Chapter 804: Sixty Years Later—Is the Maid of Master Tushan Still Alive?

"Cheers!"

Same roadside food stall as always, spicy crayfish and grilled fish, the group clinked glasses.

Jiang Ding, An Siyan, and Jin Jin Lingfeng had fruit juice, as did Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Zhang Zhang Junsheng; Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun, Cang Hai Canghai Tianjun, and several slumbering Master Dinghai Zhenjun who clearly looked very old went straight for high-proof baijiu, downing it in one bold gulp.

Jiang Ding glug glug glug, draining a glass of juice in one go.

His divine sense swept the surroundings.

The Immortal Sect's economy was beginning to recover; the wartime economy had been lifted, and citizen-draft units from various directions were returning to the sect one after another.

Mortal cannon-fodder infantry, Qi Refinement tank drivers, Foundation Establishment cultivators, Jin Dan cultivators—all left the army and returned home, to their jobs… Every trade and industry in the Immortal Sect began to revive, much livelier now, no longer so desolate.

Scientific research, culture, entertainment—all reappeared within the Immortal Sect; no longer was everything in service of war.

As expected, all of this would develop rapidly from here on, reaching the peak of the past.

And then, effortlessly surpassing it.

Twenty-four Minor Thousand Worlds in total!

Detailed development plans had already been drawn up before the war; the resources and natural treasures of each Minor Thousand World complemented one another, greatly accelerating the Immortal Sect's construction speed.

Every industry in the Immortal Sect would accelerate its growth; the university Dao-cultivation departments would see expanded enrollment, and this would continue for at least several hundred years, only stopping once the number of cultivators in the Immortal Sect reached the planned target.

Students who in the past could not enter the Dao-cultivation departments could now do so.

Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment cultivators who in the past could not advance could now advance.

Jin Dan cultivators who in the past had been trapped, their lifespans exhausted—as long as they rendered meritorious service in the war, the opportunity to form a Nascent Soul could be obtained.

This was the dividend of war.

"Jiang Ding, this is Pingyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, this is Ni Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun, this is Shi Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun…"

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun introduced several slumbering Master Dinghai Zhenjun—who clearly looked extremely aged yet full of high spirits—to the younger generation.

An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng couldn't help glancing at Jiang Ding, snickering on the sly.

Jiang Ding was speechless.

Including Mie Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun himself, one after another they were Pingyang, Ni Ri, Shi Ri… as if they just couldn't let go of the Great Sun, was that it.

"Haha, don't take it to heart."

Mie Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun also realized this point and couldn't help laughing. "It's a hallmark of our era, just like Jianguo, Jianjun, Jianye—those names were the fashion back then, very imposing."

"Seems that's really how it was."

Pingyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others thought it over and nodded with smiles.

"Greetings, seniors."

Jiang Ding bowed with considerable respect to the several slumbering Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

These seniors had fought for the Immortal Sect three thousand years ago, laying the foundation for the sect's hegemony over its domain.

Now, having revived, without a moment's rest they had once more taken part in a war that concerned the Immortal Sect's very survival; heedless of their own wounds and deaths, they had fought bloodily and returned.

"No need for such courtesy."

Pingyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others raised their cups in return.

"My old buddies here are going to be awesome now."

"According to information from secret channels,"

Mie Ri Master Dinghai Zhenjun lowered his voice, putting on a mysterious air. "This time the Immortal Sect captured a great deal on the battlefield; they may release forty to fifty Soul Transformation opportunities all at once."

"If nothing unexpected happens, my several old brothers here should each get a share of a Soul Transformation opportunity—the Great Dao is within reach!"

"The Great Dao is within reach!"

He said, beaming with joy.

"The Great Dao,"

"The Immortal Sect has not wronged us."

Pingyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the others sighed as well; with the Great Dao before them, their eyes grew distant, sinking into a kind of reverie that took a long time to settle.

"Congratulations, seniors."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and Zhang Zhang Junsheng were envious.

