The Old Monster of the Sword Dojo

Wei Hu left with the Foundation Establishment Pill he had been awarded.

This was a condition he had agreed to when he invited the other party decades ago. Although he had not completed it very well, he had at least barely passed. He was not a harsh employer.

Next, Wei Hu would resign as the Sword Dojo's general manager and enter closed-door cultivation, preparing to make a desperate leap before turning eighty and fight for a chance at Foundation Establishment.

The new general manager of the Sword Dojo would be succeeded by the former deputy general manager.

Jiang Ding was not very concerned with these miscellaneous affairs. Apart from establishing the Sword Dojo at the beginning, he had never asked about such matters again.

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

After twenty years of development, the place had taken shape. People were working in all the offices.

In the sword practice rooms, cultivation rooms, and other areas, coaches, students, and parents came and went in an endless stream. Everywhere, cultivators and martial artists wielded swords, sword light flashed, and people sweated like rain as they practiced.

This was the absolute center of the Immortal Sect's cold-weapon curriculum.

Even a holy land!

That was the general consensus outside.

Even the cold-weapon instructors at Clearwind Big Dipper University Affiliated High School were far inferior to those here in teaching ability. It could be said that they were not even on the same level.

For the past five years, students from the Sword Dojo had consistently ranked among the top three in the cold-weapon subject of the College Entrance Exam, and their numbers had been increasing.

This year, they had even seized first and second place among the top three in the cold-weapon subject of the College Entrance