Chapter 310

Escape lights flew toward the sky.

The lowest were at the Foundation Establishment realm, and mid-stage and late-stage Foundation Establishment were not rare.

These are the vast majority of postgraduate students in the eighty-year program of Qingfeng University.

Three to five every year, occasionally none, accumulated over nearly a hundred years.

Over the past hundred years, half of the Immortal Sect's most outstanding Immortal Dao talents have gathered here.

Jiang Ding searched in the escape lights, found the escape lights of An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, and flew to their side.

"Hi, did you see Teacher Zhang Junsheng? Did you feel it was difficult to get along? How are the seniors?"

Jin Lingfeng greeted.

"... it's okay."

Jiang Ding didn't know how to describe it and changed the topic: "What about you? Did you encounter any unscrupulous advisors?"

Many famous professors are unbearable to the point of wanting to vomit blood when they truly get along; not only are people depressed, but their studies and Dao path are completely delayed.

Especially An Siyan.

As for Jin Lingfeng, she didn't worry much; no one would bully the daughter of Master Yueling.

"It's okay. Master Shuling, except for having very high requirements, is fine in other aspects."

An Siyan nodded lightly.

"That's good."

Jiang Ding felt relieved: "Immortal cultivation is not the only path of postgraduate study. If you can't walk down it, there are possibilities for attaining the Dao in the military, enterprises, research institutions, and other aspects."

"Don't worry, of course I know this."

An Siyan promised.

Boom!

Amidst the sound of the class bell, a cold-eyed one-eyed old man appeared in the sky, his Dao robe swaying.

Master Luling still teaches the aerospace system combat course for postgraduate students; he is the best teacher in this aspect in the Dao cultivation department of Qingfeng University, and he will not be replaced even after reaching the Jin Dan stage.

"Today's course is still the Tier 3 military formation cooperation of aerospace fighters."

Master Luling's voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "Today there are new students joining, so I will say a little more. After the mid-to-late stage of Foundation Establishment or even the peak, you must start to come into contact with Tier 3 intermediate military formations, serve in regimental positions, become the core of the three aerospace battalion formations, and possess combat power equivalent to mid-stage Jin Dan cultivators."

"You are all students who cultivate Jing-level techniques. Before graduating from postgraduate school in eighty years, you must master the military skills to become regimental officers; this is the prerequisite for receiving a graduation certificate..."

Jing-level?

Following Master Luling's words, Jiang Ding was stunned, and his spiritual sense scanned the vicinity again.

Two hundred and seventeen people,

all Jing-level techniques or above!

His breathing hitched.

Jing-level technique,

means there is a possibility of becoming a Nascent Soul cultivator in the future, at least with a success rate of half a percent to one percent.

Two hundred and seventeen people—this means that if resources are sufficient and it's not too involutionary, there is a great possibility that more than a dozen Nascent Soul True Persons will appear here in the future!

And this is just one university in the Immortal Sect, with a hundred years of talent accumulation!

'Hegemon of the realm, this is the hegemon of the realm.'

A thought emerged in Jiang Ding's heart.

Among the talents accumulated by the Immortal Sect over the past hundred years, everyone's learning ability and aptitude are top-tier; Heavenly Spiritual Roots are not rare, and they are Heavenly Spiritual Roots with top-level comprehension. Those with poorer aptitude have even more terrifying comprehension.

As a result, at the undergraduate stage, Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, who stood out from the crowd, seemed a bit ordinary, still in the accumulation stage, falling into the crowd without finding anything outstanding.

"... divided into six battalions, taking turns serving as battalion and regimental commanders, start."

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, each transforming into an escape light and flying toward the aerospace fighter.

Roots of scorching white light prisms intersected, forming a Tier 3 military formation in one second, almost without any delay, demonstrating the terrifying nature of all Jing-level techniques.

Whoosh!

A gray-blue escape light, with a speed much faster than theirs, appeared instantly in front of Master Luling, looking eagerly.

"Teacher Professor Yu Chi..."

