A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jinling Mountain,

It’s another three spring and autumn cycles, and the top of the mountain is golden.

"It always feels like time is becoming less and less valuable."

"I vaguely remember that it was many years ago. Three years is a long time. It can bring a lot of memories and go through a lot of things."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

call out!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out and crisscrossed among the golden wheat waves on the top of the mountain. After a while, it returned, and the pieces of wheat straw fell down and collapsed into powder.

The light blue magnetic field auxiliary dotted line that unfolded from Tao Dao's "Wanhua Magnetic Yuan Sutra" flashed, and little grains of wheat were suspended, gathered into a stream, and poured into the storage jade pendant.

Only one-tenth of the remaining plants were left with strong vitality and aura, and the potential to advance to the second-level Golden Spirit Wheat.

There is no need to sow seeds anymore. The spiritual energy and growth space required by the second-order spiritual wheat are several times more than that of the first-order golden spiritual wheat. This selection is just right.

After dealing with these, Jiang Ding turned his attention to a pile of storage bags on the ground and took them in.

As expected, there are very few specimens, and the value of each one is getting higher and higher. In terms of quantity, the three years combined are not as good as the harvest in the previous half month.

But it’s always good to add some animal and plant data to the Fairy Gate Library.

Over the years, the creation of many elixirs and synthetic materials was related to the specimens he collected, and he earned tens of thousands of spiritual stones from patent fees.

The key is that this is an endless stream, and it will last for more than seven hundred years, three times the life span of the foundation-building monks.

Finally, there are more than a dozen jade slips, which come from Liu Sanqi's sect information, Han Lin and Gong Caiyu's harvest and encounters in collecting specimens, and some cultivation questions.

"Two years ago, there was a battle between the sect's golden elixir and the Blood Slaughter Palace's golden elixir?"

Jiang Ding focused on a piece of information and thought for a moment.

As a result, the Seven Feather Sect Golden Pill was naturally defeated, and the Fire Vein Golden Pill ancestor Zhou Yan was seriously injured. If the sect's most precious treasure, the Seven Elements Stele, hadn't been so mysterious and mysterious, another Golden Pill might have been damaged.

The current situation is not good. The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall are attacking the city and constantly encroaching on the spiritual mines and veins of the Seven Feather Sect. The sphere of influence is constantly shrinking, and a lot of damage is done to the foundation building Qi training disciples.

Golden elixir did not join the foundation building and Qi training battlefield.

The Golden Pill of the Blood Slaughter Hall can defeat the Golden Pill of the Seven Feathers Sect, but relying on the sect's treasure, there is currently no certainty of killing it. We don't want to spread the battle to a lose-lose situation where the Golden Pill of both sides will kill the middle and low-level monks.

Generally speaking, in a war like this in the world of immortality, if there is no absolute certainty in destroying the enemy's golden elixir, one can only grind it out bit by bit to force one party to give up the sect and leave, so as not to perish together.

Thanks to the sudden loss of dozens of foundation-building monks in the Blood Slaughter Hall a few years ago, although the situation in the foundation-building battle is unfavorable, they can still persist.

"It's very troublesome."

Jiang Ding frowned.

From a personal selfish point of view, he is willing to contribute to the Seven Feathers Sect as long as his own safety is guaranteed. However, deducting the spell-breaking immortal gold and the super aerospace fighter, he can only deal with the middle-stage Jindan monks at best.

These two things must be silenced if exposed.

Otherwise, even if they work desperately for the Seven Feathers Sect, once it is leaked, the Seven Feathers Sect monks may still turn from allies to enemies under external pressure.

"Let it go."

Jiang Ding's expression was calm.

He did get something from the Seven Feathers Sect, which provided a lot of help in the early stages of growth. The most valuable ones were the right to use a second-level top-grade spiritual vein and the opportunity to enter the Nine Heavens Ruins.

The latter, in particular, gave his mother the chance to live beyond the human lifespan of one hundred and twenty years.

He kept these in mind, plus the increase in interest from the weak period to the present.

