Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Gazing at the returning nanorobots to the Wei Family, Jiang Ding severed his connection with them and vanished from a place profoundly deep enough to withstand the Divine Sense Scans of Nascent Soul and even Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Silver Sky Island dormitory.

The Sun God Wood reached into the skies, radiant and splendid, absorbing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi from within a fifty-kilometer radius, filtering through layers, nourishing its body before being drawn into the brow's electromagnetic patterns.

Inside the electromagnetic patterns, a space nearly a kilometer in diameter existed.

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence flowed through here without any change, then continued into the meridians and Elixir Field where it was refined and transformed into the Electromagnetic mana of the "All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra".

"It seems that some kind of substance within the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi is being absorbed by this space?"

Jiang Ding carefully felt this, having cultivated for nearly ten years after advancing to Golden Pill, and only at this time did he begin to detect some clues.

Refining Nothingness, according to some superficial data from readings of the Xianmen Sect, seemed to be related to the refinement of space.

The Taiqing Flying Sword and the Great Sun Flying Sword, both claimed to increase the chances of Refining Nothingness by at least thirty percent. Those who succeeded in cultivation were crowned as Dari Swordsmen by the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, becoming the sole heir to the pavilion, second only to ten thousand others.

"Refining Nothingness, is it related to this space in the brow?"

Jiang Ding repeatedly scanned the space with his Divine Sense, comparing it with various materials in the library and speculated.

Brow Mark.

The deceased Zhong Guang's son had one, the former Great Sun Swordsman, who fled to another realm, had one, and he also had one, born during the Qi Practicing Phase, capable of holding a Flying Sword back then, and after building the foundation, even the Electromagnetic Main Gun of an Air-Space Warplane could be contained.

The difference was that Zhong Guang and the others had the mark of the Great Sun on their foreheads, while his own mark was the Electromagnetic Patterns, a fundamental difference created by the core Cultivation Method.

Something that three generations of Great Sun Swordsmen had couldn't all just be coincidences.

"Sigh, I cannot determine."

Jiang Ding said somewhat dejectedly.

Xianmen Sect's research on the level of Refining Nothingness was extremely scarce; all conjectures were just conjectures, unable to be translated into reality, and even less able to be further refined, nurtured, or increased in this critical substance involved in the chances of Refining Nothingness.

"We'll discuss it later."

"What sort of Cultivation Base should one have to think about such things? Thinking too much now is simply needless worry."

Jiang Ding shook his head, dispelling the muddled thoughts in his mind.

The Great Sun space in the brow... Perhaps it's more appropriate to call it the Electromagnetic Space; it is undoubtedly an important thing, not just an extra space for refining and storing Flying Swords, only that it could not be more utilized at the moment.

At the same time, it also revealed a drawback.

It would absorb some component of Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi during cultivation to use for its own growth, further slowing down Jiang Ding's cultivation pace.

"Oh no."

"Cultivation pace... roughly slowed by around sixty to seventy percent. It will take another ten plus years to advance to the Middle Golden Pill Stage, a deviation from the original estimate."

Jiang Ding self-mockingly said, but he wasn't particularly worried.

Foundation,

Foundation.

One is building a house with bricks and tiles; for whom the Nascent Soul and Golden Pill are the ultimate goals, requiring only digging a few meters deep and laying some stones and cement is sufficient.

But for constructing a skyscraper a kilometer high, one must dig hundreds or even thousands of meters deep.

The amount of work for the foundation of a high-rise far exceeds that of thousands of brick-and-tile houses' foundations.

For those aspiring to Refine Nothingness and even eternal life, no matter how much the foundation is consolidated, it is just appropriate and to be expected.

As for the slowdown in cultivation speed,

Even if he was further held back, he could still reach the Golden Pill Peak before the age of four or five hundred, with no need to be impatient or struggle against fate.

After a session of cultivation had ended.

Jiang Ding took out several tons of iron and copper ingots from his Storage Jade Pendant, refined them with Golden Pill Elixir Fire and Sun Flame Crystal, combined with many Lava Fruits harvested and cultivated in Tushan Immortal City, extracted the sharp essence of iron and copper, and mixed it with the Gengjin Qi of No. 21 Synthetic Gengjin to refine the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Flames ascended as he used his Divine Sense as a brush and countless pieces of gold as ink, etching Array Patterns of prohibition within the glowing red Taiqing Flying Sword. These were connected to the twelve Earth Evil Prohibitions he had inscribed earlier.

