Chapter 484: The Great Sun Sword Disciple Beaten by the Great Moon Sword Disciple

Sword technique instruction lasted seven days.

"Class dismissed. The next session is in ten days. In the meantime, review diligently and read relevant sword technique scriptures."

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, gently closing his eyes, continuing to deduce and comprehend the "Magnetic Invisibility Art."

As an avatar, he did not need to cultivate, so his requirements for the location were low; anywhere would do.

"Senior Jiang, we take our leave!"

Below Wei Hu, all Qi Condensation cultivators and Innate martial artists, filled with gratitude, bowed deeply.

In merely seven days, their sword techniques could be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds.

After all, having a Jin Dan cultivator proficient in sword techniques personally teach them was absolutely a heaven-sent opportunity, its value immeasurable; what salary, what treatment, were all insignificant in the face of such instruction.

One must know that the time of a Jin Dan cultivator costs at least a thousand Spirit Stones per minute.

Moreover, even so, very few Jin Dan cultivators were willing to waste time doing such things.

Unless the Immortal Sect officially provided something else at the university.

"One session every half year."

"Expected to last about twenty years, forty sessions in total."

Jiang Ding calculated: "Selecting the best and eliminating the inferior within it, we can surely screen out several individuals with outstanding sword Dao aptitude; comprehending Sword Intent would be even better... that is more difficult. Sword Intent is already the standard for sword Dao geniuses, sufficient to fight across major realms; this depends on opportunity and time."

"According to the experience of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, Sword Intent often appears amidst life and death."

"Immortal Sect sword cultivators should not do this; it is too forced, completely forcing the unqualified into positions of power."

"Those with sufficient aptitude will naturally comprehend Sword Intent. If the number is small, so be it; sword cultivators were originally a minority profession that ruled everything."

"It would be best to establish a Sword Dao Association, create a civilian rating system: Amateur Level One Swordsman, Amateur Level Two... Amateur Level Nine Swordsman, Professional Level One Swordsman... Professional Level Nine Swordsman. Each level would have its own evaluation standards, or ignore the standards and simply fight your way up in the Grand Void Illusion Realm."

"Find a few idol agencies, promote outstanding sword Dao practitioners into celebrities, gaining both fame and fortune."

"Then organize a competition, held once every three years, spending vast sums to hype sword Dao into a popular sport."

Jiang Ding let his imagination run wild, casually handing these ideas to Wei Hu, letting him handle them at his discretion.

Recruit people where needed, buy advertisements where needed, find spokespeople where needed.

The Immortal Sect lacks no talent in any aspect; as long as money is spent, any kind of person can be found.

While the avatar was busy teaching sword Dao and deducing spells, Jiang Ding leisurely returned home, refined his flying sword for two months, then flew to the Sky Class.

Yu Yu Qianzi did not go back on her word and also participated in this Sky Class.

Jiang Ding finally found an opportunity and enthusiastically dueled with her in swords...

After several hundred moves, a crushing defeat.

Although he gained much, comprehending many sword Dao tricks, and moved a big step closer to Sword Qi Thunder Sound,

his mood was quite low.

Clearly leading in Sword Intent, Divine Soul, Spiritual Sense, and flying sword, with an advantage even greater than when facing Chong Chong Guang Zi, yet he could not win; it was as if a special attack existed, where those with high sword technique held a massive advantage over those with low sword technique, enough to defeat the strong with the weak.

After resting for several days, Jiang Ding challenged her again.

Again and again.

Within two months, ten battles, ten defeats.

"Here."

Jiang Ding listlessly tossed the Great Sun Sword Pearl to Yu Yu Qianzi, snorted, "Do not be arrogant. I never received complete sword Dao education since childhood. Give me some more time, and I will catch up. By then, do not cry your eyes out."

"Hehe."

"I have heard this many times."

Yu Yu Qianzi took the Great Sun Sword Pearl, lifted her small face slightly, and said disdainfully, "But those surpassed by me will never appear before me again; they can only watch my back, moving further and further away, until even the back disappears from sight."

