Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding's body emitted strands of azure Sword Qi, enveloping An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, both women, as it flashed and shattered the space, flying across the sky toward Lianyun Airport thousands of kilometers away.

"What incredible speed!"

An Siyan touched her black-framed glasses and recorded the surrounding speed.

After comparing, she discovered that her current speed had already surpassed that of a regular Nascent Soul Monk, a mode of movement that touched upon the power of space.

"Even if I advanced to the Golden Pill stage, I wouldn't have such speed."

Jin Lingfeng also noticed this phenomenon and spoke with a sense of defeat.

During the high school exams, she had almost won, and it hadn't been that long since then.

"Nascent Soul would suffice."

"Golden Pill, what are your preparation plans, are you confident in getting a supreme-quality Golden Pill?" Jiang Ding casually asked.

A supreme-quality Golden Pill could increase the success rate of Nascent Soul by twenty percent, and in terms of Mana quality and Soul Quality, it boasted considerable advantages over Golden Pills of the same rank.

"About ten more years, I guess; then, my Mana will be honed to the limit."

Jin Lingfeng's dispirited expression tightened, her fist clenched, and her silver hair bounced as she excitedly said, "I have a sixty to seventy percent confidence in getting a supreme-quality Golden Pill, almost catching up with my mom back in her days. I am a genius!"

"Indeed, you are."

Jiang Ding revealed a smile.

It was known that even among the valedictorians of the Xianmen Sect, not many could condense a supreme-quality Golden Pill, as they did not reach the pinnacle of talent, and resources were somewhat lacking.

"I am almost there as well."

An Siyan spoke with a smile.

Her innate talent was not weak, but she didn't have sufficient resources and came from a relatively common background.

However, someone was willing to lend her money, saying they could wait for her to repay it after she achieved the Golden Pill, and that person was richer than the average Nascent Soul Cultivator.

That made all the difference.

The three of them flickered uncertainly across the sky, quickly covering hundreds of kilometers.

Jiang Ding couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of the Elaborate Method Spiritual Puppet, for without it comprehending day and night, using "Magnetic Space Flash" would not have been so smooth and proficient.

Unfortunately, it was not Sword Escaping, which meant he couldn't maximize the use of the Taiqing Flying Sword's power for teleportation. His speed was still slower, and the transitions were not flexible enough...

Suddenly, Jiang Ding's thoughts halted, his expression blank.

In the distance, a moon-white Sword-light flew in from the horizon.

Lines of spatial cracks appeared and then healed behind her, flying along the structure and patterns of space, minimizing damage to space while maximizing speed.

Faster than his speed by quite a margin.

"Hmph!"

Jin Lingfeng huffed lightly.

"Hey!"

"Great Sun Swordsman, long time no see!" A breathtakingly beautiful girl in a moon-white fairy skirt appeared before the three of them, her aura ethereal as the moon, and warmly greeted, "Where are you going, can you take me with you?"

"No, you can't."

Jiang Ding glanced at her.

Her nose was really sharp; he wondered how she knew he was going to see the super warship under construction.

It was clear, she was flustered.

Over the years, relying on her superior swordsmanship, she had beaten Jiang Ding quite a bit, rubbing him into the ground and laughing without any scruples, releasing all the frustration from her time at the Great Sun Heavenly Pond.

Jiang Ding's azure Escape Light flashed, bypassing the girl in front of him, and continued on his way.

"Great Sun Swordsman, don't be so petty."

Yu Qianzi's face fell.

Jiang Ding ignored her and kept on his path.

"With the Great Sun Sword Cultivation, I am invincible; war is Destiny, it is growth, and the enemy is the nourishment for growth."

Yu Qianzi, not giving up, turned her moon-white Sword-light and easily caught up, her bright eyes moving about trying to persuade, "I beat you because I wanted to train you, your swordsmanship has improved because of it."

"You should be thanking me!"

She argued with self-righteous fervor.

"Don't worry, I will, properly, thank you for it."

Jiang Ding glanced at her.

Six years!

It had been six years!

In all the years of cultivation, each Air-Space class meant being beaten up once.

This was the first time in his life that something like this had happened; never before had anyone dared to do such a thing.

"That's not the way to give thanks!"

