Chapter 517: News of Immortal Arts

Ji Qun Zhong Chong Hou Sha Xiu Xian Zhe Main Text Volume Chapter 549: News of Immortal Arts "Seems like the cold weapons subject top scorer is settled…"

Jiang Ding Zi Yu.

The "Divine Turtle Lava Thorn Sword Canon" originated from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; as a mature inherited Gong Fa, it naturally could not have any major flaws.

Wanting to rely on mobility to kite was really overthinking it.

The longer it lasted, the higher the burst, the more precise the lock-on; Hua Hua Xiaohua's slow-reaction talent was not a flaw at all, but a tremendous advantage, perfectly suited to this Bu Gong Fa.

In the future, if one could comprehend Sword Intent, it might even be possible to strike later yet arrive first; thorns everywhere, the farther one retreats the more dangerous it becomes, enemies wanting to flee would find it impossible and must turn back to face the attack, otherwise they would die even faster.

After waiting for several days,

For Jin Dan cultivators, this was nothing at all.

Jiang Ding merely closed his eyes, refined his magic power briefly, and when he opened his eyes, this year's cold weapons examination was already over.

The cold weapons subject top scorer,

Was named Hua Hua Xiaohua, from the Panda clan.

Hua Hua Xiaohua was dizzy, rolling around on the sea surface after defeating the last enemy, lying spread-eagled in a big character shape.

"A great step for the Panda clan!"

The Wolong Mountain Panda base erupted in celebration; pandas big and small cheered and jumped for joy, celebrating the first immortal-gate top scorer the pandas had ever obtained.

"A good start."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"Hopefully, from now on, all cold weapons subject top scorers, and even the top hundred, will be sword Dao cultivators."

"This should be a matter of course."

"Professionals can't be surpassed by amateurs playing around; that would be too embarrassing."

He glanced briefly at the later practical combat college entrance examination; it was largely the same — tanks, heavy machine guns, artillery, and a dozen or so panda examinees in powered armor serving as the army's vanguard. This was their old trade, their bodies were quite sturdy.

As for the rest, it failed to pique his interest.

The immortal-gate college entrance examination happened once every year; over a hundred years, more than a hundred times, it had long since exhausted what little curiosity he had left.

His divine sense connected to the Yan Fa spirit puppet left in the Sword Dao Hall building.

Insights on the spells "Magnetic Void Flash" and "Magnetic Concealment Art" came through one after another, along with the development of the Sword Dao Hall over these years.

Inside the Sword Dao Hall building.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, his divine sense looking toward the training grounds in the middle of the building.

An old man with swarthy skin, in his forties or fifties, looking like an old farmer, along with some cultivators in their thirties and forties, bustled about in various places — teaching students, cultivating, practicing swords, and so on — each with their own post.

These were all people who had stood out in the annual Mount Hua Sword Discussion selections.

They possessed outstanding sword Dao talent, complete devotion to the sword Dao, and had achieved nothing in other directions; they had joined the sword Dao without looking back, resolute and without regret.

Even though, at this moment, the sword Dao was shrouded in a fog.

Because there was no second path within sight.

"These are the fellow travelers on the road."

Jiang Ding nodded, looking at Fang Fang Yilong who looked like an old farmer.

Three years had passed; his changes were considerable — the lowest-grade formula-level Gong Fa had become a spell-level Gong Fa, and moreover it was a sword Dao Gong Fa seized from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

The sword Dao Gong Fa was the important reason he had broken through his own limits and successfully switched cultivation.

The others had also begun switching cultivation, and their strength had undergone changes.

"Incomplete Jin Dan Gong Fa…"

"Incomplete Nascent Soul Gong Fa…"

"Incomplete Foundation Establishment Gong Fa…"

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept over Fang Fang Yilong and the others, and he sighed inwardly.

It wasn't that there were no complete sword Dao Gong Fa.

There was even a Soul Transformation-grade "Great Sun Sword Scripture"; it was just that it wasn't suitable. According to the calculations of the Central Array Spirit Computer, the Gong Fa most suited to them was precisely what they were cultivating.

