The Sword Dao Hall's Old Monster

Wei Hu left with the rewarded Foundation Establishment Pill.

This had been one of the terms promised when he was invited decades ago. Though he had not completed it perfectly, he had barely met the standard. Jiang Ding was not a harsh employer.

Next, Wei Hu would resign from his position as general manager of the Sword Dao Hall, enter seclusion to cultivate, and make a desperate leap for a chance at Foundation Establishment before the age of eighty.

The Sword Dao Hall's new general manager would be the former deputy general manager.

Jiang Ding did not care much about such trivial affairs. Other than establishing the Sword Dao Hall at the beginning, he had never interfered in these matters again.

His divine sense spread out, covering the entire Sword Dao Hall building.

After twenty years of development, this place had taken on a proper shape. Every office was staffed and busy with work.

In the sword practice rooms, cultivation rooms, and other places, coaches, students, and parents streamed through without end. Everywhere, cultivators and martial artists wielded swords, sword light flashing as sweat poured down like rain.

This place was the absolute center of the Immortal Sect's Cold Weapon Subject.

It was even a holy land!

That was the public consensus outside.

Even the Cold Weapon instructors at Qingfeng Beidou University Affiliated High School were far, far inferior in teaching ability to those here. They were simply not on the same level.

For five consecutive years, students from the Sword Dao Hall had occupied places in the top three of the college entrance examination's cold weapon rankings, and their numbers had steadily grown.

This year, they had swept first and second place among the top three in the college entrance examination's cold weapon rankings. The top hundred was even