Yu Qianzi's heart trembled, and with sword-light accompanied by azure escape light, she retorted, "Relying on external objects, your swordsmanship will never improve. You shouldn't seek shortcuts like this. You should earnestly hone your swordsmanship and abandon external aids."

She was reminded of the time at the Great Sun Heavenly Pond when the Dari Swordsman was bolstered by an air-space warplane.

With or without it made a complete difference in level.

Yu Qianzi doubted that even Zhong Guangzi, a cultivator of the same rank, could prevail against the combination of the warship and the Dari Swordsman.

Jiang Ding couldn't be bothered with her.

A warship was his sword sheath.

If that was what he believed, then so it was.

Whoever dared to disagree would be cut down with a single stroke; with the noise gone, facts and reasoning would become clear.

"I will modify your Tier 3 Sword Escaping technique for you!"

Jiang Ding abruptly stopped, turned his head, and stared at Yu Qianzi.

"What did you just say?"

"Take me to see your warship."

Yu Qianzi gritted her teeth, "Then I'll help you modify your Tier 3 Sword Escaping technique."

"No problem."

Jiang Ding said, excitedly.

In terms of swordsmanship and Sword Dao cultivation, Yu Qianzi was much stronger than he was.

This had to do with her upbringing. The Jiandao School had specialized in the Sword Dao for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, and their attention to the disciples' cultivation of the Sword Dao was very professional—something Xianmen Sect couldn't match.

Take Xianmen Sect's industry as an example,

it's like giving you blueprints and the enormous gap between that and actually creating an optical disk drive. It requires a corresponding industrial foundation, talent accumulation, and industrial heritage.

When it came to the Sword Dao,

it was a gap in the Sword Dao heritage.

Sword training, sword refining, swordsmanship, cultivation methods, cultivation environment, Dao heart— all kinds of details and intricacies, not something that can be made up for by seizing some high-quality Sword Dao classics.

"This way."

"Taiyin Swordsman, after you."

The thought that the Tier 3 electromagnetic sword escaping technique that he had longed for could be born ahead of schedule made Jiang Ding's spine bend slightly as he nodded deferentially, leading the way in front.

To this day in the Sword Dao, the electromagnetic sword escaping could only rely on himself; Zhang Junsheng was too busy to be of help.

Electromagnetic sword technique, electromagnetic sword escaping.

This was a man chasing the gap with other Sword Dao sects, and heaven knows how much hair he had lost over the years for these techniques.

"What a facade."

Yu Qianzi looked at him disdainfully, then glided into the sky with ease.

She wasn't too worried about the sword escaping; what could speed do if one was still unable to defeat her? It wouldn't change anything.

As for others...

That was none of her concern.

After flying for a while and crossing tens of thousands of kilometers, the group looked to the distance, their breath catching at the sight.

On the horizon,

tower after tower of steel structures stood tall, vastly varied in shape, some as large as mountains and some covering vast spaces, stretching for thousands of kilometers, with all sorts of formation patterns densely packed everywhere.

One look at certain array patterns was enough to emit a terrifying aura, where even a Nascent Soul Monk that stumbled upon them would instantly turn into powder.

The heart of Xianmen Sect's warship industry—Lianyun Air Harbor Shipbuilding Group!

Upon arriving here, Yu Qianzi immediately behaved herself, shrinking back behind Jiang Ding.

She knew that the defense here was extremely strict, arguably one of the most dangerous places in this domain. A slight touch could dissipate one's divine soul in an instant, and it would trigger without warning, regardless of one's identity or which Immortal Sect they belonged to.

Only by following behind the Grest Sun Swordsman would the formational reactions delay, undergoing multiple verifications before possibly being triggered.

As for Jiang Ding, he had no worries, feeling very relaxed within the territory of Xianmen.

Through the towering steel structures, taking lefts and rights, past countless high-level formations capable of killing swathes of Nascent Soul cultivators, they finally reached the dock where the super warships were located.

Jiang Ding looked up with slight excitement.

Under the sunlight, a steel warship, its dragon bones fully refined and in the process of deck plating, came into view.

It was over a thousand meters long and more than three hundred meters wide. Its surface was laced with fourth-tier formation lines that faintly appeared and disappeared, occasionally releasing a burst of power that cracked the surrounding space like a spider web, extinguishing all life below the fourth tier, taking a long time to recover.

Sunlight shone on the giant warship, reflecting a brilliant radiance.