Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 940 - 911 The Cold Cruelty of Sword Dao

Jiang Ding held a notebook in his hand, traveling between the River of Sun Flame and the Moon Creek River, occasionally writing and drawing, making plans and schemes.

"Since you asked, then this fairy will tell you."

Fish Qianzi followed him like a shadow, answering her own question: "I am here to receive the memorial gift for the champion of the 1356th Immortal Dao Alliance championship, which the officials notified me through the Green Wood Immortal Sect embassy. I happened to be free, so I came over."

"And just happened to pass by, saw you here, so I came over."

"Here, look at this trophy."

She took out a trophy the size of a human head from her Storage Treasures, studded with thirty-six top-grade Spirit Stones, shining brilliantly golden.

"Champion?"

Jiang Ding finally turned around, somewhat surprised.

The Immortal Dao Alliance.

This was a game with an ancient lineage in the Immortal Gates, existing since The Era Without Spirits, and after ten thousand years of iterations, this game is still household known. To the commoners, it's merely a game, but for cultivators, it tests one's Divine Sense control and computational abilities and has a massive fan base within the Immortal Gates.

The Sun Extinguisher Heavenly Monarch is one, having achieved the title of champion ten times, self-proclaimed as the Ten-Time Champion, and he takes pride in it, boasting to anyone he meets.

To make a comparison, it's like in the online Sword Dao game, where everyone has the same condition, and someone has managed to be the first in Sword Dao for ten consecutive years—it's quite remarkable.

You must know that the Immortal Dao Alliance, unlike the Sword Dao online game, is extremely popular within the Immortal Gates with mass participation, and many Heavenly Monarchs have the habit of entering it to train their Divine Sense control abilities.

The Immortal Gates once experienced a prolonged wartime system.

Any seemingly casual entertainment has its significant uses.

Fish Qianzi, at the Golden Core Realm, managed to defeat many Heavenly Monarchs and win the championship of the 1356th edition, which shows her capabilities in Divine Sense control and computation.

"Very impressive."

"If you were born in the Immortal Gates, you might have been an excellent Fleet Commander."

Jiang Ding exclaimed.

Divine Sense control and computation—these are the core abilities of a fleet commander.

"Then I would be doomed."

Fish Qianzi curled her lip, disdainfully saying: "I was born ten thousand years ago in a remote lesser realm called the Spirit Mist Realm, a part of the Green Wood Immortal Sect. It would have been impossible for those like you to accept me as an Immortal Gate citizen. Without Cultivation Methods, I probably would have died of old age at the Golden Core Realm."

"..."

Jiang Ding said nothing.

For a cultivator of the lesser realms, the Immortal Gates indeed resemble barren land. Even if you possess incredible talent and an Innate Taoist Body, if you are not a citizen, you won't be recognized as one of their own.

Unless you have an extremely high score in ideological and moral thought, high military merits, and strong creativity—

But that's impossible.

Other aspects aside, if one is talented, military merits and creativity can be compensated for afterward, but ideological and moral thought, without early education and environmental influence, could not be innately possessed.

That is an inherent flaw of the Immortal Gates.

"Huzhou cannot be worm-eaten, flowing water cannot rot."

How can one stand in the Domain without gathering heroes from all over the world, with excellent ideological and moral thought, and exceptional talents, keeping vigilant at all times, self-revolving, and self-renewing?

One should proactively educate and nurture cultivators of the lesser realms. Good ideological and moral thought does not spring naturally from stones; it requires continuous education, continuous nurturing.

Not utterly left to fend for themselves.

However, this cannot be done now as it would lead to an uprising, dissatisfaction among many cultivator citizens.

"Speak up, why did you come to me?"

Jiang Ding let out a slight sigh in his heart, changing the subject: "Your Sword Dao Realm has not yet broken through to Undying. Why aren't you honestly cultivating in the Immortal Sect, roaming around aimlessly?"

Indeed, Fish Qianzi was still half a step from the Undying Realm and had yet to break through.

For some reason.

Logically, she should have accomplished the breakthrough in swordsmanship in the same instant she broke through to the Nascent Soul Stage.

'Swordsman, right, you are doing well.'

The voice of Yueling praised: 'Taoist disciples, you should not suppress them; instead, you should make them as strong as possible.'

"That's easily said."

"Sword Dao, how could it be broken through by merely reflecting in seclusion."

Fish Qianzi was somewhat frantic: "The Green Wood Immortal Sect is too peaceful, especially since I'm half a Taoist disciple, they don't bother with me at all."

"I can't find a mortal enemy, an opponent!"

"Surely I can't imitate the craziness of you Great Sun Sword Cultivation maniacs, indiscriminately grabbing anyone and killing, right?"

"By doing so, let alone me, even Ji Liuyue would become unstable in her position."

"The Green Wood Immortal Sect is not a Sword Sect; they would not allow such uncontrollable incidents to happen, even Taoist disciples are not allowed to behave recklessly. The atmosphere of this Sect is simply not conducive to practicing the Sword Dao!"

"What about the inner conflicts of the Moon Vein? No one should interfere if you fight amongst yourselves, right?"

Jiang Ding said with malicious intent.

