Chapter 387: My Sister Has Married

During the day, he accompanied his family, adjusting the bodies of the two elders.

At night, he cultivated in his room.

Time

passed in such a rush for a year.

Crackle-pop...

Firecrackers exploded in the Fulin Community, paper flowers scattered everywhere, green smoke filled the air, and lanterns and colorful decorations hung everywhere.

Double Happiness characters were pasted in every corner of the community.

Flowers were piled up everywhere; at some point, the slightly grown children were playing and making noise happily in various places.

A woman in a pure white wedding dress, covered by a pure white veil, placed her hand in the hand of a handsome man in a suit amidst the escort and blessings of her family, her eyes slightly red, occasionally turning her head to look toward the direction of her home, searching for something.

In the end, she found nothing.

Following the groom, she boarded the wedding car and gradually moved away.

By the window,

Jiang Ding watched silently, his eyes feeling a bit sore.

Although they lived so close and he could return at any time, a great deal of pain of parting arose in his heart out of nowhere.

Where is that lazy, money-loving, and study-averse little girl from back then?

From beginning to end,

with people coming and going, no one even glanced in his direction.

"Perhaps,"

"a cultivator's life is a life of constant farewells."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

His figure vanished.

Demon Palace.

Amidst the golden vines covering the mountains and fields, a youth in green robes sat cross-legged.

Beside him, Gong Gong Caiyu, Xia Zhi's first maid Xia Tu, Spring's first maid Chun Shi, Autumn's first maid Qiu Guo, and eleven other women sat in a circle, four of whom were at the Foundation Establishment realm.

Winter's first maid, Dong Dong Xue, was now taking over the guard duty at the Poison Flow Silver Mine.

On the outer perimeter, one hundred and twenty young girls with dazed expressions sat in a circle; the oldest were seventeen or eighteen, the youngest eleven or twelve, each listening intently without the slightest distraction.

"The Way of Arrays is derived from the ancient Eight Trigrams: Senior Qian is Heaven, Kun is Earth, Zhen is Thunder, Xun is Wind, Kan is Water, Li is Fire, Gen is Mountain, Dui is Marsh; the principles of Heaven, Earth, Yin, Yang, and all things are contained within..."

Jiang Ding spoke slowly, trying to impart the basic principles of arrays to the maids around him in simple and easy-to-understand words.

Among the many maids, Gong Gong Caiyu, Xia Tu, Chun Shi, and other Foundation Establishment cultivators could understand it very easily; it was merely a reorganization of what they had already mastered, leaving them with a strong sense of sudden enlightenment.

The other maids, especially the eleven and twelve-year-old girls, listened with a mix of understanding and confusion; having just learned to read within the maid corps due to their intelligence, they could only try their best to memorize.

Four hours passed in a flash.

"Arrays are the foundation of cultivation; everyone must be diligent and must not slack off."

After finishing his lecture, Jiang Ding answered the questions raised by the one hundred and thirty-two maids one by one.

Whether the questions were profound or merely small issues like not recognizing the characters on the jade slips, he answered them patiently, maintaining a gentle attitude as much as possible.

There was no condescending scolding or commanding; he tried to be as kind as possible, caring about their lives and education, as well as the complex emotional needs of their girlhood.

This was a clear requirement from the Jin Dan elder who formulated the education plan.

This was not difficult for him; his normal performance would suffice.

"Alright, everyone must be tired now; go back and rest first."

Jiang Ding instructed: "If there is anything you still do not understand, go ask the older sisters of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter; if you are bullied, you must tell me, do you understand?"

"Yes! Master!"

The eyes of the many young maids sparkled with little stars as they answered in unison with sweet voices.

"That is good."

Jiang Ding felt somewhat satisfied.

Looking at the simple appearance of this group of little ones, they should not yet be capable of deceiving superiors and hiding the truth from subordinates, which would be very helpful for him to control the real-time situation of this small group.

