Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Many students exclaimed.

Taking advantage of this last moment to take photos for memories, sorting out local specialties to bring gifts for their families, the atmosphere was lively, and the chatting was joyous.

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Jiang Ding found a secluded spot, sat down cross-legged, and his eyes were filled with contemplation. He did not join the discussion with the others.

”Jiang Ding, what’s wrong with you?”

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan noticed his condition at the same time.

Although he usually spoke very little, over these three years, he barely spoke at all, never uttering words beyond combat commands, as if someone had cast a powerful silencing spell on him.

”That is,”

Jiang Ding once again performed inner view on his divine soul, which was still as serene as the ocean. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, ”Have you felt recently that I’ve become much more irritable, the kind that really wants to find someone to battle to the death, not stopping until one of us is dead, the stronger the enemy the more excited I get?”

”Irritable? No, not at all.”

An Siyan was startled and adjusted his black-framed glasses, ”As for the latter, haven’t you always been like that? Since the college entrance exam, when I first met you, you defeated me with a single sword strike, and it hurt like hell.”

”It’s different. I was sure I could beat you then; there was no danger.”

Jiang Ding frowned.

An Siyan’s face went dark, and he stopped talking.

”I understand.”

Jin Lingfeng suddenly realized.

”You mean to say, you uncontrollably crave fighting against enemies stronger than yourself, regardless of the risks involved, just wanting to fight and kill, not caring whether it’s you or the other person who survives in the end, as long as you engage in pure combat.”

”Wait, just wanting to fight?”

Jin Lingfeng’s expression changed, feeling an uncanny sense of familiarity, and ransacked her mind to remember where she had heard it before.

”Great Sun Sword Pavilion!!!”

The two women exchanged glances and exclaimed in unison.

The Great Sun Sword Pavilion, that is the fanatical Jiandao School that lives by the sword and dies by the sword, with hearts holding nothing but the sword itself.

Often they initiate battles with other Immortal Sects not for any benefit, but purely out of the desire to fight, thus creating a massive amount of killings on various battlefields unpredictably, loathed by the Eight Immortal Sects.

In the end, making enemies on all sides, they perished directly at the hands of Xianmen Sect and indirectly from the various dark maneuvers of the Eight Immortal Sects.

”Your current state is indeed a bit off!”

Jin Lingfeng put away her playful attitude, extremely serious, ”Great Sun Sword Pavilion, almost every deeply cultivated Sword Cultivator has this tendency, and it can even be said to be a mental illness, the more prominent in the Sword Dao, the more so.”

”This cannot be a coincidence.”

”Their Cultivation Method, or something else, is influencing practitioners to do this.”

”You must find Immortal Dinghai immediately after returning to the school!”

”Understood.”

Jiang Ding gently caressed the intertwined blue and gold body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, lost in thought.

Boom!

Days later, within the overwhelming flood of spiritual energy, each Array Pattern of the super teleportation formation lit up one by one, space became hazy, and underwent violent changes.

Finally, everything vanished.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes once again.

Before him, the immense Divine Tree of Heaven branches that pierced the atmosphere and reached for the starry sky, surrounded by the dense forest sea, teeming with vitality, swallowed cosmic starlight and radiation, transforming into a massive flow of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi.

The middle layer wrapped in sub-zero temperatures strengthened the external shield a bit.

Xianmen Sect!

Back in his homeland again.

At ease, Jiang Ding felt even the violent killing intent accumulated in his heart over the years calm down a bit.

Then it settled into the deepest recesses of his heart.

An uncontrollable thought surfaced in his mind.

Taoist of Five Elements, An Tuzi, three years have passed, have you reached the Mid-stage Foundation Building by now?