Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 303 - 292 The Taiqing Flying Sword Lacks a Beating_1
303: Chapter 292 The Taiqing Flying Sword Lacks a Beating_1
303 -292 The Taiqing Flying Sword Lacks a Beating_1
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“Eye orb?
What eye orb?”
Jiang Ding was momentarily stunned.
“It means what Immortal Dinghai intended.”
Immortal Luling was somewhat irritable, “Wasn’t I almost killed by an old hag from the Taiyin Sword Sect, who slashed me with her sword?
“Then, her Sword Intent remained in my eye orb, here, this one.”
He took out a glass-like spherical orb made of jade, complete with whites and irises, only to be sliced in half at the pupil, held together by a thin layer of blood skin.
Clang!
In an instant, Jiang Ding felt the piercing chill of sword cries assaulting him, spreading through the wild, like a water-blue moon descending from the sky, freezing Divine Souls and wiping out all thoughts, leaving him utterly vulnerable.
After a long time, which might have been dozens of minutes or as if he had lived through an entire era of sea change and the passage of years,
the Taiqing Flying Sword trembled violently, exuding streamers of deep blue brilliance, carrying the sense of Destruction and Breaking Law, like a flame suddenly born out of the eternal years of the Ice Age.
A sense of warmth came through, and with great struggle, using all the willpower he possessed, Jiang Ding barely recovered.
“This…
what is this…”
Jiang Ding forced his eyes open, exclaiming in horror.
It was merely a trace of Sword Intent that had lingered for who knows how long, even after being continuously weakened by a Nascent Soul Immortal, yet it still held such terrifying power.
If he were to confront it head-on, the thought of it was unimaginably horrifying.
Clang!
Just as he had rallied his senses, a faint sound of sword cry came, making his head reel and threatening to plunge him back into a daze of senselessness, oblivious to the passage of time.
He simply couldn’t resist!
It wasn’t something that caution could prevent; this was an absolute domination of the soul’s will.
“That’s the one.”
Immortal Luling put away the eye orb with a cold snort.
“The Sword Intent of the Taiyin Sword Sect has a strong illusionary effect and decent stealth abilities.
It is a faction pushed forward by the collective effort of the Eight Immortal Sects to suppress Xianmen Sect, with quite specific targeting, though somewhat immature at the moment.”
“If it weren’t for Xuanwu Heavenly Palace and Xianmen Sect playing all their trump cards, they could have annihilated it in an instant.”
After losing the suppression of the Sword Intent, Jiang Ding took several minutes to regain his consciousness and performed an Inner View of his Divine Soul.
“It’s effective!”
He was delighted to discover that the aggressive urge to seek out combat and spill blood had vanished.
The Taiqing Flying Sword also became much more stable.
No longer would it excitedly thrash about for no reason, now it was extremely well-behaved.
It just needed a sound thrashing!
Furthermore, the Sword Intent of Destruction experienced an extremely slight enhancement, taking a subtle step from inception to minor accomplishment.
A treasure indeed!
This was a treasure capable of enhancing the Sword of Dao Foundation!
“Dear Teacher Yu Chi…”
Jiang Ding lifted his head, his eyes fervent and bright, a smile blossoming on his face, showing none of his usual social anxiety, “Do you have any unmarried daughters or granddaughters at home, or any other relatives of that sort?”
This item was too precious!
Based on Fourth-Order materials and also contained the Sword Intent of a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, it was enough to drive certain individuals to madness, to disregard their own safety.
The worth of ten Golden Pill Monks put together,
plus selling blood, exertion, and even one’s life, wouldn’t suffice!
“No, no!
Don’t look at me with that expression.”
Immortal Luling shuddered, suppressing the feeling of nausea, “I don’t have a daughter or a granddaughter, and even if I did, you couldn’t dream of it.
No Nascent Soul Monk would ever marry their daughter to someone like you, who clearly lives by the sword.”
He frowned.
“It’s not that this thing is particularly precious; it won’t fetch a high price in Immortal Sects, though perhaps the Five Elements Heavenly Sect might value it.
