Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

The streets of Xiandu were naturally bustling.

It seemed to be evening, and fashionable young men and women were coming and going, shoulder to shoulder. Here, flying was prohibited which caused the pace to be extremely slow, and people could only move forward in small steps.

Jiang Ding realized that, like himself, the other two women were also quite unaccustomed to such an environment.

Too close.

Each person was less than half a meter apart from the next, a distance far too narrow for Foundation-building cultivators, not nearly meeting a cultivator’s basic need for personal space.

”It’s somewhat abrupt.”

Jin Lingfeng apologized with a smile and communicated telepathically, ”The businesses that cater to mortals and Qi Practitioners often require that they be operated by the same, Qi Practitioners or mortals. Foundation-building cultivators, Golden Pill Monks, and mortals already have many differences in time perception, lifestyle, and political ideology, making it difficult to empathize.”

”To show some respect, I chose a meeting place with Wei Manager that’s a bit livelier and more imposing.”

”Not at all.”

Jiang Ding shook his head.

Cultivators truly begin to exhibit many differences from mortals as their realms increase.

For example, six years is enough time for a person to change from an elementary school student to a university student, undergoing earth-shaking changes, experiencing many things that are very meaningful to oneself. But for a Golden Pill Monk, that time might just be spent on a few sessions of cultivation.

Under Jin Lingfeng’s guidance, after many twists and turns, they arrived at a treasure blue building in the city center, surrounded by fountains and gardens with delicate fonts engraved on the giant stones lying horizontally tens of meters below.

Moonstone Group.

”Immortal Yueling, along with dozens of Nascent Soul Monks who possess an affinity to the moon, fostered this industry for their own Dao path.”

”Immortal Yueling is very strong, owning more than thirty percent of the shares.”

An Siyan softly transmitted her voice, explaining, ”The company mainly deals with the mining, forging, and related magic, cultivation methods, and research and development of materials attuned to the moon. It’s a complex business that has been around for over a thousand years, and it seems to have been founded by Immortal Yueling’s father originally.”

”Discussing business here can gain the partners’ respect, reducing misunderstandings.”

Taking the elevator to the seventh floor, the trio walked into a spacious conference room together.

”I’ve seen Elder Jiang!”

As the door opened, a man dressed in a suit who seemed a bit nervous, a proficient middle-aged man, hurriedly stood up to greet them.

He couldn’t help but be nervous.

Even though he, Wei Hu, was considered a top boss in the industry, easily earning a million mortal coins a year.

But this was a Golden Pill Monk!

Despite the small stature, he was older in years than him and had extensive knowledge and experiences—quite possibly he had consumed more salt than the rice he had eaten.

”Mr. Wei, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

”Just arrived, just arrived, didn’t wait long.”

Wei Hu was somewhat flattered.

They walked past row after row of seats.

Jiang Ding sat down at the head of the conference room.

An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng sat next to him, while Wei Hu followed with small steps and carefully took his seat on the left, barely touching a third of the chair.

Jiang Ding picked up the resume laid out on the table.

’Wei Hu, male, fifty-three years old, Seventh Level of Qi Practicing, graduated from Jizhong University, started working at twenty-two, employed by Xinbei Education Group... outstanding achievements...’

’Loose Cultivator of Xianmen Sect...’

Jiang Ding paused in expression.

Any university that does not include ’Cultivation Department’ in its title is a common university, indicating rather ordinary talent and comprehension.

However, for this person to have reached the Seventh Level of Qi Practicing at the age of over fifty, even if it is just a Decisive-level cultivation method, is quite commendable. He must be exceptional in some way to have acquired such a bounty of resources.

Wei Hu subconsciously turned his head, feeling somewhat inferior inside.

”Mr. Wei, I have already told you my thoughts. If you assume the position of General Manager of the Sword Dojo, what do you think is the critical point in starting work?”

Jiang Ding asked.

Sword Dojo.

Its official name is Sword Dojo Education Limited Liability Company, which had been registered a few years ago.

”Elder.”

”This is what I think.”

Wei Hu took a deep breath to compose himself.

He knew that for someone like himself, who had led an utterly unremarkable and humdrum life, the greatest opportunity of his life had arrived.

The scrutiny of a Patriarch Jin Dan!

The last hope for advancing further on the path lay right here.

If he missed this chance, he would likely never get another in his lifetime.

”The key point is the teachers.”

”Teachers are the most crucial element in the educational training industry. As long as there are famous teachers who can teach their students well, parents usually have a very high tolerance level.”

”On the contrary, if the students are not taught well, even if the facilities are adorned with gold and splendor, and the service attitude is excellent, these are all in vain.”

”Currently, there are very few dedicated Sword Dao teachers on the market, and it is uncertain when their training will take shape.”

”Our best option is to poach them.”

Wei Hu’s eyes were shining: ”The salary for a Cold Weapon Master isn’t particularly high, given that in the college entrance examination cold weapons only account for forty points, far less than the main subjects. Just by offering a bit more money, coupled with your reputation as a Golden Pill Monk, we can easily poach them.”

”With the top Cold Weapon Masters from Xianmen Sect with us, we won’t worry about a lack of students.”

”There’s another benefit to this. Every single training class within the Xianmen Sect that doesn’t teach Sword Dao is our competitor. By poaching their good teachers, their student numbers will correspondingly decrease.”

”Furthermore, as the de facto number one in Cold Weapons in Xianmen Sect, could you perhaps provide a period of Sword Dao training for these teachers we poach?”

Wei Hu asked cautiously.

He knew that high-ranking cultivators extremely disliked being disturbed in their cultivation by external matters.

In the Outer Realm, such interruptions could even lead to the death of a large number of mortals and cultivators.

”That’s possible.”

”I’ll train a group of people who are qualified in swordsmanship.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Within Xianmen Sect, the level of proficiency in cold weapons was just so-so. Even though many people claimed to be famous teachers, in the eyes of true experts, they were actually not up to the mark and needed to be corrected, so as not to continue to harm the students.

”Once the issue of Sword Dao teachers is resolved, then this matter is mostly successful.”

Wei Hu felt greatly assured and confidently said, ”In the Cold Weapon education and training industry, the service targets are just mortals and Qi Practitioners participating in the college entrance exam, with no real industry giants.

With your financial advantage, Cold Weapon master-level technical advantage, as well as the educational objective of being half-profit, half-welfare, you will surely deal a dimensionally reductive blow to other educational training companies.”

”I dare assert, within at most ten years, many Cold Weapon training classes will go bankrupt and close down, and within Xianmen Sect’s Cold Weapons realm, swords will absolutely dominate the mainstream.”

”There is no second possibility!”

”It’s very good that Mr. Wei is so confident.”

Jiang Ding expressed his approval, pondering for a moment.

Wei Hu immediately became nervous, his palms sweating uncontrollably, and he felt uneasy.

”General Manager Wei.”

After a moment’s thought, Jiang Ding signed his name on a contract and passed it over, ”I hope that from now on, you and I can cooperate happily, to each other’s benefit. If you manage this matter well, I think, perhaps there could be a Foundation Building Pill as a reward.”

”I shall not let you down, Elder!”

Wei Hu’s face flushed red. Without even looking at the words on the contract, he pounced on it like a starving dog, quickly scrawled his name, and clutched it tightly to his chest.