Chapter 121

Under the sunlight,

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to cultivate.

The Young Eagle internal power circulated back and forth between the Twelve Regular Meridians and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, no longer limited to a certain meridian, but simultaneously tempering 560 tiny meridians throughout his body.

The realm is the foundation of all martial arts.

For him, dividing his internal power into such a large quantity year after year is an excellent exercise; in just over ten days, the firearm precision control martial art "Thousand-Thread Pull" has broken through from Great Accomplishment to Great Perfection.

This is also the first martial art he has cultivated to Great Perfection.

Now, one portion of internal power can be divided into a thousand parts for use, and the precision of the anti-material sniper rifle will inevitably be greatly improved.

While happy, he also felt a bit melancholy.

He has been practicing this martial art "Thousand-Thread Pull" since junior high school, for six years now; the progress was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but he could always feel a little bit of progress.

But now, there is no further progress to be made; no matter how he practices or how he ponders, he cannot make another breakthrough.

This martial art has reached the limit envisioned by its creator.

Jiang Ding thought more.

Now it is just a martial art; if one day, his fundamental cultivation technique reaches the limit of its creator, will his cultivation stop forever?

"... What am I thinking about!"

Not continuing to think deeply, Jiang Ding smiled at himself.

A small cultivator who hasn't even reached Qi Condensation thinking about the limits of immortal sect techniques is too arrogant.

In addition to "Thousand-Thread Pull", the "Diamond Seal" that maintains firearm stability is also approaching Great Perfection; with both at Great Perfection, getting a warrior's limit score in the college entrance examination's firearm elective course is not a problem.

He routinely glanced at the monitor of Golden Knife Mountain, and it was as before.

After learning of the death of his son Wei Xian, the Golden Knife Ancestor Wei Tu was furious for a long time, searching for people everywhere like a madman, naturally finding nothing; now he stays in the Golden Knife Sect all day and rarely goes out.

According to observation,

Jiang Ding discovered that the people of the entire Golden Knife Sect seemed to have been planted with some kind of soul-bewitching technique by the black-robed person, turning a blind eye to him, but they would subconsciously do things beneficial to the black-robed person, such as collecting living warriors, hundred-year spirit herbs, spirit materials, etc., with extremely strange methods.

Jiang Ding withdrew his gaze and looked at the blue-gold small tree in front of him.

Pure blue in color, lush with foliage, as if cast from metal, it has grown taller in just over ten days, reaching more than forty centimeters, and blue-gold roots like iron wires protrude from the drainage holes of the spirit-gathering flowerpot, deeply piercing seven or eight meters into the ground.

The sunlight within a radius of seven or eight meters gathers on its branches, leaves, and trunk, and the edges of the slender oval leaves are slightly bright red, which is the appearance of metal being calcined in a furnace.

And it is indeed so; the noon sunlight within a radius of seven or eight meters gathers in one place, and the temperature easily rises to more than two thousand degrees, which is close to the melting point of tungsten, and bones placed on it could be burned to ashes.

The Thorn Blue spirit wood that fused with the wooden sword, however, had no abnormalities at all; when a breeze blew, one could even hear happy wind chime sounds from the collision of the metal leaves.

"... The flowerpot is a bit small..."

Jiang Ding's gaze stayed on the blue-gold root group that filled the drainage holes, and he said with a headache.

Plans cannot keep up with changes; who would have thought that the wooden sword would grow, and the flowerpot would soon not match the wooden sword, and it would be crushed sooner or later, so he must buy a new one as soon as possible.

The Tier 1 Water-Condensing Array for regulating humidity, the Tier 1 Fire-Gathering Array for regulating temperature, and the Tier 1 Spirit-Gathering Array in the flowerpot are all arrays that are very helpful for the growth of the wooden sword.

It is best to buy a movable array of the boutique array flag type, the kind that covers an area.

