Inheritance

The house became nice again after the annoying people left.

Jiang Ding, with his arms crossed and sword held in front of him, rolled comfortably on the sofa.

"Brother, I'm hungry!"

Jiang Yuan said righteously.

"Put the groceries in the fridge. We're ordering takeout today, my treat. Budget is three hundred." Jiang Ding opened his eyes. Takeout was strictly regulated now, so there were no hygiene issues, and customs had changed accordingly.

It was expensive, though.

Anything involving human service was never cheap.

"Ah!"

Jiang Yuan shrieked.

Lin Wanqiu also looked over in surprise.

"I struck a little gold today."

Jiang Ding took out three thousand yuan from his wallet and counted it. He then sent screenshots of his chat with a technician from Rainbow Cloud Pharmaceutical in the library app to the "Happy and Safe Family" group chat. He also recounted finding the Purple Spirit Grass in the flower bed.

"Such good luck!" Lin Wanqiu exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Yuan, quick as lightning, opened her phone to place an order. She loaded up on cola chicken wings and burgers, then added dishes that Jiang Ding and Lin Wanqiu liked.

Thump!

Jiang Ding tapped her on the head. Before she could get angry and retaliate, he tossed her a thousand yuan.

"A reward for you."

"Ah! Thank you, brother." Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up. She grabbed the hand that was about to scratch Jiang Ding, hugged him, and even gave him a slobbery kiss.

"This is Mom's."

Jiang Ding pushed her away in disgust and gave another thousand yuan.

"Thanks, Ding Ding!"

Lin Wanqiu said with a smile.

The first two classes in the morning were Moral Education.

This posed no difficulty for Jiang Ding. He wrote as if guided by a divine hand, answering the questions instinctively. The first law of the Immortal Sect, the law of knowledge, the first secrecy regulation, application problems, and so on. He finished within an hour.

After carefully reviewing it several times, Jiang Ding chose to submit his paper and use the saved time to practice his sword.

Envious glances came from all around.

It wasn't exactly low-key; everyone knew he had been specially recruited because of his exceptionally high score in Moral Education.

"Classmate Jiang Ding, wait a moment."

Guo Kui, the class advisor, called out to Jiang Ding. He sent a text message asking a teacher to come and help with the proctoring, then quickly walked out of the classroom.

"You've advanced to the Inner Qi Realm, haven't you? Let's go to the school library."

They spoke as they walked.

"Yes, Teacher." Jiang Ding replied softly.

Even Hua Bing and Wu Tianli could easily see through his strength, let alone the class advisor.

The two soon arrived at the school library. Under Guo Kui's guidance, they entered a spacious and bright classroom. A simple desk and a few stools were set up in the middle.

Besides that, there were seven or eight extremely conspicuous surveillance cameras.

This was somewhat abrupt. The Immortal Sect's technology could easily make cameras as small as a grain of rice with even better functionality. The sheer size and thickness of these cameras made them seem ancient.

"Sit." Guo Kui pointed to the cameras overhead. "Do you know what these represent?"

"Inheritance."

Jiang Ding answered calmly, an aura of a Moral Education prodigy naturally radiating from him.

"For ten thousand years, the collision and fusion of the mundane and the extraordinary have seen the Immortal Sect endure countless hardships. It has fallen at least three times, nearly leading to the extermination of the entire clan. Therefore, it places special emphasis on orderly inheritance at the grassroots level."

"In fact, many internal conflicts have occurred throughout history. Some high-level cultivators, especially elderly ones with no hope of advancing their Dao, become particularly fixated on the glorious continuation of their family bloodline."

"However, with only resource advantages, how can a single family or clan compete with the geniuses and heroes of an entire region?"

"The best option is to directly disrupt the region's inheritance, allowing personal forces like families and sects to naturally occupy a dominant position."

"After several civil wars that affected the entire Immortal Sect, strict inheritance regulations were established."

