Chapter 240: Sixteen This Year, Not Your Old Senior

After seven days passed, streaks of light flew in all directions.

Jiang Ding flew outside the university, intending to use the three-day break to go home and take a look.

He hadn't seen them for four years, and he missed them quite a bit.

Six or seven hours later, he arrived at Rongcheng.

He checked the time; it was three o'clock in the afternoon, the time for high school classes, so he flew to Rongcheng No. 1 High School and landed beside the security room at the school gate.

"Hello, I would like to enter the school for a visit."

Jiang Ding handed over his ID card for registration.

"Which middle school are you from? If you don't study well, you skip class to come here."

The security guard was a young man of about twenty, who glanced at him and frowned.

He didn't really want to let this youth with tendencies of a delinquent student enter the school, to avoid trouble, and have the leaders blame him.

His peripheral vision swept to the ID card.

Jiang Ding.

Foundation Establishment cultivator.

ID number: 5227...

"Holy crap! Old Senior!"

Jiang Ding's expression turned black.

Who is your old senior?

Although you are much younger than me, be careful, or I will sue you for slander!

"Sorry, Old Senior, I am really sorry, I didn't recognize you."

The youth immediately registered him and apologized with a smile: "You look really too young, I didn't recognize you, I thought you were one of those little hooligans from No. 4 or No. 5 Middle School who wanted to come in to pick up girls."

The top graduate from twelve years ago; he probably hadn't even been in elementary school then.

"... Don't call me senior."

Jiang Ding was silent for a moment, but it was not good to argue with a child, so he asked: "Where is Master Old Hu?"

Master Old Hu was the previous school security guard, surnamed Hu, with a big beard, very friendly to the students, and from time to time played basketball, soccer, etc., with the children in the school, and their relationship was very good.

"Old Hu retired three years ago. I guess he is at home taking care of his grandchildren now."

"Retired."

Jiang Ding was stunned.

After a moment, he took back his ID card, left the gate, and walked slowly on the school playground, blending into the crowd of high school students coming and going, no longer having anything special.

"Weird Old Senior."

Looking at his back, the youth muttered a sentence, sat down, and took out his phone to start scrolling.

There were many big shots flying high in the sky, but it didn't affect him lying flat, saving decades of detours.

Jiang Ding walked through the playground, various classrooms, and the lakeside, all these places, each having different emotional insights, and his heart became much calmer.

In the Language classroom, he also found Lin Wanqiu attending class with a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, looking like she was listening attentively, and there was no discomfort.

He didn't disturb her and went to the cultivation room he used for three years in high school.

Jiang Ding came to the weapon rack and picked up an armor-piercing steel sword.

"It's been a long time since I used my hands to hold a sword personally."

Clang!

The sword left its sheath, slashing out a regular arc, incomparably bright, and the sword wheel afterimage stayed in the air for several breaths before slowly dissipating.

"Exhibition Sword Style, not rusty, and I can continue to improve on the basis of perfection."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to feel, observed every muscle with his spiritual sense, and slashed out a sword again.

Clang!

The regular arc appeared again, and vaguely, there was a kind of beauty that had never appeared before, adding some special things.

"Above perfection, is it reaching the peak of perfection? Adding one's own things, sublimating the original martial arts."

"Pity..."

Jiang Ding sighed, sheathed the sword, placed it on the weapon rack, and took one last look at this familiar cultivation room.

He turned and left.

After flying in the sky for a while, he was attracted by the roaring sound and the "da-da-da" sound of gunfire from afar, and landed in a corner of the outdoor training ground.

"Remember, cold weapons are just a hobby. You just need to understand them. Don't be like those unlucky ones from a few years ago, biting on them and not letting go, delaying your academic performance..."

"You must know, not everyone is that senior of yours."

Zhang Jun-sheng held a large armor-piercing steel axe, waving it vigorously from time to time, and shouted.

Below, thirty-something ignorant fifteen-year-old boys and girls nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Jiang Ding showed a look of nostalgia and did not disturb the normal progress of the class.

Several hours later.

"Class dismissed, go back and think more about what you learned today."

Zhang Jun-sheng announced.

A group of hungry students scattered, rushing toward the bus.

Zhang Jun-sheng performed the Wind Control Technique himself, his body floated up, and he was about to fly away.

"Hello, Zhang Laoshi."

A sixteen-year-old youth in green appeared in his field of vision and greeted him politely.

Naturally, without any abruptness, as if he had been here all along.

"Student Jiang Ding, is there anything you don't understand..."

Zhang Jun-sheng stopped his flying steps and asked subconsciously.

"Holy crap!"

"Jiang Ding!"

"How did you pop out like a ghost?!"

Zhang Jun-sheng's body shook, his eyes widened, and he spoke incoherently.

He ran to Jiang Ding's front with a "whoosh," grabbed his neck, and shook it back and forth, incomparably excited.

After a long time, he calmed down a bit.

Zhang Jun-sheng looked him up and down carefully, and from time to time even used his nose to smell him.

For the first Immortal Sect top graduate he taught in his teaching career, it was hard for him to forget.

"You have established your foundation."

Zhang Jun-sheng affirmed.

"Let me calculate, Foundation Establishment at twenty-eight, hiss, this is the Immortal Sect top graduate."

He gasped.

"How did you see it?"

Jiang Ding asked puzzledly.

An Tuzi was like this, and Zhang Laoshi was also like this.

"Inference."

Zhang Jun-sheng laughed: "More than ten years ago, you were already at the Primordial peak. Even if switching techniques wasted some time, you must have established your foundation now. After all, there is no bottleneck."

"Sigh, in contrast, my kid doesn't even have internal Qi now, thirteen years old, his aptitude is a mess..."

He looked at Jiang Ding eagerly.

He almost said it explicitly.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

Jiang Ding smiled at himself, took out a jade bottle, and threw it over: "Top-grade Qinghua Foundation-Nurturing Spiritual Pill, a gift for little Zhang, wishing him a smooth Immortal Dao and success in Foundation Establishment in the future."

"Top-grade Qinghua Foundation-Nurturing Spiritual Pill!"

Zhang Jun-sheng was overjoyed and accepted it without any politeness: "As expected of a Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator, the move is extraordinary. Thank you, thank you."

This kind of elixir, preciousness was secondary; the most important thing was that there was no channel.

Jin Dan cultivators who had the ability to refine this kind of elixir would not waste time refining this kind of low-grade elixir to supply mortals, and very few flowed into the market.

The two chatted for a while, talking about things from those years in high school, all filled with emotion.

More than an hour later,

Jiang Ding bid farewell to Zhang Jun-sheng.

Next, he visited the teachers of each subject one by one, chatted with them, asked about their health conditions over the years, and interesting things in teaching. Before leaving, he gifted each of them a bottle of Qinghua Foundation-Nurturing Spiritual Pill, containing three pills.

If preserved properly, it could basically guarantee that three generations would have a good starting point for martial arts aptitude.

After these things were done, he flew into the sky, expanded his spiritual sense, and quickly locked onto Lin Wanqiu's position; she was on a bus, rushing home.

Jiang Ding accelerated and waited at the next stop in advance.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 241 =====