Inheritance

After the annoying people left, things at home became pleasant again.

Jiang Ding hugged his sword in both hands and comfortably rolled around on the sofa with narrowed eyes.

"Brother, I'm hungry!"

Jiang Yuan said with perfect confidence.

"Put all the dishes in the refrigerator. We're ordering takeout today—my treat, with a budget of three hundred." Jiang Ding opened his eyes. Takeout was strictly regulated these days, so there were no hygiene concerns, and customs had changed accordingly.

It was just expensive.

Any service involving human labor was never cheap.

"Ah!"

Jiang Yuan shrieked.

Lin Wanqiu looked over in surprise as well.

"I made a small fortune today."

Jiang Ding took three thousand yuan from his pocket and counted it.

He then sent screenshots of his chat with a Colorful Cloud Pharmaceuticals technician on the library app to the Happy Peaceful Family Group, and told them about finding Purple Spirit Grass in the flowerbed.

"You were that lucky?" Lin Wanqiu said delightedly.

Jiang Yuan, quick of hand and eye, immediately opened her phone to place an order. Cola chicken wings and hamburgers were piled on, followed by the things Jiang Ding and Lin Wanqiu liked.

Thump!

Jiang Ding knocked her on the head. Before she could angrily strike back, he tossed her a thousand yuan.

"A reward for you."

"Ah! Thank you, Brother." Jiang Yuan's eyes shone. She had originally wanted to scratch Jiang Ding, but instead threw her arms around him and even kissed him, leaving his face covered in saliva.

"This is Mom's."

Jiang Ding shoved her away in disgust and took out another thousand yuan.

"Thank you, Dingding!"

Lin Wanqiu said with a smile.

The first two classes in the morning were for the ideological and moral examination.

This posed no difficulty for Jiang Ding. His brush flew as if guided by a god; whenever he saw a question, he wrote almost instinctively—the First Law of the Immortal Sect, the Knowledge Law, the first confidentiality regulations, application problems, and so on. He finished within an hour.

After carefully checking his answers several times, Jiang Ding chose to hand in his paper and use the time he had saved to practice swordsmanship.

A wave of envious gazes came from all around him.

It was not as though he was showing off. Everyone knew he had been specially recruited because of his exceptionally high ideological and moral score.

"Student Jiang Ding, wait a moment."

Homeroom teacher Guo Kui stopped Jiang Ding, sent a message for another teacher to help supervise the exam, then strode quickly out of the classroom.

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

The two spoke as they walked.

"Yes, Teacher," Jiang Ding said softly.

Even Hua Bing and Wu Tianli could easily see through his cultivation. There was no need to mention his homeroom teacher.

The two soon arrived at the school library. Led by Guo Kui, they entered a spacious, brightly lit classroom with only a desk and several chairs simply arranged in the middle.

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

It looked somewhat abrupt. The Immortal Sect's technology could easily make cameras as small as grains of rice, with even better functions. Devices this broad and bulky seemed far too antiquated.

"Sit." Guo Kui pointed at the cameras overhead. "Do you know what they represent?"

"Inheritance."

Jiang Ding answered calmly, the air of an ideological and moral studies ace naturally spreading from him.

"For ten thousand years, the collision and fusion of the mundane and the supernatural brought the Immortal Sect through countless hardships. At least three times, the entire realm fell, and the whole people nearly perished. Therefore, the orderly inheritance of the grassroots level is valued above all else."

"In fact, many internal upheavals did occur throughout history. Some high-level cultivators, especially elderly cultivators whose Dao Path had reached a dead end, became particularly obsessed with things like the glorious continuation of their Lineage bloodlines."

"Yet with only an advantage in resources, how could a single family name contend against all the gifted talents and outstanding figures of an entire region?"

"The best choice was to directly sever that region's inheritance. Personal powers such as Lineages and sects would then naturally occupy the ruling position."

