Chapter 515: All the heroes of the world's sword dao have fallen into my snare

"Understood."

Jiang Ding nodded seriously.

The military formation is the strongest aspect of the Immortal Sect. As a citizen of the Immortal Sect, if possible, it's still best to join, because this is the only strongest inheritance one can grasp.

"That's good. Let's continue explaining the process of condensing a Nascent Soul. Transforming the dan into an infant, the Jin Dan is the placenta-like chaotic state of the Nascent Soul, just like the earliest development of a human infant…"

He briefly passed over this matter and began to explain the lesson in detail.

……

Several months of class time flew by in a flash.

After class,

Jiang Ding bid farewell to An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng.

For the next seven or eight years, they would fall into deep-level closed-door cultivation, putting the final polish on their magic power and divine sense, and then directly attempt to break through to Jin Dan.

Jiang Ding and Yu Yu Qianzi flew together toward the Jin Dan dormitory area; her Guanghan Palace was also located in that region.

Yu Yu Qianzi had been sullen the whole time, not speaking.

"What's wrong? Not adapting to the Immortal Sect, missing home a little?"

Jiang Ding noticed her mood was off and comforted her: "Once my super warship comes out, I won't beat you every day—at most once or twice a year, it won't kill anyone."

"Shut up, you don't have one yet."

"Remember, the next Aerial Lesson is scheduled for this day next year."

Yu Yu Qianzi snorted lightly, issued a threat, sped up her escape light, and vanished over the horizon.

Jiang Ding's expression stiffened.

He'd been so carried away today that he almost forgot—future matters aren't today's matters.

In the coming years he needed to intensify his sword practice, striving to quickly enter the Second Sword Dao Realm: Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

Otherwise, constantly getting beaten up wasn't a good situation either.

Returning to the Silver Sky Island dormitory, a Sun Divine Tree broke through the earth behind him, its trunk rumbling straight up into the sky, its shade spreading in all directions, over a thousand meters wide, covering the ground, blotting out the sun.

Heaven and earth spiritual energy and the essence of the great sun converged here, brilliant radiance shining for dozens of kilometers.

Beneath the tree, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged. With each breath, the Sun Divine Tree flickered along with the light.

Spiritual energy surged in from the outside, first filtered through the Sun Divine Tree's canopy layer, then poured into the dantian, refined through the meridians constructed by the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Jing within his body, flowed into the azure patterns between his brows, where some unknown substance was drawn out to nurture the growth of the Mei Xin Yin, and only then poured into the dantian, transforming into accumulated magic power.

The entire cultivation process was just like this—one Zhou Tian took three months, and could not be easily interrupted.

This was also why high-level cultivators hated being disturbed during cultivation: one interruption meant three months of cultivation completely wasted, and they'd have to start over.

A few more interruptions, and any disciple, grandchild, or beloved wife would be useless—they'd be in a murderous mood.

Several months passed, and one Zhou Tian cultivation cycle ended.

Jiang Ding began refining his flying sword, then went to class, went home, occasionally opened the library to read recent years' research findings, developed new sword techniques and sword escapes, participated in the research and development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art, studied and trained in military formations…

He also had to add in the Jin-92 avatar in the Northern Plains and the Yan Fa Spirit Puppet avatar at the Immortal Capital Sword Dao Hall skyscraper—their affairs were also very numerous and complicated.

And so on.

Basically, every day was very full.

Cultivation knows no passage of time.

Time passed just like that for three years, quite brief—for a Jin Dan cultivator, it was only three cultivation cycles.

Jiang Ding silently recited the Dayang Dayang Tianchi Sword Refining Method, completed the refinement of the nineteenth Earth Sha prohibition, withdrew the Taiqing Flying Sword—its color having changed from fiery red back to its original azure—into his brow to nurture, and turned his attention to this year's college entrance examination.

At this moment, the Immortal Sect's cold-weapon college entrance examination was underway.

It was no coincidence—he had specifically ended his work at this time, setting aside a little fragment of time.

The Immortal Sect college entrance examination was still the same as always; after a hundred years there hadn't been much change.

Over a million examinees began the test simultaneously, each pairing off to fight. Over six hundred thousand livestream screens were split out, so that every parent concerned about their child could find what interested them on the Immortal Sect livestream website.

Jiang Ding's divine sense flowed into the Immortal Sect livestream website, choosing to watch all the cold-weapon college entrance examination livestreams.

In an instant,

over five hundred thousand screens unfolded densely in the space around him, each as thin as a thumb, flickering with colors the naked eye couldn't discern, like a field of mosaic light spots.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept over, and his heart rejoiced.

"After nine years of cultivation and support, among the Immortal Sect's cold-weapon college entrance examination candidates, Immortal Sect citizens using swords have now reached 87.9%."

"The remaining people, apart from special preferences, are due to family inheritance reasons, or just giving up."

"In another twenty or thirty years, the proportion of sword users should reach over ninety-five percent."

Jiang Ding was quite confident.

Using swords, one could easily find excellent instructors and sword dao teachers—high quality and cheap too. The level of sword instruction pulled hammers, blades, spears, axes, and other cold weapons apart by more than three streets.

The Yan Fa Spirit Puppets hadn't worked these years for nothing.

The Jin Dan training class had already run eighteen sessions, each with over sixty people, totaling over a thousand sword dao teachers who had received personal training from Jin Dan sword cultivators flowing into the market—public schools, private schools, and so on. Because they had signed training agreements with Gao Ang penalty clauses, they went all out in cultivating qualified students.

With such layered fission, the number of qualified sword dao teachers in the Immortal Sect was no less than several hundred thousand.

Add to that the annual Mount Hua Sword Discussion, sword dao ranking matches, sword dao movies, sword dao games, sword dao stars, and a barrage of bombardment—after nine years, the sword dao atmosphere in the Immortal Sect had long since undergone earth-shaking changes.

If you want to learn the sword—coaches, companions, higher-level competition—everything is available.

If you just don't like swords and have a passion for great hammers, that's fine too—you just have to accept teachers who are weaker by more than three tiers. No one discusses it, no one cares, you're born standing behind the starting line.

Even if your talent is strong and amazing, and you overtake from behind, you can only surpass those whose talent is far weaker than yours.

Those with equal talent, or even talent a notch weaker than yours, have long since left you so far behind you can't even see their backs—they're no longer on the same level.

"Not bad, not bad."

Jiang Ding watched the long swords and flying swords darting across the full screens, listened to the clanging metallic ring, and a feeling welled up in his heart like an old farmer in autumn facing a golden wheat field—utter satisfaction.

This one million people, one million people every year.

No matter how you look at it, there have to be two or three hundred thousand people walking slowly on the path of the immortal sect's classics, who have tried the sword Dao to see if they have any talent in this area.

After filtering layer upon layer, the people who finally walk the sword Dao — there have to be at least a few thousand, right?

These people's talent is exactly this!

A few thousand people a year, all with some sword Dao talent — accumulated over time, the immortal sect's sword Dao will have an endless stream of talent.

"Huh… this little panda?"

Jiang Ding suddenly gave a soft exclamation and enlarged one of the livestream screens.

In the screen,

A chubby, oval-shaped black-and-white dumpling, just over a meter tall, stood on a mountain, gripping a three-meter-long, fierce, spike-covered greatsword, draped in dense lava-like sword Qi spikes, gazing at its opponent with big, adorably round eyes.

Three.

(End of this chapter)