The Taiyin Sword Sect, the Moon Vein, they had quite a few old scores with the Immortal Gates. Immortal Luling was actually blinded in one eye by someone named Immortal Yinwu.

It would be appropriate to look for a reasonable opportunity to kill her.

"That won't do."

Fish Qianzi humphed lightly: "The Moon Vein within the Green Wood Immortal Sect is already sparse in numbers, all sisters, having known each other since childhood. I can't bring myself to do it."

"In the Immortal Sect too, it's almost the same, the Magic Cultivation folks all shrink back, even if you insult them to their face, they just smile and take it, entirely unwilling to engage in a real fight to the death."

"If I were to make a move by force, their seniors would intervene, and saving face doesn't work."

"After thinking it over, in the Domain, among those at the same level, the only one that could possibly kill me and also let me breakthrough, is you."

"That's why I've come here."

"So, you want to either kill me or be killed by me huh......"

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly, finally understanding the madness of sword cultivators on the Sword Dao.

"Very well."

"As you wish."

Clang!

A sword was drawn.

In the sky, the light shone brilliantly!

A dazzling Great Sun rose, radiating endless luminosity up to the heavens and down to the earth, carrying the momentum of the world, and the aura of law-breaking, undying, forbidden, and annihilation swept through all directions.

The Sword Qi was like light!

Yu Qianzi's hair stood on end, her body shook with tremors.

She held her breath, greedily and eagerly gazing at the shining sun in the sky, keenly feeling that constantly changing immortal will within every ray of light, its aura shifting millions of times in every instant.

Finally, the unyielding sword-light stabilized into a rhythm of extreme heat and destruction.

This was the Fourth Realm of the Sword Dao, the Immortal Realm!

Immortality was not for defense, to make oneself invulnerable to attacks by others.

It was for change!

One slash of the sword, the aura changing millions of times, finding the rhythmic pattern of the sword-light that would counter the enemy's cultivation method or magic in an instant and then transform, creating an ultimate targeted attack, where a single portion of power could be used as at least five portions of the original power.

Even the most ordinary Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator could face a Heavenly Monarch with it!

"Yu Qianzi,"

"I hope you can advance further and not die."

Jiang Ding used thirty percent of his power and sincerely wished.

If Yu Qianzi chose to provoke him of her own accord and died, so be it.

This conformed to the laws of the Immortal Sects.

Although it was not his wish and would affect the already calming relations between domains,

to hold back to this extent now was already his limit.

He was a cultivator, but also a human being with emotions and anger, and he saw no reason to suppress himself for the sake of an adversary, making himself miserable.

If one was truly too weak, then they should die.

Boom!

The ever-changing destructive Great Sun became stable, bringing with it the annihilation of moonlight, the terrifying aura of slaughtering Taiyin descending from the sky, arriving above the beautiful fairy in the white dress.

"Jiang Dingzi,"

"I definitely will."

Yu Qianzi gripped the sword hilt.

She had anticipated this and was not afraid, she was enlightened and possessed an absolute and blind confidence, not feeling like she was courting death but rather walking the supreme and broad path of advancing on the Sword Dao.

Clang!

She drew her sword, burning her Essence Blood.

"Kill!"

Yu Qianzi murmured softly, her voice ethereal and dreamlike.

She merged with her sword, transforming into a beam of clear moonlight, carrying a cold, illusionary scent and the breath of near-immortality, charging towards the destructive Great Sun in the sky.

This scene was very much like a moth attracted to flame.

In the sky, a rare and wondrous sight occurred that was seldom seen for ages, the brilliance of the Great Sun and the serene moonlight appeared in the same sky, approaching each other.

Then,

Boom!

The confrontation only lasted for a moment before the Taiyin Star was annihilated, the Taiyin Flying Sword shattered, and along with a charred figure, there was no lingering presence.

The disparity was too terrifying, not even on the same level.

The gap between Yu Qianzi and Jiang Ding, no, with all Taoist disciples, was enormous. Her innate deficiencies were only evened out by forcibly relying on her swordsmanship realm.

Half-step immortal swordsmanship.

In the Golden Core Period, one could speak as equals with Taoist disciples of the same level, becoming friends and confidants, banter or rage freely, drawing swords in a fit of anger—that was all very normal.

No one would see it as a problem; even the most outraged Taoist disciples could only endure.

In the Nascent Soul Stage, it was still half-step immortal swordsmanship.

Such a person could become the prime war general under a Taoist disciple, highly esteemed, and most Taoist disciples would affectionately address her as junior sister or sister, with an even better attitude.

All the hostility, dissatisfaction, and conflicts vanished in an instant, becoming exceedingly trusted and regarded as a core supporter.

As for casual teasing and swearing?

Please be mindful of one's status and position.

That is the etiquette and duty that every Immortal Sect Practitioner should possess, which changes with one's cultivation and realm, something one ought to know without need for reminders from others.

Thud!

A charred body unrecognizable as human and a Flying Sword, devoid of Spiritual Light, fell to the ground, embedding deeply into the soil.

"Sigh,"

"Are you dead?"

Jiang Ding glanced over, indifferent.

He sheathed his sword and left the place, continuing to wander in the Great Sun Heavenly Pond, drawing and writing in his notebook, carrying on with the renovation plans for his house.