Chapter 480: Sword Dao Hall

Ji Qun Zhong Heavy Artillery Bombardment Killing Cultivators Main Text Volume Chapter 512 Sword Dao Hall The streets of the Immortal Capital were naturally very bustling.

It seemed to be nighttime, with fashionable young men and women coming and going, shoulder to shoulder. Flying was prohibited here, making the pace very slow, and one could only move forward with small mincing steps.

Jiang Ding noticed that, like himself, the other two women were also very unaccustomed to this kind of environment.

Too close.

Each person was less than half a meter apart. This distance was far too cramped for Foundation Establishment cultivators, falling far short of the basic safety distance required for cultivators.

"Somewhat careless of me."

Jin Jin Lingfeng smiled apologetically and transmitted her voice: "Business targeting mortals and Qi Refining cultivators often needs Qi Refining cultivators and mortals themselves to handle well. Foundation Establishment cultivators, Jin Dan cultivators, and mortals already have many differences in concepts of time, living habits, political ideals, and so on—it's hard to truly empathize."

"To show some respect, I chose a meeting place with Manager Wei that's a bit livelier and a bit more impressive."

"No."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

As cultivators advance in realm, they do indeed begin to display many differences from mortals.

For example, six years is enough for a person to go from elementary school student to university student, undergoing earth-shaking changes and experiencing many things that are very meaningful to them, but for a Jin Dan cultivator, it's just a few sessions of cultivation.

Led by Jin Jin Lingfeng, the three of them twisted and turned through the streets, and soon arrived before a sapphire-blue skyscraper in the city center. Fountains and gardens surrounded it on all sides, and on a horizontal boulder dozens of meters long at the base, graceful characters were carved.

Moon Stone Group.

"Moon Spirit Master Dinghai Zhenjun, along with dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators with moon-type physiques, established this industry for their own Dao."

"Moon Spirit Master Dinghai Zhenjun is very powerful, holding over thirty percent of the shares."

An Siyan transmitted her voice softly, introducing: "Mainly engaged in the mining and forging of moon-affinity materials, as well as the research and development of related spells and Gong Fa. It's a company with complex operations, with a history of over a thousand years now. It seems it was originally founded by Moon Spirit Master Dinghai Zhenjun's father."

"Conducting business here can make partners look at you with more respect and reduce misjudgments."

Taking the elevator to the seventh floor, the three of them walked together into a spacious conference room.

"Greetings, Senior Jiang!"

The door opened, and a capable middle-aged man in a suit, slightly nervous, hurriedly rose to bow.

He couldn't help being nervous.

Although Wei Hu was considered a top boss in the industry, easily earning a million mortal coins a year.

But this was a Jin Dan cultivator!

Don't be fooled by the small appearance—the fractional part of their age alone was older than him, well-traveled and experienced; they'd probably eaten more salt than he'd eaten rice.

"Mr. Wei, sorry to keep you waiting."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

"Just arrived, just arrived, haven't waited long at all."

Wei Hu was somewhat overwhelmed by the favor.

Passing through rows of seats.

Jiang Ding sat down in the main seat of the conference room.

An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng sat beside him. Wei Hu followed with small steps, came to the left, and carefully sat down, his bottom barely touching a third of the chair.

Jiang Ding picked up the resume on the table.

'Wei Hu, male, fifty-three years old, Qi Refining seventh-layer cultivator, graduate of Jizhong University, started working at twenty-two, employed at Xinbei Education Group... outstanding performance...'

'A loose cultivator of the Immortal Sect...'

Jiang Ding's expression paused.

Any university without the words 'Cultivation Department' attached means it's an ordinary university, with quite ordinary talent and comprehension.

Still, for this person to cultivate to Qi Refining seventh layer at the age of over fifty, even if only with a Jian Jue-grade Gong Fa, was quite remarkable. He was excellent in some particular aspect and had obtained abundant resources through it.

Wei Hu subconsciously turned his head away, feeling a bit inferior.

"Mr. Wei, I've already told you my thoughts. If you serve as the general manager of Sword Dao Hall, what do you think is the key point for carrying out the work?"

Jiang Ding asked.

Sword Dao Hall.

The official name was Sword Dao Hall Education and Training Limited Liability Company, registered several years ago.

"Senior."

"This is what I think."

Wei Hu took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

He knew that he, who had been ordinary and mediocre his whole life, had welcomed the greatest opportunity of his life.

The attention of a Jin Dan ancestor!

His Dao, the final hope of advancing further, lay in this.

If he missed it, there would never be another chance in this life.

"The key point is the teachers."

"Teachers are the Top Priority of the education and training industry. As long as there are famous teachers who can teach students well, parents usually have a very high tolerance."

"Conversely, if students aren't taught well, no matter how splendid the decor or how good the service attitude, these are all useless."

"Currently, dedicated Sword Dao teachers on the market are extremely few, and it's unknown when training will take shape."

"It's best for us to poach people."

Wei Hu's eyes burned with intensity: "Cold weapon teachers' salaries aren't that high. After all, cold weapons only occupy forty points in the college entrance examination, far less than main subjects. As long as we add some money, plus the reputation of you, a Jin Dan cultivator, we can easily poach them."

"As long as we have the Immortal Sect's top cold weapon teachers in hand, we won't have to worry about students not coming."

"There's another benefit: every training class in the Immortal Sect that doesn't teach Sword Dao is our competitor. If we poach their good teachers, their students will correspondingly decrease."

"Additionally, as the Immortal Sect's de facto number one in cold weapons, could you conduct a period of Sword Dao training for these poached teachers?"

Wei Hu asked cautiously.

He knew that high-level cultivators absolutely hated being disturbed by matters during their cultivation.

If it were outside the Ruo Shi Zai Gao Jie, such a thing might even cause the deaths of a great many mortals and cultivators.

"Alright."

"I will train up a batch of people whose swordsmanship meets the standard."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly.

Within the immortal sects, the level of cold weapons was just so-so; even though many people styled themselves famous masters, in the eyes of true experts they were actually all unqualified and had to be corrected, lest they continue to ruin students.

"With the sword dao teacher problem solved, this matter is more than half done."

Wei Hu's heart settled completely, and he said to Yu Yu Zitong: "The Lengbingqi Sect training industry — its service targets are only mortals and Qi Refining cultivators taking the college entrance exam — there are no industry giants.

With your capital advantage, your Lengbingqi Sect mastery-level technical advantage, and your half-profit, half-welfare teaching goal, you will definitely form a dimensionality-reducing strike against the other training companies, big and small."

"I dare to assert that in at most ten years, numerous cold weapons training classes will go bankrupt and shut down; among immortal sect cold weapons, the sword will occupy the absolute mainstream."

"There is absolutely no second possibility!"

"Mr. Wei, being this confident is good."

Jiang Ding nodded in considerable approval, then paused to consider.

Wei Hu instantly tensed up, his palms sweating uncontrollably, his heart uneasy and restless.

"Manager Wei."

Jiang Ding deliberated for a moment, then signed his name on a contract and handed it over: "I hope that from now on you and I can cooperate happily, each taking what we need. If you can do this matter well, I think, perhaps there will be a Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward."

"I will absolutely not fail the trust the senior has placed in me!"

Wei Hu's face flushed bright red. Without even glancing at the words on the contract, he pounced on it like a vicious dog lunging at food, swiftly wrote down his own name, and clutched it tightly to his chest.