Chapter 474: Seeing Yu Yu Qianzi Again

The flying sword flew back into the magnetic-sense interlocking imprint between his brows to continue nurturing.

"Five months already without realizing it…"

Jiang Ding counted on his fingers and let out a soft sigh.

During Foundation Establishment, if there was nothing major or a critical moment in cultivation, he could go home once every week; after Jin Dan, the time he went home actually decreased.

It was really that one cultivation session, one treasure refinement, would take several months, and he couldn't get away.

He made up his mind to go home more often from now on.

Jiang Ding rose into the air, his figure flickering as he flew toward the leaf where Master Master Dinghai's language class was held.

From all directions, people kept flying over—mostly Jin Dan cultivators, with only a small portion being Foundation Establishment cultivators. The immortal-gate doctoral students admitted in recent years all looked at Jiang Ding and the other senior students with respectful gazes.

Looking down at the floating island of Qingfeng University, one could faintly see quite a few Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators moving between classrooms and dormitories.

"The three of us, in other people's eyes, seem to be seniors now?"

Jiang Ding said curiously.

"Need you even ask?"

An Siyan shot him a look: "Although the few of us have spent all these years in school and look very young, in fact our peers already have great-grandchildren, and some have even begun receiving incense offerings during festivals, being called Laozu Sect."

"The doctoral program has a two-hundred-year curriculum—graduation, employment, all aspects—these all need to be considered now."

"That's still early."

Jin Jin Lingfeng shook her head: "The two of us should form our Dan first; otherwise, if our lifespans can't even last until graduation, that would be a joke."

"Fair enough."

An Siyan couldn't help but laugh.

Going straight to school until death—too tragic.

A crowd of Jin Dan and Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered on the leaf that served as the language classroom; people coming and going greeted each other from time to time, discussing classroom matters, buzzing and lively—much more relaxed than in the Dao Law class.

Master Master Dinghai had been teaching at Qingfeng University for several hundred years; one could say he had watched these Jin Dan and Foundation Establishment cultivators grow up, and so he was naturally very approachable, with no sense of constraint.

Also, don't think that just because Master Master Dinghai is often easy to meet, you can look down on him.

Being able to serve as president of the immortal gate's top academy proves he is one of the most outstanding Nascent Soul-level prodigies of the immortal gate; in his youth he must have been a figure who shook the immortal gate, and his teaching ability can rival that of Soul Transformation cultivators.

This is the education at the immortal gate that many Jiewaixian Sect cultivators envy.

Although, it has also led to a brain drain and excessive internal competition.

"Liu's Military Industry…"

Jiang Ding was thinking about all sorts of things at random, when he suddenly recalled the aggrieved party he had encountered when handling the violation of the immortal gate's First Law.

The ancestor and founder of Liu's Military Industry was a winner of the immortal gate's once-a-century Lu Ban Award in those years, one of the most outstanding Jin Dan cultivators of that era.

Yet, even such a person ultimately failed to form a Nascent Soul.

He could only pass away with regret, leaving only Liu's Military Industry to be inherited by his descendants.

This was related to the times; in the era when he shone, the immortal gate had just emerged from war, destitute and impoverished—even Mie Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun could only rely on Chen Mian Mi Jing to heal his wounds and wait for time to pass.

Liu's Jin Dan could only stake his life on a desperate gamble, and in the end, lacking a bit of luck, died during the Nascent Soul formation process.

"Candidate Daozi…"

"Dayan Jianzi… why would she appear here?"

In the classroom, the noisy voices grew louder and converged in one direction.

Jiang Ding snapped out of his thoughts and looked in that direction, stunned.

Among the crowd, an extraordinarily beautiful girl in a moon-white immortal gown walked over, chatting and laughing, sweetly greeting this Dao companion, that senior brother or senior sister from time to time; her approachability was extremely high, and she quickly became one with the people around her, showing not the slightest sign of being a newcomer.

"Taiyin Sword…"

Jiang Ding touched the flying sword between his brows, a hint of longing appearing on his face.

"Yu Yu Qianzi."

"She doesn't have any of a sword cultivator's cold aloofness at all—she's a fake sword cultivator."

