Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

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Whoosh!

A flying sword came from afar, and dropped a storage bag mid-air, landing neatly inside a half-open Spirit Sealing Box.

Close the box.

Streams of sword qi wrapped around and lifted the box, taking it into the train's cockpit.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding took the box and tucked it into his Storage Jade Pendant but he didn't have high hopes for the contents of the storage bag.

An old cultivator, deciding to fight to the death, wouldn't likely leave spoils of war for others on purpose; finding a few dozen low-grade spirit stones would be considered lucky.

However, the storage bag itself was rather valuable; it could fetch five to six thousand spirit coins in Xianmen Sect.

Jiang Ding had stepped up to help, so the spoils of war were all his.

That copper rod of supreme magic tool was also his but he didn't want to touch it; the professional staff of the police organization would handle it and return it.

The storage bag would be dealt with the same way, handed over to a professional appraisal company.

"Classmate, you are amazing!"

The bearded train captain gave him a thumbs-up.

"It was thanks to your cooperation."

Jiang Ding bowed slightly, his figure becoming a transparent haze, disappearing from sight.

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"The intruder has been eliminated."

"Dear passengers, please return to your seats in an orderly manner. Train K854 will soon depart towards Xianduxi Station…"

Having completed its self-check, the train slowly gained speed, with landscapes swiftly passing by.

"The missile response was very quick this time."

"It seemed like a blue thing… What was that?"

Many passengers relaxed, their expressions showing the relief of having survived a disaster.

Many might never experience a cultivator attack from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace in their lifetime, and here they were, having done so without any casualties—a very fortunate outcome indeed.

Having faced life and death, the mood for chatting had disappeared; everyone was silently resting, calling their families.

"You…"

The girl with the bun hairstyle was startled.

In just the blink of an eye, a youth appeared before her, but what was key was that those around her noticed nothing—as if he had always been there, never having disappeared.

"Are you human or a ghost…"

She swallowed hard, feeling somewhat spooked.

"Shh!"

Jiang Ding gestured for her to be quiet, closed his eyes, and fell into his usual state of cultivation.

'I can't waste time like this. I need to find a postnatal method to compress and purify true qi, so that when I switch to another practice, I can retain as much of my cultivation base as possible and not start again from the second or third level of Qi cultivation.'

Quietly considering various study matters, he quickly entered a meditative state similar to deep concentration.

The girl with the bun hairstyle wanted to talk more but seeing this scene, she could only give up in resignation.

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Five or six hours later, the train crossed thousands of kilometers.

"This is the terminal station, Xianduxi Station. Please disembark in an orderly fashion. We look forward to your next ride..."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

"Dari Swordsman!"

The girl with the bun hairstyle, who had been waiting for a while, finally seized the opportunity. Through the network and flying sword information, she confirmed the identity of the person opposite her and hopefully asked, "Could we add each other on Rong Chat Number?"

"Sorry."

Without giving an answer, Jiang Ding's figure flashed, and he merged with the disembarking crowd.

"Don't be so stingy!"

The girl with the bun hairstyle stomped her foot, but by then, she couldn't see even a trace of him.

At the ticket gate,

there was a bustling crowd.

Jiang Ding scanned the area, glancing at various signs like 'Xiandu University of Technology', 'Xiandu University of Ethnic Groups', 'Beidou University', and quickly located Qingfeng University. He also spotted someone familiar, with silver hair cheerfully bouncing.

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He walked over and released a strand of his aura.

"This sense of abruptness..."

Jin Lingfeng's face changed upon seeing a youth in blue clothes suddenly appear within the range of Divine Sense, she said helplessly, "This is the Xianmen Sect, my Dari Swordsman, what are you using the Art of Small Concealment for so properly?"

"I'm used to it, what should I do?"

Jiang Ding asked, his aura receding once more.

To be honest, he had quite a bit of social anxiety, feeling somewhat uneasy in this place surrounded by strangers.

"Just wait a bit longer, we need enough people for a shuttle bus before we can leave," Jin Lingfeng explained. "I took on a welcoming job at the school, it comes with an extra credit."

"Aren't you from Beidou University Affiliated High School? It matches your job."

"You know it's an affiliated high school?"

Jin Lingfeng rolled her eyes.

"Beidou University Affiliated High School offers a lot of extra points for the college entrance combat subjects, and many cultivators like to send their children there before college. But when it comes to attending university, they often opt for Qingfeng University."

"Qingfeng University has a slightly higher breakthrough rate for Nascent Soul Stage cultivators, not just me, but Ou Daocheng, An Siyan and a few others have also applied to Qingfeng University."

"I see."

Jiang Ding found a corner and closed his eyes to rest.

After about fifteen minutes, enough people had gathered, and Jin Lingfeng led twenty or thirty people towards the university shuttle bus outside the station.

These students were all first-year students at Qingfeng University, from both the ordinary and Cultivation departments, with the former making up the majority.

"Has anyone recognizable arrived yet?"

An Siyan, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and exuding a scholarly air, asked casually.

"There is one, you definitely know him, and he's on the bus."

Jin Lingfeng teased.

"It's him."

An Siyan understood, and her Nascent Soul Stage Divine Sense descended, scanning every part of the bus bit by bit.

She found nothing.

Although every seat was filled, a thorough look yielded no one in particular, and it wasn't as if she could just pull people out and search them.

"You're incredible."

She gave up and closed her eyes to rest.

"Please make sure you are seated and holding on, the bus is about to take off..."

The sound of the wind whistled as the scenery outside the window flashed by rapidly.

Jiang Ding silently observed everything in Xiandu.

The ground was covered with skyscrapers while the sky was dotted with floating islands, neon lights twinkling brightly even in the daytime, displaying diverse landscapes and climates: deserts, gardens, grasslands, and wintery scenes.

Cultivators in their flying vehicles and escape lights shuttled through the sky, with some even riding on birds.

It appeared chaotic at first glance, but upon closer examination, there was a clear pattern.

Cultivators followed certain trajectories, flying vehicles had their own lanes, and Spirit Beasts and birds had their paths, with complex rules governing changes in direction, traffic lights, and speed limits.

This was truly a city of the immortals.

In contrast, Rongcheng City seemed like a mere small place, often appearing no different from a city thousands of years ago.

Of course,

All of this seemed utterly insignificant under one single tree.

Jiang Ding looked up, his eyes filled with shock.

In the distance, a colossal ancient tree with a diameter of several tens of kilometers stood tall.

Its shade covered hundreds of kilometers across Xiandu, its thick trunk and branches piercing straight into the atmosphere, reaching into the starry sky, swallowing cosmic starlight and radiation, and turning them into waves of Spiritual Energy that surged into the body of the tree.

Then, through the tree's roots spread throughout the planet, it delivered energy to cities of Xianmen Sect for the cultivation of small and large cultivators alike, and adjusted the planet's weather, Spiritual Energy, continental plate movements, and more.

The Divine Tree of Heaven!

This was the vessel for the Central Array Spirit Computer; the trees elsewhere in Rongcheng and other places were merely offshoots growing from the roots and could not compare to it.

"Up ahead is Qingfeng University,"

a senior introduced.

Above a massive branch of the Divine Tree of Heaven, a floating island of over a hundred kilometers in size was supported, filled with dense woods and ninety-nine rivers crisscrossing throughout, with endless waterfalls cascading down from the edges of the floating island.