Sword intent.

Taiyin Sword Sect's sword intent.

"Don't worry, I won't forget you."

Master Luling scolded with a smile and took out a moon-white treasure pearl, surrounded by clouds and mist, which seemed to make one's soul fall into a hazy sleep at a glance.

"Mist Spirit Pearl, top-grade magic treasure, containing a lower-tier sword intent of the Taiyin sword intent that can adjust intensity and be sensed at any time—Yin Mist Sword Intent. Its characteristics are high concealment, high hallucination, and high lethality, and it can be sensed repeatedly."

"Besides this, to save costs, it has no attack or defense capabilities. Be careful when you use it."

He introduced and handed it over.

"Thank you, Teacher Professor Yu Chi!"

Jiang Ding took it with both hands, not knowing how to express his gratitude.

Except for here in the Immortal Sect, there is no other place where a Nascent Soul True Person would refine a top-grade magic treasure that is useless to themselves without asking for anything in return.

"It's nothing, don't have any burden. Cultivate hard or whatever; immortal cultivation should just take its natural course."

"Go train."

Master Luling waved his hand.

"Yes."

Jiang Ding bowed deeply and retreated.

All around, heaven and earth spiritual energy was agitated, aerospace fighters crossed white marks, and huge military formations blasted out Tier 3 missile group spell attacks toward the distance.

There was an even larger Tier 3 intermediate military formation composed of three aerospace battalions, commanded by a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who cultivated Jing-level techniques. The pressure was looming, mixed and flawless, and the array had no flaws.

Even the Taiqing flying sword looked sideways, its sword body vibrated several times, and it became excited.

"Nascent Soul-tier Yin Mist Sword Intent."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, stayed away from their military formation, flew to a place where Master Luling could see him, sat cross-legged in the air, held the Mist Spirit Pearl with both hands, and probed his spiritual sense and magic power into it.

Cannot be refined.

Magic power and spiritual sense touched the top-grade magic treasure, just like touching a dead object, not even able to activate it.

However, there was information about four pre-set levels transmitted out: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Jin Dan, Nascent Soul—four levels of sword intent that could be touched.

Now it is in a full spiritual power state.

If the spiritual power is exhausted, it needs to wait twenty years for it to recover naturally; spirit stones can be added to speed it up. A Nascent Soul-level sword intent requires twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones, gradually decreasing by a factor of ten.

"Qi Refining?"

"This is useless."

Jiang Ding glanced at the first level, was stunned, thought for a moment, and understood, feeling emotion in his heart.

"The older generation is truly frugal and manages the family well. When I don't need it anymore, I will donate it to the school to cultivate the next generation of cultivators who might need it."

"Try it."

Jiang Ding didn't dare to touch the Nascent Soul-tier sword intent now, afraid that he would fall into a coma for ten-plus days if he wasn't careful. This was still under the care of Master Luling; otherwise, soul destruction and death could happen.

Starting from the Qi Refining level.

Jiang Ding's spiritual sense poured into it, and he closed his eyes slightly.

Clang!

A flower appeared before his eyes, the full moon hung high, and he appeared in a piece of hazy white mist, water vapor filled the air, boundless.

"This is Yin Mist Sword Intent."

Jiang Ding had no intention of losing his reason, carefully experiencing the mystery of this piece of sword intent mist.

Cold, dense, sharp.

It has high permeability; even if a Tier 1 spirit gold falls into it, after a long time, it will be gradually corroded into a honeycomb shape, and its spirituality will be dim.

"So magical..."

"Wonderful soul-specialized structure."

In his soul, the destruction sword intent flashed slightly, and many insights surged into his heart. The sword intent absorbed the parts suitable for his own reference.

For three consecutive days, a wisp of weak satisfaction came.

"Next."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

With a thought.

An azure sun descended from the sky.

The scorching and sharp light shone everywhere in the sky and underground. Faintly, a shrill scream was heard, the sword intent mist melted and dissipated, and this illusion space was broken open.

Same

(End of chapter)