Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 377 - 335: The Great Sun Swordsman and the Taoist Disciples

Within the Air-Space Group.

Everyone was looking at each other, and for a long time, no one spoke.

"Now I understand why the Nine Great Immortal Sects are so desperate to cultivate their Taoist disciples, sparing no effort."

One student’s voice was somewhat hoarse, "For them, a single high-level cultivator is enough. They don’t need any other quantity, just one person can suppress a vast number of geniuses, and it’s an overwhelming suppression."

"Completely powerless to resist."

Another person’s mindset somewhat collapsed, "Damn it, even a few moves would’ve been something!"

"Your mindset is wrong, you’re overreacting,"

An Siyan shook his head and analyzed calmly, "We are just a relatively outstanding group of students from the Xianmen Sect in the past hundred years, and this does not represent the top-tier combat power of foundation building in the Xianmen Sect. We’re also just piloting the EDU-645, there’s still room for improvement."

"The Taoist disciples of the Immortal Sects appear once in thousands or even tens of thousands of years. It’s normal not to be able to defeat them for the moment."

"Just send Air-Space Masters commanded by Golden Pill Monks to crush them in their realm."

"That’s difficult,"

Jin Lingfeng was skeptical, "Like our former classmate An Tuzi, as soon as he appears in the Outer Realm, there are sure to be many protectors secretly watching over him. To crush him in his realm, heh, it would be good enough not to get crushed in their realm."

...

Within the stratosphere of the sky.

Another Immortal Luling watched the training field during class, surrounded by several Golden Pill Monks with withered appearances, and a yellow-haired youth.

"Old general, can’t you persuade him?"

An elderly man with a face full of orange peel marks spoke with a voice full of sorrow, "Liuzi, whom you’ve watched grow up since he was a child, is about to run out of lifespan; after that, he won’t see you anymore."

"We’ve each fought for the Immortal Sects for many years, accumulating a large amount of military exploits. It’s just a little short."

The several Golden Pill Monks beside him also looked at Immortal Luling with pleading eyes.

"Brothers really can’t hold on anymore."

Immortal Mieri spoke apologetically, "Think of a way, think of a fart’s way. If money could be so easily managed, it wouldn’t be money, but leaves."

"Xiaolu, give us a hand, will you?"

"I understand the temperament of a sword cultivator better than they know themselves. You have done him a great favor; if you speak up, he will definitely help."

"Rest assured, you won’t be shortchanged."

"Even if he doesn’t go, when my life comes to an end, I’ll still pass on the Great Sun Sword Intent to him."

"Senior Mieri."

Immortal Luling fell into deep thought, and after a long time, shook his head, "The realm of mid-stage foundation building is too low, I don’t agree with sending him into the Desolate Bronze battlefield right now."

"Moreover, whether to go or not should be his own choice, I will not interfere."

"The Fog Spirit Pearl that is said to be given to him is meant to be a gift, not a transaction, not for exchanging any promises. Legally, it is already his property."

"I will not speak."

"Sigh, old general..."

The faces of the Golden Pill elders showed even deeper sorrow, but they no longer persisted. After hundreds of years of acquaintance, they knew it was futile.

Even if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were happening before their eyes, it could not shake the determination of the other party in the slightest.

...

Boom!

Within the sky-obscuring white fog, thousands of white fog swords converged into a sky-reaching giant sword that slashed down, destroying the azure sword-light below and shattering its dim sword body, throwing it into the air and causing the space of white fog to collapse.

"It’s the same again."

Jiang Ding’s face was pale, and his body swayed unsteadily, as if about to fall.

This was also the only achievement from practicing the sword with the Taiyin Sword Intent of Immortal Yinwu for more than a year; he no longer fainted after a single sword strike, and his resistance improved a bit.

Looking around, the Air-Space course was generally coming to an end, with each Air-Space war machine returning to its place one after another, collected up by the sleeve of Immortal Luling.

"Class dismissed."

"Goodbye, Teacher Wei Chi."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and, under the protection of An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, flew to the edge of the mining district’s dormitories, saying their goodbyes there.

It took another two days of recuperation before he started to recover.

