Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 758 - 739: Sixth-Order Void Treasure - Nurturing Cradle

From Jiang Ding's perspective, he overlooked the entire Black Snow Prairie.

Groups of Tushan maids were active in various places, each divided into thousand and several thousand strong units, each commanded by a captain, with nine maids at the center directing nearby troops. Within the maiden group's court, they strategized over the whole situation, receiving information from all quarters, and controlling the warfare over hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

The maids were either marching, slaughtering, sieging cities, or establishing basic governance in areas that had already settled down, accepting the loyalty of local families and sects and conscripting their manpower and resources for the war.

The rule that Liudao Sect had established over ten years was being destroyed bit by bit.

At a certain moment, as orders were issued, the scattered maids began to converge toward a central point, their numbers growing more and more.

In total, there were more than fifty thousand cultivators, disciplined and strictly adhering to military law, including even over a hundred Golden Pill Monks of various realms, and none exhibited the typical disorder common among cultivators.

Through their eyes, one could see more of the Blood King Army soldiers appearing, their cultivation ranging from cultivating Qi and building foundations to Golden Pill, somewhat chaotic, with cultivators occasionally venturing out in search of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, but on the whole still maintaining considerable order, far better than before.

Their elite troops were especially disciplined and obedient; even the Golden Pill Monks did not dare to be lax or act recklessly.

What was more important was the number, reaching millions!

With each Golden Pill Monk as the core, they each built their own units, bound by military law, and their fighting spirit soared to the sky, making a spectacular sight.

Their target was not difficult to guess.

Liudao Sect's Saint Heir, Yin Dao!

So far, the great army of Liudao Sect had only a little more than five hundred thousand men; the Blood King Army's numbers were six to seven times theirs.

Although their training and elite status weren't as good, they were no longer the disorganized rabble of before; they could be called an army, at least capable of operating in formation.

They were lacking in flexibility and cooperation, but they still had army formations.

Beyond that, the core Golden Pill Monks of the army had all signed Daoist Pacts, which bound them much more strongly than before.

Golden Pill Monks, who held the position of patriarchs or Supreme Elders within sects and families, with Qi Practitioners and foundation-building cultivators often being their disciples or juniors, would ensure the army stayed intact as long as they did not waver and maintained the will to fight.

Of course, even with such measures, the outcome of the war was still unknown.

History is filled with fierce warriors who have defeated enemies ten or even twenty times their number with an elite force. If Liudao Sect's Six Dao Saint, Yin Dao, truly possessed divine military genius, he might well achieve another grand victory, just as he did ten years ago.

For now, it seemed he was confident, for he had not chosen to retreat.

Jiang Ding quietly watched the over fifty thousand Tushan maids, observing their cultivation and combat, reading the various decisions of the maiden group's court, and made no criticism but took one last glance.

"My lord, could you have the Refining Masters of Tushan Immortal City create a kind of flying Magic Tool for the army that combines speed, Concealment, defense, and attack capabilities?" asked Chun Jian, Shanggong, and other central court maids.

During their marches and relocations, they found that the original Northern Plains' flying boats and the like were not adaptable to the requirements of army formations; they had to disband the formations, load the people onto the boats, and then reform the formations during battle.

This process left them extremely vulnerable to sneak attacks.

"That would be the warships of Xianmen," Jiang Ding remarked.

Naturally, it couldn't be granted.

Apart from the restrictions Xianmen imposed on exports, the cost was prohibitively high, completely unaffordable for powers within the realm, and even bankrupting oneself wouldn't be enough.

The Nine Great Immortal Sects had similar military formation Magic Tools, but their cost was high and their functionality nowhere near that of Xianmen's warships.

"Doesn't Liudao Sect's elite army have some kind of basic military formation treasure?" Jiang Ding pondered, "Then give them ninety. Please ask the Xianmen Science Institute to design flying boats tailored to the Taoist Soldiers' Cultivation Method, refined through ancient methods; their functionality should be kept at about three times stronger than those of Liudao Sect's military formation boats. That will do."

