Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

”I understand,” Jiang Ding nodded earnestly.

Army Formations were the Xianmen Sect’s strongest point, and as a citizen of the Xianmen Sect, it was best to join if possible, because that was the only way to grasp the most powerful legacy.

”That’s good, let’s continue with the explanation of the Nascent Soul condensation process, transforming the Golden Pill into an infant. The Golden Pill is the chaotic state of the Nascent Soul like the very first development of a human infant...”

Yuan glossed over that matter and began to elaborate on the lesson.

...

Months of class time flew by.

After class,

Jiang Ding said goodbye to An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng.

For the next seven to eight years, they would fall into a deep retreat, polishing their own mana and Divine Sense for the last time before directly assaulting the Golden Pill.

Jiang Ding and Yu Qianzi flew together towards the dormitory area for Golden Pill Monks; her Guanghan Palace was also located in that area.

Yu Qianzi was always sullen and silent.

”What’s the matter? Not adjusting well to the Xianmen Sect, feeling homesick?” Jiang Ding noticed her mood was off and consoled, ”When my super warship comes into being, I won’t beat you up every day, at most once or twice a year, it won’t kill anyone.”

”Shut up, you don’t have it now.”

”Remember, the next Air Space class is on this day next year.” Yu Qianzi huffed lightly, issuing a threat as her Escape Light accelerated, disappearing into the horizon.

Jiang Ding froze.

She had been too full of herself today and almost forgot that the future was not today’s concern.

In the coming years, she needed to intensify her mastery of swordsmanship, striving to advance quickly into the second realm of the Sword Dao, Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

Otherwise, being beaten all the time was not something to look forward to.

Returning to her dormitory on Silver Sky Island, behind her, the Sun God Wood broke through the soil, its trunk thundering upwards into the sky, its canopy spread in all directions, encompassing over a thousand meters, shading the land and blocking the sun.

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence converged here, the brilliant glow shining for tens of kilometers.

Beneath the tree, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, and with each inhale and exhale, the Sun God Wood flickered with the light.

Spiritual Energy flooded in from the outside world, first filtered through the canopy of the Sun God Wood, then surged into the Elixir Field, refined by the meridians constructed by the ”All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra” within her body, poured into the deep blue patterns between her eyebrows, absorbing some unknown substance for the growth of the mark on her forehead, and finally flowed into the Elixir Field, accumulating as mana.

That was the whole cultivation process, and a Zhou Tian took three months, not to be interrupted easily.

This was why high-level cultivators hated being disturbed during their practice, for one interruption meant three months of effort was wasted, necessitating a restart.

A few more interruptions, and even disciples, grandchildren, and beloved wives became irrelevant, with killing intent arising.

After several months, a cycle of Zhou Tian cultivation ended.

Jiang Ding began to refine her Flying Sword; afterwards, she went to school, returned home, occasionally opened the library to read the latest research findings, developed new sword techniques and Sword Escaping, participated in the research of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, and studied and trained in Army Formations...

Add to that the affairs of her Gold-92 avatar in the Northern Plains and the Elaborate Method Spiritual Puppet avatar in the Immortal City Sword Dojo buildings; the tasks of both were numerous and complex.

And so forth.

Essentially, every day was incredibly fulfilling.

There were no years in the Cultivation realm.

Time passed like this for three years, rather brief, for Golden Pill Monks, it was only the duration of three cultivation cycles.

Jiang Ding silently recited the ”Great Sun Heavenly Pond Sword Refining Method,” completed the refinement of the nineteenth Earth Evil Prohibition, and collected the Taiqing Flying Sword, which had turned from bright red back to its original deep blue color, into the space between his eyebrows for nourishment. He then shifted his attention to this year’s high exam.

At the moment, the cold weapons high exam of the Xianmen Sect was underway.