Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and, under the protection of An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, flew to the edge of the mining district’s dormitories, saying their goodbyes there.

It took another two days of recuperation before he started to recover.

He took this opportunity to make a trip home.

Over the years, the frequency of his visits home had increased, from once every two weeks at the beginning to once a week now, staying for a day or two each time before returning to class.

Because his grandparents were nearing a hundred years old.

He would check the health of the elderly, nurture their meridians with mana, cook for the family, review Jiang Yuan’s homework... all sorts of family matters.

Then he would return to the throes of intensive study, immersing himself in various subjects such as language, mathematics, ethics, and elective botany to solidify his Immortal Path foundation.

Before he realized it, months had passed.

Under the Bluegold Large Tree, a clear ring of a sword announced the severing of a weighty strand of Grey Fog from the Fusion Magnetic Crystal Core, which was captured by the drooping branches and fed into the Azure Great Sun within the tree’s shade for smelting into an absorbable substance, then distributed into the bark and foliage of the Bluegold Large Tree.

The Light of Yuanmagnet grew slightly stronger.

”Four thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven strands, just another eleven or twelve years before reaching the full six thousand. At that time, my Flying Sword’s speed will further increase,”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and connected with the environment for a moment, then put away the jade bottle, concluding his daily routine practices.

He reached out and beckoned.

Two delivery boxes appeared in his hands.

”The first batch of a thousand Spider mining-3 model automatons is ready. The manufacturer asked me to test them and make adjustments if necessary. If there are no issues, they’ll move into mass production,”

Jiang Ding opened the first delivery box to find a storage bag bearing the mark of the Luban Technology Company.

Divine Sense swept over it.

Inside were neatly arranged six-legged spider puppets, which the company named the Spider mining-3 model.

The Spider mining-3 models, with their six legs and two shorter front limbs equipped with a striking drill and a grasping claw, bore the aura of First-order puppets. Made primarily of steel and a few First-order Spiritual Gold, they required ten Low-grade Spirit Stones to operate and could mine for a continuous month without stop.

They possessed no combat capabilities.

Imprinted with minor earth-cracking skills, small stone-breaking skills, small gold-detecting skill, and nine other mining-specific magics, they were created solely for mining. Their abilities outside of this were quite poor.

In terms of mining efficiency, they were four to five times that of average Qi Practitioners and Xiantian Martial Artists.

Key advantages were that they did not require sleep, nor did they require payment in Spirit Stones, food, nor incur additional management costs.

Their overall efficiency was about ten times greater.

”And this,”

Jiang Ding opened the second delivery box.

A faintly blue Talisman appeared, and just one sweep with the Divine Sense almost felt like being sucked into it, never to return.

[Third-Order Superior Quality Soul Searching Talisman]

Specially prepared for the Post-golden Alchemist Immortal Tiankuang, whose high Cultivation Base made a Third Order High Quality Soul Searching Talisman somewhat unreliable. For this reason, he had ordered this superior talisman, which took several months to be delivered.

Such delays were common for high-level items.

Because the Talisman makers possessing profound cultivation did not have the same concept of time as mortals. Unless there was ready stock, waiting for several months or even years was normal.

Jiang Ding vanished from sight.

...

At the bottom of the deep pool.

At the edge of the teleportation Formation, surrounded by overlapping Formation Methods, lay a jade box still perfectly intact, sealed by Taiyin Sword Intent.

Upon opening it, Immortal Tiankuang, contained inside, continued his deep slumber.

”Let’s see what information I can find within the Sea of Consciousness of a Post-golden Alchemist from the Liudao Sect,” Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he affixed the Third-Order Superior Quality Soul Searching Talisman onto it.