But I’m not so desperate as to sell my eye orb…
The main reason is I want to use this thing to craft a locator, so when the fighting comes to a halt, I can gather a few dozen friends, set an ambush, and kill that old hag.”
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“Teacher Yu Chi!”
“Why such fuss over a mere Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator?!”
Jiang Ding’s expression became solemn as he spoke passionately, “Once I advance to the Nascent Soul Stage, I’ll capture her myself and deliver her to you for disposal.
Why should you, elder, intervene personally?”
“A mere Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator?”
Immortal Luling hummed lightly and fell into deep thought.
Great Sun Swordsmen.
Indeed, they did have some clout.
Nascent Soul Great Sun Swordsmen of the same rank were extremely terrifying; even a group of Nascent Souls banding together to kill them would be seeking death, but this Great Sun Swordsman was not a common one, and there were doubts about his advancement path.
Moreover, even if he were to advance to Nascent Soul, it would take at least five or six hundred years.
By then, the pickled vegetables would have long turned cold.
“Enough, this one’s for you.”
After a long contemplation, Immortal Luling sighed, “If you truly become a Nascent Soul one day, that old woman will probably be dead by then.
You can go and kill another Nascent Soul Monk from the Taiyin Sword Sect then…
Motherf*cker, just five or six hundred years, I will definitely still be around, and I will have achieved Divinity Transformation!”
“This is just a material; you’d better refine it into a special artifact to maximize its effects…”
He tossed the eyeball over.
In midair, he pulled it back.
“Teacher…”
Jiang Ding, filled with anticipation, dared not do anything but just watch eagerly.
“Forget it, you definitely can’t afford the spirit stones and materials required for artifact refinement.
I’ll refine it for you.
I’ll give it to you within three years.”
Immortal Luling laughed and scolded, “Remember, once you’ve made it, repay me threefold, no, three times the cost!”
“Thank you, Teacher Yu Chi.”
Jiang Ding was overjoyed, bowing deeply.
“It’s nothing, just a trifle.”
After a moment, Immortal Luling remembered something, “I recall Immortal Mieri almost got chopped to death by a Nascent Soul Stage Great Sun Swordsman.
I’ll ask him if he left any traces, and if he’s willing to give it to you.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, though.
In that racial blood war, he was the only comrade who survived.
He holds deep prejudices against sword cultivators, especially those from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.”
“The student understands.”
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“What’s the good news?”
“I saw you smiling like a blooming flower in front of Immortal Luling just now; it’s the first time I’ve ever seen you like this.”
Seven days of Air-Space Combat System classes went by.
On the way home from school, An Siyan asked curiously.
Jin Lingfeng also looked over.
“Indeed, it’s a happy occasion.
My sudden desire for slaughter has been temporarily resolved,” Jiang Ding nodded, then sighed, “It’s just that I now owe a huge favor and don’t know when I’ll be able to repay it.”
Back in the mining area,
the sense of urgency in his heart dissipated, and he finally had the mood to look at the scenery around him.
Amongst the piles of chaotic rocks, waves of golden wheat swayed in the wind.
Neglected, many of the wheat ears were hollow, but a few still bore full, golden grains, showing signs of advancing towards the Second-order Golden Spirit Wheat.
“This is quite a coincidence.”
Jiang Ding didn’t feel it was a pity.
First-order Golden Spirit Wheat was effective for those in the Qi Practicing Phase, but after building the foundation, it was completely useless.
Only the five-year Second-order Golden Spirit Wheat could slowly help promote one’s cultivation base.
Clang!
The Taiqing Flying Sword unsheathed from his brow and weaved through the wheat field.
After dozens of breaths, it returned.
The wind blew, and many stalks with their grains fallen turned into crumb powder along with their roots.
Some of the Golden Spirit Wheat with weak vitality and no hope of advancement were also collected, entering his Storage Jade Pendant and enriching the soil with the insects that turned into corpses.
“Switch them with wood Spiritual Wheat of the same level to give to my mother and uncle, and those on Jinlingshan Mountain…”
His figure vanished from sight.
