Chapter 307

This person, I don't know him.

He looks like a yellow-haired non-mainstream hooligan hanging out in the Immortal Capital. My spiritual sense and sword intent swept over, and he was a mortal from head to toe.

But he was too close.

Jiang Ding felt a trace of a feeling as heavy as a mountain looming.

Although he was in a bad mood now and wanted to find someone to beat up legally.

But he wisely chose to settle things peacefully.

"Major Sun Sword Child."

The yellow-haired one was relentless and continued: "I told Dinghai at the time that all flashy sword cultivators are unstable factors and obstacles to building a harmonious rule-of-law society. Now I've been proven right, haven't I?"

Jiang Ding glanced at him.

He didn't say anything.

"I'm different!"

The yellow-haired one patted his chest and said proudly: "Don't look at me smoking, perming my hair, and fighting; my heart is the color of the Immortal Sect. My friends on the street all recognize me and give me some face."

"Let me tell you..."

He wanted to say something else, but it was his turn at the window.

"Li Ritian, it's you again, what crime?"

The prison guard girl at the window looked stinky as soon as she saw him and said unpleasantly.

"Officer, fighting, need to be locked up for six months."

The yellow-haired one's pride disappeared instantly; he nodded and bowed, smiling apologetically.

"Fighting again?"

The prison guard girl raised her eyebrows.

"It was those bastards who started it first."

The yellow-haired one had a point: "I was acting in legal self-defense, but the array spirit insisted I used excessive force. You tell me, isn't this bullying an honest person?"

"Prison C-154, reform honestly, and be a new person after you come out. Hurry up."

The prison guard girl was too lazy to pay attention to him and threw out a receipt.

"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely reform honestly, Officer, please rest assured."

The yellow-haired one nodded and bowed, took the receipt, and walked honestly toward the prison, leaving the window for the next person in line.

After getting out of the prison guard's sight, he shook again, straightened his waist, and glanced at Jiang Ding: "I'm busy now, let's chat later."

People around looked over at him.

A tender youth of fifteen or sixteen,

a yellow-haired non-mainstream youth with a hooligan air.

One look and they knew what happened.

Many people revealed looks of righteous indignation.

"Li Ritian! You still dare to threaten others?!!"

The prison guard girl had sharp ears and shouted: "I'm right here today, let's see how you dare to chat?"

"Officer! Misunderstanding! Nothing happened."

The yellow-haired one shrank his waist and walked away dejectedly.

Soon, it was Jiang Ding's turn.

"Little brother, don't be afraid of such hooligans."

"If he dares to mess around, just call the police."

Seeing him, a blush flashed and vanished on the prison guard girl's face, her eyes softened a lot, and she comforted him.

"By the way, what is your crime?"

"Is it speeding or drunk driving? You kids, you must not hang out with those kinds of hooligans and be led astray by them..."

She chattered on and on, trying her best to persuade him, wanting to save a lost youth.

"..."

Jiang Ding's words paused.

"Illegal use of soul-type spells, six months."

"Soul-type spells!"

The prison guard girl's expression changed: "You are a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

The blush on her face disappeared quickly, and she looked at him as if looking at a pervert, vigilantly saying: "Senior, Prison C-785, reform seriously, and remember not to commit it again in the future."

"Okay."

Jiang Ding nodded and took the receipt.

After wandering around, he came to a prison cell built entirely of breaking-law steel, ten square meters in size, with a toilet, a bed, only a very small window, and a square hole on the door for delivering food.

One wall was a bookshelf. His spiritual sense swept over, and they were all books like "The Origin of the Immortal Sect's First Law," "On the Thought of Immortal-Mortal Unity," "Immortal Sect Public Security Management Regulations," "Immortal Sect Spell Management Regulations," and so on.

There was no spiritual energy.

"The conditions are quite difficult."

Jiang Ding sighed, picked up a copy of the Spell Management Regulations, and sat on the bed to read it.

Prison life is quite regular.

Morning washing, organizing internal affairs, eating breakfast, washing dishes, cleaning the prison cell.

Then gathering on the playground, entering the factory area, starting to work, doing some array pattern engraving work that Foundation Establishment cultivators are capable of, resting at noon, finishing work at six-thirty in the afternoon, and starting to study.

These are things that must be done, strictly abiding by the prison regulations.

As for food, it is boiled cabbage and pork in water, with very little salt.

This kind of life is quite difficult for ordinary mortals.

However, the soul and magic power of immortal cultivators far exceed ordinary people, so they gradually adapted.

There were no prison bullies or prison guards deliberately bullying anyone; all aspects were strictly monitored, and there was no room for any tricks.

Time flies,

six months passed quickly.

Passing the assessment, he walked out of the prison gate.

"It has been four years since I last left Qingfeng University."

"I must go find Professor Zhang Junsheng as soon as possible and start the next stage of learning."

Jiang Ding thought silently, transformed into a gray-blue escape light, and flew into the sky.

"Wait!"

A figure appeared in front of him and blocked him; it was the yellow-haired youth: "Let's chat for a while..."

Jiang Ding was too lazy to pay attention to him, his escape light circled around and passed by from the side.

"My name is Li Ritian."

The escape light flew faster, without any reaction.

"Others call me Extinguish-Sun True Person."

The yellow-haired one was not in a hurry and said slowly: "I'm the one who was almost hacked to death by the peak Nascent Soul Major Sun Sword Child, but finally survived, and I have the Major Sun sword intent on me."

Whoosh!

The gray-blue escape light flickered violently and instantly returned to his front.

"Hello, Senior Li."

A flower bloomed on Jiang Ding's face, and he nodded and bowed: "It is truly better to meet than to hear the name. Being so dashing and handsome, you are worthy of being a peerless hero who returned from a bloody battle with the Major Sun Sword Pavilion and laid the foundation for the Immortal Sect to become a hegemon of the realm. It truly makes us juniors yearn for you."

He looked worshipful.

"Exaggerated."

The yellow-haired one felt a chill instantly and couldn't stand it: "Where is your sword cultivator's coldness, the demeanor of viewing all living things as ants?"

"In front of such a dashing and handsome senior, who would dare to claim demeanor?"

Jiang Ding said solemnly.

"Not bad, not bad, that's the truth."

The yellow-haired one felt somewhat floating.

Flattery is simple, but it also depends on who is doing it.

Can the flattery of the Major Sun Sword Child be called flattery?

Obviously, he was just stating facts.

"Senior, that..."

Jiang Ding said cautiously: "That Major Sun sword intent, you don't have any use for it anyway, why not give it to me? I can take this opportunity to admire you at any time, so as to encourage myself to learn from you and be a person useful to the Immortal Sect like you."

"That won't do."

The yellow-haired youth answered subconsciously.

"Oh."

Jiang Ding's smiling face collapsed.

"Alright, goodbye."

He turned and left without any attachment.

"Wait."

The yellow-haired youth was enjoying it, so he hurriedly called him back: "Aren't you going to persuade me anymore?"

"How to persuade?"

Jiang Ding rolled his eyes and said weakly: "The previous generation Major Sun Sword Child was at the peak Nascent Soul realm and had the combat power of a Soul Transformation cultivator, so his sword intent is something of the Soul Transformation level."

"You couldn't buy it even if you sold ten of me; debt isn't owed like this either."

"That's true."

The yellow-haired youth thought for a while and felt it was also right.

(End of chapter)