Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

After staying at home for a few weeks, Jiang Ding flew towards Xiandu.

Within the Divine Soul Core, leveraging the computing power of the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm, he ceaselessly deduced and pondered the third-order top-tier magic ”Magnetic Space Flash” and ”Magnetic Concealment Skills,” occasionally pausing to relay his insights to his original body.

Over the years, he had cultivated his invisibility and electromagnetic escape techniques to a minor success and was advancing toward a major success.

As for his original body, it had been busy cultivating and refining Flying Swords, occasionally practicing and comprehending the sword techniques captured from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, and discussing swordsmanship with Yu Qianzi.

His progress in this area was exceedingly fast, reaping even greater rewards.

The only regret was that the sword techniques of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion could only be fully utilized with the ”Great Sun Sword Sutra” or its subordinate cultivation methods, and as of late, it seemed that his original body was trying to adapt a set of its own electromagnetic sword techniques.

As for the specifics, he wasn’t too sure.

This matter could only be dealt with by himself, since Zhang Junsheng was already so busy with the Infant Formation Secret Art that it consumed much of his time, and he still needed to cultivate.

As for the others, seniors like Wu Mengsha were far less efficient than the two of them; they could help, but they were not the main force. The most important parts had to be done by himself.

Back in Xiandu,

Sword Dojo skyscraper.

Jiang Ding glanced downward.

This was an azure sword-shaped skyscraper whose sharp tip pierced the sky.

Located outside the Ninth Ring of Xiandu, it stood nine hundred and ninety meters tall with one hundred and ninety-six floors. It housed a hotel, shopping center, and most importantly, sword dojo training facilities, specialized sword training equipment, and research centers for sword techniques, Cultivation Methods, and Flying Sword materials—

The last three, rooms without people.

Inside Xianmen Sect, there simply weren’t such talents. Wu Mengsha and the other seniors could help initiate the process, but wouldn’t take on the main roles as their own cultivation methods weren’t related to sword Cultivation Methods.

Costing three hundred million Low-grade Spirit Stones and taking six years to build.

The construction costs alone were less than forty million Low-grade Spirit Stones; the rest went into the land, Formation Methods inside the building, and the Formation Methods that interfaced with Xiandu’s super complex grand formation. When necessary, the complex grand formation of Xiandu could directly control the Formation Methods of the Sword Dojo skyscraper to fend off foreign enemies.

This was what he had prepared, a center for nurturing the sword industry of Xianmen Sect.

In the future, this would become the hub for research and development of Flying Sword material synthesis, Cultivation Methods, sword techniques, Sword Formations, and sword education, which could not only sustain itself but also turn a profit and thrive.

Compared to veteran Immortals of Nascent Soul like Immortal Yueling of the Moonstone Group, there were many shortcomings.

For example, the Sword Dojo could only be situated on the Ninth Ring of Xiandu. Compared to the Third Ring, there was a difference of at least thirty-fold in the price of land, and the cost of Formation Methods was even greater.

As for related talents, there was an immeasurable gap.

”Developing sword dao doesn’t necessarily require a Sword Cultivator.”

Jiang Ding pondered, ”When I return, I’ll find Wu Mengsha and ask our mentor to introduce some talents, and then build up preliminary frameworks for the sword technique research center, sword dao Cultivation Method research center, Flying Sword material research center, and the sword education research center into a seed-level structure. Later on, we can gradually draw in professional sword dao talents to grow.”

”Wasn’t the original body recently working on electromagnetic sword techniques?”

”Let him subcontract a niche project over, that way the sword technique research center has its initial business, and we can use this business to gradually train the team.”

”If it doesn’t work out, we can just pass it back to him.”

”Once it lands on the right track in the future, we can consider going public to raise money. If by then my Cultivation Base hasn’t hit a bottleneck, many people will be interested, which is another way to accumulate a significant amount of Spirit Stones to develop the sword dao.”

Jiang Ding talked to himself.

