Chapter 398: Wishing My Grandson Immortality and Undying Life

Under the night sky,

The wind howled in the heavens, and the lights of ten thousand homes passed beneath their feet.

"An Siyan, you..."

Jiang Ding asked softly, "How are your grandparents' health?"

As for Jin Jin Lingfeng, daughter of Master Dinghai Zhenjun Yue Ling, she had no such worries.

"They passed away before I was even born."

An Siyan shook his head: "My parents were both Foundation Establishment cultivators. Only after confirming their path to Jin Dan was hopeless did they choose to have me, so I have no memory of my grandparents."

This is actually the common state for cultivators.

Only when their path hits a bottleneck and they can no longer breakthrough do they leave behind descendants, as a contingency plan.

"However, I think the problem you face, I will encounter sooner or later."

An Siyan sighed: "My parents are both one hundred and ninety years old. That day is not far off, I imagine. This is the fate of all cultivators; one can only slowly get used to it, with no other way."

Jin Jin Lingfeng was stunned, falling into thought.

Then she shook her head.

If she cannot breakthrough to Nascent Soul, only her mother will see her off; she will not have the chance to see her mother off.

"The fate of cultivators..."

Jiang Ding murmured, saying nothing more.

The three flew through the sky. In a short while, they arrived at the hotel where the two were staying. After seeing them back, Jiang Ding turned and left.

"Um, Jiang Ding."

Jin Jin Lingfeng suddenly spoke up: "Can I stay in Rongcheng for five years? Something suddenly came up."

She looked at the person before her with expectation.

"Me too."

"I also have matters to attend to and want to stay in Rongcheng for five years!"

An Siyan quickly raised his hand, drawing a very dissatisfied look from Jin Jin Lingfeng.

"Where you want to go is none of my business."

Jiang Ding was at a loss between laughter and tears: "But still, don't do it. Studies come first. Five years is neither long nor short. Seemingly small, yet perhaps in the future, it will be these short five years that make the difference, leading to lifelong regret."

"You agreed?"

"Great!"

Jin Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan exchanged a glance, as if they heard nothing, and immediately made their decision: "We two have decided to cultivate here for five years. Do you welcome us?"

"Let's be clear first: even if you don't welcome us, it won't change the result."

"..."

Jiang Ding was speechless.

"Welcome."

He sighed.

"Yay!"

An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng smiled and made a gesture of success.

Demon Palace.

"The Dao of the Sword is achieved through focus, achieved through unity..."

Beneath the molten-gold vines covering the mountains, Jiang Ding spoke slowly.

Surrounding him were two rings of over one hundred and forty maids. Among them, the inner ring had gained two more Foundation Establishment cultivators, promoted to Xia Zhi's Second Maid and Chun Zhi's Second Maid.

In the outer ring, late-stage Qi Refining cultivators were gradually increasing in number.

Most eye-catching was the area where the Chun Zhi maids were located, the candidate maid for the Heaven Wood Spirit Root, Chun Chun Jian.

In just five short years, she is now a third-layer Qi Refining cultivator. The aura of a lower-grade Gong Fa from the "Heavenly Light Shining Sun Sword Classic" surrounds her. At seventeen or eighteen years old, she has grown into a graceful young woman.

Over these five years, her Dao Heart course scores have hovered between seventy and eighty, neither good nor bad.

The many maids listened carefully. The more they learned, the more they understood how great an opportunity this was.

Without exaggeration, even direct disciples of the Xiang Qiyu Sect might not be as strong as them in the teachings of the Immortal Dao and Gong Fa, and this requires no merit points, only sufficient personal effort and good study results.

Merit points only determine one's status and the resources obtained.

Over the past five years,

the number of maids cultivating grade-level Gong Fa has reached seventeen.

For classic-level Gong Fa, no one has been able to master them yet.

Three hours later.

"That is all for today."

Jiang Ding said softly.

His divine sense swept over the maids again.

It is estimated that in another fifty or sixty years, most of the maids and candidate maids will become Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Of course, whether those people are still the same ones now is uncertain. Every year, the Tu Kingdom has young girls from all regions pass the assessment and enter Tushan Xiancheng. The competitive pressure is extremely high.

Once one loses the last position, one can only transfer to serve in other institutions.

This applies to candidate maids.

As for maids, once appointed, as long as they do not commit major errors, they retain the qualification of being a maid for life. Even if their abilities are insufficient, their original treatment is retained, and they are assigned to other posts; they will never be eliminated.

"Young Master, we take our leave!"

A large crowd of women rose, bent their knees in a bow, and departed one by one; only after they had moved far apart did the sound of chirping chatter emerge.

Moments later, a Monk wearing a kasaya robe walked in.

"Junior Uncle."

Monk Monk Fa Zheng said respectfully, "Seven years from now, the Lingbao Merchant Association plans to hold an auction once every fifty years, inviting cultivators from all regions and Jin Dan cultivators. They have hinted that several magical treasures and third-grade pills will serve as the finale."

"The arrival of numerous Jin Dan cultivators may disrupt the security of Master Tushan Xiancheng."

"For this reason, besides dispatching a Jin Dan from the Lin family to oversee matters, they are willing to set aside twenty percent of the profits as compensation for Master Tushan Xiancheng. Should we permit this?"

"Permit it."

Promoting the prosperity of Master Tushan Xiancheng and increasing tax revenue is a policy established long ago and will not change.

Five years passed,

slowly flowing by.

At home, by the bedside, a large circle of people gathered, their eyes red and swollen, with occasional soft sobbing sounds.

A sorrowful and heavy atmosphere filled the room.

Even the two ten-year-old children involuntarily put down their soccer balls, at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"Ding Ding, am I... am I going to die?"

Elder Lin Gang struggled to move his lips, the words he spoke smaller than those of a mosquito or fly.

Over the past year, his body had grown weak at a speed visible to the naked eye; no matter how delicious the food, he could barely eat, surviving only on nutrient infusions.

Beneath his dark brown skin, every bone was clearly visible, and his weight was lighter than that of a child.

By the other bedside, the grandmother was in a similar state; their ages were alike, and both had reached the brink where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dying.

"Grandfather, you will be well..."

Jiang Ding lowered his head and remained silent.

When he was young, his mother was busy with work, and it was his grandfather and grandmother who raised him, guiding his growth from his first babbling words.

One by one, events from his childhood appeared before his eyes, passing through his heart again and again; he did not know when his eyes had become moist.

"Grandson, do not grieve."

"It is merely birth, aging, sickness, and death."

Lin Gang's lips moved with extreme subtlety, almost imperceptible, as if striving to force a smile: "I wish for my Jiang Ding Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun to attain immortality in the future and achieve the Dao to become an immortal."

"Grandfather, I am leaving first."

"In the future, be safe and sound..."

His eyelids trembled once, slowly closed, and never opened again.

On the other side, the grandmother felt a weight lift from her heart.

With a lingering gaze, she looked once more at the children and family around her, then her eyes slowly closed.

The final wisp of faint life dissipated.

"Father! Mother!"

Lin Lin Wanqiu and Lin Yong wailed in tears, unable to hold back any longer, their tears gushing like a spring.

We will talk tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)