Chapter 305

Master Dinghai came to the confused Jin Lingfeng and tapped lightly on the center of her eyebrows.

"Go home, go home..."

Jin Lingfeng muttered to herself, struggling constantly, showing signs of wanting to break free from An Siyan's arm, her eyes suddenly clear, and her face widened.

"Jiang Ding, what happened to him?"

Her expression was terrified.

Forcibly twisting a person's will—if it hadn't been discovered early, perhaps she would never want to come here again in this life, instinctively wanting to return home.

An Siyan looked cautiously toward the residential area.

"Taiyin sword intent..."

Master Dinghai had a wisp of moon-white sword intent appear in his hand, crushing it lightly, his expression also shaken: "As far as I know, he only came into contact with the Taiyin Sword Sect's sword intent once, for only a few years, and he could forcibly simulate it with his own sword intent. This sword Dao talent..."

"Teacher, is there any way to help him?"

An Siyan couldn't help but ask.

"It's very difficult."

Master Dinghai revealed a look of difficulty: "Inner demon tribulation can only be broken free by oneself; others have no way to help. Forcibly interrupting it might cause irreparable heavy damage to the soul."

"Moreover, I have never seen anyone so young have an inner demon; I have no experience in handling it."

"Wait, let's see. The life of us immortal cultivators is long; there is no need to rush for a moment."

He waved his hand and cast out array flags, over a thousand of them, all with white jade as the base and pure black flag surfaces, falling in an orderly fashion around Fulin Residential Area. Mysterious soul runes were looming, layers of array protection, and seeing them made one's heart instinctively relax.

"Tier 3 Soul-Calming Array."

Master Dinghai habitually explained to the students around him: "Tier 3 soul-type array, can protect the mortals and immortal cultivators around, avoiding the soul being hurt by Jiang Ding."

"Of course, he has always been careful in his subconscious; except for those above late-stage Qi Refining who can break free from the Taiyin sword intent illusion concealment, he hasn't hurt anyone yet."

"However, protection is still necessary; he might lose control later."

Before he knew it, he had been at home for three and a half years.

In the evening, after eating and finishing the cleanup, the family of three gathered in the living room to watch TV, still the dog-blood family ethical drama.

This kind of TV series is simply a cancer; no matter what, it cannot be played clean.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and entered sleep as usual.

But he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

He picked up his pillow and sat up, his eyes dazed and lonely, looking at the city night view outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Jiang Ding, you actually woke up?"

Jiang Yuan was surprised: "For the past few years, whenever you encountered a TV series, you would fall into a deep sleep until ten o'clock. What's wrong today?"

"Watch your TV properly."

Jiang Ding glanced at her, too lazy to pay attention.

The irritability in his heart could not be relieved. He returned to his room to sleep, stared blankly at the night view by the window, and was completely unable to fall asleep.

However, it seemed he didn't need to fall asleep in the first place.

He stayed by the window, watching silently outside, until midnight, until six o'clock in the morning.

Getting up to practice sword, eating breakfast.

Sending Mom and sister to school, going to see Grandpa and Grandma, listening to them talk, then eating dinner, taking a walk, watching TV, sleeping.

Another month passed like this.

This kind of life, simple, plain, uniform, but being with relatives, he didn't feel it was dull.

"It's just that some equally important things seem to have been forgotten."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, finally unable to endure the irritability accumulated over many days, and came to a bonsai covered in dust, ignored by everyone subconsciously.

He stroked it lightly, his hands full of dust, revealing the blue-gold tree body.

Somehow, a thick sadness surged into his heart, and tears almost fell.

"Mom, can I not go to school or work and stay by your side forever?"

Jiang Ding turned his head and asked.

"That would be very good."

"Although our family is not rich, we can still afford to eat and drink."

Lin Wanqiu was stunned for a moment, somewhat moved, and then shook her head: "But it won't do. People must have their own careers to do; otherwise, their spirit will not be complete, they will stay in a childhood state forever, and in the end, they will even dislike themselves, and life will become meaningless."

"When I graduated from university, your grandparents told me this."

"No matter what a person experiences, whether it is success or failure, they must have experiences; this is a complete life."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding stroked the blue-gold bonsai bit by bit and finally, disregarding the dust, picked it up: "However, your life is too short."

"I'm afraid that after cultivating ten-plus times, I will never see you again, never see Grandpa and Grandma again."

"Is... that so."

Lin Wanqiu sighed.

"Life, old age, sickness, and death are just like this."

"Mom has no way, Grandpa and Grandma have no way."

"People will age..."

Jiang Yuan also seemed to see the scene of herself at eighty or ninety, covered in wrinkles and white hair, and fell into silence.

"However, it's only a mere hundred-plus years, at most two hundred-plus years..."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, slowly putting down the bonsai in his hand.

"Young and tender life..."

A trace of hope appeared on Master Dinghai's face, then fell, helpless.

"You are still a Foundation Establishment cultivator now!"

Jin Lingfeng stomped her feet: "You also only have a life of two hundred-plus years. What do you mean by a mere two hundred years? This is already one-sixth of the life of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"This is something a Soul Transformation cultivator would say."

Master Dinghai pondered for a moment and told the array spirit: "Calculate the success rate of his mother's Foundation Establishment for him."

"Ding!"

"Temporary lottery big discount, can calculate and estimate the Foundation Establishment success rate of one person, calculate?"

The array spirit's voice sounded in his ear.

"Calculate."

Jiang Ding subconsciously believed it and specified Lin Wanqiu, who was already sixty-plus, as the target.

"Name: Lin Wanqiu"

"Age: 64"

"Estimated peak time of Qi Refining Level 9: 111 years old."

"... Super high age: -43%, Ancient Wood Reincarnation Technique: +15%, Top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill: 40%, Mid-low comprehension: -2%, Wisdom from the passage of time: +1%, Multiple times taking breakthrough pills: -..."

"Comprehensive success rate: 6%."

"6%? 6%!"

Jiang Ding opened his eyes suddenly.

A wisp of azure sword light flashed and vanished.

The ten-kilometer radius suddenly cleared up, changed, and something invisible disappeared.

Many people's eyes brightened a bit, thought for a moment, but it was insignificant, shook their heads, and continued to focus their attention on their own affairs.

Clang!

The blue-gold little tree clanged, shook off the dust, its tree body bloomed with bright light, vibrated happily, and transformed into a flying sword a foot long, flying toward him.

"A dream?"

Jiang Ding took the flying sword and sighed long.

His eyes had completely recovered their clarity, but the sense of desolation could not be covered up no matter what.

He was not very happy.

(End of chapter)