Chapter 214: Representing the Immortal Sect to Suppress the Rebellion

After school,

Jiang Ding and An Siyan carefully carried their respective two flower pots out of the classroom.

In one flower pot, a faint golden light shone from over a dozen wheat seedlings.

The other flower pot held wheat seedlings glowing with dual water and fire hues, only four of them.

These were the seedlings remaining after a hundred spiritual wheat seeds had been ravaged by spells under the teacher's guidance, following their initial mastery of the Spiritual Wheat Nourishing Art.

Next, they would transplant them into their own dormitories.

Jiang Ding's was purely metal attribute, while An Siyan's was water and fire attribute; this related to the cultivation of the Great Yin Great Yang Sutra.

"Hahaha!"

"Daoist... uh, Daoist Sister has succeeded!"

"It's done!"

A sound of laughter like wind chimes drifted from afar, spreading across several li of land.

"Who?"

Jiang Ding's hand trembled as he reached for his sword; his divine sense and sword intent swept out, revealing an expression of helplessness mixed with amusement.

A star-colored escape light flew up and down, sometimes ascending to the sky, sometimes crashing to the ground with a clatter; occasionally, mountain stones several meters in size were smashed, yet this did not affect her good mood.

"Jin Jin Lingfeng has successfully switched to cultivating the All-Heavens Qingfeng Beidou Sutra."

The little fatty, Ou Daocheng, showed an envious expression.

"Congratulations..."

Others, regardless of whether they had successfully switched their cultivation methods, offered polite congratulations with great grace.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng's silver hair danced wildly, her tail seemingly sticking straight up; she forced herself into a humble posture, graciously thanking the people around her.

She now possessed the cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi Refining, but appeared on the verge of a peak breakthrough.

"Jiang Ding, my cultivation has surpassed yours again." Jin Jin Lingfeng raised her head high: "When the third-year internship comes, the commander position will still belong to me."

"Internship?"

Jiang Ding was surprised and turned to look at the person beside him.

"At the end of the third-year semester, many students of Qingfeng University will successfully form their Foundation."

An Siyan said softly.

"Foundation Establishment is already a crucial combat component of the Immortal Sects; the school will arrange real combat, which might be a low-intensity struggle in a minor realm, or the suppression of rebellions existing within the Immortal Sects' minor realms."

"It is the very beginning for Immortal Sect students entering true war."

"The Immortal Sects are not sects outside the realms; they do not preach that great fortune lies amidst life and death, that only the survivors are geniuses. Although not explicitly stated, there will certainly be invisible unmanned ships following, so safety will not be an issue."

"But it must be taken seriously; this is the last and only high-level supervised combat experience in our lives. The Immortal Sects' human resources are not that abundant."

"If we cannot learn well properly, dying on the battlefield later will just be dying on the battlefield."

An Siyan said solemnly.

"Understood."

Jiang Ding nodded in understanding, congratulated Jin Jin Lingfeng, and gave her the Rongcheng small noodles he had brought back from his hometown.

Several months later.

Golden Spirit Mountain.

Between the shadows of the blue-gold spirit trees resided a sun-like phantom; within a thousand-meter radius, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth and the essence of the great sun had condensed, while magma gurgled beneath the trees.

A youth in green robes sat cross-legged upon the magma; the aura on his body fluctuated in waves, finally settling steadily and calmly, then receding once more, approaching nothingness.

"Eighth layer of Qi Refining."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, a faint blue sword light flashing briefly before vanishing.

There were no surprises, no bottlenecks, no need for pills; with the support of a second-grade supreme spiritual vein, he had cultivated steadily to this point over nearly a year.

"Ninth layer of Qi Refining... still requires three years."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes, sensed for a moment, and made his judgment.

He waved his hand, and an envelope carrying a faint Jin Dan pressure flew from not far away into his palm.

"... To my esteemed junior brother..."

"... For eighteen years, the sect's Foundation Establishment Pills have been cut off, and Foundation Establishment cultivators have formed a gap; seeing the sect with no successors, I recall how our master entrusted the sect to me two hundred and fifty-seven years ago; my eldest senior brother's heart pains daily, feeling ashamed before the master's nurturing grace..."

"... If my esteemed junior brother has a little leisure, might you be willing to enter the Nine Heavens Relic once?..."

"... No need to force it; preserving oneself is the primary matter. If you can act in an incident, do so; if you cannot, that is also fine. If you encounter danger, I have already set up prohibitions that can allow other disciples to hold the rear..."

"... If you are truly too busy, my eldest senior brother will select someone else to go."

This was a letter sent from Thunder Peak several days ago.

