Chapter 23: Inheritance

After the annoying people left, the house felt better again.

Jiang Ding held his sword in both hands, comfortably rolled over on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

“Brother, I’m hungry!”

Jiang Yuan said with perfect confidence.

“Put all the food in the fridge. We’re ordering takeout today—I’m treating you. Budget: three hundred.” Jiang Ding opened his eyes. Takeout now had strict oversight; hygiene was no longer an issue, so customs had adapted accordingly.

It’s just expensive.

Any service involving human labor isn’t cheap.

“Ah!”

Jiang Yuan screamed.

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Homeroom teacher Guo Kui stopped Jiang Ding, sent a text to summon a teacher to replace him for proctoring, then hurried out of the classroom.

Jiang Ding answered calmly, a natural aura of academic excellence in moral character spreading around him. “For ten thousand years, the non-spiritual and the transcendent have collided and fused. The Immortal Sect has endured countless trials, at least three full-domain occupations, nearly ancestral extinction—hence its extreme emphasis on orderly grassroots inheritance.”

Even Hua Bing and Wu Tianli could easily see through his true strength, let alone the homeroom teacher.

This posed no difficulty for Jiang Ding—he wrote as if guided by divine inspiration, answering questions instinctively: the First Law of the Immortal Sect, the First Secrecy Clause, application problems—all completed within an hour.

As an elderly cultivator with no path forward and no hope of Foundation Establishment, he had spent years paving the way for his descendants, and now, he couldn’t help but harbor some chaotic thoughts.

Jiang Ding shook his head: “I choose Reconnaissance Infantry.”

Envious glances spread through the surrounding crowd.

Guo Kui suppressed his slightly stirred emotions and spoke slowly.

“Ah! Thank you, brother!” Jiang Yuan’s eyes sparkled. She nearly reached out to scratch Jiang Ding’s hand and hug him, then kissed him full on the face, leaving saliva everywhere.

“Sit.” Guo Kui pointed to the ceiling camera: “Do you know what this signifies?”

The first two morning classes tested moral character.

“Scores: Line Infantry is easier to pass, with a high floor and decent ceiling, making you relatively safe among the crowd; Reconnaissance Infantry has a low floor, high ceiling, and high risk.”

After carefully checking multiple times, Jiang Ding submitted his paper and used the saved time to practice swordplay.

Roughly half the potency of the Essence-to-Marrow Elixir previously taken at Bone Refining stage, and it still requires strict adherence to the elixir instructions to expel trace toxic residues, lest they impair a young warrior’s potential.

“You’ve advanced to Inner Qi stage? Let’s go to the school library.”

“To ensure the strictest implementation of the Immortal Sect’s most fundamental inheritance.”

The two walked and talked as they went.

Directly boosting Inner Qi elixirs do exist, but such crude cultivation-enhancing pills damage potential. If detected by the cultivation chamber’s array spirit, your cultivation class grade drops to zero.

The door opened,

……

Lin Wanqiu smiled and said.

Guo Kui said nothing. Teenagers this age are confident, proud, and hard to persuade: “You still have one chance within the month to switch majors. If Reconnaissance Infantry doesn’t suit you, don’t miss the deadline.”

Canhua Dingqi Elixir follows the Immortal Sect’s tradition of low-cost, minimally effective medicinal provision.

“Inheritance at the Inner Qi stage is simple: only two branches—Line Infantry and Reconnaissance Infantry.”

“Reconnaissance Infantry: same upper limit, uses camouflage that blocks partial spiritual sense and some spirit-particle radar detection, anti-materiel sniper rifles, etc., requiring independent survival and combat in the wild to obtain intelligence needed by the battalion.”

“Jiang Ding, wait a moment.”

“No need.”

“Corresponding requirements also differ in martial arts focus: Line Infantry must master the Golden Seal for stabilizing heavy machine guns; Reconnaissance Infantry must master the Minor Concealment Technique.”

“Line Infantry can accumulate merit to become a Class-C battalion company or platoon officer, using heavy machine guns, some grenades, mortars, and other ground firepower. At school, you only need to learn the heavy machine gun, and exams focus solely on it.” “So lucky!” Lin Wanqiu exclaimed.

“Thank you, Dingding!”

“Thank you, teacher.”

“This is Mom’s.”

For young warriors, this elixir is no different from poison.

In the past he might have hesitated, but now he doesn’t need to—he’s spent years in extraterrestrial exploration, with no comrades. Reconnaissance Infantry naturally suits him.

“Inheritance.”

Jiang Ding pushed her away in disgust and handed her another thousand.

Inside the empty cultivation chamber, a half-open emerald wooden palm still rested, atop it a faintly glowing elixir: Canhua Dingqi Elixir, a Low-Class Common Elixir that replenishes a Inner Qi warrior’s essence, aiding the generation of Inner Qi.

Thud! Jiang Ding tapped her head. Before she could get angry and retaliate, he tossed her a thousand.

Lin Wanqiu also looked over in surprise.

“Yes, teacher.” Jiang Ding whispered.

Jiang Ding rose and took his leave.

It seemed abrupt—the Immortal Sect’s technology could shrink cameras to the size of a grain of rice with better functionality. This bulky, heavy design looked archaic.

Jiang Yuan swiftly opened her phone and placed an order: cola chicken wings, hamburgers, then added Jiang Ding and Lin Wanqiu’s favorites.

“After several civil wars that shook the entire Immortal Sect, strict inheritance regulations were established.”

“Alright, I’ll submit your application. Teacher Zhang Dingjun will also be notified about your cultivation class.”

“Inner Qi warriors are already part of the most basic soldiers, having entered the Immortal Sect’s hierarchy of power and duty. A negligible sliver of the Central Array Spirit’s attention has already begun to focus here.”

“Yet with only resource advantages, how can a single family or clan compete with the entire region’s geniuses?”

Jiang Ding pulled out three thousand from his wallet, counted it, then sent a screenshot of his chat with Yunyun Pharmaceutical’s technician from the library app into the Happy Peace Family group, and recounted finding the Purple Spirit Grass in the flowerbed.

“Which do you choose? You may consult your family. You have a week to decide.”

“Good.”

Nothing flashy—everyone knew he was admitted through his exceptionally high moral character score.

Guo Kui’s expression turned complex.

“The optimal solution is to directly sever the region’s inheritance. Family and sects, as personal powers, naturally assume dominance.”

The two soon arrived at the school library. Under Guo Kui’s guidance, they entered a spacious, bright classroom, where a simple desk and several stools were arranged in the center.

“A reward for you.”

Outside the school library, Jiang Ding realized only twenty minutes had passed. He thought for a moment, then headed toward the cultivation chamber.

Besides that, there were seven or eight extremely conspicuous surveillance cameras.

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“I made a little fortune today.”

“In fact, history has seen many internal conflicts. Some high-level cultivators, especially elderly ones with no path forward, become obsessively fixated on prolonging their family’s glory.”

If the cultivation chamber’s array spirit detects residual elixir toxins in the body, it will refuse to provide further elixirs.

The pale blue miniature figure before him began moving; arrows within the meridians flowed in complex, orderly patterns, weaving a net across the ten largest meridians of the Hand Taiyin Lung Channel.

Swallowed the Canhua Dingqi Elixir

A bright silver light appeared, then danced—swordlight flooded the entire cultivation chamber, amplified by circulating Inner Qi, slicing the air into fragments, filling the room with sword shadows.

(End of Chapter)