Chapter 289

The lush, verdant branches and leaves of the Divine Wood Futianrong swept rapidly past behind them.

A group of three hundred and sixty aerospace fighters flew within the middle atmosphere, diving downward, passing through the stratosphere, and returning to the troposphere.

The temperature gradually rose, and the oxygen in the air returned to normal, to a level where one could live without needing to activate a shield.

"Everyone from Qingfeng University and Beidou University, it was a pleasure working with you. Goodbye."

In the brigade communication channel, students from ten universities, including Mulan University, and students who had been seconded, such as Hua Bing, waved at each other across their cockpits.

Four aerospace battalions detached from the military formation, climbed again, returned to the stratosphere, and flew toward various directions of the Immortal Sect.

"Goodbye, everyone. I look forward to our next meeting."

Jin Lingfeng, Liu Mei, and other students waved, feeling somewhat reluctant to part; having lived and fought together for three years, everyone had accumulated deep bonds of friendship.

Two hundred and four aerospace fighters continued to shuttle beneath the Divine Wood Futianrong, and several minutes later, they separated toward the floating islands on both sides.

"Goodbye."

The reaction this time was quite plain; Qingfeng University and Beidou University were very close, and at the flight speed of Foundation Establishment cultivators, it would take at most ten minutes to fly there—it was just a walk in the park.

It was the many boyfriends and girlfriends who had just established their relationships who lingered affectionately in their respective communication channels for a long time.

Before long,

The floating island of Qingfeng University appeared in sight, its iconic ninety-nine rivers running through the entire island, cascading down in waterfalls, surrounded by rainbows reflected in the sunlight—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

"It's not class time now, and True Person Luling is not here, so we can just stay at the school airport."

Jin Lingfeng connected to the floating island's formation spirit for a moment and said.

White trails streaked across the horizon, landing on the smooth and wide airport, lining up in three rows, and parking neatly.

Changing the angle and looking suddenly, there were only three aerospace fighters.

Beams of escaping light of various colors flew out from the cockpits of the aerospace fighters.

"Is everyone going to have a meal together at the cafeteria?"

"After resting for a period of time, we will have to continue to throw ourselves into busy studies and postgraduate entrance exams; it's a rare opportunity."

Jin Lingfeng clapped her hands, gathered everyone together, and asked.

"That's true, we'll graduate in two years... after a few more cultivation and study sessions."

Someone sighed, their expression somewhat dazed.

Unknowingly, eighteen years had passed since the college entrance examination back then, when those naive freshmen walked into the campus.

"Let's go."

At that moment, the atmosphere was slightly sentimental; one hundred and five beams of escaping light flew together, descended from the sky, landed in a huge open-air cafeteria, and found a spot near a corner to sit down.

A sweep of spiritual sense revealed that the vast majority of those around were Qi Condensation stage students; only they had frequent needs for food.

"Foundation Establishment cultivators!"

"So many! They must be seniors in their third or fourth year."

Many little ones who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old had stars in their eyes, seemingly longing for something.

Foundation Establishment cultivators!

With a lifespan extended by two hundred and fifty years and great power born of themselves, although they were called seniors, they were already a full generation removed from mortals.

If they were not on campus, addressing them as 'my lord' would be the appropriate form of address.

"Hello, little ones!"

A female student smiled and greeted them, radiating a thick aura of beautiful, mature sisterhood, which made the little ones opposite blush and hurriedly hide back into the crowd.

"Stop teasing them; when you were an adult, they hadn't even been conceived yet."

Jin Lingfeng rolled her eyes.

"Haha!"

The surrounding students burst into laughter.

For a moment, the sentimental atmosphere was dispersed quite a bit.

Everyone chatted and laughed, talking about various internships, school, and childhood anecdotes, interspersed with discussions on cultivation difficulties; the slight melancholy was quickly washed away and disappeared completely.

The life of a cultivator is long; how could there be so much reluctance to part?