Jin Jin Lingfeng frowned, clearly displeased: "Why has she appeared here?"

"I know that one."

"The negotiations between the immortal gate and Qingmuxian Sect seem to be nearing their end."

An Siyan was always very well-informed and paid close attention to things appearing on the internet, so she explained: "She seems to be studying abroad at the immortal gate for two hundred years, to strengthen the friendship between the immortal gate and Qingmuxian Sect.

People online also say that, like Yiren, the father of Qin King Ying Zheng, she has become a hostage."

"She's coming over."

Jin Jin Lingfeng's face was expressionless.

"Great Sun Dayan Jianzi, long time no see."

Yu Yu Qianzi greeted them with a smile, showing not the slightest trace of the awkwardness from the Dayang Dayang Tianchi.

On her body, there seemed to be something opposite to the sun, naturally possessing a certain complementarity with the Great Sun.

Just by being near, the two's auras had a sense of circulating each other, of yin and yang arising and perishing.

All of this made Jin Jin Lingfeng and the other person even more disgusted.

"Hello."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, sweeping his divine sense over.

Peak Foundation Establishment.

The extremely excited, buzzing Taiqing flying sword instantly stalled and fell silent.

"Why are you still at Peak Foundation Establishment?"

Jiang Ding couldn't help but say.

Peak Foundation Establishment really wouldn't do.

They are simply not worthy opponents to hone the sword path against; if used for such training, I must restrain nine-ninths of my power to ensure I do not kill her.

"Do you still have the face to say that?"

Yu Yu Qianzi's small face darkened; she was somewhat broken and stopped pretending outright.

"Shameless!"

"If you hadn't dragged me here and forced me to stay in the Taiyin Sword Sect, I would already be in the Jin Dan Jing realm by now, and surely would have begun exploring the sword art of the third realm of the sword path: forging the sword into threads."

She said with deep resentment: "If this delay continues, my sword art realm will degrade to a level as unbearable to behold as yours."

"Unbearable to behold?"

Jiang Ding snorted lightly.

"Is it not so?"

Yu Yu Qianzi mocked: "You are only in the first realm of the sword path, sword light differentiation. No Great Sun Sword Disciple is as shameful as you, relying on external objects to win. Do you still have the face to say that?"

"The sword sheath is not an external object."

Jiang Ding refuted, and before she could say anything, a faint Jin Dan pressure erupted.

"Not an external object..."

Yu Yu Qianzi was about to mock again, but her breath suddenly caught; a pressure heavy as a mountain surged to her heart. She felt endless light and endless heat all around, scorching beyond measure; her soul and body were utterly unable to move.

It was as if she had entered an era of destruction in the age of the end of Dharma, where all living beings were extinguished.

"The Sky War Machine is indeed the sword sheath."

"You are right."

Yu Yu Qianzi said earnestly.

It is true that she can surpass realms.

But to surpass the major realm of a Great Sun Sword Disciple... she was not mad, and she would absolutely not flee.

"You see, the truth always becomes clearer through debate."

Jiang Ding said with satisfaction, and the Jin Dan pressure receded.

"When will you form your Jin Dan?"

He asked.

Yu Yu Qianzi was a very good opponent; her sword path attainment was profound and could hone sword intent, and it seemed she could help lay the foundation for the transmission of the Immortal Gate Sword Hall.

This fellow appears arrogant and cold, but is actually very obedient under the threat of life and death; she should be quite willing to help with such small matters.

If she refuses to help, just beat her.

"During the break after class."

Yu Yu Qianzi said casually: "I must obtain a guarantee from the Senior Ancestor, preferably the Senior Ancestor Central Array Spirit Computer, guaranteeing that when I form my Jin Dan, no hawkish cultivators from your side will interrupt my formation process and provoke a war; otherwise, I would be in dire straits."

"That should be no problem."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Since the high ranks of the Immortal Gate have agreed on the general direction of easing relations with the Qingmuxian Sect, they will not play such petty tricks.

Jin Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan exchanged a glance; both could see the bitterness in the other's eyes.

Forming a Jin Dan, for such figures, seems as effortless as plucking fruit from the roadside at any time and place; the outcome is certain, and there is no room for doubt.