Chapter 97: Dao Soldiers and Immigrants

Grand Void Illusion,

along with the Seventh Middle School's strongest, Li Tie, being sliced into thin pieces by dozens of silver flying swords, Li Junhao and the others thoroughly let go of their hands and feet, went deep into every corner of the tunnel, spent several hours, and finally won this exam amidst cheers.

The illusion gradually disintegrates, and everyone returns home.

In the invigilation room, Zhang Dingjun, Jin Dazheng, and the others are gradually getting busy.

"Li Junhao, array calculation, 20 points, blasting hidden enemies, 10 points, heavy machine gun covering teammates, 5 points... total score 85 points."

Zhang Dingjun is stunned.

How did this guy's score increase in the more realistic Grand Void Illusion?

He immediately understands that candidates with high cultural scores are suitable for logistics. As long as they are not sent directly to the battlefield, they can still do many things.

"Zhou Liuchuan, reconnaissance of key intelligence, 30 points, heavy machine gun destroying enemy drones, 10 points... total score 92 points."

"Our side's examiners do not agree with this score."

Zhang Dingjun glances at the transcript and says immediately: "First, they lost. The loser's score must be significantly reduced, no matter how well they performed. Second, this 'reconnaissance of key intelligence' is too ethereal. How can intelligence that didn't obtain important combat results be considered key intelligence? Thirty points is too much..."

"Otherwise, with the power of Internal Qi Realm martial artists, confronting many cultivators head-on, this is exactly the fearless spirit advocated by the Immortal Sect. It is very reasonable for the score to be higher..."

Seventh Middle School Chief Instructor Jin Dazheng refutes.

Both sides have reasons, arguing with each other. Places with disputes will be reported to examiners in other cities for judgment, and they will also judge papers with disputes from other cities' teachers.

After a busy day, they finally finished grading the more than four hundred candidates from the two schools.

Next is the grading of the Li Yun Sect cultivators.

"Grand Void Illusion key intelligence spiritual sense concealment is correct, no cultivators with serious anti-Immortal Sect tendencies found."

The Grand Void Illusion array spirit checks itself one step ahead and reports.

"Obedience 6, Combat Ability 6, Collaboration Ability 6, Degree of Identification with the Immortal Sect 1."

Zhang Dingjun gives the lowest score he can give without major principled errors.

"What's wrong?"

Other invigilators see his score and frown: "Don't work with emotions. The obedience and cooperation ability of Li Yun Sect cultivators are still quite good. It is normal for different degrees of hatred and opposition to appear between peaks in the sect due to resource allocation, historical grievances, etc. There is no problem."

"As for having some resentment toward the Immortal Sect, this is normal."

"You can't expect people to be the vanguard and still be grateful. They haven't been hypnotized. This is fine."

"I am not working with emotions."

Zhang Dingjun says lightly: "This kind of sect with high mobility, high burst, and high concealment is not suitable as Dao soldiers. Compared to enemies, once they solve the defect of being unable to shield radar waves, they will immediately become the most threatening opponents of the Immortal Sect."

"The best Dao soldiers are sects like the Tianhai Sect in the Canghai Minor Realm, thick-skinned, good at healing and trapping enemies. Even if something happens in the future, they can be easily suppressed."

"This kind is what the Immortal Sect should vigorously support."

Every year's final exam is not only an exam for Immortal Sect students but also an assessment for the disciples of the minor realms protected by the Immortal Sect. Once the ranking drops, the related resource support will also drop, and taxes will rise.

Usually, at least eighty percent of the resources in the minor realm must be handed over, and the resources originally possessed by the sect's high-level officials are very limited.

Of course, what determines the sect's resources is not just exams; combat meritorious service, the creation of new cultivation techniques and technologies, and the discovery of new animals and plants can also affect the ranking.

"Whatever."

The invigilator next to him sees that he can't be persuaded and leaves.

"The Li Yun Sect is also unlucky. If there were more hawks like you, the materials and flying immigration quotas their sect receives every year would decrease sharply. Fortunately, there is only you."

Another Seventh Middle School invigilator complains.

The Immortal Sect occasionally accepts immigrants from cultivators in protected minor realms. The requirements are very strict, and indicators such as aptitude, combat merit, political stance, and research ability in cultivation technology all have multiple reviews.

Minor realm cultivators flock to it.

Because only by successfully flying and immigrating to the Immortal Sect will they get cultivation techniques and resource training above Golden Core; otherwise, they will stay below Nascent Soul for life and cannot break through, no matter how heaven-defying their aptitude and comprehension are.

"It's a good thing that flying immigration is less."

A Seventh Middle School female teacher who is grading joins the discussion, disapproving: "Everyone in this room, counting one by one, is a four-spirit root, a mortal. What is this outside the realm? Waste spirit roots and ants. Foundation Establishment sects don't even look at them."

"If there were more immigrants, what kind of cultivation would there be? Just let them all go sweep the streets."

"That's true."

"Although our aptitude is poor, our ancestors made meritorious service for the Immortal Sect and made contributions. The Immortal Sect was built by our ancestors sacrificing countless lives. How can they compare to us."

"That's right. Three major wars of invasion by sects outside the realm, four civil wars triggered by high-level cultivators, each time the casualties of Immortal Sect mortal cultivators reached hundreds of billions. Our ancestors survived them one by one, built the Central Array Spirit Computer to balance the power of high-level cultivators, and constructed the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Orbits and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Orbits air-space orbit troop composite super array defense line..."

Returning home, after eating with his mother Jiang Yuan, Jiang Ding falls into a deep sleep.

He sleeps for more than ten hours before waking up. It is already night, and he only wakes up when Jiang Yuan knocks on the door and comes in.

"Dingding, do you think we should sign Jiang Yuan up for a martial arts study class?"

At the dinner table, Lin Wanqu suddenly says.

Middle school has a holiday earlier than high school, and Jiang Yuan has been playing for more than a week. The transcript has also come down. It can only be said... it's about the same as when she was in middle school. She is undoubtedly her own daughter.

It would be fine if there were no comparison.

But with a mutated son, she always feels she can be rescued again.

"No!"

Jiang Yuan, who is gnawing on a chicken leg, is stunned.

"I haven't even spent my first middle school winter vacation yet, you can't treat me like this!"

"Yes."

Jiang Ding answers without hesitation. Although he is sure that as long as he grows up, he can definitely pull this little chick up, she must have a foundation herself, otherwise, she won't be able to digest even if fed.

"I don't agree!"

"You can't destroy the happy childhood life of the great Flower Fairy Jiang Yuan!"

Jiang Yuan was quacking loudly on the side.

She is also dancing and very angry, but unfortunately, no one listens to her, and the matter has been decided.

"Martial arts tutoring class will meet many new friends."

Lin Wanqu comforts her: "Besides, after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I have to go to work, and brother has to go for an internship. You will be very lonely at home alone..."

"He is the same at home, both are cultivating in the room!"

Jiang Yuan is almost crying.

After eating,

the family takes a walk outside. After Jiang Ding practices a slow-moving digestive sword technique for a while, he returns to his room alone.

In the courtyard of the Chizhong Mansion, the sun is bright.

Jiang Ding retracts the drone that is about to run out of power, shakes his sleeves, and a golden talisman sword flies out, landing in the center of the pond, gathering spiritual energy from heaven and earth and the essence of the sun to temper the sword body, the light is brilliant.

The enemies faced in the exam are either too strong or too weak, and the talisman sword is not used.

Jiang Ding closes his eyes to rest, internal power circulates between the twelve regular meridians, then surges into the Governing Vessel, warming and tempering each large and small meridian. ===== CHAPTER 98 =====