Chapter 815: Burying Zhang Laoshi Dingjun

"Tomb of Zhang Gong Dingjun."

"Zhang Gong, named Dingjun, a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, mother… father… born in year 【blank】 in Rongcheng City, Senior Qian Province of the Immortal Sect, admitted in year 【blank】 to the Daoist Studies Department of Qianling University, graduated twenty years later at the third layer of Qi Refining realm…"

"In year 【blank】, Zhang Gong took up a teaching post at Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School, during which his disciples spread across the world. He taught a great number of Foundation Establishment cultivators, three Jin Dan cultivators, and even taught the Great Sun Sword Child Jiang Ding, making tremendous contributions to the revival of the Immortal Sect. History will surely remember…"

Reading to here, Jiang Ding's gaze paused.

That sentence had a whiff of self-praise.

Still, he did not stop Hua Bing and Li Li Junhao from carving it on.

This was an affirmation of Zhang Laoshi Dingjun's historical merits, concerning the teacher's posthumous reputation and historical evaluation — it was not his place to be modest.

"In year 【blank】, Zhang Gong served in the Star Sky Corps of the Immortal Sect's Western Front Army. In the war to liberate the people of Di Ci Gao Jie and for the revival of the Immortal Sect, he was unfortunately sacrificed. He was recognized by the Immortal Sect as a Star Sky Martyr, remembered by later generations."

The tombstone was personally inscribed by Jin Dan cultivator Li Li Junhao, its material an ordinary piece of Qi Qi Qingshi, placed before Zhang Laoshi Dingjun's grave.

On either side of the grave were Zhang Laoshi Dingjun's father and mother.

Jiang Ding's gaze grew distant.

Vaguely, he seemed to return to more than two hundred years ago, seeing a young newlywed couple leading their young child, walking along the familiar streets of Rongcheng, laughing from time to time, as if nothing had changed at all.

The tombstone was completed, and earth was piled over the grave.

The four Jin Dan cultivators laid bunch after bunch of pure white fresh flowers before the tombstone, bowing deeply, mourning and bidding farewell to the teacher of their childhood.

"Does Zhang Laoshi… still have descendants?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"Yes, it seems to be Zhang Laoshi's great-grandson."

Li Li Junhao recalled for a moment: "A Qi Refining cultivator in his sixties or seventies, came of age after the Realm War ended, never took part in the tempering of war, and his talent is very ordinary."

"As for the other teachers — Teacher Guo Kui, the head class teacher, has many descendants, several hundred, close to a thousand. Zhang Laoshi Lan has no descendants. Teacher Li…"

He listed out these situations one by one.

It could be seen that over these years, he had always been keeping an eye on his hometown — only, being busy with cultivation, he had no leisure.

"Jiang Ding, Jiang Ding!"

"Our family also has a lot of descendants."

Lin Lin Yuanwang seemed to know what was about to happen and hurriedly added: "My descendants number several hundred, Jiang Yuan's descendants over two thousand. Sons and daughters bear grandsons, grandsons bear great-grandsons… in the blink of an eye, there are this many little ones."

To be honest, this cousin of his, by secular standards, was somewhat heartless.

Toward his sister, his family, and himself, as well as his teachers — those he had directly interacted with and formed bonds with — he was extremely good, good to a degree that made one feel ashamed and embarrassed.

But toward those he had not directly interacted with, those connected to him only by blood, he regarded them entirely as strangers.

Take Jiang Yuan's daughter Xiao Yun, for instance — to this day she had only received an appropriate amount of financial support, with no extra Core Formation opportunity granted. So she was still serving in the military, accumulating more preparation for Core Formation, and rarely had time for leave.

Xiao Yun's children, and the children of his long-dead twin brother Xiao Xiong, he had simply ignored outright.

Of course, these thoughts he only dared to harbor secretly.

If he really had to criticize, Lin Lin Yuanwang himself could not bring himself to open his mouth.

"Then those as well."

"Class Monitor Hua Bing, Li Li Junhao — since we're passing by today, count your descendants in as well."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment: "I will put up five billion low-grade spirit stones to establish a Martyrs' Orphans Foundation, to look after Zhang Laoshi Dingjun's descendants, the other teachers' descendants, and our own descendants. Limited to Qi Refining cultivators, we will grant them the opportunity for Foundation Establishment."

"Beyond these relational requirements, the recipient's ideological and moral conduct score at school must reach one hundred points or above."

"It is expected to be used up in eleven or twelve generations. Whenever it is used up, that is when it ends."

"What do you think?"

Jiang Ding asked.

These, basically, were the final provisions of care.

With the passage of time, many things would gradually fade and become unfamiliar.

After several dozen generations, people would basically no longer know who their ancestors were, and there would no longer be any feeling capable of sharing the ancestors' emotions — and so there would be no emotional continuation or inheritance. "Five billion low-grade spirit stones!"

Li Li Junhao and Hua Bing sucked in a breath of cold air.

In the past, they had only heard of how powerful the Great Sun Sword Child was, but had not truly felt it. Now, suddenly confronted with the terrifying crushing weight of his wealth, they estimated that the vast majority of Nascent Soul cultivators were not as rich as he was.

Fellow Jin Dan cultivators — a lifetime's savings probably could not even scrape the edge of his pocket money!

"This is too much…"

Hua Bing felt a little embarrassed.

"Rich tyrant!"

"Thank you very much!"

Li Li Junhao cut off Hua Bing's words, shot him a sideways glare, and said loudly.

What was there to be polite about?!

This was a heaven-sent great opportunity for their descendants!

If those descendants ever learned that their Laozu Sect had stood on ceremony before them in the face of such a tremendous opportunity, they would weep for ten days and ten nights, and die of grief at the bedside.

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding smiled faintly.

After that, the few of them paid respects to the teachers of various subjects one after another, then parted ways to visit their own relatives.

Every Jin Dan cultivator had experienced many eternal partings — there had never been an exception.

Jiang Ding and Lin Lin Yuanwang came to their maternal grandparents' grave, paid their respects, exchanged some family talk — how they were doing now, that everything at home was well — and reminisced about the various scenes of childhood, unable to help feeling a thousand emotions welling up.

"Grandfather, Grandmother — if they knew our family had produced two Jin Dan cultivators, they would surely be very happy, wouldn't they?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

"They surely would."

Lin Lin Yuanwang nodded with a smile.

Many years had passed; the former sorrow had vanished, settling instead in his heart as deep longing, and he could now face it normally.

"That's good."

Jiang Ding smiled and looked at Lin Lin Yuanwang: "How have you been these years?"

"Ah, just muddling along."

"I work over in Qianyang, bought a house, live in a Third-Rank Mid-Grade Cave Abode, occasionally date a girlfriend, visit my great-grandson and other little ones—life is quite comfortable."

Lin Lin Yuanwang waved his hand.

So full of the flavor of life.

Jiang Ding was slightly stunned.

By comparison, his own life seemed to consist of nothing but cultivation, research, and slaughter; it was not a complete life in the conventional sense.

'But that is only to be expected.'

'I am only sixteen years old.'

In the next moment, Jiang Ding understood.

"If you are well, I am at ease. Remember to tell me if you face any difficulties; do not bear them alone."

"Pay more attention to your cultivation."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, flew toward the sky, and bid farewell to this relative of his.

"Rest assured!"

"I certainly will."

Lin Lin Yuanwang laughed heartily.

With such a cousin around, only a fool would try to bear things alone; he was not some rebellious teenager of fifteen or sixteen.

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