Chapter 195: Naturalized Cultivator

The bus passed through the mist and rainbows on the waterfall, passed through forests, and finally landed steadily on the square.

In the middle of the square,

a mountain stone 99 meters high stood tall, on which the words 'Qingfeng University' were majestic and broad, with an invisible charm that made people's breathing slow down.

In his spiritual sense, there was a blur, and vaguely, he saw a man with an aura like the starry sky, vomiting blood, standing in front of the mountain stone, struggling to write these words.

A sense of desolation of a hero in his twilight years surged into his heart.

"These words were written by the seventh-generation ruler of the Immortal Sect, 'Wu', in his twilight years."

Jin Lingfeng introduced.

"At that time, the Immortal Sect had already cut off the plane channel of the Blue Fluorescence Star, lured and killed the Soul Transformation ancestor of the Blood Cloud Sect with taboo nuclear weapons, and barely stood among the realms, just at a time of precariousness."

"'Wu' only had less than ten years of life left at this time, but he refused to rest, using all his time on things that were vital to the Immortal Sect, such as establishing universities and researching nuclear weapons."

"Until the last moment of his life."

"Countless sages were like this, only then did we have the Immortal Sect of today."

Jiang Ding's heart rose and fell, wishing he could dream back to that era when the Immortal Sect was struggling to survive, to cut down all enemies with a sword, and let these sages with ancient and modern talents live and live forever.

On the square, freshmen came and went, occasionally accompanied by family members, with large and small bags.

There were also tourists who took advantage of the freshman open day to visit. There were people everywhere, noisy and lively.

The immortal atmosphere that was finally felt suddenly became much less.

"Dad, Mom, I told you, I'll go to school myself..."

A clumsy voice complained, pushing away the old man behind him who looked like an old farmer, and a middle-aged beauty in a palace dress, rushing here.

It was the little fatty Ou Daocheng.

Seeing everyone looking at him, his face flushed red, and he hid in the crowd.

Clang!

A faint light hum, the azure flying sword was warning frantically.

Jiang Ding's body vibrated slightly, looking at the ancient farmer behind Ou Daocheng.

Nascent Soul cultivator!

This is not important. What is important is that he has an aura similar to that of an outsider cultivator!

It is the kind of temperament and gaze that can be seen at a glance, regarding mortals and low-level cultivators as ants, completely different from the high-level cultivators of the Immortal Sect.

"Dari Jianzi?"

The ancient farmer was surprised, nodded slightly, and left with the middle-aged beauty beside him.

Jiang Ding didn't move at all.

"Naturalized cultivator."

An Siyan finally found him and said softly: "Nascent Soul cultivators have a certain strategic value, especially Nascent Soul cultivators who come from small realms and have a clean background. The Immortal Sect is very welcome and will give them the treatment of Immortal Sect Nascent Soul cultivators one level lower, in terms of resources and Soul Transformation opportunities."

"Their second generation, as long as they live in the Immortal Sect since childhood, at least for eighteen uninterrupted years, and receive Immortal Sect citizen education, they will be regarded as Immortal Sect citizens and have complete citizenship."

"... Thank you..."

Jiang Ding wiped his forehead.

There is no doubt that if it were in the outside world, encountering such a big shot, he would die completely with just a thought.

"A bit funny."

An Siyan laughed.

"This is the first time I've seen you like this. Everyone thinks that sword geniuses are fearless, born for the sword, die for the sword, and happy to see enemies."

"Stereotype."

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly and followed Jin Lingfeng forward.

Tall teaching buildings appeared, and students from the ordinary department began to divert and walk towards these places, while students from the Daoist department continued to move forward.

There were very few people,

just Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding, An Siyan, Ou Daocheng, and a few other boys and girls he didn't know.

The Daoist department of Qingfeng University only recruits 108 people a year, divided into three classes.

The speed accelerated sharply, walking through dozens of kilometers.

"This is our dormitory."

Jin Lingfeng pointed to the vast mountains in front of her: "Everyone has a mountain peak, on which there is a Tier 1 top-grade spiritual vein, and experimental spiritual fields, rivers, etc. will all be there."

"Coursework is divided into compulsory and elective."

"If you are interested in the elective of spiritual planter, you can choose a mountain peak with more spiritual fields. For breeding, those who draw talismans can plant some basic materials, and those who refine weapons can choose mountain peaks with volcanic craters."

"As for the major, it is roughly divided into combat, logistics, and scientific research directions, but remember, everyone has to learn military arrays and combat skills. When necessary, everyone has to go to the battlefield. It's just that the recruitment sequence for scientific research and logistics majors will be later."

"You can choose the dormitory now, or you can choose it in a few days."

Jin Lingfeng handed everyone a card, on which spiritual light flickered, and also had a name, student ID, and a small headshot.

"This is the access card, and also the identity card, which can be used everywhere in the school."

Jiang Ding took the identity card and entered true Qi.

Between the flickering spiritual light, an image unfolded in front of him, with mountains and rivers rising and falling. Most of them were gray, and many places were full of words like 'Grade X Class X Name'. Only a small area could be chosen.

A point in the center of this area had already been occupied, with the words 'Jin Ling House' on it, and a smaller line of words, which read 'First Year Class One Jin Lingfeng'.

"Wow! Fengling, you are here!"

Several girls gathered together and soon chose all the mountain peaks around Jin Ling House with slightly better spiritual energy.

Jiang Ding chose a crescent-shaped small mountain near the edge, which was relatively quiet.

"Class meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, check the notification on the access card for the specific location."

Jin Lingfeng greeted, seven feathers lifted her body, the wind blew, and she flew towards the distance, continuing to earn her one credit.

"Are there any acquaintances who have arrived?"

An Siyan, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a heavy scholarly atmosphere, asked casually.

"There is one, you definitely know, and he is on the bus."

Jin Lingfeng sold a pass.

"It's him."

An Siyan understood, and the spiritual sense of the ninth level of Qi Refining descended, scanning every part of the bus bit by bit.

Nothing was found.

Clearly every seat was full, but looking at them one by one, she just couldn't find anyone. She couldn't pull people up and search them.

"You're awesome."

She gave up and closed her eyes to rest.

"Everyone sit tight, the school bus is about to take off..."

The wind whistled, and the scenery outside the window passed by quickly.

Jiang Ding observed everything in the Immortal Capital silently.

There were high-rise buildings everywhere on the ground, and floating islands were distributed in the sky, with neon spiritual light flickering on them, clearly visible in the daytime, with various terrains and climates such as deserts, gardens, grasslands, and winter.

Cultivators' flying cars, cultivators' escape lights shuttled everywhere in the sky, and there were even people sitting on flying birds.

It looked messy at first glance, but looking closely, there were obvious rules.

Cultivators' individuals were in certain orbits, flying cars were in certain orbits, spiritual beasts and flying birds were in certain orbits, and the rules such as changing direction, traffic lights, and speed limits were very complicated.

This is the city of the immortal family.

In comparison, Rongcheng is a completely small place. Many times, it looks no different from the city ten thousand years ago.

Of course,