Chapter 187: Which is Better, Qingfeng or Beidou

On campus,

it was very empty and quiet.

From time to time, withered yellow leaves were blown onto the road and then blown away, scattered sparsely.

Occasionally, teachers and students walked by, all in a hurry, as if they had something to deal with.

On the basketball court, a few students were playing basketball, and on the football field, a few couples were snuggling, with laughter occasionally drifting out.

Jiang Ding subconsciously activated the Minor Breath-Concealing Technique, walked past them, and exited the campus.

"What the hell!"

He was immediately startled by the sea of people.

Outside the school gate, it was packed with people, surrounded circle after circle. It was only with great difficulty that a few security guards had used human walls to divide a few small paths for people to enter and exit.

Many people were holding banners and signs, which was no different from a celebrity-chasing scene.

"Immortal Sect two-subject top graduate!"

"Dari Jianzi!"

"Future Nascent Soul Zhenjun!"

There was everything written, and many people were still shouting fanatically, even more exaggerated than the scene of a top star's concert, and it had lasted for at least three days.

Lin Wanqiu, Uncle Lin Yong, and Jiang Yuan were squeezed to the very front, their faces full of helplessness.

It was as if Jiang Ding had never seen a living Immortal Sect Jin Dan cultivator before.

Many local residents of Rongcheng were also very curious about the future Nascent Soul Zhenjun, and if they weren't busy, they all thought about taking a look on their way, preferably taking a group photo to brag about in their social circles.

Jiang Ding activated the optical camouflage function of his camouflage uniform and passed through the crowd.

This was just ordinary camouflage.

The top-grade special magic tool reconnaissance camouflage he had ordered was still in transit, costing tens of thousands of spirit coins, and was expected to arrive in a few days. By then, the concealment ability would be even stronger than in the combat simulation.

As long as there were no Jin Dan cultivators or extremely special Foundation Establishment cultivators, no one should be able to discover him if he was determined to hide.

After walking far away, at a bus stop, Jiang Ding took out his phone and sent a text message to his mother and sister.

Before long, the crowd gathered at the school gate dispersed in disappointment.

"Where's brother? Where's Little Tree?"

Jiang Yuan walked here curiously, but saw nothing, nor did she feel the legendary feeling of being scanned by a gaze.

"Uncle, Mom, why have you been waiting for so long? Mom, aren't you going to work?"

Jiang Ding asked casually, his voice clearly entering the ears of the three.

"Ah, Dingding, where are you..."

Lin Wanqiu was startled.

"Here."

Jiang Ding's figure blurred and quickly disappeared.

"Ah! Brother!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up, she pounced over, grabbed the transparent figure, and felt around, only to be patted aside.

"The factory manager gave me time off, and there's nothing to do..."

Lin Wanqiu said with a bitter smile.

When the bus arrived, the three of them boarded together, swiped their cards four times, and took the bus home.

Only then did Jiang Ding deactivate his invisibility.

A youth in azure clothes, handsome in appearance, with a long sword in a black scabbard at his waist, his gaze as calm as a lake, and a faint lingering murderous aura from the battlefield on his body, made people afraid to look directly at him.

"This is our family's Dari Jianzi! A young Nascent Soul Zhenjun, he really looks the part!"

Uncle Lin Yong looked him up and down carefully for a long time before exclaiming.

"Nascent Soul Zhenjun..."

Lin Wanqiu's eyes were dazed, almost thinking she was in a dream.

"Brother!"

Jiang Yuan pounced on him, wrapping around him like an octopus.

"Tree, show me the tree!"

Swish!

An azure flying sword flew out from his sleeve and landed in the hall. Wisps of metallic threads spread out, the sword tip turned into roots, and the sword tail turned into a trunk and branches.

The azure metal tree appeared before everyone's eyes, suspended in the air, only half a meter high, not fully unfolded.

"So beautiful!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were full of little stars, and she pulled hard on a leaf; the touch was as warm and smooth as jade.

"Yuan-yuan, be careful!"

Lin Wanqiu couldn't help but say.

She had seen with her own eyes that this little thing had killed more than one Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a slight overflow of its power could pierce through the entire building!

"It's fine, it's very safe. Even if Jiang Yuan wanted to get hurt, she couldn't."

Jiang Ding comforted her.

As his heart-blood magic tool, the flying sword naturally had a good impression of Jiang Yuan and would not trigger any warning counterattacks.

"However."

Jiang Ding grabbed Jiang Yuan, who was trying to bend a branch, placed her in front of him, and said seriously.

"Remember, you cannot touch other people's magic tools. Even a slight touch will turn you into a mist of blood, broken into countless pieces, understand?"

"This, I know..."

Jiang Yuan struggled, wanting to touch the little tree again.

"Look."

Jiang Ding didn't say much, used Primordial true Qi to form threads to roll up a stainless steel framed chair, and placed it on the blue-gold little tree.

Hum!

The sword Qi stirred gently, and the sturdy chair immediately turned into powder, falling as countless fragments.

"I know!!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened immediately, her hands trembling slightly, unable to believe that she had just touched such a terrifying thing.

Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong gasped.

"Where did your flying sword come from? Could it be a legendary encounter?!"

Lin Yong exclaimed in wonder.

"Banyan Tree Special Scholarship."

Jiang Ding explained.

"Sigh, having a high Ideological Morality score has so many benefits. It's a pity this can't be taught; otherwise, it would be good to tutor Yuanwang."

He sighed.

"We have an idea here and want to discuss it with you."

Lin Yong said seriously, not acting on his own just because his nephew was young.

"Grandpa was so happy to hear the news of you becoming the Immortal Sect top graduate that he couldn't sleep for several days. He wants to hold a big banquet to celebrate and invite relatives and friends to celebrate."

"You know, the old man cares about face and wishes he could stop anyone passing by to show off, fearing that others won't know he has an Immortal Sect top graduate grandson."

"These past few days, he has thought about every detail of the banquet, fearing he won't do something well."

"If you think it's inappropriate, I'll go home and persuade him to dispel his idea before he sends out the invitations."

Lin Wanqiu looked at Jiang Ding with some guilt.

Sword cultivator.

Legend has it that they are as cold as ice, keep people at a distance, kill countless, and spend their lives either fighting or on the road to fighting, earning the nickname 'Sword Maniac.'

It really doesn't fit with holding a banquet to celebrate.

"That's great!"

Jiang Ding showed a happy and longing expression.

"I also really want to see my relatives and friends."

Jiang Yuan curled her lips.

He didn't look like he was pretending at all.

"There is just one point."

Jiang Ding's smile faded.

"No gift money or gifts can be accepted. If any are accepted, I will personally return them one by one."

He didn't want to owe anyone any favors because of a few spirit coins, making it hard to face them later.

"Don't worry about that!"

Lin Yong was overjoyed.

"You underestimate your uncle and grandpa. Can't we handle this little matter? It's just a simple celebration, and as long as everyone is happy, that's enough."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding nodded and asked about another matter: "Mom, do you think Qingfeng University is better, or Beidou University?"

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