Chapter 530 - 530 515 Great Sun Swordsman as Teacher

530: Chapter 515: Great Sun Swordsman as Teacher 530: Chapter 515: Great Sun Swordsman as Teacher Fascinated by the novelty, Jiang Ding quickly figured out the function of this Golden Pill avatar.

Simply put, it’s similar to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion’s Great Sun Heavenly Pond, the Green Wood Immortal Sect’s Ancient Green Tree, and the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace’s Xuanwu Armor.

All these grant cultivators a huge advantage in certain aspects out of thin air.

Don’t think every teacher has one, but this is a top-tier learning institution in the Xianmen Sect!

Immortal Dinghai and others, through their own abilities, eliminated many cultivators on the path of growth to obtain these advantages.

The vast majority of Nascent Soul Monks don’t have one.

“Do I have time to continue cultivating, or should I go home?”

Jiang Ding pondered.

“Let’s go home.

I haven’t been home for three months.

I miss it.”

He recalled the Taiqing Flying Sword, and with a flicker, he flew swiftly toward the distance in an erratic line.

Only a naked young man with long hair reaching his waist was left behind.

He thought for a moment.

He paused his study and deduction of the “Magnetic Concealment Skills” and slowly stood up from the silver-white coffin, gently stretching out his hand to grasp the air around him.

A brilliant azure mana flickered.

The ground, the silver-white metallic surface, partially softened and extracted strands of silver-white metal filaments that surged toward his body, weaving and wrapping around his figure, occasionally refined and inscribed with first or second-order array patterns by mana.

After a short while,

A radiant silver robe adorned the young man, with spiritual light shimmering and its color on the surface shifting to green.

“A high-quality Magic Tool…”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to feel it for a moment and contentedly said, “To refine a high-quality Magic Tool from a monomaterial like Silver Spirit Iron, which is just lower-tier first-order, and so quickly at that.”

“Man, I’m really not unworthy of being a Patriarch Jin Dan.

This is too strong.”

With a thought of his Divine Sense, he conjured a floating cloud of brilliant blue magnetic suspension and ascended.

Even without a Treasure, his speed was at the top among Golden Pill Monks.

“Without the main body’s Flying Sword, the speed has really slowed down.”

Jiang Ding envied, “With the Taiqing Flying Sword and a minor mastery of ‘Magnetic Space Flash,’ I could tear through space and flee.

Golden Pill Monks can’t compare.”

The azure cloud drifted far away.

…

In the middle floor of a large building.

Wei Hu and a group of men and women ranging from their twenties to fifties or sixties stood in an orderly line, waiting anxiously.

“Wei Hu, are you sure Elder Jiang will really come?”

A burly man asked again, “If the elder doesn’t show up, I’m out.

My Dongyang Teachings are doing fine and making good money, enough to support my retirement and my children.”

“Yeah!”

“Me too.”

A chorus of agreement came from the surrounding crowd.

As teachers well-known in the cold weapons training industry, they all had good incomes.

Over the years, they had grown accustomed to their jobs and were reluctant to change, making large-scale poaching quite difficult.

“Elder Jiang said he would come.”

Wei Hu didn’t promise or guarantee anything; he just showed them the reply he had received.

Mere Qi Practitioners and mortals had no right to demand or hasten a Golden Pill Monk—they could only wait for an outcome.

“That’s good enough.”

The burly man was reassured.

If a Golden Pill had indeed promised, it was worth the wait, even for days or months—it wouldn’t be a waste of time.

“As long as it’s not some fiction you concocted.”

The crowd broke into smiles.

Some people showed longing, “Elder Jiang is the highest achiever in cold weapons among the Immortal Sects.

Even if we don’t learn much from this visit, just the publicity will boost our fame to a new level.”

“What’s a little fame worth?”

Some were unimpressed, “We do well in the cold weapons field because we love it.

Just the chance to witness higher levels of swordsmanship would make this life worthwhile.”

“That’s right, we’re not worried about food or clothing anymore; making a small fortune isn’t hard either.”

“If we could take another step forward in cold weapons, I’d work without pay.”

The surrounding people echoed this sentiment.

Across the sky, a brilliant blue magnetic floating cloud streaked across the horizon.

A young man in green stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, approaching at high speed.

“Form ranks!”

“Don’t mess this up!”

