrouded in clouds and fog, that seemed to make one's Divine Soul sink into a hazy slumber with just one glance.

"Fog Spirit Pearl, a top-notch artifact that contains a Yin Fog Sword Intent of lower grade within the Taiyin Sword Intent, which can be adjusted in strength and is ready to be comprehended at any time. Its features are high concealment, high hallucination, and high lethality, and it allows for repeated comprehension.

Besides, to save on cost, it lacks any offensive or defensive capabilities, so be careful when using it."

He introduced and handed it over.

"Thank you, Teacher Wei Chi!"

Jiang Ding received it with both hands, not knowing how to express his gratitude.

Besides at the Xianmen Sect, nowhere else would an Immortal of Nascent Soul go to such lengths to refine a supreme artifact that was of no use to himself, asking for nothing in return.

"It's nothing, don't feel burdened by it. Just cultivate normally and let things take their natural course."

"Go train."

Immortal Luling waved his hand.

"Yes."

Jiang Ding bowed deeply and stepped back.

Around him, the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi stirred restlessly, and Air-Space Warplanes streaked through the sky, leaving behind white trails as one massive Army Formation after another launched Third-order Missile Group Magical Attacks into the distance.

Even more so, an even larger formation composed of three Air-Space Camps, a Third-rank Intermediate Level Military Formation, was commanded by a Late Foundation Establishment Cultivator who practiced a Jing-level Cultivation Method. An implicit oppressive force, pure and flawless, rendered the formation without any weak points.

The Taiqing Flying Sword took notice, its blade trembling several times, excited.

"Yin Fog Sword Intent of the Nascent Soul Stage."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, flying away from their formations to a place where Immortal Luling could see him. He sat cross-legged in mid-air, holding the Fog Spirit Pearl in both hands as his Divine Sense and mana delved into it.

Unable to refine it.

His mana and Divine Sense touched the supreme artifact as if they had encountered a lifeless object, not even able to activate it.

However, pre-set information about four gears was transmitted: cultivate Qi, foundation building, Golden Pill, and Nascent Soul—four levels of Sword Intent that could be touched.

He was currently in a state of full Spiritual Power.

If his Spiritual Power were to be completely consumed, it would take twenty years to recover naturally, but this process could be expedited with Spirit Stones. A single use of Nascent Soul level Sword Intent needed twenty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones, with the cost decreasing by an order of ten each step down.

"Cultivate Qi?"

"That's useless."

Jiang Ding took a glance at the first gear and paused, understanding its purpose after a moment of reflection, feeling sentimental.

"The older generation is truly prudent and thrifty. Once I can no longer use it, I'll donate it to the university to help cultivate any possible future Cultivators who might need it."

"Let's try."

Jiang Ding didn't dare touch the Nascent Soul Stage Sword Intent yet, fearful he might fall unconscious for days. And that was under the care of Immortal Luling; otherwise, his Divine Soul could have possibly perished in silence.

Starting with the Cultivate Qi stage.

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense surged into it, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Clang!

Before his eyes, a full moon hung high, and he found himself within an expanse of hazy white fog, water vapor diffused everywhere, boundless and endless.

"This is the Yin Fog Sword Intent."

Jiang Ding, with no loss of rationality, closely contemplated the profound mysteries of the Sword Intent within the fog.

Cold, fine, and sharp.

It was highly penetrative; even a First-order piece of Spiritual Gold would gradually corrode into a honeycomb structure and lose its luster if left in it for an extended period.

"Amazing..."

"A wondrous specialized structure of the Divine Soul."

Within his Divine Soul, the Sword Intent of Destruction flickered slightly, and many insights surged forth as the Sword Intent absorbed the suitable parts for its own reference.

After three consecutive days, a faint feeling of satisfaction came over him.

"Next."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

With a mere thought,

An Azure Great Sun descended from the sky.

The hot and sharp radiance illuminated heaven and earth. A faint, pitiful scream could be heard as the Sword Intent fog melted away, and the illusory space was shattered.