Chapter 521 - 521 506 Seeing Yu Qianzi Again

521: Chapter 506: Seeing Yu Qianzi Again 521: Chapter 506: Seeing Yu Qianzi Again The flying sword flew back to the intertwining magnetic imprint between the eyebrows, continuing its nurturing.

“Five months have slipped by unnoticed…”

Jiang Ding calculated with his fingers, heaving a light sigh.

During the time of Foundation Establishment, if there were no major matters or critical points in cultivation, one could return home every week.

However, after attaining the Golden Pill, visits home became much less frequent.

Really, a single session of cultivation or treasure-refinement takes up several months.

There’s just no time to leave.

He resolved to visit home more often in the future.

Jiang Ding soared into the sky, and with a flicker of his figure, he flew towards the leaves where Immortal Dinghai’s language class was held.

From all directions, people flew in, most of them Golden Pill Monks, with only a small number being Foundation-building cultivators.

In recent years, doctoral students admitted to Xianmen Sect would look at senior students like Jiang Ding with respectful eyes.

Gazing down at Qingfeng University’s Floating Island, one could vaguely see numerous Foundation-building Qi Practitioners moving between classrooms and dormitories.

“To others, it seems we are all predecessors, aren’t we?”

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

An Siyan gave him a sidelong glance, “Although we’ve spent these years in school looking rather youthful, the fact is our peers are already having great-grandchildren.

Some are even starting to receive incense offering during the festivals, being referred to as great ancestors.”

“A doctoral program lasts two hundred years.

It’s about time to consider various aspects of employment after graduation.”

“It’s still early for that.”

Jin Lingfeng shook her head, “The two of us still have to reach Foundation Establishment before that.

Otherwise, we won’t live long enough to graduate as doctoral students; now that would be a joke.”

“Indeed.”

An Siyan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Staying in school until old age and dying would be too tragic.

A group of Golden Pill and Foundation-building cultivators gathered on the language class’s leafy classroom, greeting each other as they passed by and discussing issues from the class amongst the buzzing of voices—far more relaxed than in the Dao Principle class.

Immortal Dinghai had been teaching at Qingfeng University for hundreds of years, and one could say he had watched these Golden Pill and Foundation-building cultivators grow up.

This familiarity lent a natural sense of intimacy, without any feeling of constraint.

And one should not underestimate Immortal Dinghai just because he is easily approachable.

Being able to serve as the dean at a top Xianmen educational institution meant he was one of the most outstanding Nascent Soul elites in Xianmen.

In his youth, he was certainly a figure that shook Xianmen, with teaching abilities on a par with Divinity Transformation Cultivators.

This is the Xianmen education that many cultivators from the Extra-terrestrial Immortal Sects envy.

Though, it also led to an overflow of talent and too much internal competition.

“Liu’s Military Industry…”

Jiang Ding’s thoughts were in disarray as he suddenly remembered the victim from the processing of the First Law’s violation incident in Xianmen.

The founder and ancestor of Liu’s Military Industry was the winner of the once-a-century Xianmen Lu Ban Award, one of the most outstanding Golden Pill Cultivators of that era.

Yet, such a person failed to achieve Nascent Soul.

Regretting to the end, he left only the legacy of Liu’s Military Industry to future generations.

This was related to the era.

In the years of his splendor, Xianmen had just emerged from war, destitute and down-and-out.

Even Immortal Mieri could only rely on the Sleeping Hidden Realm for healing, waiting for time to pass.

The Golden Pill cultivator from Liu’s clan could only rely on himself to struggle desperately, but in the end, he lacked luck and died during the process of Nascent Soul formation.

“Taoist disciples…”

“Swordsmen…

How did she appear here?”

Inside the classroom, the noise grew louder and became more focused in one direction.

Jiang Ding snapped back from his thoughts and looked in that direction, momentarily stunned.

Among the crowd, a breathtakingly beautiful girl in a Moon-White Fairy Skirt walked in with a bright smile, sweetly greeting each Daoist and senior brother and sister, exuding high charisma and quickly blending in with the people around her, showing no sign of being a newcomer.

“Taiyin Sword…”

Jiang Ding touched the flying sword at his brow and revealed an eager look.

“Yu Qianzi.”

