The Art of Dragon-Slaying in Immortal Sect Education

Tushan Immortal City.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes. His divine sense swept in every direction, enveloping the entire immortal city as he made a simple assessment.

"Seven years."

"Without realizing it, seven years had passed since Tushan Immortal City was recovered."

He sighed softly.

The oppressive mood had lingered for years without fading. Perhaps it would take more time—decades—before he gradually grew accustomed to it, forgot it, and only recalled it once in a great while.

As his divine sense swept across all of Tushan Immortal City, he immediately discovered the enormous changes within it.

The sprawling slums that had occupied nearly half the city were gone. The filth of excrement and rotting mud, the stench that had once assaulted the heavens, had vanished. In their place stood green bricks and verdant tiles, shaded groves, and flowers blooming everywhere, never seeming to wither throughout the year.

Morning brought drifting white mist; noon brought golden sunlight; afternoon brought rosy clouds reflecting upon people; at night, night lotuses bloomed everywhere like lamps.

Though they were only first-tier spirit plants and also served as medicinal herbs, they were still breathtakingly beautiful. The scenery resembled a palace of flowers, and visitors came in an endless stream, most of them cultivation couples.

"Not pretty."

"This city is way too effeminate."

Jiang Ding complained.

This was the result of having mostly women in power.

It lacked even a trace of a sword cultivator's rough and razor-sharp aura. If one was not careful, it was easy to sink into this tender paradise and never emerge again to struggle through hardship.

"What a pity. I'm a cold, heartless swordsman..."

Jiang Ding did not care much about this and had no intention of correcting it. He passed over the scenery and looked toward the people in the city.

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