Chapter 378: The Great Sun Sword Disciple's Cheeks Are Very Easy to Pinch

Jiang Ding looked down from above.

The residential compound was still decorated with lanterns and streamers; the continuous banquet remained unchanged, having run uninterrupted for over two months, a cost negligible even to high-level cultivators.

In the very center of the banquet, an extra-large television screen had been added, surrounded by a circle of people holding their breath, so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.

An emergency news broadcast played, the host's face flushed with color, announced personally by a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"... September 21st of this year, the Immortal Sect has acquired its thirteenth minor realm, named Ganghan Minor Realm..."

"... Currently, many hostile forces still remain within the minor realm; related tourism and development applications have not yet been issued. According to previous conventions of minor realms, normalcy should be restored within thirty to seventy years..."

"... Inviting major companies and individuals to invest..."

"Gang, Han, Realm."

The passing guests repeated this word over and over in their minds, shocked, their gazes all turning sharply toward the two centenarians at the head table, filled with immense envy.

By the name of mortals, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with a Soul Transformation Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun!

After countless ten-thousand years, as long as the Immortal Sect remains, or even if the Immortal Sect is gone, their names will still circulate between realms, known to hundreds of millions of living beings.

What of the great sages and virtuous immortals since ancient times, the enlightened rulers of ages, the ministers and generals of dynasties? They were merely circulated within a single kingdom.

Compared to these two, they were lacking by an unknown amount.

"Good, very good!"

Lin Gang's eyes were bloodshot, tears flowing from his eye sockets.

"My life and my wife's life are merely over a hundred years; to the world, we are as insignificant as common dust."

He no longer concealed anything, revealing complex emotions like fear, terror, and attachment, nothing like the carefree demeanor he appeared to show on the surface.

Truly, impossible to fathom!

Merely over a hundred years, too brief, just the time a high-level cultivator spends in seclusion.

Where is this indifference to life and death?

"Dad..."

Lin Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong felt a sting in their noses.

"Nowadays, there are one or two who can be passed down to future generations, letting people of the future know that there once were two people like us in this world."

"It was not a life wasted."

"Truly not a life wasted!"

Lin Gang held his wife's hand, his eyes full of tenderness, truly possessing a hint of that carefree spirit.

"Jiang Ding!"

Someone cried out in surprise.

Everyone hurriedly looked up.

A youth in green robes descended from the sky, walking step by step to this spot, stirring the reverent and excited emotions of all present, as if seeing a figure walking out of a myth.

"This fellow..."

Zhang Dingjun, Guo Kui, and other teachers had also arrived.

They stared unblinkingly, finding it hard to believe this was a student they had once taught.

"Grandfather, Grandmother."

Jiang Ding said softly, "Some accidents occurred, delaying things a bit, but the result is ultimately satisfactory."

The surrounding crowd held their breath.

Within those few ordinary sentences, they seemed to see endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the roar of artillery, and countless bodies of cultivators and mortals cast away along with the blood.

"Too dangerous."

His grandmother patted his head, chiding, "Safety is most important; what does it matter if we two old folks leave a name behind?"

"Mm."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"Alright, I knew I couldn't dissuade you."

His grandmother smiled, looking carefully at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth before her, no different from when he was a child, his skin tender and smooth.

She couldn't help but feel playful.

She reached out, pinched both sides of his face, stretched them outward, and molded them into various shapes.

"Thinking that the commander of millions of troops, the Great Sun Sword Disciple whom many Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Brother Xuanwu Sky Palace fear, is having his cheeks pinched by me and cannot resist, feels so fulfilling."

She sighed.

"Haha!"

The surrounding people burst into laughter.

"Indeed!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes sparkled, an impulse to try rising within her, and she stepped forward a few paces.

She now appeared to be in her thirties or forties; standing before her own brother, acting like an elder aunt, such an action felt entirely natural, very fitting.

A gaze looked down.

Jiang Yuan's steps halted, feeling extremely guilty; she looked at the sky as if nothing had happened.

"Pinch mine too!"

Lin Lin Wanqiu completely ignored that gaze; after her grandmother finished, she stepped forward herself, pinching his face back and forth, touching his head, tapping his nose, only sighing contentedly after a long while.

"Is it really that easy to pinch?"

"This is the Great Sun Sword Disciple!"

Lin Gang and his sister-in-law were also greatly tempted; disregarding Jiang Ding's struggles, they pinched him thoroughly.

Some in the surrounding crowd were also tempted and wanted to step forward, but were pulled back by relatives, receiving stern warnings.

High-level cultivators are not beings that can be bullied.

This is an extremely dangerous act; if one triggers the instinctive counterattack of a high-level cultivator's magical shield, turning the body into a mist of blood is common.

No matter how strict the laws of the Immortal Sects are, they will not protect mortals who actively provoke high-level cultivators; dying in such a case is a death in vain.

After some playful banter, everyone took their seats, ate, chatted, and exchanged family news, diluting the slight melancholy atmosphere from just moments before.

"Ding Ding, do you have a girlfriend?"

The grandmother placed a slice of green radish into her grandson's bowl and asked.

"No."

"Then you must hurry up; you are not young anymore."

The grandmother spoke with deep feeling: "I won't talk about raising sons to care for parents in old age, but having children's companionship brings much joy, and life becomes much more wonderful."

"Grandmother, I am still very young; I am not in a hurry yet."

Jiang Ding emphasized.

A cultivator's apparent age changes dynamically; Foundation Establishment looks one way, Jin Dan looks another.

If judged by the lifespan of a Jin Dan, he is only eight or nine years old now, not yet grown, not yet matured, and far from the age for marriage and children.

"Mom."

Lin Lin Wanqiu chuckled: "People say he is sixteen this year; don't worry about it."

"Alright, I don't understand the matters of cultivators."

The grandmother said helplessly.

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about Jiang Yuan? Are you sixteen too?"

The grandmother asked again.

"Not at all."

Jiang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of food and rice, no longer avoiding this topic as before: "I plan to get married in two or three years; it is that boy you met before, a cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage like me."

"After marriage, we will also settle in Rongcheng."

Lin Lin Wanqiu secretly sent a photo to Jiang Ding's phone.

"This is him; the young man is quite good, a graduate of the Daoist Studies Department at Qianling University, a cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage."

Jiang Ding swept with his spiritual sense.

He was a very handsome young man, appearing thirty or forty years old, consistently following Jiang Yuan's preference for good looks.

Judging from the photo, the other party should be in his thirties or forties, twenty years younger than Jiang Yuan; at this age, for a Qi Refining cultivator, it is the appropriate age for marriage and childbearing.

"Mm, a good person."

Jiang Ding nodded, paying no further attention.

His sister is fifty-one this year; she should decide her own matters; the bitterness, sweetness, sourness, and spiciness of life must be experienced and chosen by herself; no matter how good an outsider's advice is, it is only advice.

Furthermore,

whether it is his sister's husband or her children, he will not get too close.

To avoid developing intense emotions and experiencing the pain of separation and death again after several decades or even a hundred years.

"That is good."

The grandmother showed a gratified expression: "Yuan Wang, Ding Ding, among the three of you, you are the youngest; I didn't expect you to marry first; Grandmother is going to hold a great-grandchild!"

Old Master Lin Gang was full of longing.

After the meal, everyone talked for a while, then dispersed to find their own old friends.

"Teacher Zhang Dingjun and the others are getting old too..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly in his heart, lifted a cup of tea, and walked to the table where the teachers were seated.

(End of this chapter)