He took this opportunity to make a trip home.

Over the years, the frequency of his visits home had increased, from once every two weeks at the beginning to once a week now, staying for a day or two each time before returning to class.

Because his grandparents were nearing a hundred years old.

He would check the health of the elderly, nurture their meridians with mana, cook for the family, review Jiang Yuan’s homework... all sorts of family matters.

Then he would return to the throes of intensive study, immersing himself in various subjects such as language, mathematics, ethics, and elective botany to solidify his Immortal Path foundation.

Before he realized it, months had passed.

Under the Bluegold Large Tree, a clear ring of a sword announced the severing of a weighty strand of Grey Fog from the Fusion Magnetic Crystal Core, which was captured by the drooping branches and fed into the Azure Great Sun within the tree’s shade for smelting into an absorbable substance, then distributed into the bark and foliage of the Bluegold Large Tree.

The Light of Yuanmagnet grew slightly stronger.

"Four thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven strands, just another eleven or twelve years before reaching the full six thousand. At that time, my Flying Sword’s speed will further increase,"

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and connected with the environment for a moment, then put away the jade bottle, concluding his daily routine practices.

He reached out and beckoned.

Two delivery boxes appeared in his hands.

"The first batch of a thousand Spider mining-3 model automatons is ready. The manufacturer asked me to test them and make adjustments if necessary. If there are no issues, they’ll move into mass production,"

Jiang Ding opened the first delivery box to find a storage bag bearing the mark of the Luban Technology Company.

Divine Sense swept over it.

Inside were neatly arranged six-legged spider puppets, which the company named the Spider mining-3 model.

The Spider mining-3 models, with their six legs and two shorter front limbs equipped with a striking drill and a grasping claw, bore the aura of First-order puppets. Made primarily of steel and a few First-order Spiritual Gold, they required ten Low-grade Spirit Stones to operate and could mine for a continuous month without stop.

They possessed no combat capabilities.

Imprinted with minor earth-cracking skills, small stone-breaking skills, small gold-detecting skill, and nine other mining-specific magics, they were created solely for mining. Their abilities outside of this were quite poor.

In terms of mining efficiency, they were four to five times that of average Qi Practitioners and Xiantian Martial Artists.

Key advantages were that they did not require sleep, nor did they require payment in Spirit Stones, food, nor incur additional management costs.

Their overall efficiency was about ten times greater.

"And this,"

Jiang Ding opened the second delivery box.

A faintly blue Talisman appeared, and just one sweep with the Divine Sense almost felt like being sucked into it, never to return.

[Third-Order Superior Quality Soul Searching Talisman]

Specially prepared for the Post-golden Alchemist Immortal Tiankuang, whose high Cultivation Base made a Third Order High Quality Soul Searching Talisman somewhat unreliable. For this reason, he had ordered this superior talisman, which took several months to be delivered.

Such delays were common for high-level items.

Because the Talisman makers possessing profound cultivation did not have the same concept of time as mortals. Unless there was ready stock, waiting for several months or even years was normal.

Jiang Ding vanished from sight.

...

At the bottom of the deep pool.

At the edge of the teleportation Formation, surrounded by overlapping Formation Methods, lay a jade box still perfectly intact, sealed by Taiyin Sword Intent.

Upon opening it, Immortal Tiankuang, contained inside, continued his deep slumber.

"Let’s see what information I can find within the Sea of Consciousness of a Post-golden Alchemist from the Liudao Sect," Jiang Ding muttered to himself as he affixed the Third-Order Superior Quality Soul Searching Talisman onto it.

After a short while, the soul of Immortal Tiankuang dissipates into ash, and a faintly blue Talisman fell into his hand. His Divine Sense rushed in, swiftly retrieving the information.

"...the Great Sun Sect, which appeared over a thousand years ago, gained the support of unknown forces. Repeated attempts at eradication by major families failed, instead, the sect grew stronger over time with many Golden Pill Monks from various mid-sized and small families secretly aligning with it..."

"...the alliance of the Righteous and Demons appeared over three hundred years ago, comprised of twenty-eight surnames..."