"The tree will grow bigger and bigger; now it can barely be covered by the courtyard wall, but it won't work if it gets any taller."

"It's best to have optical concealment, spiritual sense shielding, and, well, the kind that assists in gathering light..."

After listing a series of requirements, Jiang Ding shook his head first.

"No money, no spirit coins."

"This kind of custom array with high requirements needs at least one thousand spirit coins, which I can't afford no matter what now; I'll get the optical concealment array first and reserve the external array interface."

Jiang Ding remembered the transaction agreement with Chen Xi and suddenly became more attentive.

While in seclusion for cultivation, he did not cut off contact with the outside world; after the wooden sword recovered, he would occasionally go out to stroll while concealing his figure, and he also had an understanding of the affairs in the martial arts world.

After gaining the support of major Primordial Realm experts, the "Meteor Electric Sword" Zhou Weitu frantically sent people to search for mountain forests and caves in the mountains hundreds of miles southeast of Yuejing, and with the guidance of treasure maps, he was getting closer and closer to the true location of the Seven Profound Secret Cave.

It is conceivable that if the Seven Profound Secret Cave is truly found, major sects and Primordial Realm experts will inevitably break out into tragic and bloody struggles, and the pattern of the martial arts world and the Yue Kingdom will undergo major changes.

"... However, this has nothing to do with me; these righteous and demonic sects are not good things..."

Jiang Ding beckoned, and the blue-gold small tree stopped photosynthesis; the roots shrank, the tree crown and leaves shrank, transformed into a flying sword, and flew into his sleeve, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

New Year's Eve.

Outside the window, there were ten thousand lights, and even the street lamps were covered with "Fu" character lanterns, and the air was full of the smell of incense and candles.

"Dingding, come over and process the hair on the pig's head."

Lin Wanqiu was busy in the kitchen, preparing offerings such as incense, candles, melons, fruits, candies, old wine, meat soup, and vegetable porridge, busy as a bee; even Jiang Yuan was grabbed to pick vegetables, and the cartoon was left playing on its own.

On New Year's Eve, they have to go to the grandparents' house to spend it with the uncle Lin Yong's family, but they must first offer sacrifices to the ancestors at home and set off firecrackers before they can go out.

They have to hurry, as they still have to be busy with the New Year's Eve dinner at the grandparents' house.

"Okay, Mom."

Jiang Ding responded and came to the kitchen; sure enough, he saw a complete pig's head in the sink, looking completely unprocessed.

He placed his hand on the pig's head, and the internal power of the Lesser Heavenly Cycle of the Young Eagle, which had become deeper in blue, surged in through his fingers.

The wisps of internal power were divided into thousands of parts, incomparably sharp, and the hair and dead skin on the pig's head were instantly cleared away, clean and pink; the internal power threads followed the corners of the pig's mouth, entered the teeth and tongue, and even the depths of the pig's ears, all receiving a deep cleaning.

"Okay, Mom, do you want to burn the skin?"

Jiang Ding asked uncertainly.

Although it was already clean, whether to burn the skin or not might make a difference in flavor, and the ancestors might prefer the taste of previous years.

"Ah, it's done?"

Lin Wanqiu turned her head in surprise, finding that the pig's head skin was pink and neat, and the teeth were white, comparable to being washed by ultrasound.

It hasn't even been two seconds since he came in, right?

"Uh, I think so; Grandma taught me this way."

"Okay."

Jiang Ding set up the spray gun, lit it, and stopped when the pig skin was burnt to a charred black; he pointed his finger, internal power surged out, shaved off the charred black surface layer, revealing the charred yellow pig skin, washed it with water again, and put it into a large pot.

Next was cutting green onion segments, green peppers, killing chickens, killing ducks, plucking hair, etc.; no matter what he did, he only needed to point his finger to clean it up, with extremely high efficiency.

"... So amazing..."

Jiang Yuan watched, dumbfounded.

(End of chapter)