Wei Hu transmitted a low shout, his tone blunt regardless of whether these people were esteemed elders from the Xiandu teaching institutions or not.

The people around him didn’t take offense; instead, they seemed even more flustered, with sweaty palms, rigid steps, and deformed movements.

Golden Pill Patriarchs!

With lifespans extended by six hundred years and boundless mighty power.

Don’t be fooled by the casually bandied terms like ‘Immortal’ and ‘Great Expert’ in the news—many go their entire lives without ever seeing a Golden Pill Monk.

Given the lifespan of Golden Pill Monks, even if their fathers and grandfathers were here, they would have to obediently assume the role of children, not the self-proclaimed cold-weapon experts of the education sector.

A green-clad youth arrived on the scene, the clouds dispersing from beneath his feet.

“Greetings, Elder Jiang.”

Wei Hu led the charge, with over sixty Qi Practitioners and Xiantian Martial Artists respectfully saluting.

“Hmm, greetings everyone.”

Jiang Ding nodded slightly, not wasting words: “Everyone, practice the basic sword skills once.

Xiantian Martial Artists will demonstrate basic sword skills, Qi Practitioners will demonstrate basic Sword Control Skills.”

“Yes, Elder!”

Wei Hu and the others were accustomed to this direct manner, responding loudly in affirmation.

Golden Pill Monks were beyond their usual reach, but they occasionally encountered Foundation-building cultivators, who were known for their straightforwardness, eager to wrap things up quickly to return to cultivation rather than waste time on pleasantries.

Clang!

Swoosh!

Suddenly, sword-light illuminated the area as over sixty individuals unsheathed their swords simultaneously.

Xiantian Martial Artists glowed with silver light, while Qi Practitioners sent their Flying Swords into the air, practicing the most fundamental Sword Control Skills.

Sword Qi and forceful winds spilled in all directions, making for a lively scene.

While practicing, many couldn’t help but steal glances at the green-clad youth ahead, quickly averting their eyes.

Jiang Ding’s expression remained calm, betraying no hint of joy or anger.

“Xianmen truly lacks the proper foundation for cold weapons,”

he silently lamented.

“The sword moves are stiff and rigid, overly focused on fanciness, trickery, and viciousness.

This approach may produce short-term results and scores might improve, but it completely blocks the path forward in swordsmanship.”

“Has nobody ever managed them?”

“And this approach is not just a personal preference; most engage in this short-sighted method!”

Jiang Ding knew that, in reality, no one was managing it.

Parents and schools only cared about short-term results.

Long-term?

Once the college entrance exam is over, there’s no point in talking about the long term.

“Wei Hu, the thrusting sword move should be executed like this…”

Jiang Ding kept his emotions in check and spoke as gently as possible, as soothingly as one would to a child: “Let your Flying Sword slash naturally, without thinking about being sharp.

That sharpness will naturally come with mastery of Sword Control, there’s no need to overdo it.”

As he spoke, he indicated the areas of improper mana and Divine Sense usage in Wei Hu’s meridians and Divine Soul.

Under the scrutiny of Peak Golden Pill level Divine Sense and Sword Intent, the shortcomings that were hard for ordinary Qi Practitioners to spot became perfectly clear.

“Yes, Elder!”

Wei Hu was startled and hurriedly followed the guidance of the Divine Sense, thrusting with his Flying Sword once more.

The power of the thrust did not improve.

Instead, it became even more disorderly and unstable.

“Elder, I am too dull…”

Wei Hu’s face turned bright red.

“No matter, try again, take it slow,”

Jiang Ding encouraged him: “No one gets it right in one try; practice over and over, and with time, you’ll learn.”

Since starting school,

from Teacher Zhang Dingjun to Mr.

Guo Kui, to Immortal Dinghai, Immortal Luling, and Teacher Yuan, no one showed impatience or spoke harshly to him because he didn’t get it after multiple tries.

As their student, he naturally was not lacking in patience either.

“Your name is Liu Ling, right?

Miss Liu Ling, the chopping sword move should be…”

“Student Guo Dongzheng, when you strike with your sword, don’t always clench your teeth and exert all your strength.

Both Xiantian True Qi and physical force are the same in this regard—overexertion will actually reduce the speed and power of your sword…”

Jiang Ding divided his Divine Sense into more than sixty streams, effortlessly pinpointing inappropriate aspects of their sword moves and patiently instructed them.