Chapter 206

Golden Spirit Mountain.

"It's been a long time since I've been here..."

Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.

Spiritual sense and sword intent unfolded, and he immediately felt the difference from the dormitory. Five or six times more pure metal-attribute spiritual energy surged toward the dantian, was refined, and merged into the electromagnetic cyclone in the dantian.

"Unfold the blue gold small tree, one year, I can reach Qi Condensation Level 8."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and glanced at the golden pendant placed on the ground, which had been flashing rapidly for at least a month.

"But I have to deal with some small things first."

Eight years.

Since entering the Seven Feathers Sect all these years, he had never stepped out of the door, nor had he ever revealed his Qi Condensation cultivation base.

It was fine at the beginning,

Although the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sect were dissatisfied in their hearts, they were still respectful to this little martial uncle who was personally acknowledged by the two Golden Core cultivators. If there was anything, as long as he gave an order, most would do it, and they wouldn't stop him from doing anything.

Even with the grievances with Zhou Kunlong, the Foundation Establishment peak cultivator of the fire vein, and Chu Fengxi, the master of the gold vein, if there was really something, as long as a letter from an elder was delivered, the two of them would have to do it with gritted teeth and wouldn't dare to be slow.

The sect's etiquette was here.

Even if there was resentment in their hearts, they only dared to use some underhanded actions in private.

In the third year, the situation changed a little.

Li Qingyun, the personal disciple of the Supreme Elder who had been in seclusion for a long time, came out of seclusion. His cultivation had soared to the late stage of Qi Condensation, and he held the identity of the senior brother of the Heavenly Thunder Peak, starting to do some initial training for taking over the sect in the future.

Personal disciples are the future of the sect, and cultivation, knowledge, and training are indispensable.

Li Qingyun treated people with courtesy, took care of the cultivation life of his junior brothers and sisters, and arranged everything in all parties in an orderly manner during his time as the senior disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Peak. All disciples were convinced, and he received praise from the whole sect, including the Foundation Establishment martial uncles, in a short time.

Gradually, the title of Seven Feathers Child spread.

In contrast, another person with a higher seniority and seemingly higher talent was very eye-catching.

And he also eroded a large amount of interests that originally belonged to the mortal families of Qi Condensation cultivators, and the interests of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

This was very attractive to hatred.

As a result, a large number of titles such as "deceiving the world and stealing names", "spirit roots completely wasted", "Golden Spirit Turtle", etc., spread throughout the sect, becoming a trend of boiling over.

The general manager Liu Sanqi had specifically warned him with a solemn expression.

Naturally, he was ignored by Jiang Ding.

For eight years, he had been busy studying every day, and the time he rested every day was less than an hour. Where would he have the energy to pay attention to these messy things, go to compete for favor with a group of Qi Condensation cultivators, and fight for some ghost name.

The evil consequences also appeared.

The well-run Mortal Supervision Department immediately suffered a lot of resistance. The mortal families restricted by the inner and outer sect disciples immediately rose up to make trouble, running rampant in the local government offices. The recruited innate martial artists managed it symbolically, and that was the end of it.

Jiang Ding couldn't put the cart before the horse and interrupt his study plan because of this matter.

Later, the Mortal Supervision Department gradually became lax, fully reflecting the common phenomenon in the immortal cultivation world where one person quickly succeeds and one person quickly declines.

It was also expected that old people like Chen Xi, Gong Caiyu, and Han Lin would be continuously suppressed.

Spiritual sense triggered the golden pendant.

A moment later, Liu Sanqi brought the twelve maids of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter and rushed up the mountain with hurried steps.

"Greetings, little martial uncle ancestor!"

He still said respectfully.

Eight years passed, and there seemed to be some gray hair on his temples, and there were more wrinkles.

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Ding said.

This was asking about the matter that Liu Sanqi had contacted him many times through the jade pendant more than a month ago, but had not received a reply.

"Reporting to little martial uncle ancestor!"

