Chapter 312: Which Immortal Sect's Spy Are You?

Seven days of class passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ding did not enter the Mist Spirit Pearl to practice swordsmanship again; he devoted all his time to healing. After several days, his injuries had only slightly mended, and his complexion remained deathly pale.

"It will still take a month for the wounds on my soul to heal."

Jiang Ding calculated slightly, inhaled sharply, and felt the peril of the clash of sword intent.

As for damaging the foundation, that was impossible.

The supreme magical treasure was specially forged and underwent layered inspections by the Central Array Spirit Computer; as long as one did not deliberately seek death, it was impossible to harm the foundation.

Class is over.

Sky-battle aircraft returned one after another, arranged in neat rows. Beams of flight light flew before Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, standing tall and proud like nails, silent and still.

He was a bit late; everyone else had already arrived, leaving only one person missing.

This drew many dissatisfied glances.

The students here were top elites of the immortal sects; their schedules for research time, cultivation time, study time, and time for forging and nurturing magical treasure embryos were completely full.

Even if just a few seconds were lost out of thin air, that was enough to make their moods slightly worse.

Jiang Ding's sword intent and spiritual sense swept over, also sensing this emotion. He checked the time again; it was still within the prescribed range, so he paid it no mind.

The beam of flight light turned, merging into the spot Jin Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan had specially reserved for him, and he stood in place.

Many male students, seeing this scene, became even more displeased.

"Sky-system combat requires not only training but also study; both are necessary."

"Pay extra attention to supplementing your knowledge of military formations after class."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun spent a few seconds giving brief comments and pointers on each student's training, speaking decisively and crisply:

"Class dismissed."

"Yes!"

The many students responded with a shout and were about to disperse when a voice appeared.

"Report!"

A youth with a feminine temperament glanced at Jin Jin Lingfeng and shouted loudly.

He was a Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator, extremely skilled in military formation command, able to command three sky battalions to form a great formation as easily as moving his own limbs, ranking among the top of many students.

"Speak."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's actions always carried the decisiveness and crispness of a soldier.

"Why does this student Jiang Ding not participate in military formation practice?"

"This does not conform to the immortal sect regulations."

The feminine youth, having been taught by Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun for many years, spoke directly as well, his tone dissatisfied.

The other students halted their steps, their eyes also revealing confusion.

Just as Jiang Ding did not deliberately pay attention to the top scholar of the immortal sects in subsequent years, these immortal sect elites, ranging from thirty or forty years old to over a hundred, would likewise not recognize a top scholar from two years ago.

People like this were common here.

"Give him a sword strike."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun glanced at Jiang Ding and chose the most efficient method of explanation.

"Yes."

Jiang Ding's face remained pale; he swung a sword strike.

Boom!

Lines of magnetic virtual patterns intersected; a deep blue flying sword vanished amidst the sound of an aerial explosion.

"Sword intent!"

The feminine youth's expression changed abruptly. Recognizing the value immediately, while his body frantically retreated, eighteen Jin Dan embryos of the Jin Mao Fa flew forward to block.

Fireballs, wind blades, and other spells rained down from the sky, his body encased in multiple layers of shields; his reaction was standard yet pleasing to the eye, displaying extremely high tactical proficiency.

Ding!

The Taqing Flying Sword appeared; with a single slash, the spiritual light of the eighteen Jin Dan embryos of the Jin Mao Fa shattered and dimmed, scattering apart.

The flying sword, without any pause in speed, pierced through numerous spells, broke through three layers of shields, and stopped at the feminine youth's throat.

The feminine youth's body stiffened, his hand forming the spell technique coming to a halt.

"Jin Dan combat power!"

"Which immortal sect's spy have you infiltrated into the immortal sect?"

He cried out in shock.

The surprised gazes of the other students around turned toward Jiang Ding, regarding this new student anew, committing his appearance firmly to memory.

Jiang Ding did not answer his words.

"Student Huang Yan, do you have any further questions?"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun asked.

"Report, no questions."

