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Chapter 217 Countering the rebellion on behalf of the Immortal Sect
After class,
Jiang Ding and An Siyan carefully carried two flowerpots each out of the classroom.

There is a faint golden light in a flowerpot, and a dozen wheat seedlings.

There are only four wheat seedlings in a flowerpot with lights of water and fire.

This is the only wheat seedling left after they initially learned the spiritual wheat cultivation technique, and under the guidance of the teacher, hundreds of spiritual wheat seeds were destroyed by magic.

The next step is to transplant it into your own dormitory.

Jiang Ding's is full metal, and An Siyan's is water and fire, which is related to the practice of "Taiyin Taiyang Sutra".

"haha a!"

"Master Dao...well, Sister Dao, I'm done!"

"It's done!"

There was a sound of laughter like wind chimes in the distance, spreading for miles.

"Who?"

Jiang Ding's hand shook, wondering what to do with his sword. His consciousness and sword intention swept over him, showing a look that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

A ray of star-colored light flew up and down, sometimes up to the sky, sometimes hitting the ground, making a ping-pong sound, and rocks several meters in size were smashed from time to time, but it still did not affect her good mood.

"Jin Lingfeng successfully transferred to the Beidou Sutra of All Heavens."

The little fat man Ou Daocheng looked envious.

"Congratulations……"

Regardless of whether the others successfully converted to the practice or not, they all congratulated him in a very graceful manner.

"thanks, thanks!"

Jin Lingfeng's silver hair was flying, her tail was raised to the sky, she forced herself to look humble, and reservedly thanked the people around her.

She currently has the seventh level of Qi training, but she is about to reach the peak of breakthrough.

"Jiang Ding, my cultivation level has surpassed yours now." Jin Lingfeng raised his head high and said, "When I enter my junior year as an intern, the commander will still belong to me."

"practice?"

Jiang Ding was surprised and turned to look at the person next to him.

"At the end of their junior year, many Qingfeng University students will succeed in building foundations."

An Siyan said softly.

"Foundation building is already an important part of the Xianmen's combat power. The school will arrange real actual combat. It may be a small world with low intensity of competition, or it may be to clear out the rebellion in the small world of the Xianmen."

"This is the beginning of the real war for Xianmen students."

"The Immortal Sect is not an outsider sect. There is no talk of great fortune between life and death. Those who survive are geniuses. Although it is not stated explicitly, there must be invisible unmanned ships following them, so there will be no problem in terms of safety."

"But we must pay attention. This is the last time in our lives where we only have high-level care. The human resources of Xianmen are not that rich."

"If you don't study hard, you will lose your life on the battlefield in the future."

An Siyan said solemnly.

"understood."

Jiang Ding understood and congratulated Jin Lingfeng and gave her the Rongcheng noodles he brought back from his hometown.

……

months later.

Jinling Mountain.

The shadow of the sun lives between the shades of the blue-gold spiritual tree. The aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun condense in a radius of one kilometer, and the lava flows at the bottom of the tree.

A young man in green clothes sat cross-legged on the lava, his aura fluctuating for a while, and finally calmed down, converged again, and approached nothingness.

"Eighth layers of Qi practice."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and the light blue sword light flashed away.

There are no surprises, no bottlenecks, no pills are needed, and with the blessing of the second-level top-quality spiritual veins, I have been cultivating smoothly in the past year.

"It will take another three years to practice the ninth level of qi..."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt for a moment before making a judgment.

He stretched out his hand and an envelope with a hint of golden elixir pressure flew into his hand from a short distance away.

"...junior brother personally initiates..."

"...In the past 18 years, the sect's foundation-building elixirs have been cut off, and the foundation-building monks have been cut off. Seeing that the sect has no successors, thinking of my mentor who handed the sect into my hands 250 seven years ago, senior brother's heart feels like angina every day, and he feels ashamed. My gratitude to my mentor for nurturing me..."

"...If my junior brother has some free time, I wonder if I can go to the Nine Heavens Ruins?..."

"...There is no need to force it. Preserving yourself is the first priority. If you can take action when you can, it doesn't matter if you can't. If you encounter danger, I have set up a restriction to stop other disciples from following..."