He turned his gaze to Chun Shi, Xia Tu, Qiu Guo, and other maids.

"Twelve each; you must take good care of the little ones, teach them cultivation knowledge, and the maid group with the top three academic results at the end of the year will receive a reward."

"Yes, Master!"

Xia Tu and the other maids' eyes lit up.

"Gong Caiyu."

Jiang Ding fixed his gaze on Gong Gong Caiyu: "Can you help manage the group of maids under Dong Dong Xue? Take care of them and teach them the cultivation knowledge on the jade slips."

"Rest assured, Young Master, I will definitely take good care of them."

Gong Gong Caiyu solemnly agreed.

"That is good; see everyone in seven days."

"Thank you, Master."

A large group of maids stood up, bowed, and said: "See you in seven days."

After the maids left, Jiang Ding flew into the sky, activated the formation of Master Tushan Xiancheng to block the view, and took out a large number of jade cauldrons, copper nails, array discs, and other items customized at the Immortal Gate, all covered in runes.

He drove them one by one into the original quasi-third-tier formation, the Sky Sword Falling Flow Array, to upgrade it.

As the core of the Wanli Tu Kingdom, the quasi-third-tier formation was somewhat unworthy of the occasion, especially with numerous Sanxiuhe Sect disciples and sect disciples gathering here to trade and commerce becoming increasingly prosperous.

Over this past year, he had accompanied his family during the day, cultivated at night, and spent the remaining time upgrading this formation and replacing its core array components; now it was nearing completion.

The last array disk was driven into the core of the third-rank spiritual vein, merging with it.

Hum!

The great formation of Master Tushan Xiancheng hummed slightly, its spiritual light flickered a bit, then fell silent once more.

"Rise!"

Jiang Ding formed the hand seal, slightly activating the formation.

In an instant, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth gathered; a massive crimson, scorching sword appeared in the sky, surrounded by flames, like a meteor about to fall, its power clearly reaching the upper-grade third-rank level.

With no target, the flame sword silently vanished.

"That's enough."

Jiang Ding descended to the ground, sat cross-legged, and his aura sank into stillness.

Hum!

A jade slip flew out from the storage jade pendant, its spiritual light flickering slightly.

"Robber cultivators..."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Moments later,

Monk Monk Fa Zheng's earth-yellow escape light rushed over hastily, his face deathly pale: "Junior Uncle, when the new Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, Chen Sansheng, led over twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators to encircle and annihilate the Red Robed Bandits, he unfortunately perished; only three barely managed to escape."

"This disciple is incompetent; please forgive me."

Monk Monk Fa Zheng's face was filled with utter bitterness.

Clearly, when Li Li Qingyun was here, nothing happened for fifteen consecutive years, everything handled perfectly; but now that it is my turn, incidents occur every few days.

Is it luck?

How could luck last so long?

The opponent must have dealt with things preemptively when they were just sprouting, before others even saw them.

"Red Robed Bandits?"

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

"They are a group of robber cultivators that recently rose up; they have killed and robbed many cultivators traveling to and from Master Tushan Xiancheng multiple times. They always vanish immediately after succeeding, their whereabouts unknown."

Monk Monk Fa Zheng said in a low voice.

"This disciple originally intended to handle it myself, or at least find their tracks before reporting to you..."

"I understand. You may withdraw."

Jiang Ding's expression remained calm; he said nothing more.

This makeshift team was already the best personnel he could find; making some mistakes was inevitable.

"Yes!"

Monk Monk Fa Zheng's heart instantly turned to ash; he clasped his hands and took his leave.

A gray-blue escape light flew through the air; before leaving the city, it glanced toward the location of the third-rank cave dwellings rented out by Master Tushan Xiancheng.

"I hope it is you."

"I now need the head of a Jin Dan cultivator to intimidate a few, to free myself from these chaotic matters; only then will I have time to handle other affairs."

(End of this chapter)