"You are no exception."

"There will be no exception."

She was full of confidence, invincible with herself.

"Very good."

Jiang Ding's face was expressionless.

The surrounding students looked at Yu Yu Qianzi with solemn expressions.

They knew the strength of the Great Sun Sword Disciple; in previous exercises, no matter how the quasi-Nascent Soul military formations attacked, they were annihilated instantly, unable to even react, terrifyingly so.

But even with such strength, without the aid of a super warship, she had suffered consecutive defeats, with no hope of victory in sight.

The Great Moon Sword Sect is also skilled in concealment and illusions.

Such cultivators, if they were enemies, one would truly not know how to deal with them on the battlefield.

Yu Yu Qianzi ignored the people around her, held the Great Sun Sword Pearl in her hands, poured her Spiritual Sense into it, and entered a cultivation state.

Three days later.

The girl in the moon-white immortal dress fell from the sky, her face deathly pale, silent. The Moon Bright Flying Sword's spiritual light dimmed to the extreme; she had Suffered Heavy injuries, with not a trace of light remaining.

"Even worse than me."

Jiang Ding felt somewhat better, waved his hand, and lifted her up, her skirt hem hanging down.

"Hmph..."

"How is this possible?"

After a long while, Yu Yu Qianzi woke from her coma, her lips white, her voice trembling slightly: "How can you be so strong? Chong Chong Guang Zi is only Jin Dan Chu Qi. Are you sure your broken pearl wasn't set incorrectly?"

"This is completely different from the records of the Moon Pulse!"

"Far too many exceptions!"

She encountered the same predicament as Jiang Ding, crushed in sword technique, a special attack.

Moreover, because his divine soul and sword intent were even weaker than Chong Chong Guang Zi's, he suffered even more damage and was simply no match.

"The Great Sun Sword Pavilion is not the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion."

Jiang Ding certainly wouldn't think the Great Sun Sword Beads produced by the immortal sect were wrong: "Before that, the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion was only somewhat stronger than the Badaxian Sect — it absolutely could not be called a domain overlord."

"One hundred and fifty thousand years ago, after that Great Sun Sword Lord chose the sole supremacy of the Great Sun and resolved the Gong Fa problem, it was only then that a strength approaching dominion over the domain gradually emerged.

At its peak, the last Great Sun Sword Lord could simultaneously defeat eight Void Refinement great cultivators; if not for the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong grand formation, he could even have slain those eight Void Refinement cultivators one by one."

"The Great Sun Sword Son that coexisted with the Moon Lineage is not the same thing."

He explained.

"Hmph!"

"You seem quite pleased with yourself, gloating?"

Yu Yu Qianzi shot Jiang Ding a glance and threatened: "Want me to beat you up again so you can see just how impressive the Great Sun Sword Son is?"

Jiang Ding's face darkened.

"I still have things to do."

With that, he scurried over to An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng, took out the Sky Fighter, joined the military formation, and began training the formation with meticulous seriousness.

It wasn't that he feared battle.

He had already fought more than ten times, and had accumulated many insights that needed digesting; sparring with swords now would be nothing but taking a beating for nothing — there was no point.

After class,

Jiang Ding rode his flying sword, flashing several times in succession, and swiftly returned to the dormitory.

……

Sand filled the sky, with tornado storms whipping up from time to time.

After nearly a year of continuous travel, the scenery remained exactly the same — enough to drive one mad.

Jiang Ding's figure flickered ceaselessly within the storm, moving forward step by step; he treated the scenery along the way as a process of tempering his state of mind — no matter what happened outside, his heart remained perfectly calm.

Just like that — cultivating, refining swords, sparring with swords, discussing sword arts, teaching sword arts, traveling.

Before he knew it, another five years had passed.

He, who had been silently traveling all along, raised his head.

At the edge of the sky, a sliver of green appeared before his eyes.

Beyond that green, a boundless, endless great grassland rich in lush grasses and water spread out toward the horizon, infinite and unending.

(End of this chapter)