A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Jiang Ding, it's been a long time."

Zhang Dingjun said hello.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang, Hello, Teacher Guo, Hello, Teacher Wang..."

Jiang Ding said hello to each of them.

Most of the teachers are at the peak of Qi training, around eighty years old, and have missed the best years of foundation building.

In addition, many people have experienced foundation building once, failed, and survived by relying on life-saving elixirs. From then on, they can teach and train students with peace of mind.

"How have you been, Mr. Zhang, these years?"

"good."

Zhang Dingjun smiled and said: "We turned eighty last year and retired one after another. Now we have a lot of free time. Well, I heard you were having a banquet here, so I came here to have a meal."

"This is about teachers thinking about their students."

Jiang Ding said a little embarrassed.

Chatting with the teachers, listening to their experiences over the years, what kind of talents Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School has trained, the Ministry of Education has given a lot of funds, and the salary is gradually increasing, recalling the high school years at that time, etc.

The banquet continued until the evening, and then slowly ended, and the guests dispersed.

Together with the hired staff, the family was busy cleaning the community and sending away neighbors and relatives and friends from afar.

As Jiang Ding thought, magnetic dotted lines appeared and spread all over the community. The dishes and chopsticks floated up spontaneously, expelling the remaining food. They were as smooth as new. The dishes were neatly stacked and the chopsticks flew into the frame.

The table was folded, and leftover food, cigarette butts, firecrackers, confetti, etc. were flying in the sky, and they were classified separately.

The work that required dozens or hundreds of people to clean for half a day was completed in a blink of an eye, and it was fast and good.

The neighborhood has returned to its clean and tidy appearance.

"This is the foundation-building monk..."

Jiang Yuan, Lin Yuanwang and others were stunned.

"Okay, that's it."

Jiang Ding said goodbye to the hotel manager who thanked him profusely. The family first saw off his grandparents and uncle's family before returning home.

Watched TV for a while as usual,

Jiang Ding returned to his room.

All the furnishings inside are the same as they were in high school forty years ago, and there is no change.

"I wonder what's going on in the Demon Kingdom?"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

But he didn't leave. There was a slight flash of spiritual light in his hand, and several jade boxes appeared. When he opened them, the red pills were still full of spirit, without any loss of efficacy due to decades of time.

Bang bang!

Chirp!

Beside the window, a little kingfisher appeared at the familiar door and knocked on the door.

"Little guy, are you still alive and have reached the peak of Qi training?"

Jiang Ding was surprised.

This kingfisher was actually the courier bird he saw decades ago. It helped him a lot in high school.

"Chirp!"

The kingfisher looked at the red pills eagerly.

Foundation Building Pill!

Moreover, it is a top-quality foundation-building elixir, and there is no inferior one at all.

"you want?"

"Yes, you have reached your age, and not every kingfisher can build a foundation."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment and understood.

"Well, I'll give you one too."

Several boxes closed.

"Remember to give these foundation-building pills to Zhang Dingjun, Guo Kui, Wang Lan and other teachers."

Jiang Ding warned: "It must be sent to them when they are alone, even if their family members and relatives are nearby. It cannot be sent alone."

"Understand?"

To this day, the best foundation-building pills are just something he can easily get. Liu Sanqi can give one to him. If high school teachers need them, giving him one or two top-quality foundation-building pills is naturally not a problem.

However, this kind of elixir is enough to drive a Qi Practitioner who is approaching the end of his lifespan to go crazy and ignore all laws and human relationships, so there is a certain danger.

Relatives may not be reliable among themselves.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The kingfisher circled excitedly and screamed happily. It even wanted to put its wings against its cheek, but was pushed away in disgust.

"go quickly."

Jiang Ding laughed and cursed.

Even if you have the best foundation-building pill, you may not be able to succeed. Even if you are over eighty years old, you will die even if you have protection.

As for personal use, it is better to maximize the use of resources and give it to a descendant with excellent qualifications.

It depends on the teachers' individual choices.

"Chirp!"

The kingfisher made a bow with its two small wings, put away all the foundation-building pills, and flew out happily.

The figure flashed and disappeared.

…

Demon Palace.

A young man in green clothes sat cross-legged, his eyes closed and opened again, and there was a slight emotional fluctuation deep in his eyes, which slowly disappeared.

The spiritual radar wave of divine consciousness swept across a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Fifteen years have passed,

Great changes have taken place in Tushan Demon City.

The former capital of the demon kingdom has long since disappeared, and was replaced by a large-scale city of cultivating immortals. There are caves everywhere, and the streets are full of shops with various spiritual pills, spiritual talismans, spiritual beasts, and magic weapons. It is very lively and prosperous, far beyond the Three Kingdoms. Any Xiuxianfang city.

There are very few mortals in the city, and there are more than 100,000 monks. The foundation-building monks pass by from time to time, which is not unusual.

From time to time, foundation-building immortal cultivators fly from far away, bringing ores, spiritual materials, elixirs and other items from their respective jurisdictions, and send them into the Tushan City treasure house.

"The annual income includes mines, spiritual fields, medicinal fields, spiritual trees, spiritual beasts and spiritual fish breeding, first- and second-level spiritual vein taxes from various places, and commercial taxes."

Jiang Ding counted his current sources of income on his fingers.

"After deducting the salaries of Li Qingyun, Wu Makong, Monk Fazheng, Gong Caiyu and other foundation-building monks, as well as the casual cultivators recruited one after another by Liu Hongtiao and others, the salaries of the law enforcement teams of various cities and towns, the salaries of the spiritual fields and medicinal fields in various places, etc. The wages of the plant husbands and handymen, the maintenance expenses of the various formations, and the investment I require to maintain the stability and prosperity of the mortal world."

"That's all. Other than that, there are no disciples to cultivate. I have an employment relationship with them, and I don't share it with any other golden elixir monk shareholders."

"Industries from all over the demon country,"

"Professionals from Xianmen develop different worlds to plan the industries of spiritual plants, spiritual fields, and spiritual lakes in various places, increase the work of a large number of spider-shaped mining puppets, and promote commercial trade..."

"After various measures, the output of various spiritual materials in the Demon Country is at least three times that of Yue and Chu, and the output of the mining industry is about ten times. Moreover, the Demon Country has not experienced the years of development like the two countries. The resources Rich."

"For various reasons, my annual income is..."

"More than 34 million low-grade spiritual stones!"

"so much!"

Jiang Ding calculated again and again and found nothing wrong. He was shocked.

He took a deep breath.

"In one year, I can get the net worth of a golden elixir monk!"

"I'm so rich!"

"I am a rich man!"

Of course, this is an exaggeration.

The treasures and spiritual stones carried by a golden elixir cultivator are worth 10 to 20 million, which does not mean that his net worth is only 10 to 20 million low-grade spiritual stones. It can only be regarded as cash flow.

In addition, first- and second-level spiritual mines and elixirs have almost no effect on golden elixir monks, and they will not take the initiative to stuff these low-level items into their storage bags.

If a Golden Core cultivator is interested in these low-level things, it is very easy to collect several times the nominal net worth.

"The rich man's residence is a bit shabby."

Jiang Ding looked around.

"This quasi-third-level Heavenly Sword Meteor Formation needs to be upgraded. It's too perfunctory. Why does it require a third-level high-quality formation to be worthy of my demon country's capital?"

"We are not short of money."

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