Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding lectured slowly on the platform.

Surrounding foundation-building cultivators of Xianmen Sect listened intently, occasionally casting a magical question mark above their heads, signifying they had a question.

”...with Sword Slashing Heart Demon, you can.”

As Jiang Ding concluded his lecture, he looked towards the one whose question mark appeared first—a middle-aged cultivator with a crew cut, dark skin, a tough demeanor, and a hint of battlefield ferocity, the typical military temperament.

He must have recently retired from active duty, wandering between Xianmen Sect and small worlds, searching for his path to Foundation Establishment.

This was quite common; most cultivators in military service would undergo such a phase in their journey.

”I have seen Elder Jiang.”

The middle-aged cultivator brightened, stood up, and bowed respectfully.

This was the customary etiquette.

When meeting a cultivator of higher cultivation base whom one does not know, it is common to address them as ’elder’.

Jiang Ding’s gaze became distant for a moment.

In Xianmen Sect, being called an elder by a cultivator was apparently a first for him, and it felt very unnatural.

Vaguely, many figures flashed before him: the elderly men in the neighborhood of his childhood, the retired security guards from his high school, teachers from middle and high school, peers, playmates, and the children of those peers and playmates.

It seemed as though, in the blink of an eye, time surged like a torrent, and people of six or seven generations had all become a thing of the past, never to return.

”Elder Jiang, facing an Internal Demon, if I feel I cannot overcome it, can I run away?”

The middle-aged cultivator asked.

This question surprised the surrounding people.

Countless textbooks and experiences from elders clearly told everyone that when facing an Internal Demon, one should be brave and relentless; the more fearful you are, the stronger the Internal Demon becomes.

”Are you a recon soldier?”

”It seems we’re from the same trade.”

Jiang Ding swept his Divine Sense over the man and instantly understood his profession—a high stealth reconnaissance Air-Space Warplane pilot—and suddenly grasped the reason. He smiled and said, ”In my view, naturally, you can. Our combat style involves both fighting and fleeing; as long as your heart knows no fear, the manner in which you act is not important.”

”I understand. Thank you, elder,” the middle-aged cultivator said, relieved as if he had gained some confidence, gratefully.

Jiang Ding then turned to another foundation-building cultivator with a question mark above them.

”Elder Jiang, how to protect oneself if finding the Internal Demon proves difficult...”

This was a foundation-building cultivator who appeared to be a woman in her twenties or thirties.

”I believe...”

Jiang Ding explained one by one.

Of course, he was speaking from his own perspective, offering solutions he believed to be effective.

There were many differences and some similarities to the ways of schools, military, corporations, and other institutions where Golden Pill Monks were, and although not absolute, foundation-building cultivators needed to reference their own paths in light of his advice.

He spent several days responding to each cultivator’s questions.

Afterward, he continued to share his comprehension of the Heavenly Tribulation, followed by more question answering, for over ten days.

Thus, this session of Foundation Establishment experience sharing gradually ended, and the numerous foundation-building cultivators dispersed.

”Jiang Ding!”

True Monarch Luling called out, beckoning him over to join the circle of Nascent Soul Immortals. Pointing towards a gallant middle-aged man wearing a golden crown, he said, ”This bastard is Cave Gold True Monarch. He serves in the Geomagnetic Space Army at the border between Xianmen Sect and Xuanwu Heavenly Palace. He has also worked in the Desolate Bronze Space Army. Just call him Old Liu.”

”Greetings, Mr. Liu.”

Jiang Ding said earnestly.

”Jiang Ding, it’s true that meeting someone in person surpasses hearing of their reputation.”

Cave Gold True Monarch greeted him warmly with a smile, eagerly shaking hands, moving his hands up and down several times without letting go: ”I’ve heard about what you did at the Great Sun Heavenly Pond; you did a great job. These cultivators from the Immortal Sects are like dogs, remembering only the food but not the beating.”