Chapter 526 - 526 511 Gathering Everyone's Strength to Open Sword Dao

526: Chapter 511: Gathering Everyone’s Strength to Open Sword Dao 526: Chapter 511: Gathering Everyone’s Strength to Open Sword Dao After resting in the sky for several days, he finally felt somewhat better.

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, reviewing the battle with Zhong Guangzi frame by frame, especially the opponent’s swordsmanship.

The moves were all basic sword control skills like slashing, chopping, and thrusting, yet they exuded an inherent beauty, smooth and natural, conforming to some kind of principle.

He took out a frame of the Great Sun Flying Sword’s slash and zoomed in, and then zoomed in some more.

Jiang Ding noticed that the sword-light was twisted like silk, accompanied by the sound of thunder.

The path of the sword-light was winding and twisting, with many areas even bending backward, artificially adding a lot of distance, seemingly unaware of the principle that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

But the effect it produced was quite another matter.

Speed.

Its speed far surpassed that of Jiang Ding’s own, who had used a stronger Divine Soul, Sword Intent, and Flying Sword, to cut in a straight line!

“What kind of sorcery is this…”

Jiang Ding was perplexed, scratching his head, pondering for a long time without understanding the principle behind it.

“Could it be the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi?

The sound of the wind, these external factors?”

“No, that’s not right, I’ve also paid attention to these, the Formation Method core of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond taught me, to strike with the sword following the flow of Spiritual Energy, the flow of the wind, Zhong Guangzi’s Flying Sword does this even more perfectly, but it shouldn’t be this powerful.”

When encountering a problem, his instinct was to find a teacher.

Jiang Ding glanced at Immortal Luling, shook his head, and looked away.

“Yuan, or perhaps…”

In the Xianmen Sect, there were too few who could answer questions about the Sword Dao, just a handful.

“Yu Qianzi.”

To act upon a thought.

In his quest for knowledge, he maintained the Xianmen cultivators’ usual directness, sending the question about this issue to Yu Qianzi’s mobile phone, along with the frame of Zhong Guangzi’s sword slash.

Yu Qianzi did have a mobile phone.

——Or rather, a Divine Sense network access permit.

Of course, her network access privileges were limited, and it was impossible for her to effortlessly browse the library and flip through it at will.

Ding!

Yu Qianzi’s reply came back very quickly, just one sentence.

“I need to use the Great Sun Sword Pearl once.”

Along with her words, there also seemed to be some faint noises of chaos, “Move properly, what are you doing,” “Do you even know how to play, have the primary school kids finished classes?” “Don’t capture my pieces,” and other such cursing.

“No problem,”

Jiang Ding readily replied.

The Great Sun Sword Pearl would recover every few months; just replenishing it with Spirit Stones was all it took, which to him was not a precious commodity.

“Space.”

Yu Qianzi blocked out the noisy curses, explaining, “To Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, space is not straight, but curved.

The Taiyin Sword Sect calls this phenomenon ‘Spatial Pattern.’

“Below Nascent Soul, there is no need to touch space, so it’s not necessary.”

“But once you reach the Nascent Soul Realm, the speed becomes too fast, and space becomes the key factor limiting speed.

Moreover, the Spatial Pattern is constantly changing, and it’s very difficult to grasp the flow of space.

Many Nascent Soul Monks can’t do it.”

“You’re the same.”

Yu Qianzi ruthlessly added, “Only I, and Sword Dao elites like Zhong Guangzi, might possibly achieve this.

You shouldn’t even bother thinking about it, you’ll need to refine your sword into silk before you can meet the basic threshold.”

She didn’t attempt to hide the schadenfreude in her voice.

“Got it.”

Jiang Ding hung up the phone, expressionless.

Having resolved this question, he continued to study the sword moves frame by frame, frequently gaining insights and incorporating them into his own swordsmanship.

This Zhong Guangzi was simply a treasure trove of swordsmanship.

Just when he thought he had uncovered all its mysteries, after careful contemplation for several days, new layers would reveal themselves, as if constantly refreshing, his realm of swordsmanship frighteningly high.

Months of class time flew by.

“The foundation of swordsmanship in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion is truly unfathomable.”

“Sword Qi Thunder Sound feels so close yet so far; a breakthrough seems imminent, then inspiration suddenly vanishes without a trace, requiring fortune…

I need to continue accumulating the foundation of Sword Dao until a mere thought can trigger a breakthrough,” he mused.

“Waiting and praying for opportunity is cowardly and unstable.”