In the past six years, Jiang Ding had become extremely proficient with the Great Sun Heavenly Pond Sword Refining Method and Great Sun God Forbidden, no longer needing to be as cautious as he was at the beginning. He even had spare capacity to pay attention to another derivative law, the Array Spirit Technique.

…

Rongcheng City.

Jiang Ding flew through the sky, his gaze fixed on the various Sword Dojos passing beneath him—the Giant Rock Sword Dojo, Gale Sword Dojo, Bright Light Sword Dojo, and so on. Wei Hu accompanied him cautiously by his side.

Six years, just a few cycles of cultivation for a Golden Pill Monk.

For ordinary people, however, this was a vast span of time, the gap between a primary school student and a university student, long enough for many things to happen.

"Senior, thanks to your investment of a million Spirit Stones each year, and moreover, the key factor of personally teaching the sword techniques to ordinary people and Qi Practitioner instructors, swords have now come to occupy five or six tenths of the Xianmen Sect's college entrance examination for cold weapons."

Wei Hu's tone was respectful without taking any credit, fully aware of his own strength.

"Especially since you started the Sword Instructor Training Course every six months. After these instructors graduate, they can easily wipe out all the cold weapon coaches in the Xianmen market, including the teachers at all the major public junior and senior high schools, creating a vast gap."

"After the first batch of Sword Instructor Training graduates, in just the first year, the year 11264 Xianmen college entrance examination saw an overwhelming number of their students make it into the top thousand ranks in the cold weapon assessment, invariably shouting the slogans of the Sword Dojo before and after combat."

"Students taught by instructors from the Sword Training Program often challenged and defeated those at higher levels, a common occurrence."

Wei Hu recalled the scene of that time: "It immediately caused a sensation within Xianmen. The assessments for cold weapons had not even concluded—only halfway through—and phone calls from parents all over Xianmen flooded in. We were swamped for a long time and had to hastily purchase the services of an Array Spirit to handle customer service before everything was taken care of."

"The Sword Dojo, virtually overnight, became a household name."

He expressed an air of inevitability, with no great surprise.

A Golden Pill Monk personally teaching for half a year!

The highest achiever in Xianmen cold weapon skills, crushing the competition with their techniques!

With no suppression from other forces!

If with all this, they still couldn't achieve overwhelming victories against their peers and make a name for themselves, they might as well buy a block of tofu and end it all by crashing their head against it.

"Over six years, through franchising and cooperating, Sword Dojos have spread across the whole Xianmen, with one in every county. The instructors in those dojos are either graduates of the Golden Pill Sword Instructor Training or their subsequent students, all of whom have been assessed and meet the baseline."

"In Rong City alone, there are eleven Sword Training Programs, one of which was started by an instructor personally taught by you. The instructors for the other ten were opened by the students of those instructors," said Wei Hu, pointing to a signboard below that read 'Xia Shi Sword Dojo'.

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept over the place to see more than thirty middle and high school students, under the guidance of a young woman with wheat-colored skin, sweating profusely, practicing each move of the thirteen Basic Sword Skills, interspersed with certain techniques from the "Young Eagle's Flight Sword Decree," using sword practice to temper the meridians throughout their bodies.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Compared to the sword techniques that were barely worth a glance a few years ago, this was finally shaping up to be decent, no longer hasty and deviating from the right path in pursuit of quick success.

"Senior,"

Wei Hu hesitated a little before speaking up, "There are quite a few Foundation Establishment and Golden Pill seniors, even Nascent Soul seniors, who want to sign up for the Sword Dojo to receive your training to improve their college entrance exam scores."

"What do you think…"

"Reject."

Jiang Ding responded without much hesitation.

The reason he was willing to waste time teaching these students was solely because he valued their ability to spread swordsmanship, to enhance the ambiance of the sword dao in Xianmen. It was not for any kind of favor or Spirit Stones.

As for the college entrance exam, for Qi Practitioners and mortals, what use would Spirit Stones be?

As for favors,

his time was precious and temporarily not needed.

"Understood, I will do as instructed," replied Wei Hu, who looked troubled and then hesitated further, "There is one student from Shu Capital Seventh Middle School, she's a bit special. She's the granddaughter of Panda Old Ancestor Hua Lingling, named Hua Xiaohua, a very cute panda who has been sentient for over a decade, holds citizenship rights, and plans to take the college entrance exams in three years. Should the same response be given to her as well?"