Huang Yan shouted loudly.

"Class dismissed."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's figure vanished.

The other students hesitated for a moment, did not approach to converse, and dispersed in all directions.

They were all immortal sect elites, possessing a certain pride; they could not and did not need to curry favor with others, as their own abilities were sufficient.

The three left together.

"Why does he have hostility toward me?"

Jiang Ding transmitted a voice to ask.

Dots of killing intent instinctively spread, suspecting the other party was colluding with the Xu family.

The other classmates all had slight emotional fluctuations, but that was normal; humans have a slight instinctive aversion to different outsiders, nothing strange about it.

But that person's negative emotions were much greater.

It seemed related to Jin Jin Lingfeng as well.

"It's not what you think."

Jin Jin Lingfeng knew him well, smiled, and said, "She was my previous blind date; my mother thought I matched well with her friend's son."

"Although I don't like Huang Yan, he is not the type of person Xu Jianian is."

"So it's just simple jealousy? The competitive instinct of human males?"

Jiang Ding hesitated and asked.

He had never encountered such a situation and could not judge its truth.

"It should be just that."

An Siyan chuckled.

"In that case, there is nothing to it."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, and the killing intent vanished, disappearing completely.

Arriving at the dormitory area, the three separated, each going to places twenty-something kilometers apart, living very close.

Graduate students did not change dormitories.

Unless needed during wartime, the Immortal Sect would not provide resources beyond the appropriate realm for students; even here at Qingfeng University, only top-tier resources for that realm would be provided.

He unfolded the Blue-Golden Great Tree, closed his eyes, and cultivated for several days.

After his divine soul recovered somewhat, his figure vanished.

Jin Ling Mountain.

A clear breeze blew, wheat waves rolled, wheat ears shimmered with spiritual light, grains were plump, and a strong fragrance of grains spread everywhere; it was an aura far exceeding that of a first-tier spiritual plant.

"It's been three years again."

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense over the surroundings and sighed lightly.

The more one cultivates, the more one feels time passing quickly; clearly having accomplished nothing, yet several years have passed.

Counting the time planted previously, this Jin Ling Wheat had been planted for six or seven years; nourished by the second-tier supreme spiritual vein of Jin Ling Mountain, it finally grew into a second-tier spiritual plant.

It can be harvested.

Consuming it for a long time should save some cultivation time and produce no pill poison whatsoever.

Clang!

The Taqing Flying Sword unsheathed from between his eyebrows; deep blue sword light crisscrossed the spiritual field, slaying pests and harvesting wheat ears; under the pervasive sword qi, the stalks and roots turned to dust and returned to the field.

He once again kept one-tenth of the second-tier Jin Ling Wheat with the strongest vitality.

"Leaving a little behind, perhaps in a hundred years, when I reach the Jin Dan realm, I can still eat the third-tier spiritual wheat planted now."

Jiang Ding thought.

He manipulated the hand seal, and a drizzle of spiritual rain fell, mixed with drops of gentle metal-attribute spiritual power, irrigating the planted spiritual field.

With the fieldwork done, he absorbed the storage bags piled into small heaps, along with a message from the new Jin Ling Mountain head maid, Xia Tu.

"There are even fewer specimens; three years of accumulation is less than a few days' accumulation before, and it will be even less in the future."

"My Lanshan Copper Mine was once attacked and destroyed by a Xuetudian cultivator; although they were driven back, the mining output of spiritual copper, gray iron ore, and toxic flowing silver ore has halved, requiring at least ten years to recover."

Jiang Ding frowned and continued reading.

"The Xiang Qiyu Sect has allied with the Master Tushan Demon Kingdom; King Kong Que and the Red Fox Kingdom Lord, accompanied by generals and their children, visited Xiang Qiyu Mountain and have been guests for several years; the Xuetudian offensive has contracted, and the sect's situation has improved..."

"One year later, the Nine-Pore Golden Fruit will ripen; the Grand Elder will send someone to deliver a letter informing the master..."

(End of this chapter)