Chapter 292

Jin Lingshan,

another three cycles of spring and autumn, and the mountaintop was golden.

"I always feel that time is becoming less and less valuable."

"I vaguely remember that many years ago, three years was a very long period of time, which could bring many memories and go through many things."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out, crisscrossing in the golden wheat waves on the mountaintop, and returned after a moment; the wheat stalks fell in patches and collapsed into powder.

A flash of pale blue magnetic field auxiliary dashed lines unfolded by the 'Wan Hua Ci Yuan Jing' appeared, and dots of wheat grains floated, gathered into a stream, and poured into the storage jade pendant.

The plants that remained with vigorous vitality and spiritual light, and had the potential to advance to Tier 2 Golden Spirit Wheat, were left behind, only one-tenth.

There was no need to sow again; the spiritual energy and growth space required by Tier 2 Spirit Wheat were several times that of Tier 1 Golden Spirit Wheat, so this selection was just right.

After finishing these, Jiang Ding turned his gaze to a pile of storage bags on the ground and took them over.

The specimens were as expected, few, and the value of individual ones was getting higher and higher; in terms of quantity, the three years added together were not as good as the harvest of the previous half a month.

However, it was always good to be able to add some animal and plant data to the Immortal Sect library.

Over the years, the birth of many elixirs and synthetic materials had been related to the specimens he collected, and he had earned tens of thousands of spirit stones in patent fees.

The key was that this was continuous, and would last for more than seven hundred years in the future, three times the lifespan of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Finally, there were more than a dozen jade slips, coming from Liu Sanqi's sect intelligence, Han Lin and Gong Caiyu's harvests and encounters regarding collecting specimens, and some cultivation questions.

"Two years ago, the sect's Golden Core and the Blood Slaughter Hall's Golden Core fought a battle?"

Jiang Ding's gaze rested on a piece of intelligence, and he pondered for a moment.

The result, naturally, was the defeat of the Qiyu Sect's Golden Core, and the Fire Vein Golden Core ancestor Zhou Sanyan was seriously injured; if it weren't for the sect's supreme treasure, the Seven Elements Stele, passed down by the founder, which was mysterious and extraordinary, perhaps another Golden Core would have been lost.

The current situation was very bad; Blood Slaughter Hall disciples were attacking cities and seizing land, constantly nibbling away at the spirit mines and spirit veins of the Qiyu Sect everywhere, their sphere of influence was constantly shrinking, and Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation disciples were suffering heavy losses.

The Golden Cores did not join the Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation battlefield.

The Blood Slaughter Hall Golden Core could defeat the Qiyu Sect Golden Core, but relying on the sect's supreme treasure, there was currently no certainty of killing them, and they did not want to spread the war to the point where both sides' Golden Cores killed all the mid and low-tier cultivators in a lose-lose situation.

Generally speaking, in this kind of war in the cultivation world, if there is no absolute certainty of eliminating the opposing Golden Core, one can only grind it down bit by bit, forcing one side to abandon the sect and leave, not to the point of perishing together.

Thanks to the sudden loss of dozens of Foundation Establishment disciples by the Blood Slaughter Hall a few years ago, although the Foundation Establishment battlefield was unfavorable, it could still hold on.

"Very troublesome."

Jiang Ding frowned.

Personally, while ensuring his own safety, he was willing to contribute a little to the Qiyu Sect, but, deducting the Law-Breaking Immortal Gold and the super aerospace fighter, he could at most deal with mid-stage Golden Core cultivators.

These two things must be silenced if exposed.

Otherwise, even if he fought to the death for the Qiyu Sect, once leaked, Qiyu Sect cultivators might still turn from allies into enemies under external pressure.

"Let it be."

Jiang Ding's expression was plain.

He had indeed obtained some things from the Qiyu Sect, which provided a lot of help in the early stages of his growth; the highest value was the right to use a Tier 2 top-grade spirit vein and an opportunity to enter a Nine Heavens relic.

Especially the latter, which gave his mother the opportunity to live past the mortal limit of one hundred and twenty years.

He kept all these in his heart, plus the interest increase from growing from a weak period to the present.