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

"Inner Qi Realm martial artists already count as members of the most basic rank of soldiers. They have stepped into the Immortal Sect's sequence of authority and obligations, and a negligible thread of the Central Array-Spirit Computer's attention has begun to watch this place."

"To ensure that the Immortal Sect's most basic inheritance is carried out strictly."

A complicated expression appeared on Guo Kui's face.

"Very good."

Like Jiang Ding, he was an elderly cultivator with no road left on the Dao Path and no hope of Foundation Establishment. Over the years, he had been paving the way for his descendants, and he could not say that he had not entertained some messy thoughts.

"The Inner Qi Realm inheritance is very simple. There are only two branches: line-filling infantry and reconnaissance infantry."

Guo Kui reined in his slightly stirred emotions and spoke slowly.

"Line-filling infantry can accumulate merit up to the rank of company or platoon officer in a Class C legion. Their weapons include heavy machine guns, some grenade launchers, mortars, and other ground firepower. However, at school, you only need to learn heavy machine guns, and the examinations concern only that."

"Reconnaissance infantry have the same promotion limit. Their weapons include scout camouflage that can block some divine-sense searches and some Spirit-Particle Radar scans, anti-materiel sniper rifles, and so on. They are required to survive and fight alone in the wilderness, obtaining the intelligence needed by the corps."

"Accordingly, the martial arts they need to learn emphasize different things. Line-filling infantry must study the Vajra Seal to stabilize heavy machine guns, while reconnaissance infantry must study the Minor Breath-Concealing Technique."

"In terms of grades, line-filling infantry are easier to pass. Their lower limit is high, their upper limit is not low, and they are relatively safe among crowds. Reconnaissance infantry have a low lower limit and a high upper limit, but their danger coefficient is high."

"Which will you choose? You can discuss it with your family. Just decide within a week."

"No need."

Jiang Ding shook his head. "I choose the reconnaissance infantry specialization."

If it had been before, he might have hesitated. Now, there was no need. He spent all year in a state of exploration in another world, without comrades beside him. The reconnaissance infantry specialization naturally suited him.

"Good. I'll report it for you. Teacher Zhang Dingjun will also receive notice on the cultivation class side."

Guo Kui did not say much. Boys this age were confident and proud, and rarely listened to advice. "Within one month, you still have one chance to change specializations. If you cannot adapt to reconnaissance infantry training, remember not to miss the deadline."

"Thank you, Teacher."

Jiang Ding rose and took his leave.

After leaving the school library, he found that only twenty minutes had passed during the conversation. Jiang Ding thought for a moment, then headed toward the cultivation room.

The door opened.

Inside the empty cultivation room was still that half-open emerald wooden palm. Resting upon it was a pill glowing faintly: the Ginseng Flower Qi-Regulating Pill, a low-grade mortal-tier medicinal pill that could replenish the vital essence within an Inner Qi Realm martial artist's body and make it easier to generate Inner Qi.

There were not no pills that directly increased Inner Qi. However, such crude pills that forcefully raised cultivation would damage one's potential. Once detected by the cultivation room's Array Spirit, a student's cultivation class grade would immediately be reduced to zero.

To young martial artists, such pills were no different from poison.

The Ginseng Flower Qi-Regulating Pill continued the Immortal Sect education system's style of providing medicinal pills: low cost, passable effect.

It was roughly half as effective as the Essence-to-Marrow Pill he had consumed during the Bone-Refining Realm. He also had to strictly follow the pill's instructions to expel trace amounts of pill toxins, lest they affect a young martial artist's potential.

If the cultivation room's Array Spirit detected residual pill toxins in the body, it would refuse to provide pills.

The pale-blue little figure before him began to move. Arrows within the meridians moved in orderly yet intricate patterns, weaving into a net through the ten largest meridians of the Lunar Lung Scripture.

He swallowed the Ginseng Flower Qi-Regulating Pill.

A bright silver radiance appeared, then began to dance. Sword light scattered through the entire cultivation room; strengthened by cycles of Inner Qi, it sliced the air into fragments, filling the room with sword shadows.

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