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

758: Chapter 739: Sixth-Order Void Treasure – Nurturing Cradle 758: Chapter 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 kiloters.

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 mont, 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, sowhat 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 n; the Blood King Army’s numbers were six to seven tis 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 Supre 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 asures, the outco of the war was still unknown.

History is filled with fierce warriors who have defeated enemies ten or even twenty tis 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 seed 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, Concealnt, 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 requirents 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 extrely vulnerable to sneak attacks.

“That would be the warships of Xiann,” Jiang Ding remarked.

Naturally, it couldn’t be granted.

Apart from the restrictions Xiann 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 Xiann’s warships.

“Doesn’t Liudao Sect’s elite army have so kind of basic military formation treasure?” Jiang Ding pondered, “Then give them ninety.

Please ask the Xiann Science Institute to design flying boats tailored to the Taoist Soldiers’ Cultivation thod, refined through ancient thods; their functionality should be kept at about three tis stronger than those of Liudao Sect’s military formation boats.

That will do.”

This outdated technology was all too easy for Xiann, and it was not subject to export restrictions.

In the future, if they grew stronger, they could ask the Xiann 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 erged among the Tushan maids.

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

…

Xiann, 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 Supre Magic Tool.

“Appointnt Letter”

“In response to the call from Xiann Sect to enhance the swordsmanship teaching and research level of Xiann citizens, our university has established the Adult Sword Dao Departnt.

Mr.

Jiang Ding is hereby specially appointed as the first Dean of the Adult Sword Dao Departnt 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 appointnt letter, an electronic docunt was also sent.

It involved changes to the citizen information archives, accurate and without error.

“Sigh, it’s ti to work again.”

Jiang Ding sighed.

The main body naturally could not co to do it; he needed to cultivate, to develop various aspects of Sword Dao, and simply did not have the ti 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 Xiann 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 eting rights of the Sword Dojo Group’s departnt managers.

If any unsolvable issues arise, report them.”

This ant 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 tis.

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 Departnt, 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 imdiately felt a difference.

Instantly, his mind beca 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 ca to the students, he could ticulously provide assistance and teaching suggestions for each aspect.

“Impressive!”

“What a miraculous teaching Treasure!”

Jiang Ding exclaid in admiration.

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

However, the stone platform alone seed 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 Xiann 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.