Chapter 8: Color Jade

In his mind, countless muscle and tendon lines shifted and recombined.

Jiang Ding was practicing swordplay, the blade's light bright as a curved arc.

He practiced the "Juvenile Eagle Soaring Sword Art," the foundation of martial cultivation; with high comprehension, his progress was rapid, and his spine occasionally sent faint tingles.

Those with low talent or poor family backgrounds still had a chance to turn their fortunes around.

Others' "Juvenile Eagle Soaring Sword Art" is merely proficient; if you can reach minor mastery, major mastery, even perfection, you can catch up to—or surpass—those with superior talent.

The nine sword forms passed one by one, finally settling into the Sheathed Sword posture.

"Not bad."

Zhang Dingjun watched for a while, amused: "You're wasted in a cultivation sect—you'd make a legendary martial hero in any other world."

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"Mm."

Her chest was soaked in blood, her dress torn and ragged.

Like a statue, she remained utterly motionless for over ten minutes.

Gong Gong Caiyu's face instantly flushed red; she summoned the last trace of internal energy, grabbed a sharp rock with her left hand, and smashed it toward the man's head.

Calmly, Jiang Ding drew his sword and trained under the assistance of the Array Spirit's computer, silver blade-light flickering and dancing.

Jiang Ding cut off her self-pity and tossed her an oral version of Yunnan Yunnan Baiyao: "Try it. You're going to die anyway."

After two Moral Education classes, the training hall.

He needed resources to accelerate his cultivation, needed people to collect specimens—he could afford to take some risks.

After all, a cultivation sect is still a place for immortality cultivation.

"What kind of divine medicine is this?" Gong Gong Caiyu widened her eyes, never having heard of such a thing.

"Pervert!"

Light dimmed, then brightened; the view ahead was again endless green mountains, morning time, birds chirping.

"One duck leg, shredded pork with green peppers, and a bowl of the cafeteria's seaweed egg drop soup. I'll take the bus back myself."

She barely opened her eyes and saw a strange boy pressing repeatedly on her chest.

But upon closer inspection, her chest still rose and fell slightly, moving once every several seconds.

【Name: Jiang Ding】

Jiang Ding wasn't surprised; this guy's forty-kilometer run would now be strictly monitored by a teaching robot—unless he wanted to drop out, he had to obey the instructor's orders.

He grabbed her dress and lifted her effortlessly, setting her down on the ground.

Jiang Ding gripped his sword hilt and no longer hesitated.

Jiang Ding rose, pulled out a small shovel, and walked toward an unfamiliar little herb; he carefully dug away the soil, excavating every strand of root.

Jiang Ding glared at him, unlike other classmates who feared this instructor: "With my five-element talent, where else but a cultivation sect would give me even a sliver of chance?"

……

"You're joking."

But his actual combat sword skills were terrifying—he was almost embarrassed to admit his ability to seize opportunities was nearly matching his own, aided by Nascent Soul-level spiritual sense.

Gong Gong Caiyu felt a warm flow seep into her abdomen, spreading through her limbs and meridians; her numb channels and waist wound suddenly prickled slightly.

Li Li Junhao, face gloomy, handed Jiang Ding a campus card.

Gong Gong Caiyu suddenly vomited a pool of substances: aquatic weeds, half-cooked meat, and sticky goo oozing down her neck.

If it had no effect, then it was her fate.

This was in fact a tremendous opportunity—equivalent to the personal guidance of a Soul Transformation grandmaster's disciple's disciple's… disciple; otherwise, with the "Juvenile Eagle Soaring Sword Art" being so terrifyingly difficult—its cultivation effect rivaling creation—ninety-nine percent of youths worldwide could never even enter its door.

Eat, nap.

According to Jiang Ding's knowledge, no one in the class had yet brought their Gong Fa to minor mastery.

After eating with Jiang Yuan, Jiang Ding locked himself in his room, donned his gear, checked his medicine and drone battery levels, and picked up the panoramic helmet.

He touched his forehead—it felt icy cold; his belly was slightly swollen; his waist bore a horrific wound, almost exposing internal organs, blackish-purple, emitting a foul, rotting stench—clearly poisoned.

"Mm."

Compared to two days ago, the "Juvenile Eagle Soaring Sword Art" had surged 19%; at this rate, he'd break through minor mastery in at most two weeks, accelerating his bone-refining progress, making breakthrough to Internal Qi Realm no longer a fantasy.

To transform from mortal to immortal—even in a cultivation sect—was reserved for only the rarest, most exceptional prodigies; Jiang Ding, though not entirely mediocre, still…

Every citizen of the cultivation sect was a potential soldier; all had been trained in battlefield first aid.

"Your heart and pulse are extremely weak… your condition is dire." Jiang Ding released her hand: "Can your internal energy expel the poison and stop the bleeding?"

Gong Gong Caiyu cried out, made no resistance, turned her head away.

"Too conspicuous…"

Seeing she was about to speak, Jiang Ding waved to stop her.

"You still won't give up on the path to immortality? This road is too hard…" Zhang Dingjun sighed faintly.

"Is she dead?" Jiang Ding sighed inwardly; this world didn't seem very safe.

!.

Jiang Ding's gaze sharpened; he fixed on a corner of the image, clicked to zoom in.

Ding…

Unless it's a spiritual pill.

Jiang Ding regarded her coolly, saying nothing. "My Qixuan Sect has been passed down for a thousand years—I never imagined it would come to this…"

After bidding farewell to Li Li Junhao, Jiang Ding squeezed onto the return bus with his classmates.

