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Chapter 997 The last relative in the world is about to leave

While Tushan's clone was busy in Beiyuan, Jiang Ding had already left the Dayi Lake, broke through the atmosphere, entered the planet, and arrived at his home in Rongcheng.

Jiang Ding walked through the middle of the community, and as usual, he was surrounded by many curious looks.

He paused slightly.

It happened again. It happened again.

It seemed like decades or even hundreds of years ago that he last returned home. At that time, he met a neighbor, a young couple.

But this time, no one was there, not even the old ones.

In this small community where I grew up since I was a baby, I looked around and there was no one I knew.

Even if we know each other now, we won’t be able to meet next time.

Jiang Ding lost the desire to say hello and get to know new neighbors.

He walked straight home, took out the key and opened the door.

This house had not been seen for decades, but it was covered with a thick layer of dust again. The Great Sun Destruction Sword Domain was unfolded, and it took some time to clean it up.

Jiang Ding carefully injected the Immortal Sword Intent into the surroundings, maintaining the existence of the television, tables and chairs, quilts, pots and pans, etc., allowing them to remain in the same appearance as they were more than four hundred years ago.

"almost……"

Jiang Ding swept his spiritual sense around, confirming that every place was attached with the Immortal Sword Intent, and nodded with satisfaction.

As long as he doesn't die and his home doesn't suffer from an external attack at the God Transformation level or a prolonged attack at the Nascent Soul level, these furniture will not be damaged and will remain in their current state until his mother and sister wake up after a long sleep.

At that time, many familiar people in the world disappeared and their lives ended, but at least home remained exactly the same.

Jiang Ding stayed at home for several days.

After waking up in the early morning, he locked the door again and went to Rongcheng Cemetery to pay homage to his grandparents, Zhang Dingjun, Teacher Guo Kui and others, sweep their graves and tell them about the interesting things that happened in Xianmen recently.

Finally, he came to Qianyang City and stopped in front of a misty cave in the city center, waiting silently.

After a while, accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, a middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal look walked over quickly, smiling as he walked, "Jiang Ding, what happened today that made me wait for you to come to my doghouse to see me?"

This person is Lin Yuanwang.

Hundreds of years have passed, and he has changed a lot. His temperament has become more mature, and he looks like a person who has truly attained enlightenment and is in the late Jindan realm.

"Your third-grade cave in the city center is not a doghouse."

Jiang Ding curled his lips and looked at the six young men who were following Lin Yuanwang nervously.

They looked to be in their twenties or thirties. The man was handsome and elegant, and the woman was youthful and beautiful. They inherited the same excellent looks from their grandparents and Lin Wanqiu.

Same as myself.

"Hello, ancestor!"

The six young men stammered.

Ancestor?
Jiang Ding's face fell.

But I couldn’t say anything and get angry at the little ones.

"Hahaha!"

Lin Yuanwang laughed heartily.

Jiang Ding glared at him, then smiled kindly and praised him, "Hello, you guys are already in the late stage of Qi training at such a young age. You are really good-looking, much better than we were back then."

"If grandpa and grandma knew about this, they would definitely laugh their heads off."

"You are too kind. We are far inferior to our ancestors."

A square-looking young man said ashamedly.

They knew that their grandparents were the grandparents of this ancestor, their great-great-ancestor. It sounded like it happened just a few days ago, but in fact it happened four or five hundred years ago.

At that time, their father's father's...father was not even born yet.

"I mean it."

Jiang Ding smiled.

This is indeed true. He and Lin Yuanwang did not practice very fast at the beginning. They came from poor families and could not compare to the young people of today.

"Jiang Ding, you should give a meeting gift."

Seeing that he didn't move, Lin Yuan urged him, "This is the first time an elder meets a younger person, so they have to give it. This is the general etiquette."

"Don't give too much, just give me something casual."

He knew that his cousin was not stingy, but had never experienced such a thing.

"what?"

Jiang Ding was stunned and felt a little strange.

Ever since he started practicing Taoism, he has always been a little guy, in front of True Lord Dinghai, True Lord Luling, Zhang Junsheng, as well as True Lord Mieri, True Lord Shenji and so on.

Otherwise, he was the ruler of Beiyuan or his enemy, and he had never given a greeting gift to others as an elder.