Compared to the vast ocean of Qi Ta Gong Fa tomes, sword Dao Gong Fa were far too few, unable to suit every individual.

A broken road, a path shrouded in chaotic fog — this was not an empty saying; it was reflected in every aspect.

Gong Fa, pills, dharma artifacts, sword practice venues, sword-forging materials… nearly every direction was a blue ocean, a blank slate, requiring untold generations of sword Dao cultivators to throw themselves into research and development, expending heart's blood, only then could it be leveled so that later generations could walk smoothly.

Of course, they did not worry now.

Right now, they longed for Foundation Establishment, felt that Foundation Establishment was already enough, that life had achieved a great leap, that a lifetime's dream was within reach; things further off could not be considered for the moment.

"Fellow Daoists, may you achieve the great Dao in the future."

Jiang Ding silently offered a blessing, closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth across dozens of kilometers, and once again sank into a deep-level cultivation state.

In cultivation, years know no passage.

Classes, cultivation, school, sword practice, researching sword arts, Nascent Soul secret arts, sword escape arts…

Days passed just like this.

In the blink of an eye,

Another nine years.

Beneath the Sun Divine Tree,

Four small mountains of gold, silver, copper, and iron, each weighing over a dozen tons, dissolved within the dan fire and Ri Yan Jing, transforming into the four Jin Zhi of gold, silver, copper, and iron, mixed with the No. 21 Synthetic Synthetic Gengjin, drawn by Jiang Ding's divine sense, inscribing one prohibition pattern after another beneath the entirely crimson Taiqing Flying Sword.

After a long while, the final stroke was completed.

Hum,

Hum hum!

The Taiqing Flying Sword trembled and stirred; its incomparably terrifying aura strengthened another notch, undergoing a phased transformation.

Jiang Ding's divine sense probed into it.

He saw thirty-six Earth Fiend prohibitions, each containing the other, the other containing each, array patterns shining upon one another, lighting up one by one, forming an indivisible whole.

Thirty-six Earth Fiend prohibitions!

A top-grade magic treasure!

Refined for eighteen years, the Taiqing Flying Sword had finally Cheng Jiu Shang Pin magic treasure.

Ding!

Jiang Ding flicked the sword body lightly, clearly feeling the Taiqing Flying Sword's jubilation; this advancement was also a boost in strength for it, enough to influence a Nascent Soul battle.

"In another eighteen years, it will reach Grand Perfection of Earth Fiend, advancing to an Infant Treasure, and its strength will increase greatly."

Jiang Ding silently calculated for a moment.

Below the Nascent Soul stage, there was no bottleneck for him; he only needed to proceed step by step.

"Besides,"

Jiang Ding stood up and took out a token; the two characters 'Luo Xu' inscribed on it flickered faintly at this moment, occasionally going dark before lighting up again.

"The Luo Xu Sect, a sect that had once flourished in the Northern Plains over ten thousand years ago, was ultimately destroyed by the invincible ancestors of the twenty-eight families of the Northern Plains; their exploration of the void had reached a level far surpassing the Northern Plains' average."

"This token isn't sensing the Nine Heavens fragment; it couldn't sense from such a distance."

"Rather, the Luo Xu Sect calculated the pattern of the Nine Heavens fragment's movement and predicted that in about a year, it would once again approach the vicinity of the Northern Plains' boundary wall."

Jiang Ding stared at this token.

"In the Luo Xu Sect's ruins, there might be clues to immortal arts… the waters of the Northern Plains run deep; I must be cautious, more cautious, and not disappear inexplicably like the previous generation's Great Sun Sword Disciple."

He silently pondered for a long time, then put it away.

"However, no rush for now."

"I'll go see them first."

Jiang Ding rose and flew toward the dormitory where An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng were staying.

The two of them would face their Jin Dan Great Tribulation within the next few days.

They had, without prior arrangement, chosen the most resolute method — rather die than fail to achieve a supreme-grade Jin Dan, unwilling to merely survive, in order to increase that last sliver of success rate.

Jiang Ding had to go and check on them.

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