Purely from the text, there was no coercion; it was all earnest words, whether one went or not was optional.

"I strictly obey my eldest senior brother's order."

Jiang Ding used sword intent to leave a few spiritual characters in the blank space below the envelope, infused magic power, and let it transform into an escape light of extreme speed, vanishing toward the horizon.

After finishing these matters,

he moved his divine sense, drew a storage bag from not far away, turned it upside down, and poured out loose second-grade spiritual soil from the bag, sending it flying to various spots within the thousand-meter range, mixing it with agricultural spiritual water from another storage bag.

These were all prepared by Liu Liu Sanqi as instructed.

Ten-odd minutes later, the spiritual soil covered the summit of Golden Spirit Mountain, instantly turning a fine place for immortal seclusion into a farmer's plowed field.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding was very satisfied.

He also connected the Second-Rank Top-Grade Array of the Golden Spirit Mountain, the Golden Light Silver Blade Array, adjusted the distribution of spiritual qi within the mountain, and shifted tiny spiritual qi nodes from elsewhere to positions beneath the spiritual soil blocks for efficient utilization.

As early as a year ago, he had already been a Second-Rank Array Master; otherwise, he could not have switched to cultivating the "Wan Hua Ci Yuan Sutra."

During these recent years, besides cultivation, he also made certain improvements to the mountain-protecting great array and the Second-Rank Concealment Great Array of the Golden Spirit Mountain.

While slightly enhancing the effect, he ensured that the great array remained entirely in his own hands, with no hidden backdoors for others to control.

"Spiritual Wheat Nurturing Technique!"

Jiang Ding formed the hand seals; the spiritual qi of heaven and earth trembled slightly. A beam of golden light rich in metal-attribute life spiritual power appeared in the air, gradually sinking and merging into a seed cluster weighing several jin.

After a full five or six minutes, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth gathered more and more; threads of golden light wrapped around every single seed.

"Go!"

Jiang Ding pointed with his finger; the metal-attribute spiritual wheat seeds, each clad in golden light, transformed into ten thousand threads and flew in all directions, falling into various spiritual soil blocks.

"Metal · Small Spirit Rain Technique!"

Jiang Ding did not stop; he continued forming hand seals, gathering the spiritual qi of heaven and earth with his divine sense.

Gradually, a white cloud appeared in the sky. Dots of golden light fell in a drizzle of raindrops rich in gentle metal-attribute spiritual power, making the summit of the Golden Spirit Mountain, which had not changed for many years, wet.

The white cloud dispersed.

"It is done."

Jiang Ding showed an expression of expectation: "At most another month, and we will see wheat seedlings covering the mountain. After a year, we can harvest the spiritual wheat, and the cultivation speed can be increased slightly."

"Hmm, I can also give some to Mother, Sister, Grandfather, Grandmother, and Uncle to taste. The spiritual power of the Golden Spirit Wheat is gentle; even mortals can extend their lives by consuming small amounts."

"The Little Junior Brother still has his heart set on the Sect."

"Truly a Sword Cultivator; so decisive and straightforward!"

On the Heavenly Thunder Peak,

the White-Browed Old Cultivator was excited, showing a moved expression.

After hesitating for a short while, he summoned Li Li Qingyun, who was cultivating in seclusion on the mountainside.

"Greetings, Master!"

Li Li Qingyun said respectfully.

"Disciple, have you ever heard of the Nine Heavens Ruins, the Inheritance Staircase?"

the White-Browed Old Cultivator asked.

"Replying to Master, I have never heard of the Inheritance Staircase."

Li Li Qingyun said, puzzled.

"This is the Sect's only existing... Nascent Soul Staircase." The White-Browed Old Cultivator sighed deeply: "The Ancestor previously advanced only two steps. Among the disciples of the Sect through the generations, the strongest was a Heaven Spirit Root cultivator you knew of before, who advanced three steps."

"Yet they still could not obtain the Nascent Soul inheritance."

"Relying solely on the current inheritance within the Sect, a Jin Dan is sufficient, but facing the aggressive Xuetudian, it is still somewhat inadequate... However, there are many dangers within the Nine Heavens Ruins; one mistake could lead to death."

"If this opportunity is missed, the next time..."

"The Little Junior Brother cannot be freely commanded; once is already rare. Once he reaches Foundation Establishment in the future, there will be no chance at all."

"I cannot make up my mind."

The White-Browed Old Cultivator asked: "What are your thoughts, Disciple?"

"Master, this disciple is willing to go!"

Li Li Qingyun's eyes brightened.

(End of this chapter)