Chapter 449: The Super Aircraft Carrier's Fortress Electromagnetic Cannon

Jiang Ding spoke slowly on the stage.

The surrounding peak Foundation Establishment cultivators of the immortal sects listened attentively, occasionally conjuring a question mark above their own heads with a spell—this meant they had a question they wanted to ask.

"... Simply slay the inner demon with the sword."

After Jiang Ding finished this segment of his talk, he looked toward the first cultivator whose question mark had appeared—a middle-aged cultivator with a buzz cut, dark skin, a stern and resolute bearing, and a faint hint of battlefield killing intent, the typical air of a soldier.

He was probably temporarily retired, traveling among the immortal sects and minor worlds in search of his own path to core formation.

This was very common; most cultivators who served in the military had such a stretch in their Dao journey.

"Greetings, Senior Jiang."

The middle-aged cultivator's face lit up with joy; he stood and bowed respectfully with hands clasped.

This was the customary etiquette.

When meeting a cultivator of higher cultivation whom one did not know, most would address them as "senior."

Jiang Ding's gaze grew momentarily distant.

Within the immortal sects, having a cultivator call him "senior" seemed to be a first; the feeling was very unnatural.

Vaguely, a throng of figures flashed before his eyes—the old grandpas in the neighborhood when he was little, the retired security guards at his high school, his middle and high school teachers, the peers who were classmates and playmates, and the children of those classmates and playmates.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, time had rushed on like a torrent; six or seven generations of people had already passed away, never to return.

"Senior Jiang, when facing an inner demon and feeling unable to win, is it okay to run?"

The middle-aged cultivator asked.

The moment this question was spoken, the surrounding people looked at him in astonishment.

Countless textbooks and countless seniors' experiences clearly told everyone that when facing an inner demon, one should be brave and fearless, charging forward without hesitation—the more afraid you are, the stronger the inner demon becomes.

"You're a scout?"

"Then we're in the same line of work."

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense over him and instantly understood his profession—a high-stealth reconnaissance aerospace fighter pilot—and immediately knew the reason. He smiled and said: "In my view, of course you can. Our way of fighting is to fight and to run; as long as you ensure fearlessness in your heart, it doesn't matter what method you take."

"I understand. Thank you, senior."

The middle-aged cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, as if gaining a certain confidence, and said gratefully.

Jiang Ding then nodded to another Foundation Establishment cultivator with a question mark above his head.

"Senior Jiang, if I can't find my inner demon, how do I protect myself..."

This was a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator who appeared to be a woman in her twenties or thirties.

"I think..."

Jiang Ding answered each one in turn.

Of course, this was based on his own thoughts, offering the methods he believed could solve the problems.

Compared with the Golden Core cultivators in schools, the military, and companies, there were quite a few similarities and differences; it wasn't absolute, and the Foundation Establishment cultivators needed to reference it in combination with their own Dao paths.

It took several days to answer every cultivator's question one by one.

Then he continued to share his insights on the Lei Gao Jie, and again answered questions, lasting more than ten days.

Thus, this sharing of core formation experience slowly came to an end, and the many Foundation Establishment cultivators dispersed.

"Jiang Ding!"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun called out to him, beckoning him over to the circle of Nascent Soul Zhenjuns, and pointed at a dashing middle-aged man wearing a golden crown: "This bastard is Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun. He serves at the interface boundary between the immortal sects and Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace, in the Di Ci Gao Jie aerospace corps. He also served in the Huangtong aerospace corps before. Just call him Old Liu."

"Hello, Liu Laoshi."

Jiang Ding said obediently.

"Student Jiang Ding, truly, fame is no match for meeting in person."

Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun smiled, very enthusiastic, and proactively shook his hand, moving it up and down several times and still unwilling to let go: "I've heard about what you did at Dayang Dayang Tianchi. You did very well. These Zhonglixian Sect cultivators are like dogs—they remember food but not beatings."

"If you make concessions to them, they won't be grateful; instead they'll think the immortal sects have grown weak and need to compromise, which will only invite more hostility and more enemies."

"What you did was exactly right!"

"If they dare bare their fangs and show hostility, we have to beat them to death on the spot, scatter their divine souls and ashes to the wind."