I didn’t expect that today would be an experience for me.

These young people are the young talents of the family. Unlike Jiang Ding, Lin Yuanwang is more attached to his bloodline and family. As he grows older, he is very keen on discovering and cultivating outstanding talents in the family.

Jiang Ding had no such preference.

He likes all the heroes of the immortal sect very much, and does not favor any one person because of blood relationship. Professor Jiang's clone is still teaching in the adult kendo department, just like Dinghai Zhenjun did in the past.

This work has been going on for hundreds of years, and is expected to continue for hundreds or thousands of years until the Xianmen sword cultivation system matures.

However, Jiang Ding naturally would not disappoint the interest of his last relative in the world.

"Greeting gift...wait a minute, I'll look for it,"

Jiang Ding flipped through his storage jade pendant and scanned it with his spiritual sense.

No.

Indeed no.

He stopped stockpiling things for Qi training and foundation building many years ago because it was almost impossible to use them.

but it does not matter.

The young man in blue in front of these young heroes is the ruler of the Tushan Courtyard in Beiyuan, the famous Tushan Tianjun in Beiyuan, and the master of the three major legions in Beiyuan.

Even if he didn't know the art of alchemy, he could still make holy elixirs for Qigong practitioners at will, as if it was an instinct.

The Nascent Soul Fire flashed between Jiang Ding's fingers.

Six golden pills were refined using some extremely rare first-level spiritual medicines.

"This is our first meeting, so I don't have anything to prepare. I'm giving these to you as a gift."

Jiang Dingwen smiled gently and said, "A first-grade top-grade Spiritual Boosting Pill can improve the aptitude of spiritual roots. It should be able to improve it to a level close to that of heavenly spiritual roots. I don't have many of them, so you guys are lucky."

This is the truth.

Even though it only takes first-grade spiritual medicine to refine the Spiritual Upgrading Pill, the spiritual medicine required is extremely precious and rare. Jiang Ding only found a few after searching his storage jade pendant.

You know, he is the one who often handles the production of natural treasures in the world.

It is conceivable how difficult it is to change one's spiritual roots after birth. Even a child of good fortune needs to go through many hardships and obstacles to achieve it.

However, for a cultivator who has reached the Divine Transformation stage, this is something that only requires a little attention and is not too difficult.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, ancestor!"

The six young men took the elixir with both hands, were ecstatic, and shouted loudly.

Some people seem to be in a dream, in a trance.

This is a miraculous elixir that can change one’s spiritual roots and qualifications!

Just like that, I got it easily.

"Nothing."

Jiang Ding waved his hand: "It just increases the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and saves some time. You still have to rely on your own efforts. Otherwise, if you slack off, the bottlenecks will still appear. Don't be careless."

"Thank you for your guidance, ancestor!"

The six young men expressed their gratitude again.

"You guys go have fun."

Lin Yuanwang said with a smile.

After sending the younger generation away, the two of them took a stroll along the river bank, chatting with each other for a while and talking about their past. The slight estrangement between them soon disappeared.

After all, the other person is the last living relative in this world.

"How is your Nascent Soul preparation going?"

Jiang Ding looked carefully at his cousin in front of him and asked softly.

Lin Yuanwang's soul and his body are already very old, and he should have more than a hundred years of life left.

This period of time is not long.

Today, Jiang Ding can easily spend decades or even hundreds of years in seclusion practicing or being busy with various things.

He was a little worried about when he would be free, and when he remembered, Lin Yuanwang was already dead.

"not too good."

Lin Yuanwang said calmly: "My aptitude and comprehension are not very good. It is all thanks to your support along the way. Every breakthrough is blessed with excessive resources."

"Now facing Yuanying, it should be impossible."

"Nascent Soul is a qualitative change, the sublimation of the soul and experience. The influence of external forces is becoming smaller."

“I think I might be at the end of my rope.”

"Over the years, I have been constantly discovering young people in our family and training them, hoping to leave some traces in the world, to make some of my blood relatives live better, and to pave the way for the little ones as much as possible."

“I am attached to my family.”

"Because it represents the blood of my parents, grandparents, my descendants, and my relatives."

"Their existence is the last trace of me in this world, representing that I have been here before, that there was once a person like me, such an ordinary person."

“This may make sense.”

(End of this chapter)