In the drone's view, the terrifying scene of nearly a hundred people scouring the mountain no longer appeared; the forest had returned to its original calm.

Cultivating the Xiu Xiangong Fa with the assistance of the Array Spirit Computer naturally prevents such situations.

"Hmm?"

The so-called bottleneck is merely insufficient understanding, or problems with muscles, the spine, hidden injuries, etc., caused by inadequate training without one's own awareness, leading to being stuck at a certain realm.

"Keep going! Even if you miss the college entrance exam, some have still successfully cultivated immortality," Zhang Dingjun encouraged.

After digging for over three hours and seeing the woman sitting cross-legged on the ground had not yet awakened, Jiang Ding walked to the shallow water by the river and stood silently.

【Previous Training Subject: "Sixty-Eighth Set of Young Eagle Takeoff Sword Art" (Proficiency 51%)】

The woman is three or four kilometers from here; she may have held her breath underwater for a long time to evade the pursuit of those men in black.

It is indeed worth a try; Yunnan Yunnan Baiyao is a widely used medicinal agent that treats external injuries, detoxifies, and sterilizes, possessing various effects, but all are average, and the results are hard to predict.

For someone near death, every second is a lifeline; seeing her still babbling, Jiang Ding said nothing, pinched her cheek with one hand, opened a bottle of Yunnan Yunnan Baiyao oral liquid with the other, and poured it down her throat.

The reason they were ahead was twofold: first, their aptitude was better than Jiang Ding's, and second, they had various tonics and even spiritual pills to supplement them, so their cultivation progress was naturally different.

"Ah..."

Therefore, even though leaks of Gong Fa occur from time to time, other parts of the Cultivation World cannot replicate them.

"She's still alive!"

You must know, this is not some martial art of the Jianghu, but an Xiu Xiangong Fa, and it is even more difficult than most low-level Xiu Xiangong Fa techniques; practicing it with a mortal body raises the difficulty by a huge step.

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword; this fellow was being hunted to the brink of death, so such an extreme reaction was normal.

【Student ID: 1246215】

Clang! A snow-white long sword appeared at some unknown moment, bypassing her weak and powerless arm, reaching her throat, causing her movement to pause involuntarily.

"Wow!"

Jiang Ding shook his head, put away the medicine bottle printed with a trademark and instructions, and placed it in his pocket.

Gong Gong Caiyu came to her senses, dropped the stone in her hand, and stammered, "Thank you for saving me again."

He guessed that perhaps for this world, this was a brand-new antidote; the germs had no resistance, which was why the effect was exceptionally good.

Jiang Ding stared at the pale blue screen before him, revealing a hint of joy.

Gong Gong Caiyu looked at him gratefully, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes to restore her internal energy.

The sun gradually rose, sunlight shining on his face, sweat droplets reflecting the light.

"No... no strength..." Gong Gong Caiyu circulated a little internal energy, revealed a hint of despair in her eyes, and said calmly, "My meridians are severely damaged, my internal energy is nearly gone, and I have been poisoned by the Golden Blade Sect's Rotting Corpse Poison. I am going to die. Thank you, Young Master, for your life-saving grace."

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ding put her down and put on contact lenses.

He grabbed the hand she had lowered and sensed for a moment.

"Rest, heal wounds."

Jiang Ding hesitated no longer, cleared the foreign objects from her nose and mouth, found a few stones to prop under her belly, and pressed on her chest with medical first-aid techniques, repeating continuously.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your kindness," Gong Gong Caiyu said softly, "but unfortunately, the poison has entered my bones and blood; it is too late to turn things around... sob sob..."

One person alone cannot accomplish anything.

【Realm: Peak of Bone Refining Realm】

The "Young Eagle Takeoff Art" was passable, just so-so, about the same as his classmates.

"Two more vertebrae have been refined..." Jiang Ding looked again at the pale blue line figure below the panel.

After habitually collecting a dozen or so unknown plant specimens, Jiang Ding continued to explore outward.

He proceeded cautiously all the way, constantly watching for targets the drones might miss; fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.

Not long after, at twelve o'clock, the fourth dismissal bell rang; Zhang Dingjun left first, other students returned to school respectively, and those living nearby went home.

"Eat this."

A white dot appeared on the screen, rapidly expanding; a woman in a white dress lay unconscious by the river, her face deathly pale, having drifted from who knows where, blocked by the bushes by the riverbank, unable to drift further downstream.

"What do you need? Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Young Master, I'm sorry, I was just for a moment..."

He viewed this person as similar to an injured female classmate, having no messy thoughts whatsoever.

As expected, among the twenty-four vertebrae, five lumbar vertebrae, one sacrum, and one coccyx had been refined; only twelve thoracic vertebrae and seven cervical vertebrae remained to complete the entire Bone Refining Realm cultivation, naturally breaking through to internal energy.

After digging up one plant, he went to find the next one.

But Jiang Ding only had one on him, the Tianwang Life-Saving Pill his mother had bought with half a year's wages.

There is no such thing as a bottleneck.

Several minutes later,

Clang! Suddenly, a streak of sword light flashed, piercing straight through a carp the size of an arm; no matter how it struggled, it could not escape.

"The resources are so rich."

Jiang Ding sighed, flicked his sword lightly, sending the carp flying into the air; three more streaks of sword light flashed, scattering fish scales, gills, and entrails, and he casually scraped off a layer of black membrane with his hand.

He speared the carp with his sword, found a withered tree the size of a bowl, and dragged it back.

(End of Chapter)