This outdated technology was all too easy for Xianmen, and it was not subject to export restrictions.

In the future, if they grew stronger, they could ask the Xianmen Science Institute to develop flying warships specifically to match the Nine Daoist Soldiers, to bring their performance to the maximum. Perhaps then, one hundred and eighty thousand Daoist Soldiers could join forces to slay a Divinity Transformation.

Of course, that was perhaps a far-off prospect, at least until dozens of Nascent Soul Immortals emerged among the Tushan maids.

"Keep it up, girls, for the grand path that lies ahead of you," Jiang Ding mused to himself.

...

Xianmen, the Sword Dojo skyscraper.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Before him was a piece of green paper.

It was sent over by his main body using Divine Sense, with anti-counterfeiting Spiritual Light, equivalent to a Supreme Magic Tool.

"Appointment Letter"

"In response to the call from Xianmen Sect to enhance the swordsmanship teaching and research level of Xianmen citizens, our university has established the Adult Sword Dao Department. Mr. Jiang Ding is hereby specially appointed as the first Dean of the Adult Sword Dao Department and a Distinguished Professor.

Sincerely,

Salutations,

Qingfeng University (seal): Picture

President of Qingfeng University (signature): Immortal Dinghai Zhang Cheng

September 15, Year 11320"

Along with the arrival of the paper appointment letter, an electronic document was also sent. It involved changes to the citizen information archives, accurate and without error.

"Sigh, it's time to work again."

Jiang Ding sighed.

The main body naturally could not come to do it; he needed to cultivate, to develop various aspects of Sword Dao, and simply did not have the time to deal with the frequent courses that required several days to more than ten days for foundation-building Qi Practitioners.

Only his avatar could go.

That's how the presidents and teachers of various Xianmen universities do it. They send an avatar to work.

Jiang Ding looked around the top floor of the Sword Dojo where he had spent more than a hundred years, showing a hint of reluctance. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace, issuing an order.

"Elevate the meeting rights of the Sword Dojo Group's department managers. If any unsolvable issues arise, report them."

This meant that from now on the Sword Dojo Group would operate more independently. He would no longer intervene too much, only overseeing the operations.

The order was issued.

Jiang Ding flew high into the sky, heading towards Qingfeng University.

There were no farewells.

Over these hundred years, the Sword Dojo Group, as an organization of mortals and low-ranking Cultivators, had changed its people several times. The initial familiar faces had long since disappeared, with hardly any acquaintances left.

They were just the usual relationships between bosses and employees, where you work and I pay, without much fellowship.

Passing through the shaded streets of Qingfeng University, he found a leaf from the Heaven-Covering Banyan, a Divine Tree representing the Adult Sword Dao Department, and entered it.

Jiang Ding arrived at a grassy area with a stone platform and sat down cross-legged.

"This Treasure..."

Upon sitting down, Jiang Ding immediately felt a difference.

Instantly, his mind became much clearer, his thinking more agile, and he could easily divide his attention into tens or hundreds of parts.

He could more easily respond to each student's questions and design unique teaching plans for them, assist with recording each student's educational progress, and monitor students' physical, Divine Soul, and Mana health conditions, tendencies toward deviation, and the purity levels of their Mana and Divine Souls, among other things.

When it came to the students, he could meticulously provide assistance and teaching suggestions for each aspect.

"Impressive!"

"What a miraculous teaching Treasure!"

Jiang Ding exclaimed in admiration.

One could say that just placing this stone platform in any lower realm could allow the most ordinary Cultivator to become a revered sage-teacher, admired by thousands, and within a mere few hundred years cultivate a powerful Sect, worthy to be called a creation-level Magical Treasure.

However, the stone platform alone seemed to be of little use.

This object needed to be connected to a network to achieve its greatest effect; it was part of the six-tiered Void Treasure of Xianmen teaching—the Nurturing Cradle, an endpoint.

"The Nurturing Cradle can increase comprehension; deducing Magic here can improve efficiency by twenty percent. No wonder Teacher Yuan likes to stay inside the classroom all day without going out..."

Jiang Ding suddenly understood.