As for the potential decrease in control, he didn’t mind.

As long as the sword dao flourished, he didn’t care how much others earned. As long as he could stand at the peak of Xianmen Sect’s sword dao, he would certainly be the one who profited the most.

His silhouette landed on top of the Sword Dojo skyscraper, and the floor-to-ceiling windows slowly opened to either side, revealing the space within.

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The decor was very simple, a deep blue like the surface of a lake, smooth as a mirror-like sea.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

Not even a single space Formation Method was laid out, just a living room of modest size.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged at the center of the meditation room, his gaze extending outward, where he saw gusts of wind blowing, his sleeves fluttering, clouds rolling and unrolling in the sky, and buildings densely packed on the ground below amidst bustling traffic.

”Senior.”

Not far away, a landline telephone transmitted a sweet female voice, coming from the reception desk of the Sword Dojo, her tone filled with surprise, ”There’s a panda about ten years old, shorter than an average panda, who wants to visit you, claiming to have an appointment. May I let her in?”

”Please, let her in,”

Jiang Ding said helplessly.

Having not interacted with children for over a hundred years, he really didn’t know how to communicate with them and so could only let things take their course.

After waiting for a while.

Ding-dong!

With the sound of the elevator coming to a stop, its doors slowly opened on either side.

Jiang Ding’s gaze turned in that direction.

A plump figure walked in; she was over a meter tall, smaller than her peers, her body covered in white fur with black limbs and ears, and a pair of teardrop-shaped black eye patches.

On her back, she carried a green bamboo basket, inside which were three golden-hued bamboo sticks.

”Elder Jiang!”

The panda cub looked left and right, occasionally sniffing with her nose, and her eyes suddenly brightened. She trotted over, placed the green basket down in front of the cross-legged seated Jiang Ding, thought for a moment, and then said in a milky voice, ”Elder Jiang, these are bamboo shoots produced by my family. I am giving them to you. I hope for your care in the future.”

”Thank you, Xiaohua,”

Jiang Ding swept over them with his Divine Sense.

Third-rank, top-grade Golden Attribute Spiritual Plants, the botanical name being Gold Dragon Bamboo Shoots, the Taiqing Flying Sword should like them quite a bit.

They were of considerable value.

If these were presented by an ordinary student, he would definitely have refused.

Such acts would greatly affect their cultivation path. For lower-rank cultivators to obtain high-rank Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, they would have to pay a heavy price.

However, this wealthy individual was different.

It was merely a token of goodwill; refusing it would seem ungracious.

Old Ancestor Hua Lingling’s Divinity Transformation Strategy back then was to encourage the development of the Xianmen Sect Spirit Bamboo Industry. For thousands of years up to now, the cultivation of Spiritual Bamboo has spread throughout the sect; it’s involved in various industries like Spiritual Bamboo Talisman Paper, Talisman Pens, Robes, Flying Swords, Warships, and more, showing vigorous development as a true tycoon.

Back in high school, the Golden Fire Bamboo Paper he had bought originated from a plantation base in Shu Province.

The Electromagnetic Stealth Robe he was still wearing, a top-grade Treasure made from bamboo of the lightning attribute, was also derived from Spirit Bamboo. The Spirit Bamboo had deeply integrated into the life of Xianmen Sect citizens, becoming an indispensable part of the sect’s industry.

”Xiaohua, why do you want to learn swordsmanship?”

Jiang Ding asked.

He hadn’t quite given up hope; if the Sword Dao could welcome a panda Sword Cultivator, the cultivation of the Sword Dao industry would be significantly accelerated. If Old Ancestor Hua Lingling dropped just a single panda hair, it would be worth far more than he was wealthy.

”I want to beat up Hua Xiaoye!”

Xiaohua clenched her paws, flames seemed to burn within the teardrop-shaped black eye patches, and she said indignantly, ”She always bullies me because she can use Magic and drive tanks, often snatching my Spirit Bamboo. I’m going to get back at her!”