"...If we really have no time to spare, Senior Brother will choose someone else to go." This was a letter sent from Tianlei Peak a few days ago.

In terms of words, there is no coercion. They are all sincere words. It doesn’t matter whether you go or not.

"I will obey my senior brother's orders."

Jiang Ding used his sword energy to leave a few spiritual words in the blank space at the bottom of the envelope, input his magic power, and let them turn into a very fast escaping light and disappear into the horizon.

After doing these things,
With a flash of consciousness, he took a storage bag not far away and turned it upside down. Pieces of loose second-level spiritual soil were poured out of the bag and flew to various places within a kilometer, connecting with another storage bag. The agricultural spiritual water in it is blended together.

These were all prepared by Liu Sanqi.

More than ten minutes later, spiritual soil was spread all over the top of Jinling Mountain, and a good place for immortals to retreat instantly turned into a farmland for old farmers.

"good."

Jiang Ding was very satisfied.

He also communicated with Jinling Mountain's second-level top-notch formation, the Golden Light and Silver Knife Formation, adjusted the distribution of spiritual energy in the mountain, and moved tiny spiritual energy nodes from elsewhere. They are all located under the spiritual soil blocks for efficient use.

As early as a year ago, he was already a second-level formation mage, otherwise he would not be able to switch to the "Ten Thousand Transformations Magnetic Yuan Jing".

In recent years, while practicing, he has also made certain improvements to Jinling Mountain's mountain-protecting formation and the second-order concealment formation.

While the effect is improved a little, it ensures that the formation is in your own hands no matter what, and there is no secret door that can be controlled by others.

"Lingmai Yunling Technique!"

Jiang Ding pinched the magic weapon, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuated slightly. A golden light rich in metallic life spiritual power appeared in the air, gradually sank, and merged into a seed ball weighing several kilograms.

After five or six minutes, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered more and more, and strands of golden light enveloped each individual seed.

"go with!"

Jiang Ding pointed his finger, and the golden spiritual wheat seeds covered with golden light turned into thousands of threads and flew in all directions, falling into the spiritual soil blocks everywhere.

"Jin·Xiaolingyu Technique!"

Jiang Ding did not stop, and continued to use the magic weapon, and his consciousness gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Gradually, a white cloud appeared in the sky, dots of golden light, and raindrops rich in gentle metallic spiritual power began to fall. The top of Jinling Mountain, which had not changed for many years, became wet.

The white clouds dispersed.

"It's done."

Jiang Ding showed a look of expectation: "In a month at most, you can see the mountains full of wheat seedlings. After a year, you can harvest spiritual wheat, and your cultivation speed can be improved a little."

"Well, I can also give it to my mother, sister, grandparents, and uncles to try. Jinlingmai's spiritual power is mild, and even mortals can prolong their lives by taking a small amount."

……

"Junior brother still loves the sect."

"As expected of a swordsman, he is just neat and tidy!"

On Tianlei Peak,

The old cultivator with white eyebrows was excited and looked moved.

After a little hesitation, he summoned Li Qingyun who was practicing on the mountainside.

"Meet Master!"

Li Qingyun said respectfully.

"Disciple, have you ever heard of the Nine Heavens Ruins and the Inheritance Ladder?"

The white-browed old cultivator asked.

"Master, I have never heard of the inheritance ladder."

Li Qingyun said doubtfully.

"This is the only level that exists in the sect... the Nascent Soul level." The white-browed old cultivator sighed: "The ancestor has only taken two steps forward before. Among all the sect disciples in the past, the strongest one is you. A monk with Tianlinggen, three steps."

"But still can't get the Nascent Soul inheritance."

"Only relying on the current inheritance in the sect, the golden elixir can be used, but it is still somewhat insufficient in the face of the aggressive people of the Blood Slaughter Hall... But there are many dangers in the Nine Heavens Ruins. If you don't make a mistake, you will die."

"But if you miss this time, next time..."

"Junior brother can't be driven at will. Once is already rare. In the future, when he builds the foundation, he will have no chance at all."

"Master can't make up his mind."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows asked: "What do you think, disciple?"

"Master, disciple is willing to go!"

Li Qingyun's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)