Chapter 664: R&D on the Fierce Sun Spirit Iron Project

The computer man's arm extended, spiraling as it spun, stabbing toward Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun not far away with Nascent Soul-level strength and divine sense; golden light flashed intermittently along the drill-shaped arm.

Jiang Ding's heart skipped a beat.

This, it was clear, had slightly drawn upon some unknown metal-origin power, greatly increasing attack speed and might.

A single punch sent Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun screaming as he was sent flying, his nose crooked, blood flowing out.

But this did not seem to be the norm; it could only be sustained once after a long time. The recovered Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun's body emitted ring after ring of water ripples, which swallowed the computer man's extended arm, then yanked him over and pummeled him repeatedly, screams following one after another.

Within those water ripples, golden threads flickered past from time to time.

"They're very strong…"

"It's been less than twenty short years, right?!"

Jiang Ding drew a light breath: "They've already been able to perform preliminary applications of some techniques and principles from the 'Immortal Art · Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Beauty Painting,' though the direction differs somewhat, there really are partial results being applied."

This truly startled him.

Twenty years — for Jin Dan cultivators this isn't even considered long, yet a group of Canghai Tianjun have forcibly produced results on things related to immortal arts.

The immortal sect's R&D capability exceeded his calculations by quite a bit!

It's just that Void Refinement has no concrete reference object, otherwise Jiang Ding suspected the immortal sect would long ago have been able to produce a Void Refinement Gong Fa, rather than being stuck as now, unable to break through for ages.

He didn't keep waiting. Taking advantage of Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun again displaying his might, the mechanical arm extended, binding Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun into a twist and pinning him down to beat him.

"Senior Senior Wanji, I want to synthesize this kind of material — how should I do it?"

Jiang Ding seized the chance to ask, holding up four sword-forging materials from the Great Sun Sword Sect in his hand — Fire Spirit Copper, Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu Red Iron, Ice Cold Jade, and Sword-Melting Stone — and shook them.

Waiting was not an option.

Canghai Tianjun's sense of time differs from ordinary people's; it's not strange for them to fight continuously for several months at a stretch. If you really waited for a Canghai Tianjun to finish all matters and have free time, your lifespan would already be gone.

Asking questions is the same — although in the past he had no particular relationship with Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun, he asked when he saw him, just like picking up a test paper to ask any teacher you happen to see on campus.

Naturally, this was daily life in the immortal sect; no one found it strange.

Mm, Jiang Ding himself was the same — when taking a walk on campus, he would occasionally encounter Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators asking questions.

"Great Sun Sword Child, huh…"

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun's computer screen revealed a puzzled old man's face, which then vanished, returning to a smug expression; he didn't stop, continuing to pummel Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun.

"These of yours are sword cultivator's sword-forging materials? I seem to have captured some from an enemy's hands before."

Before Jiang Ding, a computer screen appeared — the puzzled old man's face. His divine sense swept over the four materials, and he continued: "I've never made this kind of thing. 1,827 years ago, there was a Soul Transformation-stage sword cultivator inside Wuxingtian Sect who wanted to find me to forge this kind of thing; I ignored him at the time — the immortal sect prohibits exporting related items."

"Then…"

Jiang Ding grew a little nervous.

He was aware that the older generation's prejudice and aversion toward sword cultivators might be even more extreme than Mieri Canghai Tianjun's, only they weren't as lively and expressive as him.

"Then what then — I can do it."

"As long as it's not exported."

The old man on the computer screen rolled his eyes: "Take just this one piece before you — because the prior research is a blank slate, it'll need at least several hundred thousand experiments, applied and reapplied, applying the immortal sect's technology. It'll take over two hundred years no matter what; the experimental process is exactly this point."

"Oh right, you kid seem to be quite rich."

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun thought of something.

"Then just set up a hundred-plus labs at once, with matching PhDs, master's, graduate, and undergraduate students numbering over ten thousand. Twenty to thirty years should produce it. This thing isn't hard — it's just experiments, adjusting formulas; the time spent on this kind of repeated running of experiments can't be saved, whoever does it is the same."

What others saw as extremely difficult, in a Canghai Tianjun's eyes was a simple formula — plug into the formula, run the experimental process, and the answer comes out.

"Thank you, Senior!"

Jiang Ding was overjoyed, then asked: "What about fourth-tier? The kind that pairs with the Great Sun Flying Sword — have you heard of Fierce Sun Spirit Iron that can promote the growth of Taiqing Flying Swords?"

"This…"

"Hard to say."

The person on the computer screen showed hesitation: "Fourth-tier sword-forging materials are easy to handle, but pairing with the Great Sun Flying Sword — I can't judge accurately. This thing is a Void Refinement-grade flying sword embryo, and it's an obscure, niche sword dao direction; my ability isn't enough."

"Fierce Sun Spirit Iron… wait a moment, let me search."

Several hours later,

"Fierce Sun Spirit Iron is the top-tier material used by Great Sun sword cultivators for forging swords; what the Great Sun Sword Child uses is an even more specially customized version…"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun showed a headache expression: "The immortal sect's synthetic materials industry is very developed, but sword dao knowledge isn't much… three hundred-plus years."

"Give me three hundred-plus years, and even without using sword dao — purely immortal sect technology — I can produce something with effect for you. Even if it's not as good as the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's original, it can add various powerful effects to the flying sword, but at least the effect will be qualified, and there won't be side effects."

"Of course, the R&D and experimental expenses in the process you'll need to cover yourself."

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun added.

This meant he had decided to take personal action, splitting off a small divine sense thread to handle it, no longer simply giving a plan and handing it to the cultivators below — clearly believing their ability insufficient to R&D something of this grade.

"Thank you, Senior!"

Jiang Ding bowed deeply, gratefully.

Under a completely blank technological prospect, even a Canghai Tianjun taking action could only do this much; sword dao was too niche and obscure for them, and they might even need to specially study much sword dao knowledge they themselves wouldn't use.

"A trivial matter."

Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun closed the computer screen before him and continued beating Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun with his comprehension of immortal arts, making him howl in misery.

But soon, Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun resolved some key point during the exchange; the golden threads flickering within the tsunami ripples outside his body appeared more frequently, and he broke free of the mechanical arm's binding, turning the tables and pinning Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun to the ground for a savage beating, furiously demanding submission, demanding acknowledgment of fault.

From time to time, juniors similar to Jiang Ding also came over respectfully to ask questions — on cultivation, on research — and both Canghai Tianjun would split off a tiny divine sense thread to dismiss them, not delaying their own fight at all.

"Three hundred years…"

Jiang Ding calculated rapidly in his heart.

"This is with no materials at all — the immortal sect's strength is formidable; from nothing to something, just this much time."

"If there were samples of Fierce Sun Spirit Iron, technology — even if not the Great Sun Sword Child version — compressing the time to twenty or thirty years, I see no problem at all; we might even produce something better than the Great Sun Sword Pavilion version."

"Over at the Northern Plains, if conditions permit, we should speed things up a bit…"

Having finished thinking these matters, Jiang Ding approached the image of Jin Huangyu, closed his eyes, and began to contemplate the causality of Jin Zhi within it, while simultaneously pondering his own Sword of Jin Annihilation; this was his daily routine over these years.

(End of this chapter)