Chapter 278

The brows of the many Nascent Soul cultivators relaxed.

"In that case, five billion low-grade spirit stones really doesn't seem like much... Huh, why would I have this strange thought?"

"Good fellow, opening a window and lifting the roof, they've lifted it right onto our heads."

The crowd realized, laughing and scolding: "Dinghai, Liexing, you two old boys had this intention all along, didn't you?"

"Haha, that's not the case."

True Person Liexing gave an awkward smile.

"But it must be said, there is indeed some logic to it."

Many people stopped smiling and thought seriously.

"The Great Sun Sword Master of those years was too strong, a peak combat power of the realm. Even if one only touches the edge, this investment is necessary. If it fails, it fails; scientific research has always been like this."

"A glimmer of hope is worth this price."

A buzzing sound of discussion.

Spiritual senses shuttled back and forth in the auditorium, and the amount of information contained in each spiritual sense was a massive amount of data that a mortal could never learn or remember even one ten-thousandth of in a lifetime.

Discussing, calculating, evaluating the feasibility of the project, whether the project leader is qualified...

Many seniors in the academic world mobilized various materials and handled various matters with the ultra-high efficiency of the Nascent Soul level.

"Voting on True Person Dinghai's Proposal No. 3, 'Great Sun Sword Dao Research Project Proposal (City Level)'..."

The Array Spirit's voice came.

"72.14%, vote passed."

"In the next hundred years, five billion low-grade spirit stones and fifty million library points will be invested in the 'Great Sun Sword Dao Research Project Proposal (City Level)'. Please use the research funds strictly; you must not engage in corruption or embezzlement for any reason, or misappropriate them elsewhere..."

Several days of flight.

Dragging trails of white, 108 aerospace fighters returned to the Canghai Steel Floating Island base and landed on the airfield.

"The six Nail-Head Seven-Book Arrows have already been sent to the base's Array Spirit; results should be out in about a day."

"The same goes for the criminal citizen Gu Shixiong. There is a slight possibility of new intelligence in his soul, which requires waiting for the death sentence and the deprivation of lifelong political rights to view. Because he violated military regulations, the procedure will also be completed in one day."

Jin Lingfeng communicated with the base's Array Spirit and checked the time.

"Everyone can choose to visit the Canghai Steel Floating Island or rest where you are. Assemble in 24 hours."

"Understood."

Streaks of escape light flew down from the aerospace fighters and headed toward various parts of the base.

These past few days, everyone was a bit tired, their spirits stretched thin.

Back in the safe base, they suddenly relaxed, unfolded maps, and went in groups to visit and experience the various shops and attractions in the base.

Jin Lingfeng and her companion searched around and found Jiang Ding sitting cross-legged in an open space.

"We're going shopping, are you coming?"

They asked.

"No."

"As expected, a total homebody."

The two shook their heads, held hands, and flew into the distance.

Jiang Ding did not open his eyes and continued to cultivate.

On the ground, a banyan root poked out a small hole, maintaining a Tier 2 top-grade spiritual vein level around him.

Fighters came and went at the airfield, and from time to time, warships roared down, whipping up warm, violent winds that snapped and rattled; none of this affected him.

Between breaths, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gathered, merged into his dantian, and transformed into wisps of liquid magic power.

"Foundation Establishment mid-stage, the time needed to reach the late stage is a bit long."

Jiang Ding introspected his dantian for a long time and calculated silently.

"It will take about... twenty years. Should I consider elixirs?"

He was somewhat hesitant.

Even the elixirs refined by the Immortal Sect contain a tiny amount of elixir toxins. Although they can be expelled, it always feels like a bad idea.

If it's not necessary, he doesn't want to rely on them.

"I'll ask True Person Dinghai when I get back."

One day passed quickly.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and glanced at an aerospace battalion roaring down at the airfield not far away.

Within his spiritual sense range, a person he recognized appeared.

Foundation Establishment mid-stage, handsome in appearance, always looking at people with a sense of condescension.

Xu Jianian.

The third-generation direct descendant of the Soul Transformation cultivator he had met once during the college entrance examination.

"Remember, our Elder Academy is no worse than any top institution." Xu Jianian flew off the fighter and said in a deep voice to the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators who were being respectful before him: "Whether it is now or in the future!"

"Because you are the descendants of the Xu and Wang families, the glory of the Soul Transformation cultivator shines upon you!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators responded solemnly.

Xu Jianian coldly glanced at the Qingfeng University team assembling not far away, and led these Foundation Establishment cultivators in a neat and capable formation to fly into the distance.

It drew many direct looks of contempt.

Everyone was very well-bred; they only said it in the regimental group chat and didn't express it outwardly.

"Future, future my ass!"

"Except for Xu Jianian, all these Foundation Establishment cultivators are over fifty years old. The vast majority are using Law-level techniques, and there are only two with Canon-level techniques. As for the Scripture-level, Xu Jianian's technique is unclear."

Ou Daocheng mocked mercilessly.

"We can't tell what Xu Jianian's is either, @An Siyan, do you know?"

Many classmates asked.

Her spiritual sense precision is quite high, and all three of her magic treasure embryos are enhancements in this regard.

"I don't know, he has a strange treasure on him that conceals his aura, but the Great Sun Sword Child must know."

An Siyan shook her head.

"It's Scripture-level."

"The aura of the Heavens Big Dipper Scripture. He is still quite strong; he successfully entered the door without the help of teachers from top institutions." Jiang Ding asked curiously: "What is the Elder Academy?"

This is not one of the thirty-nine institutions of the Immortal Sect.

"A private institution that has opened a Daoist cultivation department." An Siyan boarded the aerospace fighter and explained: "It only recruits students who possess the bloodline of the Xu or Wang families, even if it's just a trace."

"Those with outstanding talent or those who have made great contributions to the two great families can also be admitted."

"The former doesn't exist. No one with outstanding talent would choose a private institution. Every year, it's hard to even find one or two who are barely passable to save face."

"Xu Jianian failed the actual combat portion of the college entrance exam and couldn't get into Qingfeng or Beidou. He must have entered the Elder Academy in a fit of rage. This is the first student they have received in so many years who can learn a 'Scripture'-level technique."

"Understood."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Streaks of searing white light prisms appeared among the aerospace fighters, forming an array in a few seconds, and disappeared into the horizon, dragging trails of white.

One day later, aerospace fighters appeared within the radar search range and began to dock with the command system.

Ten aerospace battalions,

appeared in the same sky!

This was already a brigade-level army.

"Classmate Jiang Ding, Mr. Great Sun Sword Child."

"Our internship mission was forced to be abandoned halfway through so we could rush here."

The voice of Liu Mei, the commander of the Beidou University Aerospace Regiment, was soft and gentle: "After the war ends, you have to help us complete our mission."

"No problem."

Jiang Ding answered without hesitation.

In front of him, a compass-like magic tool floated, its needle turning from time to time to point the way.

"A Jin Dan late-stage cultivator from the Shadow Killing Hall of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

"You want to kill me, then die."

He muttered to himself.

Continuing tonight.

(End of chapter)