"Only this way can we trade for peace and respect."

Jiang Ding understood in his heart.

If one were to say that Bo Ming Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the Foreign Affairs Department were the compromise faction,

They wanted to maintain the status quo, improve relations between the immortal sects and the Zhonglixian Sect as much as possible under existing conditions, gain more time for development, and for this, many interests could be temporarily conceded.

Then Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and a considerable portion of the Zhenjuns, represented another extreme.

Just one word.

Fight!

Eager to change the status quo, to change reality, having become Soul Transformation—if they die, they die, it's no big deal.

Not an inch to be yielded!

Not only would they not yield, they also wanted forces like Brother Brother Xuanwu's Heavenly Palace and the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Sect to spit out, bit by bit, the spoils of war that rightfully belonged to the immortal sects after their defeat of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion—only this would be reasonable.

"Liu Laoshi is exaggerating."

Jiang Ding actually felt it was a bit extreme.

"Not an exaggeration at all."

"Beyond the realm, cultivators respect the strong—that's how they deal with each other. The seniors spent a long time figuring that out."

Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun said with a serious expression.

After much beating around the bush, he stated his purpose.

"Jiang Ding, have you heard of the Di Ci Gao Jie?"

Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun asked, and without waiting for an answer, began to explain.

"More than three thousand years ago, at the pre-war military council of the Jiuxian Sect to annihilate the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Di Ci Gao Jie and over twenty other minor realms were explicitly allocated to the Immortal Gate."

"Unfortunately,"

He let out a cold laugh.

"After the Great Sun Sword Pavilion was destroyed, the Badaxian Sect refused to acknowledge it outright. They paid the price of eight Void Refinement great powers being seriously wounded to break free of the covenant, while the Wuxingtian Sect and others looked on, and the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace and others turned their blades against the Immortal Gate in a single strike."

"Fortunately, we had long anticipated this and did not place full trust in that covenant, which seemed to have no loopholes whatsoever and could have caused any Void Refinement great power who violated it to perish and their Dao to vanish."

"Although our strength was greatly diminished, we also successfully retreated back to the mother realm."

"With the eight Void Refinement cultivators wary of one another, none dared to attack at the risk of one or two of their number dying, and so we were able to preserve ourselves."

"A thousand years later, the Badaxian Sect erupted once more in a large-scale, brutal, bloody war. The pressure of the blockade and encirclement outside the realm greatly eased, and only then were we able to extend our sphere of influence back beyond the realm, reaching where we stand today."

"The Di Ci Gao Jie lies on the border between the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace and the cluster of minor realms under the Immortal Gate's actual control. It has always been a cycle of fighting and pausing—peace for a few hundred years, then fighting for a few hundred years. Armies from both sides face off, and slaughter rages within the realm."

"The Di Ci Gao Jie was something the Immortal Gate had to expend great effort to secure at the Jiuxian Sect's internal pre-war military council back then."

"Among its resources, there is a specialty known as Di Ci Tie Mu, a fifth-tier material."

Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun's voice brimmed with temptation and fervor: "This is something that can be refined into the main cannon of an electromagnetic floating fortress, greatly increasing the main cannon barrel's strength and boosting the speed and power of electromagnetic cannon shells."

"The moment I heard of it, I felt it was perfect to seize. In the future, I'll refine it into an electromagnetic fortress main cannon and mount it on the future super aerospace mothership of the Great Sun Sword Son."

"Jiang Ding, my young friend, tell me—does this not make sense?"

Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun looked expectantly at the youth before him.

"It does not."

"We cannot seize other people's things."

"Huh?"

Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun, who had just delivered a lengthy speech, was taken aback, feeling something was off, not matching his expectations.

"This is the truth."

Jiang Ding deliberated for a long while.

"Perhaps, once I reach at least the late Jin Dan stage, the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace will have a great awakening, repent and turn over a new leaf, voluntarily return my electromagnetic fortress main cannon, and voluntarily withdraw from the Di Ci Gao Jie."

He said tactfully.

"Exactly!"

"That's right!"

Jin Master Dinghai Zhenjun's eyes lit up, overjoyed beyond measure.

(End of this chapter)