Chapter 638: The Great Yin Sword Child Becomes Very Weak

After several months of cultivation,

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, withdrew the Taiqing Flying Sword that had shrunk from a three-thousand-meter giant tree to about a chi in length, and tucked it into the electromagnetic pattern between his brows.

After the Taiqing Flying Sword advanced to a Nascent Treasure, the unknown energy drawn into the space between his brows had also increased, and vaguely he could sense something growing.

But when he looked closely,

he found it was an illusion—nothing was there.

"This thing is very important... but I don't know why it's important."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

In his heart, his longing for the heritage the Great Sun Sword Sect might possess grew by another measure.

He flew into the sky, glanced at the pockmarked Silver Sky Island, confirmed it was still usable, thought for a moment, decided he couldn't be bothered to repair it, and rose into the air toward Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's aerial combat class.

"Hey!"

"Haven't seen you in three years."

In the distance, An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng greeted each other.

After Jin Dan, they had also moved into the Jin Dan cultivator dormitories of Qingfeng University; geographically not far from Silver Sky Island, though separated by spatial formations, the actual distance was anyone's guess.

In any case, the nearest door upon stepping out of the dormitory was Jiang Ding's dormitory door.

Jiang Ding had also visited their two dormitories.

Jin Jin Lingfeng's dormitory was a large artificial satellite, able to receive starlight directly—very beneficial for cultivating the Qingfeng Qingfeng Beidou Scripture.

An Siyan's dormitory was a large stretch of clouds in the sky, situated where cold and warm air converged—very helpful for comprehending the Great Yin Great Yang Scripture.

Basically, the dormitories of the Xianzong's top-tier academies were all similar—scattered across the Xianzong's various territories, connected through teleportation arrays, not limited to the floating islands of Qingfeng University, which could only be considered a teleportation hub node.

"Recently in closed-door cultivation..."

Jiang Ding replied with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng suddenly shuddered violently, their divine souls stiffened, their magic power froze, and their bodies staggered as if about to fall.

"What's wrong with you two?"

Jiang Ding's expression shifted slightly; he spread out his divine sense and sword intent, covering a radius of seventy kilometers, scanning every detail.

He found nothing.

"... N-no... don't know..."

Jin Jin Lingfeng clenched her teeth, somewhat irritably saying: "But I feel it's coming from you—ice-cold, baleful aura, law-prohibition... did you break through to Jin Dan Zhong Qi?"

She was stunned.

Just before, she had been quite confidently saying she would break through one step ahead of the Great Sun Sword Child.

"But Jin Dan Zhong Qi shouldn't be like this..."

An Siyan said in confusion.

"I know, wait a moment."

Jiang Ding seemed to understand something; he closed his eyes and carefully reined in the aura of the Taiqing Flying Sword within his brow.

After a moment,

he opened his eyes again, and the faint chill that had clung to his body vanished.

Only then did the two return to normal.

"What happened?"

An Siyan's eyes went wide: "Why can the aura leaking from the Great Sun Sword Child affect our strength so greatly? If it was really like this, how did the ancestors of those years win the war?"

Jin Jin Lingfeng was equally horrified.

"Don't know, maybe the Xianzong's legions were also very strong—far beyond the individual."

Jiang Ding answered, explaining: "The Taiqing Flying Sword broke through—a Nascent Soul-grade Nascent Treasure. I couldn't quite control her aura for a time; it might take several years to return to the original state."

"Nascent Treasure Flying Sword..."

The two women were dazed, their minds going blank for a moment.

According to common cultivation sense, a Jin Dan cultivator could not possibly control a Nascent Treasure.

Their magic power and divine sense were insufficient.

Even if it was one's own Ben Ming Fa treasure advancing to a Nascent Treasure, it was the same—one could only rely on the Nascent Treasure to draw in the world's spiritual energy on its own and attack on its own; at most a Jin Dan cultivator could designate a target, unable to influence anything.

Wisps of sword Qi wrapped around the two women, passing through space, following the crooked spatial route; after several breaths, they arrived at Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's aerial system class.

Jiang Ding looked around; there was no one.

Vaguely, he saw a massive cannon barrel flickering in and out of view; Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun had no idea where he had gone.