As relatively younger Master Dinghai Zhenjun, their place in the queue for Soul Transformation opportunities was further back—not as good as these seniors who had taken part in the war to annihilate the Great Sun Sword Pavilion three thousand years ago.

Jiang Ding was also stirred.

The Immortal Sect's casualties this time were very heavy, including a large number of Soul Transformation cultivators; to this day he did not dare look into or ask about the specific losses, afraid his Dao heart would be shaken.

Many Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun seniors had been fearless in battle; for the Immortal Sect, for their own Refining Void Great Dao, they had given up lifespans of thousands, even close to ten thousand years—truly lamentable.

The Immortal Sect was very weak right now.

If this weakness continued, with insufficient Canghai Tianjun numbers, the Refining Void military formation might not even be maintainable, plunging the Immortal Sect once more into a life-and-death crisis.

Now, however, a glimmer of hope for relief could be seen.

"Senior Mie Ri…"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun gazed at Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun with eager, imploring eyes.

"Haha, I get it; I've also inquired into your affairs."

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun laughed heartily.

Don't be fooled by his street-loafer appearance—in truth he was practically the social butterfly of the Canghai Tianjun, with an extensive network and very well-informed.

"The Immortal Sect now possesses twenty-four Minor Thousand Worlds; of course, every place is still ruins right now, a hundred things waiting to be built, and there's no talk of any output yet—working overtime, it's expected to take at least fifty years to build them out."

Mie Ri Canghai Tianjun said in a mysterious tone.

"I learned from an old friend that once the various Minor Thousand Worlds are built out, and once the metallurgical industry, the elixir industry, the formation industry and other factories and technological upgrades are completed, the Immortal Sect's output of Soul Transformation opportunities will reach one every thirty-two and a half years."

"In other words,"

"Under the Immortal Sect's leadership, the twenty-four Minor Thousand Worlds will produce one Soul Transformation opportunity roughly every thirty-two years!"

"I did the math — all of you should be able to rank in within two thousand years."

"Really?"

"All of us can rank in?"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun said in ecstasy, "My thanks, Senior Mieri!"

"It must be true!"

Zhang Zhang Junsheng and Luling Master Dinghai Zhenjun both let out a huge sigh of relief, the boulder in their hearts dropping to the ground, on the verge of tears of joy.

With this, the great Dao truly had hope.

"Congratulations, Teacher."

Jiang Ding's heart filled with joy; he raised a glass of juice in a toast to them.

"Ha ha, same to you, same to you!"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun laughed heartily, took a sip of the juice, found it unsatisfying, and simply grabbed Mieri Canghai Tianjun's wine, didn't even pour it, just tipped it against the bottle mouth and gulped glug-glug-glug; before long the wine was gone.

"Don't!"

"Don't touch my wine — this is…"

Mieri Canghai Tianjun was greatly alarmed, just about to dissuade him.

Thud!

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's head lolled to one side, and he collapsed, sprawled on the ground.

Jiang Ding's divine sense paused; sweeping it briefly with sword intent and divine sense, he smiled faintly.

"What a waste of a heavenly treasure!"

"What a waste of a heavenly treasure!"

Mieri Canghai Tianjun grew anxious, slapped his thigh hard, and said heartbrokenly, "This is a three-thousand-year spiritual wine I personally brewed — the kind that wouldn't be traded for ten thousand gold pieces; if not for being so happy today, I wouldn't have brought it out no matter what."

"You little monkey, you downed the whole thing in one go!"

"Even if you had to drink it, what's the difference between your way and swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills in one gulp?"

"Is this stuff really that precious?"

Luling Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Zhang Zhang Junsheng, seeing this, grew curious; they took out cups, poured a little from the small half-bottle still left in front of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, tasted it, and instantly their faces flushed bright red, their bodies swaying, about to topple, staggering every which way.

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

He had not the slightest interest in wine, and continued drinking his own juice, thinking about some matters — about the road ahead, how he should proceed after the war.

He wondered, after more than sixty years, how was the Northern Plains?

Were the maids of Master Tushan still alive?

(End of chapter)

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