If the friendship is truly deep, even separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, decades or even a hundred years of time are nothing; cultivators can make up for regrets.

Jiang Ding's mouth moved as he silently gnawed on a spirit-scented pig trotter, habitually remaining invisible in such social scenes.

He did not like to talk.

But he still quite liked participating in such occasions, listening to others talk about all sorts of messy things, and occasionally smiling knowingly.

The premise was that no one was allowed to talk to him.

"... the college entrance examination ended this year, and the top graduate is from the Beidou University Affiliated High School..."

"... the Wan Shouxianzong and the Xuanwu Tiangong broke out in a small-scale conflict over the quota for the Yin Yang Xu Jie, with Soul Transformation level battles erupting within the Minor Spiritual Realm, ending in a draw..."

On the cafeteria's large screen TV, the news was playing as usual.

Jiang Ding glanced at it; it involved knowledge he didn't understand. While listening to the gossip the students were revealing to each other, he diverted a portion of his spiritual sense into his mobile phone, passed the network access permission, and used the spiritual sense signal

to connect to the central formation spirit computer to search for relevant knowledge.

The Yin Yang Xu Jie involved a very important Nascent Soul opportunity, which was very far away from him, so he glanced at it and skipped it.

The Minor Spiritual Realm was something created forty or fifty thousand years ago by the Nine Great Immortal Sects, including the Dari Jian Ge, in order to break through beyond Void Refinement and solve the limitations of the heaven and earth environment, by gathering resources from all realms.

Later, naturally, it did not succeed, and a large number of bloody and cruel battles appeared, causing heavy casualties to all Nine Great Immortal Sects and forging deep blood feuds.

However, the cultivation environment of the Minor Spiritual Realm was far superior to other realms; cultivators cultivating within it had a higher probability of breaking through to Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation than in other places.

One important foundation for why the Nine Great Immortal Sects were called Immortal Sects was that they each occupied a part of the Minor Spiritual Realm.

The Immortal Sect did not have one.

The Eight Great Immortal Sects joined forces to divide the share left by the Dari Jian Ge, especially the Xuanwu Tiangong, which obtained the majority and did not release it.

He continued to watch the news.

"... The Five Elements Daoist of the Wuxing Tianzong, Mr. Antuzi, successfully reached Foundation Establishment at Qingfeng University, which marks a further step in the friendship between the Wuxing Tianzong and the Immortal Sect, and the alliance is unbreakable..."

"... After three thousand years, the Taiyin Jian Sect has produced its first Taiyin Sword Child; her name is Yu Qianzi. Interface Relationship experts analyze that this will bring major challenges to the strategic security of the Immortal Sect..."

Hearing the news of Antuzi's Foundation Establishment, Jiang Ding felt nothing; it was an expected matter.

When he heard the second piece of news, he raised his head and looked at the large screen.

In the Moon Palace,

A fairy in a white dress, with skin like snow and long hair reaching her waist, possessing a temperament as cold as the moon, wore a snow-white long sword at her waist, ascended the steps of the Moon Palace, and under the gaze of many Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators, was crowned as the Taiyin Sword Child.

Even if it was just a picture, a cold and distant sword intent still rushed toward him.

Cold, indifferent.

It was not as domineering as the Dari, destroying everything; it was like moonlight, in the night, naturally seeping into the hearts of all onlookers, until the moment life ended, they would suddenly realize it.

Clang! Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword rang out as never before, and even the news of Antuzi's Foundation Establishment was almost forgotten; dots of cold killing intent spread, making the nearby students feel a subconscious chill in their hearts.

"Taiyin Sword Child!"

Jin Lingfeng also noticed the thing on the TV, looked at the TV, then at Jiang Ding, feeling a bit jealous.

"Her appearance and temperament look like your wife; she matches you very well, especially the temperament, but why do I seem to feel killing intent?"

(End of chapter)