"The Nine Heavens Ruins killed the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall and harvested a large amount of the main materials for the Foundation Establishment Pill. This can be regarded as a fifth return."

Jiang Ding said to himself: "When the time is right, go and kill the Hundred Ghost Ancestor in the middle stage of the Golden Core. This will count as four out of five."

"In this way, I can say it with a clear conscience."

As for what others think,

I don’t really care.

"Besides, Liu Sanqi is ninety years old this year? So fast."

Jiang Ding sighed and put down the jade slip.

This person has been busy with things on and off the mountain since he came to Jinling Mountain eighteen years ago. Now, the time has finally come when his fate has ended.

Divine consciousness touched the jade pendant, and a message was passed.

A moment later, a slightly excited escaping light hurriedly flew from a distance, a thousand meters away, landed respectfully, and walked over step by step.

With graying hair and wrinkles, in the second half of life, the mana and consciousness of those who practice Qi cultivation can no longer prevent the onset of aging.

"Little Liu Sanqi, let me pay homage to my great uncle!"

Liu Sanqi said respectfully, inevitably feeling a little dazed.

This scene is just like the first time they met eighteen years ago. There is no difference at all. The young man in green clothes in front of him is the same as he was many years ago. Time and years have not left any traces on him.

The only one who changes is yourself.

"Uncle Master, I am very old, my hands and feet are inflexible, and my mind is often drowsy. I can no longer serve you. I have come here to beg for your return, to return to my hometown to worship my ancestors, to visit my parents' graves, and to teach my grandchildren."

Liu Sanqi calmed down and bowed.

He wanted to kneel down, but was stopped by a force.

"It's not peaceful outside. Is it safe for you to go outside?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"My hometown is among the common people of the Yue Kingdom. It is difficult for the turmoil in the world of immortality to be affected. Even if there is, it will only be a monk in the Qi training period and can barely cope with it."

Liu Sanqi looked moved.

This person is indeed a benevolent master, and he tries his best to consider the people below him at all times. Unfortunately, he was already over seventy years old when he met him, and it was difficult to advance further in his cultivation.

There was some regret in his heart.

"Thank you very much for your hard work for me these past years. You have never made any mistakes. It has been like this for eighteen years and six thousand days and months. It is not easy." Jiang Ding sighed.

"Do you have any wishes?"

"This is a small duty, little uncle, don't worry about it."

Liu Sanqi perked up and said cautiously: "I have a son who is at the ninth level of qi training. He is over sixty years old. I want to find a future for him. I wonder if you can let him join the ranks of true disciples. On behalf of Jin Lingshan will participate in the competition for the Foundation Establishment Pill two years from now?"

"The little one only has this wish. No matter whether this child lives or dies in the end, it is his wish."

"Hold on."

Jiang Ding nodded.

He took out a talisman, input his own magic power, and let it turn into a stream of blue smoke and fly towards the sect leader's hall.

Tens of minutes later.

A talisman flew from the sky, carrying a gleaming jade box on it.

"This is……"

Liu Sanqi was carried away by a wave of ecstasy, her mouth was trembling and her words were incoherent.

"Foundation Pill."

Jiang Ding opened it casually, and a red elixir bloomed with rich and pure medicinal power. His spiritual consciousness scanned it: "The middle-grade foundation-building elixir can increase the probability of foundation-building by 20%. I wish your son a long and prosperous path to immortality. We can meet again in the future.”

The jade box closed and flew to Liu Sanqi.

"Thank you, little master uncle!"

Liu Sanqi's eyes were red, and he knelt down to worship. He couldn't help but shed tears, flowing between his wrinkles: "I am just doing something trivial. You are too polite. I am not a human being. I have reported to my ancestor many times." Your tracks in the mountains.”

"I'm not human!"

He kept slapping himself, feeling extremely regretful and upset.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter. Senior brother just cares about my cultivation and life."

Jiang Ding waved his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and fell into practice.

Liu Sanqi bowed again, put away the jade box, did not dare to disturb him in the slightest, stepped back, bowed again a thousand meters away, and left.