She did not show the usual cold aloofness of Sword Cultivators; she seemed like a false Sword Cultivator”

Jin Lingfeng frowned, quite displeased, “What is she doing here?”

“I know about this.”

“The negotiations between Xianmen and Green Wood Immortal Sect seem to be coming to an end.”

An Siyan was always well-informed and kept up with things on the internet.

She explained, “It seems she will be studying in Xianmen for two hundred years to strengthen the friendship between Xianmen and Green Wood Immortal Sect.

Some say online that this is like becoming a hostage, just like King Qin Yingzheng’s father from another race.”

“She’s coming over.”

Jin Lingfeng remained expressionless.

“Dari Swordsman, long time no see.”

Yu Qianzi greeted him with a gleeful smile, showing none of the animosity from the time at the Great Sun Heavenly Pond.

There seemed to be something about her that was the exact opposite of the sun, a natural complement to the Dari’s presence.

Merely by being close, the aura of the two began to circulate together, giving a sense of Yin and Yang’s generation and annihilation.

All of this only made Jin Lingfeng loathe them more.

“Hello.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly as his Divine Sense swept over her.

Peak of Foundation Building.

His Taiqing Flying Sword, vibrating with unrestrained excitement, paused for a moment before becoming silent.

“Why are you still at the Peak of Foundation Building?”

Jiang Ding couldn’t help asking.

Being at the Peak of Foundation Building was really inadequate.

She was far from being a worthy opponent for swordsmanship practice; to do so, he must restrain ninety percent of his power just to ensure he wouldn’t kill her.

“Do you still have the face to ask?”

Yu Qianzi’s face darkened as she broke her façade entirely.

“Shameless!”

“If it weren’t for you dragging me here, making me stay in the Taiyin Sword Sect, by now I would already be in the Golden Pellet Realm and surely starting to explore the third realm of swordsmanship, Refining Sword into Silk.”

She grumbled resentfully, “If this delay continues, my swordsmanship will fall to the same embarrassing level as yours.”

“Embarrassing?”

Jiang Ding scoffed.

“Isn’t it?”

Yu Qianzi mocked, “You’re merely at the first realm of Sword Dao, Sword-light Diversification.

No Dari Swordsman has ever been as disgraceful as you, winning only by relying on external objects.

Are you proud?”

“The sword scabbard is not an external object.”

Jiang Ding retorted, not waiting for her response as a faint Golden Pill Deterrence radiated out.

“Not an external object…”

Before Yu Qianzi could mock him further, her breath caught.

She felt a crushing pressure that was as heavy as a mountain.

She was surrounded by endless light and heat so intense that both her Divine Soul and body couldn’t move at all.

It was as if she had entered a doomsday era of ultimate destruction where all living beings ceased to exist.

“The Air-Space Warplane is indeed the sword scabbard.”

“You’re right.”

Yu Qianzi replied earnestly.

She could definitely skip levels.

But to skip the great realm of a Dari Swordsman…

she wasn’t insane, nor was it possible for her to flee.

“You see, the truth becomes clearer through argument.”

Jiang Ding said with satisfaction as he withdrew his Golden Pill Deterrence.

“When will you establish your foundation?”

He asked.

Yu Qianzi was a fine opponent, with profound swordmanship that could hone his Sword Intent, and it seemed that she could help him establish the foundational inheritance for the Xianmen Sword Dojo.

This person appeared haughty and cold, but was quite obedient under the threat of life or death, so she would likely be happy to assist with such trivial matters.

If she didn’t, he’d just beat her up.

“Whenever class is over,”

Yu Qianzi said casually, “I need a guarantee from the senior in charge, preferably the Central Array Spirit Computer senior, to ensure that during my Foundation Establishment, there won’t be any hawkish cultivators from your side interrupting the process and provoking a war, which would be disastrous for me.”

“There shouldn’t be a problem.”

Jiang Ding nodded.

Since the high echelons of the Xianmen Sect had agreed on softening the relationship with the Green Wood Immortal Sect on a broad level, they wouldn’t resort to such petty tactics.

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan exchanged glances and could see the sourness in each other’s eyes.

Foundation Establishment, for such beings, seemed to be at their fingertips whenever they chose, like picking fruit from the side of the road, effortless and with an outcome guaranteed beyond doubt.