Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 104 - 97 Taoist Soldiers and Migration_1

Tai Xu Fantasy Realm,

Following the defeat of Li Tie, the strongest from No.7 High School, who was sliced into thin pieces by dozens of Silver Flying Swords, Li Junhao and his team fully unleashed their abilities and delved deep into every corner of the underground passage. After several hours and bursts of cheers, they finally won this examination.

As the fantasy realm gradually collapsed, everyone went back to their own homes.

In the exam supervisors’ room, Zhang Dingjun, Jin Dazheng, and others began to get busy.

"Li Junhao, scoring for Formation Method calculations, 20 points; blasting and hiding from the enemy, 10 points; covering teammates with a heavy machine gun, 5 points... Total score 85 points."

Zhang Dingjun was startled.

How had this guy’s score actually increased in the even more realistic Tai Xu Fantasy Realm?

He soon realized, high scorers in academic subjects are suitable for logistics. As long as they weren’t sent directly to the battlefield, they could still accomplish a lot.

"Zhou Liuchuan, scouting key intelligence, 30 points; using a heavy machine gun to take down enemy drones, 10 points... Total score 92 points."

"Our side’s examiner does not agree with this score."

Zhang Dingjun glanced at the score sheet and immediately said, "First, they lost; the losers’ scores should be significantly reduced, regardless of how well they performed. Second, the so-called scouting of key intelligence is too vague; how can information without significant military achievements be considered key intelligence? Thirty points is too much..."

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"Otherwise, harnessing Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists’ strength to directly confront numerous cultivators embodies the dauntless spirit that the Xianmen Sect advocates. It’s reasonable for such a score to be higher..."

No.7 High School’s Chief Instructor Jin Dazheng retorted.

Both sides had their reasons and their debates ensued. Where there were disputes, they would report to the teachers in other cities to adjudicate; they would also review disputed papers from teachers in other cities.

After a busy day, they finally finished grading over four hundred students from both schools.

Next was the scoring for Liyun Sect cultivators.

"Tai Xu Fantasy Realm key intelligence: Divine Soul concealment without error, no discovery of cultivators with serious tendencies against the Xianmen Sect."

The Tai Xu Fantasy Realm Array Spirit checked itself first, then reported.

"Obedience 6, combat ability 6, cooperation ability 6, identification with Xianmen Sect 1."

Zhang Dingjun gave the lowest scores he could, without any major principle errors.

"What’s the issue?"

The other supervising teachers saw his scores and frowned, "Don’t let your emotions affect your work. The Liyun Sect cultivators’ obedience and cooperation abilities are quite good. It’s normal for there to be varying degrees of hatred and opposition between peaks within a sect due to resource distribution and historical grudges; there’s no problem."

"As for some resentment towards the Xianmen Sect, that’s normal."

"You can’t expect people to be grateful when they’re being used as cannon fodder; they haven’t been subjected to a bewitchment. This is fine."

"I’m not letting my emotions interfere with my work."

Zhang Dingjun said indifferently, "Such highly mobile, explosive, and stealthy sects are not suitable as Taoist Soldiers to begin with. Compared to the enemy, once their weakness of not being able to shield themselves from radar waves is solved by others, they will immediately become the most threatening opponents to the Xianmen Sect."

"The best Taoist Soldiers are those from the Tianhai Sect within the Canghai Small World, tough-skinned and fleshy, skilled in healing and trapping enemies. Even if something happens in the future, they can be easily suppressed."

"These are the Taoist Soldiers that the Xianmen Sect should vigorously support."

Every year, the end-of-term exams not only test the Xianmen Sect students but also the disciples from the protected lesser realms. If they rank lower, the resources and assistance they receive will decrease, and taxes will increase.

Typically, at least eighty percent of the resources from the lesser realms must be handed over, and the high-ranking members of the sects already have limited resources.

Of course, the resource allocation for sects is not only determined by the exams. Battlefield exploits, new Cultivation Method and technology creation, and the discovery of new flora and fauna can also affect rankings.

"As you wish."

The supervising teacher beside him, seeing that he couldn’t be persuaded, left.

