Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

After resting in the sky for several days, he finally felt somewhat better.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, reviewing the battle with Zhong Guangzi frame by frame, especially the opponent’s swordsmanship. The moves were all basic sword control skills like slashing, chopping, and thrusting, yet they exuded an inherent beauty, smooth and natural, conforming to some kind of principle.

He took out a frame of the Great Sun Flying Sword’s slash and zoomed in, and then zoomed in some more.

Jiang Ding noticed that the sword-light was twisted like silk, accompanied by the sound of thunder. The path of the sword-light was winding and twisting, with many areas even bending backward, artificially adding a lot of distance, seemingly unaware of the principle that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

But the effect it produced was quite another matter.

Speed.

Its speed far surpassed that of Jiang Ding’s own, who had used a stronger Divine Soul, Sword Intent, and Flying Sword, to cut in a straight line!

”What kind of sorcery is this…”

Jiang Ding was perplexed, scratching his head, pondering for a long time without understanding the principle behind it.

”Could it be the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi? The sound of the wind, these external factors?”

”No, that’s not right, I’ve also paid attention to these, the Formation Method core of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond taught me, to strike with the sword following the flow of Spiritual Energy, the flow of the wind, Zhong Guangzi’s Flying Sword does this even more perfectly, but it shouldn’t be this powerful.”

When encountering a problem, his instinct was to find a teacher.

Jiang Ding glanced at Immortal Luling, shook his head, and looked away.

”Yuan, or perhaps…”

In the Xianmen Sect, there were too few who could answer questions about the Sword Dao, just a handful.

”Yu Qianzi.”

To act upon a thought.

In his quest for knowledge, he maintained the Xianmen cultivators’ usual directness, sending the question about this issue to Yu Qianzi’s mobile phone, along with the frame of Zhong Guangzi’s sword slash.

Yu Qianzi did have a mobile phone.

——Or rather, a Divine Sense network access permit.

Of course, her network access privileges were limited, and it was impossible for her to effortlessly browse the library and flip through it at will.

Ding!

Yu Qianzi’s reply came back very quickly, just one sentence.

”I need to use the Great Sun Sword Pearl once.”

Along with her words, there also seemed to be some faint noises of chaos, ”Move properly, what are you doing,” ”Do you even know how to play, have the primary school kids finished classes?” ”Don’t capture my pieces,” and other such cursing.

”No problem,”

Jiang Ding readily replied.

The Great Sun Sword Pearl would recover every few months; just replenishing it with Spirit Stones was all it took, which to him was not a precious commodity.

”Space.”

Yu Qianzi blocked out the noisy curses, explaining, ”To Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, space is not straight, but curved. The Taiyin Sword Sect calls this phenomenon ’Spatial Pattern.’

”Below Nascent Soul, there is no need to touch space, so it’s not necessary.”

”But once you reach the Nascent Soul Realm, the speed becomes too fast, and space becomes the key factor limiting speed. Moreover, the Spatial Pattern is constantly changing, and it’s very difficult to grasp the flow of space. Many Nascent Soul Monks can’t do it.”

”You’re the same.”

Yu Qianzi ruthlessly added, ”Only I, and Sword Dao elites like Zhong Guangzi, might possibly achieve this. You shouldn’t even bother thinking about it, you’ll need to refine your sword into silk before you can meet the basic threshold.”

She didn’t attempt to hide the schadenfreude in her voice.

”Got it.”

Jiang Ding hung up the phone, expressionless.

Having resolved this question, he continued to study the sword moves frame by frame, frequently gaining insights and incorporating them into his own swordsmanship.

This Zhong Guangzi was simply a treasure trove of swordsmanship.

Just when he thought he had uncovered all its mysteries, after careful contemplation for several days, new layers would reveal themselves, as if constantly refreshing, his realm of swordsmanship frighteningly high.

Months of class time flew by.

”The foundation of swordsmanship in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion is truly unfathomable.”