"Killing Blood Slaughter Hall disciples in the Nine Heavens relic and harvesting a large amount of Foundation Establishment pill main materials, this counts as repaying one-fifth."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself: "When the time is ripe, go and kill the mid-stage Golden Core Hundred Ghosts Old Ancestor; this counts as four-fifths."

"In this way, I can say I have a clear conscience."

As for what others think,

he didn't care much.

"Besides, Liu Sanqi is ninety years old this year? So fast."

Jiang Ding sighed and put down the jade slip.

This person had been busy with things on and off the mountain since he came to Jin Lingshan eighteen years ago, and now, it was finally time for their fate to end.

His spiritual sense touched the jade pendant, and a message was sent.

After a moment, a slightly excited escaping light flew over in a hurry from a distance, landed respectfully at a distance of a thousand meters, and walked over step by step.

His hair was gray, his face was full of wrinkles, and as he reached the latter part of his life, the magic power and spiritual sense of a Qi Condensation cultivator could no longer stop the arrival of aging.

"Little Liu Sanqi, pays respects to the Little Martial Uncle Ancestor!"

Liu Sanqi said respectfully, his mind inevitably dazed for a moment.

This scene was just like eighteen years ago, when they first met, with no difference at all; the young man in green clothes in front of him was just like many years ago, and time and years had not left any traces on him.

The only thing that changed was himself.

"Little Martial Uncle Ancestor, I am old, my hands and feet are not nimble, my mind is often muddled and unclear, and I can no longer continue to serve you; I have come to beg to return, to return to my hometown to worship my ancestors, sweep the graves for my parents, and teach my grandchildren."

Liu Sanqi collected his mood and bowed.

He wanted to kneel down, but was blocked by a force.

"It's not very peaceful outside; is it safe for you to go outside?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"My hometown is among the mortals of the Yue Kingdom, and the turmoil in the cultivation world is hard to reach; even if there is, it's just Qi Condensation stage cultivators, which I can barely handle."

Liu Sanqi showed a look of being moved.

This person was indeed a benevolent master, always trying his best to consider the people below him no matter what; it was a pity that when he met him, he was already over seventy years old, and his cultivation was difficult to advance further.

He couldn't help but feel regret in his heart.

"Over the years, thank you for your hard work for me, never making a mistake; eighteen years, six thousand days and nights have been like this, which is not easy." Jiang Ding sighed.

"Do you have any wishes?"

"This is my duty, Little Martial Uncle, please don't worry."

Liu Sanqi's spirit lifted, and he said cautiously: "I have a son, with Qi Condensation Level 9 cultivation, over sixty years old; I want to seek a future for him; I wonder if you can let him enter the ranks of true disciples and represent Jin Lingshan to participate in the competition for the Foundation Establishment pill in two years?"

"I only have this one wish; no matter what the end of this child is, it is his wish."

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Ding nodded.

He took out a talisman, input his magic power, and let it turn into a wisp of green smoke and fly toward the sect's main hall.

Several tens of minutes later.

A talisman flew from the horizon, carrying a jade box shining with green light.

"This is..."

Liu Sanqi was overwhelmed by a burst of ecstasy, his mouth trembling, and he was incoherent.

"Foundation Establishment pill."

Jiang Ding opened it casually, a red elixir, blooming with rich and pure medicinal power, and his spiritual sense scanned it: "Mid-grade Foundation Establishment pill, can increase the probability of Foundation Establishment by twenty percent; I wish your son a long-lasting immortal path, and hope to meet again many years later."

The jade box closed and flew to Liu Sanqi.

"Thank you, Little Martial Uncle Ancestor!"

Liu Sanqi's eyes were red, he knelt and bowed, tears couldn't help but flow down, streaming between his wrinkles: "I have only done some trivial things; your gift is too heavy; I am not a person; I have reported your whereabouts on the mountain to the ancestor many times."

"I am not a person!"

He kept slapping himself, full of regret and annoyance.

"No matter, it's just a small matter; Senior Brother is just concerned about my cultivation and life."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and he fell into cultivation.

Liu Sanqi bowed again, put away the jade box, dared not disturb him in the slightest, retreated outward, bowed again at a distance of a thousand meters, and left.

(End of chapter)