"A Martial Artist at the Inner Qi Realm is already considered one of the lowest-ranking soldiers, having entered the Immortal Sect's hierarchy of power and obligations. Even a minuscule amount of attention from the Central Array Spirit Computer has begun to focus here."

"This is to ensure that the most basic inheritance of the Immortal Sect is carried out strictly."

Guo Kui's expression was a little complex.

"Very good."

As an elderly cultivator himself, with no hope of advancing his Dao or reaching Foundation Establishment, he had been paving the way for his descendants all these years. At this moment, he couldn't help but have some mixed feelings.

"The Inner Qi Realm inheritance is very simple, with only two branches: Line Infantry and Reconnaissance Infantry."

Guo Kui suppressed the slight fluctuation in his emotions and said slowly.

"Line Infantry can accumulate merit to become an officer in a Grade C Legion's company or platoon, using weapons such as heavy machine guns, some grenade launchers, and mortars for ground fire. However, at school, you only need to learn the heavy machine gun, and the exam will only be related to this."

"Reconnaissance Infantry has the same promotion ceiling. They use camouflage designed for reconnaissance soldiers that can block some Spiritual Sense and Spirit Particle Radar searches, anti-materiel sniper rifles, and so on. They are required to survive and fight alone in the wild to obtain intelligence for the corps."

"Correspondingly, the martial arts focus required for both also differs. Line Infantry must learn the Vajra Seal to stabilize heavy machine gun fire, while Reconnaissance Infantry must learn the Minor Breath Concealment Technique."

"In terms of scores, Line Infantry is easier to pass, with a high floor and not a low ceiling, making them relatively safe among the crowd. Reconnaissance Infantry has a low floor and a high ceiling, with a high risk factor."

"What do you choose? You can discuss it with your family. You have one week to decide."

"No need."

Jiang Ding shook his head, "I choose the Reconnaissance Infantry major."

If it were in the past, he would have hesitated, but now he didn't need to. He had been exploring other worlds for a long time without any comrades. The Reconnaissance Infantry major was naturally suited for him.

"Alright, I'll report it for you. Teacher Zhang Dingjun in the cultivation class will also be notified."

Guo Kui didn't say anything else. At this age, boys were confident and proud, and it was hard to persuade them. "Within a month, you still have one chance to change your major. If you can't adapt to the studies of Reconnaissance Infantry, remember not to miss the deadline."

"Thank you, teacher."

Jiang Ding got up and took his leave.

He left the school library and realized only twenty minutes had passed. Jiang Ding thought for a moment and headed towards the cultivation room.

The door opened.

The spacious cultivation room still contained a half-open, emerald green wooden palm, on which sat a pill glowing with a faint light. It was a common-grade low-tier pill called the Ginseng Flower Qi Stabilizing Pill, which could replenish the vital energy of Inner Qi Realm martial artists and make it easier to generate Inner Qi.

Pills that directly increased Inner Qi were not unheard of, but such pills that crudely boosted cultivation would damage potential. Once detected by the cultivation room's array spirit, the cultivation class score would be directly zeroed.

Such pills were no different from poison to young martial artists.

The Ginseng Flower Qi Stabilizing Pill followed the style of providing pills from the Immortal Sect's education system: low cost and acceptable effect.

It was roughly equivalent to half the Vitality Marrow Transformation Pill taken by Bone Refining Realm cultivators previously, and it required strict adherence to the instructions to expel trace amounts of pill toxins to avoid affecting the potential of young martial artists.

If the cultivation room's array spirit detected residual pill toxins in the body, it would refuse to provide the pill.

The small pale blue figure in front of him began to move. Arrows moved in an orderly and complex manner within the meridians, weaving into a net within the ten largest meridians of the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.

He swallowed the Ginseng Flower Qi Stabilizing Pill.

A bright silver light appeared, then began to dance. Sword light scattered throughout the cultivation room space. With the circulation of Inner Qi, the air was cut into pieces, and sword shadows filled the room.