Yu Yu Qianzi was also there; as a Xianzong cultivator, she had always maintained a high degree of respect toward higher-ranked cultivators, always arriving well in advance—earlier even than the teacher.

The instant Jiang Ding appeared, the ink-like black hair on her head visibly stood on end, and with a whoosh she fled far away on sword-flight.

Separated by more than ten kilometers, Yu Yu Qianzi's big eyes stared in horror at the blue-clothed youth in the distance, an expression of disbelief on her face.

Seeing the other's gaze turn toward her,

she fled several more kilometers outward, with the tendency to flee even further.

"Hello, Teacher Professor Yu Chi."

Jiang Ding paid her no heed, searched carefully for a moment, and only then saw a blurry human figure in a spatial interlayer.

"Great Sun Sword Child..."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun stepped out from the well-hidden spatial interlayer, retracted the main cannon of the aerial mothership, and spoke in a low, eerie tone: "What exactly changed in you? I really did suddenly feel a strong impulse just now to beat you to death—the kind where you can't wait even a moment—I almost fired the cannon."

When encountering a sword cultivator,

the first reaction of Xianzong cultivators was exactly this.

Flee at the first moment, then blast with cannons, then summon comrades' cannons to blast, tear apart and shatter the space of this entire area, wash it all clean, ensure that no concealment technique is of any use, and force everything to be exposed.

"Teacher Professor Yu Chi, my flying sword has had a small breakthrough."

Jiang Ding said modestly.

"A small breakthrough?"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun was stunned, then sucked in a sharp breath: "A Great Sun Sword Child with a Nascent Soul treasure flying sword in hand?"

"Damn!"

"That's the kind of thing that can step onto a Nascent Soul battlefield and accidentally kill a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun — how old are you even?"

"In the blink of an eye!"

"It feels like not long ago you were entering Clear Wind University at sixteen, still just a little kid — how did it come to this?"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun fell into a daze.

It really had only been a moment.

In less than the entire lifespan of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, heaven-and-earth-shaking changes had already taken place.

"Haha, it's because the teacher taught well."

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

He chatted with Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun for a while, mainly discussing the combat experience of Nascent Soul sword cultivators in the Badaxian Sect, and how, once the sect had its own Nascent Soul sword cultivator, it could guide the skyborne mothership cannon batteries in their attacks, and the like.

Both men's eyes were shining bright — each was picturing some wonderful scene.

Class began, and An Siyan and the others started drilling their military formation.

Jiang Ding, meanwhile, flew straight toward the edge of the classroom dozens of kilometers away, arriving in front of Yu Yu Qianzi, who was trying to hide herself inside a clump of clouds.

"Are you going to surrender?"

Jiang Ding asked.

The moment this girl saw him, she fled far away — her divine sense was terrifyingly sharp.

If this weren't a classroom, Yu Yu Qianzi would have surely already activated the Guanghan Palace escape, never meeting him face to face, let alone staying behind.

"Nascent Soul treasure…"

"Oh heavens, it's really a Nascent Soul treasure…"

Yu Yu Qianzi had no choice but to step out from the clouds. Her little face was exquisitely beautiful, her moon-white immortal skirt fluttered in the wind, like a fairy from the Moon Palace, her aura drifting and indistinct. Now, indignant, she said: "A person like you, who isn't sincere to the sword — how could you possibly possess a Nascent Soul-grade natal flying sword!"

"She should be a far better match with me!"

"Taiqing, come back with me, won't you…"

Hum!

The Taiqing flying sword trembled. Its blue-gold blade slowly emerged from between his brows, and a tsunami-like sword intent of annihilation swept in all directions, dominating the life and death of all things within nearly a hundred kilometers, dominating the birth and perishing of all spirits.

"Don't be angry!"

"I was only joking,"

Yu Yu Qianzi's body stiffened. Crushed by the great-stage gap of a magic treasure, she didn't dare continue, and said in a small voice: "Don't be angry, okay?"

"Taiyin, you've become so weak…"

Jiang Ding gripped the sword hilt, about to strike, when a thick wave of disappointment rose up in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh.

In his eyes now,

the woman before him was like a candle flame in the wind, like a butcher's ox — a single sword stroke could extinguish her, no longer needing to draw upon the scabbard, and she would never again receive such an honor.

(End of this chapter)