"The Liyun Sect is unlucky. If there were many more hawks like you, their sect would see a sharp decrease in yearly material supplies and ascension immigration quotas. Luckily, it’s just you."

Another No.7 High School supervising teacher remarked.

Occasionally, the Xianmen Sect welcomes immigrants from the protected lesser realms’ cultivators. The requirements are rigorous: talent, military achievements, political leanings, and the capacity for researching Cultivation technologies are all subject to multiple levels of scrutiny.

Cultivators of the lesser realms flocked to it eagerly.

Because only by successfully ascending and immigrating to the Xianmen Sect would they gain access to Cultivation Methods and resources superior to the Golden Pill; otherwise, they would be stuck below the Nascent Soul without any chance of a breakthrough, no matter how exceptional their aptitude and understanding were.

"Having fewer people ascend and immigrate is a good thing,"

said a No. 7 High School female teacher, who was grading papers nearby, joining the discussion indifferently, "For everyone in this room, every single one of us is a Quadruple Spiritual Root, a mortal; what’s that in the Outer Realm? Nothing more than defective Spiritual Roots and ants, not even worthy of attention from foundation-building Sects."

"If too many immigrated, then what’s the point of pursuing cultivation? They might as well have my mom sweep the streets."

"That’s true."

"Although we might have poor aptitude, our ancestors had made meritorious contributions to the Xianmen Sect. They had made sacrifices for countless generations to build it up; how can they compare to us?"

"Indeed, our ancestors survived through three invasions by Outer Realm Sects, four internal wars triggered by high-level cultivators, each time mortals and cultivators from the sect suffering billions of casualties. They endured and built the Central Array Spirit Computer to balance the power of high-level cultivators and forged the thirty-six Heavenly Gang Orbital and the seventy-two Earthly Fiend Orbital sky-orbiting troops into a composite superarray defense line..."

...

After having dinner with his mother, Jiang Yuan, Jiang Ding went to sleep deeply.

He slept for over a dozen hours before awakening. It was already night by the time he was roused by the knocking on the door from Jiang Yuan.

"Dingding, should we sign Jiang Yuan up for a martial arts class?"

Lin Wanqiu suddenly suggested at the dinner table.

Middle school let out for vacation earlier than high school, and Jiang Yuan had already been playing for over a week. Her report card had come back, which could only be described as... comparable to her own middle school days, no doubt she was the biological child.

If there wasn’t a comparison, it would have been considered quite reasonable.

But with a mutated son available, it felt like there might still be a chance for rescue.

"No way!"

Jiang Yuan, who was busily munching on a chicken leg, froze in surprise.

"I haven’t even enjoyed my first middle school winter vacation, you can’t do this to me!"

"Yes."

Jiang Ding answered without hesitation. Although he was certain that once he grew up, he could definitely pull this little chick up, she still needed a foundation of her own, or else she wouldn’t even be able to digest the food she was fed.

"I disagree!"

"You can’t destroy the happy childhood of the great Fairy Jiang Yuan!"

Jiang Yuan protested loudly on the side.

She even danced around in anger, but no one listened to her, the decision had already been made.

"You’ll meet lots of new friends at the martial arts remedial class,"

Lin Wanqiu consoled her, "Besides, after the fifteenth day of the new year, I’ll be going back to work, and your brother will start his internship. You’ll be lonely at home by yourself..."

"He’s the same at home, always cultivating in his room!"

Jiang Yuan was on the verge of tears.

After dinner,

the family went for a walk outside. Jiang Ding practiced a slow digestion Sword Technique for a while by himself and then returned to his room.

The yard of Chizhong Mansion was bathed in brilliant sunlight.

Jiang Ding retracted his nearly depleted drone, flicked his sleeve, and a golden and radiant Talisman Sword flew out, landing in the center of the pond. It gathered Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Great Sun Essence to temper the sword body, shining brightly.

In the exam, either the opponents were too strong or too weak to warrant the use of Talisman Swords.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to rest, his Inner Qi circulating back and forth among the twelve primary meridians before surging into the Governor Vessel, warming and tempering the major and minor meridians.