Jiang Ding took notes on what he had learned in the past few months and carefully stored them in his Divine Soul, his eyes flickering: “I must find a way to lure Yu Qianzi over to practice swordsmanship.

Pondering alone without someone to discuss with, relying merely on guesses and research, is just too slow.”

This matter couldn’t be forced.

Yu Qianzi was a Taoist disciple of the Qingmu Immortal Sect, a darling of the sect; unless he wanted to start a war with Qingmu Immortal Sect now, he had to treat her with a certain degree of respect.

After class, An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng didn’t immediately return to the dormitory to cultivate but packed up the Air-Space Warplane and approached him.

“Jiang Ding, I’ve found the professional manager from the teaching industry you were looking for,” An Siyan said.

Jin Lingfeng added, “It was a headhunter from my mother’s company who found her.

She’s a late-stage Qi Practitioner with extensive experience, having served many teaching and training companies, skilled in teaching and recruitment.”

“Of course, she has only worked with mortals and students in the Qi Practicing Realm.”

“Thank you very much.”

Jiang Ding showed a hint of joy.

This was related to his Sword Dao seed project.

His plan was to establish Sword Dojos that operated on a half-profit, half-welfare model, using scale and capital advantages to monopolistically crush local cold weapons teaching and training institutions relevant to Qi Practitioners and mortals across the Xianmen Sects, then charge standard fees for weapons like dao, gun, axe, yue, and hammer, while offering swordsmanship at half-price, occasionally with subsidies.

Good performers could even make a profit.

Additionally, hosting a swordsmanship competition every few years, with a prize of tens of thousands of low-grade Spirit Stones, would be a considerable fortune for Qi Practitioners, easily motivating them.

With these comprehensive measures, he aimed to make swords the mainstream choice within the cold weapons category for Xianmen Sect students’ college entrance examinations within decades.

Learning swordsmanship would easily provide access to expert instruction, opportunities for sparring with peers, exchange of ideas, subsidies for top performers, and comparably quicker progress for those with equal talent, leading to better examination results.

In contrast, other weapons like dao, gun, axe, yue, and hammer lacked such conditions and were naturally at a disadvantage.

Through such selection processes, he could definitely identify a group of students with talent in the Sword Dao.

Of course, they might not pursue the path of the Sword Dao as it was a challenging path; the strongest ones would only reach the Golden Pellet Realm, and there were no secret techniques for Infant Formation.

However, with a large enough number, there were bound to be those whose other talents were mediocre, but who possessed exceptional talent in swordsmanship.

These individuals would form the backbone of the Xianmen Sect’s Sword Dao followers.

With them as the seeds, gradually, more and more people would take this path.”

“Let’s go have a look.”

Jiang Ding’s thoughts stirred, and deep blue Sword Qi enveloped Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan.

Their Escape Light twinkled uncertainly, moving at high speed towards the center of Immortal City.

“Jiang Ding, is the Golden Pill industry you’ve chosen the teaching industry?” An Siyan asked, marveling at the space whipping past around them, curiosity in her voice.

In the Immortal Sects, elite cultivators who had reached the Golden Pill and had the means would begin establishing their own companies and industries, with the Immortal Sects providing certain tax concessions, entrepreneurship guidance, and more.

The success rate was relatively high.

High-Level Cultivators in research and production had an overwhelming advantage over Foundation-building cultivators, and with the Immortal Sects providing a complete set of professional managers and decent oversight, these ventures had more room to grow.

In the end, these could become large companies extending across all the Immortal Sects, influencing the industry layout of the Immortal Sects.

The Weaver Group and Spirit Bamboo Industry of Panda Old Ancestor and the Canghai Military Industrial Complex of Canghai Immortal were examples.

Of course, if one preferred battle and was not skilled in management, that was also fine.

As long as the related industries thrived, Nascent Soul Cultivators could acquire what they wanted at a favorable price, with the Immortal Sects’ treasury covering the difference.

The related companies were not allowed to refuse.

Moreover, cultivators who loved to battle were bound to be much wealthier than those skilled in management, provided they survived.

They were not short of money.

However, supportive measures for related industries and research institutions were still necessary.

Without these companies, no amount of wealth could help one acquire the desired items.

“It’s not the teaching industry,” Jiang Ding shook his head.

“I want to cultivate a group of Xianmen Sword Cultivators.

It’s too painful to do everything oneself in Sword Dao, especially as it becomes harder later on.

If there were many Sword Cultivators in the Xianmen, they could develop many things by themselves, and I could reap the benefits without effort.”

“The power of time is endless.”

“Perhaps, after falling asleep and waking up, all problems would be solved.”

He wore a look of yearning.