Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 508 - 493: A Selfish Man Obsessed with the Great Dao

After repeatedly thanking everyone, Han Lin swiftly left Tushan Immortal City.

One could see that his years of experience had made him much more vigilant; he would never linger in a place where he could not control his life, even if theoretically it could be trusted.

Jiang Ding's figure also slowly disappeared from view.

...

At home, he cooked, cleaned, and cultivated every day.

From time to time, he would visit his elementary and high schools to reminisce about the past, feeling a complex mixture of emotions.

The scenery, still the same.

The students playing and laughing in the school, the teachers strictly instructing, the bald headmaster occasionally patrolling the classrooms, the leaves blown down onto the road by the wind...

All as they were before.

Everything the same, as if time had never passed by.

Unfortunately, none of the people in the scenery were recognizable anymore.

A few days later, seeing that his mother and sister were not at home, Jiang Ding left a note and flew into the sky, disappearing from sight.

This was a common occurrence.

Coming home was like stopping by for a quick visit; he could reach his destination in minutes, so formal welcomes and farewells could not be expected each time, as everyone had grown accustomed to this.

His figure landed at the cemetery entrance, where he queued to enter.

He found the tombstones of his grandparents and consoled them, saying that their family now had a Golden Pill Monk, that everyone was healthy, and everything was fine.

If there really were an underworld and reincarnation in this world, perhaps the news could make the elderly couple happy.

Likewise, he found his uncle's gravestone and paid his respects to his high school teachers.

After all was done.

Jiang Ding flew into the sky, about to leave, when he hesitated, lost in some very distant memories.

Very distant, so distant.

One would need to search meticulously at the very bottom, in the deepest part of the Divine Soul, to find some things that had almost been forgotten.

These were warm, fulfilling images that had been there from birth, only to disappear suddenly, turning into something else.

A moment later,

he suddenly accelerated, vanishing into the direction of Xiandu.

...

With a full head of white hair and deep wrinkles on her face yet with still rosy and healthy-looking skin, Lin Wanqiu was clearly not what one would call aged. At over one hundred and fifty years old, she was at most middle-aged among Foundation-building cultivators.

Her hand rested on a tombstone as she sank into a long silence, lost in memories.

On the tombstone, there was a photo of a young man, handsome and robust, the kind to attract the glances of many passersby.

Beneath the picture, there were a few lines of text.

Tomb of Jiang Chaoyang!

"How many years has it been since you died?"

"Thirty years, forty years?"

Lin Wanqiu was not filled with sadness or nostalgia, but rather a sense of utter boredom that brought her here whenever she remembered her youth.

"It should be more than forty years."

"Without a Foundation-building cultivator's care to maintain the body and constant vigilance, it is very hard for ordinary people to reach the limit of one hundred and twenty years. A chill breeze, a cold, bacterial infection, any accident can be fatal."

"Your highly hoped-for child, whom you named after near-immortals, did not succeed in building his foundation and also passed away several years ago."

She chuckled.

"It's quite ordinary, really. The graduation rate of success in foundation-building from the Daoism Department of Qianling University is around fifty percent, and his luck and talent weren't outstanding."

"Not everyone is like my Dingding!"

Lin Wanqiu spoke with pride.

"Foundation-building is as trivial as a cloud, Golden Pill is a breeze, Nascent Soul... Nascent Soul... well, such words shouldn't be spoken, it feels a bit inauspicious."

"Anyway, my son Jiang Ding has the talents of a Great Expert!"

"To think, when you were in high school and university, you were quite a decent person. How did you end up like this after you matured?"

Lin Wanqiu sighed, "Is it the feeling that time is slipping away that leaves you restless, or was it the temptation from Chu Hong, the Late-stage Qi Practicing cultivator? It should be, you were never content, so you just went with the flow."

"That's just how it is for those of us who are good-looking, life's journey is always full of temptations."

She sighed.

"Looking back now, I have to say that the firmness of your Dao Heart is like none I've ever seen. For a sliver of hope in reaching Foundation Building, you abandoned everything—family, future, love."

"I heard the neighborhood gossip from before saying that in the days before you died, you were still struggling to stand up, practicing 'Eagle Taking Off Technique' shakily, hoping for a miracle to suddenly break through."

"It's admirable."

Lin Wanqiu had to admit.

"It's just a pity that your innate talent and comprehension were just so-so."

"Truly a pitiable person."

"If you hadn't been causing such a commotion, maybe by the time my son came into his own, you could be at the Latter Stage of Foundation Building about to reach the peak."

"You might even have had a shot at the Golden Pill, surely surpassing my current situation. With resources from higher planes, even dreaming of a Nascent Soul wouldn't be too much!"

"Luckily, thankfully!"

"Thank goodness you were so shortsighted."

Lin Wanqiu showed a look of relief.

"My Dingding already has it tough, having to take on the added burden of you would have been too much."

"Someone like you, who is solely focused on the path of cultivation with a firm Dao Heart, but lacks the ability and can only leech off relatives, is a disaster."

"You would always be taking, always, until your relatives were wrung dry, without the slightest moral conscience, and without any consideration for others."

"It's possible that my son's own path of cultivation would be affected and his potential significantly damaged."

"He cares too much for familial bonds; perhaps he wouldn't have been able to decisively cut ties with you, and that might have ended his own path."

"It's a great stroke of luck."

...

Back at Qingfeng University.

With a slight movement of his Divine Sense, Jiang Ding harvested the rippling wheat field that radiated sharp gold light around him, kept the seeds, and stored everything into his Storage Jade Pendant.

Next were the TV, desk, paper books, etc., each flying towards him one by one.

Having lived here for nearly a century, he had unwittingly accumulated a ton of stuff—sofas, teacups, newspapers, and the like.

It didn't seem like much on a daily basis, but when it came time to pack up, it almost piled up into a Little Mountain.

"I need to select a dormitory."

Once everything was taken care of, Jiang Ding said.

After ascending to Golden Pill, the university would provide a third-tier top-level Spiritual Vein!

As long as one's cultivation base was sufficient, it was automatically granted.

A light screen unfurled, marked with terrains such as mountains, rivers, and sky. It was clear to see that many areas had been spatially manipulated, with tiny patches containing hundreds of kilometers.

"The quality of Spiritual Veins is more or less the same, all being top third-tier with little variation."

"Then it comes down to the scenery and environment."

Jiang Ding's Divine Sense swept over the available residences at hundreds of Gold Attribute Spiritual Vein dorms, finally settling on a mountain radiating with a silver-white metallic color.

This mountain floated in the sky, about seventy to eighty kilometers in size, moving from place to place without any set pattern.

It had no name, only a number, Jia 325.

"I'll take this one, to watch the clouds roll by when taking a break from cultivation—it's one of life's great pleasures," Jiang Ding confirmed.

"Ding!"

"Your dormitory has been changed to Jia 325, a Qingfeng University Golden Pill level residence. Please take care to organize your belongings from your old dormitory. Cleaning robots will be activated in three days. If any items are lost, we will not be responsible..."

The voice of the Array Spirit from the dormitory chimed in.

"There shouldn't be anything left, right?"

Although confident, Jiang Ding's Divine Sense unfolded once more, meticulously scanning every corner to make sure nothing was overlooked. After confirming, he transformed into a beam of Escape Light and flew towards the clouds in the sky.