Being left out in the cold for a month, Liu Sanqi didn't show any dissatisfaction and said respectfully: "A month ago, it was the day when the spirit medicine, spirit fruit, spirit fish, etc., of Golden Spirit Mountain were harvested. According to the practice of previous years, they were all sold to the sect's General Affairs Hall."

"There was a problem?"

"Yes, little martial uncle ancestor."

Liu Sanqi smiled bitterly: "The General Affairs Hall is managed by Martial Uncle Zhou Kunlong. The purchase price became one-tenth of the original, saying that the price of spirit materials in the outside world has plummeted, and the spirit materials produced by our Golden Spirit Mountain this year are too poor to sell for a price."

"To avoid affecting the reputation of the sect, this batch of inferior spirit materials has been detained by the General Affairs Hall, saying that they will give an answer after inspection."

"So that's how it is."

Jiang Ding understood and nodded.

"My senior brother... it seems he lacks a little patience."

He sighed.

Before, the surging negative public opinion among disciples, the Mortal Supervision Department, the suppression of old friends, these could all be attributed to the bickering between children.

It seemed too degrading for a Golden Core cultivator to personally ask about such trivial matters.

But cutting off the funding source of Golden Spirit Mountain, with means almost like robbery, and no one paying attention for nearly a month, this could not be attributed to bickering between children.

It was also true.

From mortal to Qi Condensation Level 1, how easy this was. For eight years, there had been no movement. Anyone would mutter in their hearts, wondering if they had misjudged.

Liu Sanqi and the twelve maids of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter lowered their heads deeply.

Regardless of the result, as servants and maids, they only needed to follow their duties, and no one could pick any faults.

"Is little martial uncle ancestor here?"

A deafening voice echoed in the mountain, even reaching the mountain.

"I am Zhou Kun, a Qi Condensation peak cultivator of the Thunder Vein. I have been in seclusion for a long time and have doubts in my heart. I ask little martial uncle ancestor not to hesitate to give some pointers!"

"It's him?!"

Liu Sanqi and the twelve maids' expressions changed suddenly, and they secretly looked up at the mountain.

"This name is a bit familiar, what's his background?"

Jiang Ding asked with interest.

"... little martial uncle ancestor..."

Liu Sanqi bit the bullet and said: "Zhou Kun's master was once the guardian of the Yue Kingdom, that was the period of time you stayed in the Yue Kingdom... He is a collateral disciple of the Zhou ancestor's family, and also a disciple of the Thunder Vein where the Supreme Elder is."

"I heard that after he cultivated to the peak of Qi Condensation last year, he is expected to compete for the seven true disciple seats. He is a popular figure among the sect disciples in recent years..."

"The background is quite mixed."

Jiang Ding commented.

"Why is little martial uncle ancestor unwilling to give some pointers?!"

After waiting for a while, the voice of Zhou Kun under the mountain carried a bit of anger: "Could it be that you look down on me, Zhou Kun? A mere mortal dares to look down on me, Zhou Kun?!"

"Little martial uncle ancestor must not be such a narrow-minded person!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"If I am not mistaken,"

"there must be a mortal who secretly harmed our sect's little martial uncle ancestor and replaced his identity. It is truly shameless to the extreme!"

Zhou Kun's voice quickly turned into a crying tone, saying: "Little martial uncle ancestor! How could you just leave like this!"

"Little martial uncle ancestor!"

He actually wailed loudly under Golden Spirit Mountain in public, crying bitterly.

Many inner and outer sect disciples who had prepared nearby walked out, took out white cloth, wore mourning clothes, and funeral music started to play.

"Little martial uncle ancestor, may your soul return!"

"Without you, what should the sect do..."

For a time, wailing sounds continued under the mountain.

Mourning cloth, incense candles, and lamps were all present, and even the memorial tablet of Jiang Ding's little martial uncle ancestor was carved by someone, becoming a grand large-scale funeral scene.

"Not a bad idea."

Jiang Ding's smile converged, and he stood up.

(End of chapter)