Chapter 812: Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's Final Lesson

"What, you still aren't convinced even after I say that?"

Zhang Zhang Junsheng glanced sideways at Jiang Ding.

It was clear his mood held a touch of melancholy, but more of it was longing and joy.

Given the current situation, he would definitely be ranked for a Soul Transformation opportunity; plus, with old friends like Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and others entering Chen Mian Mi Jing together, he wouldn't be lonely.

If everything went smoothly, closing his eyes in Chen Mian Mi Jing and opening them again, thousands of years would pass, and the Soul Transformation opportunity would arrive at his doorstep.

"No, absolutely not. In your presence, how could I possibly be unconvinced?"

Jiang Ding said modestly.

Many cultivators nearby looked over with curiosity.

Those in the late and mid stages of Jin Dan, as well as at the peak realm, were either Jiang Ding's peers or seniors; those below were all juniors.

Zhang Zhang Junsheng, Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and Luling Master Dinghai Zhenjun had taught at Qingfeng University for about four to five hundred years; the highest cultivation among their students was Jin Dan peak, and no Nascent Soul cultivators had appeared yet.

Calling them a thousand years of students was an exaggeration, used to summarize the three teachers' immense contributions.

Among them were many adorable juniors at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment realms, looking at the seniors with stars in their eyes, wearing expressions of fervent worship.

The rest were peers like An Siyan and Jin Jin Lingfeng, and seniors like Wu Wu Mengsha.

"As long as you know that!"

"Little Jiang Ding is nothing to mention."

Zhang Zhang Junsheng said with satisfaction: "Brothers are about to enter Chen Mian Mi Jing; we might not emerge for thousands of years. By then, if you break through to Hua Shen Qi, you must maintain this excellent, modest style. Best of all, carry me to victory without me doing anything."

"Understood?"

This was both a blessing and a beautiful longing.

Just thinking that upon waking, he might have a Hua Shen Qi student as his backing made his heart fill with boundless expectation.

As for Nascent Soul, obviously, he, who had deeply participated in the development of the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Technique, believed it was not a problem, merely a matter of at most a few hundred years.

"Understood, certainly."

Jiang Ding nodded with a smile.

Like Zhang Zhang Junsheng, he was confident they would meet again in the future, so he felt no sadness, treating it only as a brief parting.

"Working hard on cultivation is a good thing."

"But do not become eager for quick success or impatient because of it."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun instructed: "The path of the sword cultivator is already very steep compared to the steady path of the spell cultivator. You must have a steady heart, not lose yourself in the slaughter brought by sword intent, but master the sword intent."

"I have also seen the drawbacks of accumulated killing intent in the Great Sun Sword Pavilion; indeed, it is a problem at the foundation level that cannot be eliminated."

"But it is not necessarily unmasterable; slaughter can also be mastered."

"For example, calm, precise, and orderly slaughter."

"Chaos, ultimately, is not feasible."

Compared to Zhang Zhang Junsheng, who had been conducting emergency excavation research on the Great Sun Ruins, education was Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's old trade; he saw the crux of the student's path at a glance and offered possible solutions, purely the instinct of an old teacher.

"Calm, precise, orderly..."

Jiang Ding was stunned.

This short sentence brought him much thought; within his sea of consciousness, many inspirations were sparked, causing turmoil that slowly subsided.

Clearly, this was a possible direction, but it was too vague to become a path.

"Teacher, I understand."

Jiang Ding kept this sentence in his heart, accepting the lesson.

"You still need to practice your military formations more."

Luling Master Dinghai Zhenjun's instructions were much shorter and cool: "This is the foundation of our immortal sect, and also the important path for you to surpass past Great Sun Sword Pavilion Sword Sons like Chong Chong Guang Zi. You cannot neglect it. If your talent is average, we practice more; after Nascent Soul, time will be much more abundant, with many opportunities."

"Mm, student has remembered. In the future, while fully guaranteeing cultivation, I will allocate some time specifically to military formations."

Jiang Ding accepted the lesson sincerely.

Over the past forty years, with the help of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, Luling Master Dinghai Zhenjun's soul successfully merged with a spirit-substance supercomputer.

Now he appeared as a giant of steel and metal, with various circuits flashing on his body, full of power and a metallic mechanical feel; his injuries had also improved.

The three teachers' words of instruction, caring for every student here, made no distinction based on cultivation level or differences in talent.

They did their utmost to offer advice on the students' paths, escorting them on the final leg of their journey, to fulfill this bond between teacher and student.

Amidst the gentle words, many students' eyes unknowingly filled with tears.

For most, this was likely the last time they would see each other.

"After I leave, you will succeed me in the position of professor for emergency excavation of the Great Sun Ruins. Wu Wu Mengsha still needs some time to form her Nascent Soul, and even that is only a possibility, not one hundred percent certain."

Zhang Zhang Junsheng turned his face away to avoid being too sorrowful and losing control.

These many students were ones he had watched grow up since he was in his twenties; parting now was not easy to bear.

"Mentor, I have already tried very hard..."

Wu Wu Mengsha scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly.

Even at several hundred years old, she was like a little girl before Zhang Zhang Junsheng.

"Mm, Mentor."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly: "Then let us wait for the senior to form her Nascent Soul before she succeeds."

He had many matters: the Adult Sword Dao Department, the Northern Plains, sword Dao scientific research and development; he truly did not want to be distracted.

But the matter of emergency excavation of the Great Sun Ruins was very important; only a Nascent Soul level strength could make this specialty operate, as Jin Dan cultivators lacked the capability.

As they spoke, Luling Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun met each student one by one and finished their instructions.

"Students, that is all."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun smiled freely.

"We've already said our farewells to Senior Mie Ri and the others beforehand."

"Now, the three of us old fellows will take the first step, waiting in slumber as the years pass, waiting for the future."

"May the Immortal Dao watch over you all, may the Immortal Dao flourish forever, and may we meet again thousands of years from now to renew the bond between teacher and student, and drink to our hearts' content then."

"Farewell, teachers!"

Jiang Ding, An Siyan, Wu Wu Mengsha, Jin Jin Lingfeng, and others—tens of thousands of students bowed deeply: "We wish you, thousands of years from now, to attain the Dao and undergo Soul Transformation, extend your lifespan by ten thousand years, achieve longevity and eternal vision, remain forever youthful, and stand tall among the Immortal Sect's Canghai Tianjun!"

"May your Immortal Dao prosper!"

"I'll borrow your auspicious words."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun and the other two smiled and nodded: "We also wish you all to form your Nascent Soul as soon as possible, and may the Great Dao be within reach."

They took one last look at the tens of thousands of students.

The people most familiar and dearest to them in this world—watching them grow up from children, become adults, become the backbone of the Immortal Sect… at a time when their own parents and kin had long since passed away, these students were almost like family.

"Let's go."

"Goodbye, students."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's nose stung slightly. He turned and flew into the sky, toward the Immortal Sect's Chen Mian Mi Jing where the Shenmu Shenmu Futianrong's core lay.

Lu Ling Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Cheng Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun followed along as well, never looking back.

"Goodbye, teachers!"

Tens of thousands of students bowed once more, just as they had done countless times over the years at the end of every class.

(End of this chapter)

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