Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 200 - 191 Truly Delightful_1
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"This is Sixth Uncle."
"Greetings, Sixth Uncle!"
"Good, good, good... Our Lin Clan has now produced a Top Scholar of the Fairy Door... A thousand years from now, our descendants will also see a mention of this in the history books..."
An elder was so overjoyed that he cried, but he was persuaded to stop by others and then burst into laughter.
"This is Seventh Uncle..."
"Greetings, Seventh Uncle..."
Lin Wanqiu led Jiang Ding, introducing him to these rarely seen relatives one by one, sharing her joy with others.
Jiang Ding also deftly responded to each greeting, drawing constant praise. Truly befitting a top scholar.
"Is this guy really the Dari Swordsman??!"
At one of the tables, Hua Bing couldn't help herself.
Having experienced simulated combat, countless lives withered before her eyes, bodies torn and shattered, it took her a while to recover with the help of her parents.
Even now her temper was a bit explosive, occasionally wanting to curse or provoke a fight to ease her tension.
The others were in similar straits.
That guy acted as if nothing had happened.
"This is called 'control at will, not losing oneself to the sword.'"
Gongsun Ling from Class Two also joined in the fun, guessing, "Perhaps for a Dari Swordsman who has comprehended Sword Intent, war and killing are as common as eating and drinking, and won't be affected by things like a dark personality, combat trauma, or stress reactions."
"That sounds amazing."
Students from Class One, Class Two, and others gathered nearby, sitting at several tables, with someone exclaiming in amazement.
Previously, everyone had agreed that, with the university switch to learning Cultivation Methods and tight study schedules, the originally scheduled post-College Entrance Exam gathering would be moved here.
After all, Jiang Ding wasn't lacking the food for a few more tables.
"This is..."
"Greetings, Teacher Guo! Greetings, Teacher Wang, Teacher Zhang..."
Before Lin Wanqiu could introduce them, Jiang Ding spoke first, offering a cup of tea in respect.
Teachers like Zhang Dingjun and Guo Kui had also arrived, celebrating the first Top Scholar of the Fairy Door they had managed to teach in their decades-long careers, although they didn't understand how he had become a top scholar.
But a perfect result was all that mattered.
The value of teachers in every subject skyrocketed overnight, with parents who needed tutoring automatically raising their offers, and they had to wait for availability.
"Dari Swordsman, long time no see!"
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Zhang Dingjun joked, "Us old folks are all bent over now, so don't suppress us with your Sword Intent just because you were punished in class back then."
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
Jiang Ding said, feeling embarrassed.
"Hahaha..."
Everyone laughed.
"Stop with the alcohol, clear this food and drink away."
Guo Kui pushed aside the food and alcohol, quickly pulling out an expensive-looking sheet of Xuan paper and a Talisman Pen shining with Spiritual Light, unceremoniously saying, "That darn Gao Wu dares to show off in front of me, he's really courting death. How could I tolerate that?"
"Give me three sheets first, and make them jealous to death."
"Alright."
Jiang Ding couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The bond between teacher and student over three years was indeed special; however he wrote would be fine.
"Teacher, aren't you exaggerating a bit?"
When he looked up again, teachers from several subjects were doing the same, and he felt a headache coming on, his hands slightly sore.
"It is indeed that exaggerated."
Zhang Dingjun and the others exchanged glances and all smiled.
"The calligraphy of a Top Scholar of the Fairy Door might not have much value now, but when you advance to the Nascent Soul Stage or even higher realms, it will be extremely valuable."
"Not to mention that your characters contain Sword Intent, which can slightly help others in grasping the concept, making it worth many times more than a regular Top Scholar's calligraphy."
"If the teachers say so, then it must be the case," Jiang Ding shrugged and began writing, infusing each character with Sword Intent on the Xuan paper.
One after another, he refused no one. Soon, the sound of swords ringing echoed as the quantity caused a qualitative change.
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As if he were within the Sword Formation!
Faintly, azure ancient trees seemed to rise from the ground; the scorching sun fell into their shadows, sending a bone-chilling spiritual coldness throughout, causing instinctual trembling.
"Stop!"
"That will do for now!"
After writing three pieces of calligraphy for each teacher, Zhang Dingjun hurriedly called a halt, a trace of alarm flashing in his eyes.
He suspected that if the Sword Intent continued to accumulate to a certain extent, it might even harm the surrounding guests, turning a joyous occasion into a tragedy, which would make him a villain.
"Mm, thank you for coming today, teachers," he said.
Jiang Ding nodded and continued to greet the next table of guests.
After making his rounds for over thirty minutes, he finally managed to shake off his mother and sat down beside Li Junhao.
"Jiang Ding, we've organized a summer study group next to the library. Do you want to join?" Hua Bing asked.
"Li Tie, Gongsun Ling, Li Junhao, and the others have joined. It's mainly about studying together to improve our Chinese and math scores in preparation for university and for switching to Cultivation Methods."
"I'll join. I've also been at the library recently, so we can just go together," Jiang Ding said with interest.
"That's great!"
The others showed expressions of joy.
Having a Top Scholar of the Xianmen Sect there would greatly enhance the value of the study group. They could discuss problems together and ask for solutions, improving the efficiency of their learning.
Jiang Ding looked up into the distance and then withdrew his gaze.
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In the midst of the banquet,
a ruggedly handsome middle-aged man sat rigid, drenched in cold sweat, not daring to move an inch.
Only when facing the full force of the Dari Swordsman's Sword Intent did he truly feel the terror within, as if the Azure Great Sun had descended from the heavens and fallen to earth, capable of incinerating the soul with a mere breath.
He didn't doubt that merely with a thought, he could die silently and without warning.
"He is..."
The abnormal behavior of this guest drew some attention from relatives and friends around him, some of whom looked on with anticipation for a spectacle.
Lin Wanqiu, who had been busy welcoming guests all this time, frowned slightly but then relaxed and walked over to lead him to a quieter spot.
"You should be able to tell, he doesn't like you," Lin Wanqiu said indifferently.
"Huff, huff..."
Jiang Chaoyang gasped desperately several times before he could barely ease the fear in his heart and wrench himself away from the terror of the Azure Great Sun.
"...I just came to look, ha... haha..."
He forced an awkward smile.
No one responded.
The two of them were silent for a long time, as if they had nothing to say to each other.
"I suddenly feel like laughing."
Remembering something, Lin Wanqiu said, "That person you poured all your hopes into is called Jiang Jinxian, right? He seems to have been accepted into Qianling University's Cultivation Department too. He has a fifty percent chance of success in foundation building, to become a Foundation-building cultivator."
"If successful, a Foundation-building cultivator, in addition to maintaining their own cultivation, should be able to support one more cultivator, just one."
"Who do you think he will support, his mother or you?"
Jiang Chaoyang's face turned deathly pale.
"True hearts respond to true hearts, while falsehood begets falsehood," Lin Wanqiu mocked.
"How intelligent and sharp-witted Foundation-building cultivators are. Even if they don't realize it at first, once they grow up, what kind of affection could hide such a selfish and filthy heart?"
"What a pity."
"An orphan, struggling his whole life, scheming his whole life, willing to bear countless curses, casting aside all moral shacles, only for the ultimate hope to abandon him in the end. How utterly..."
"Delightful!"
Lin Wanqiu laughed heartily, like a madwoman, drawing the attention of many, yet she didn't care in the slightest.
