Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"This woman has no shame..."

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan, who were discussing a family ethics drama, were taken aback for a moment, their eyes clouded briefly as they both turned to look at Jiang Ding.

"Oh my God! Dingding!"

Lin Wanqiu cried out anxiously, "Shouldn't you be at school by now? Why are you still at home? What if you miss the start of your postgraduate studies?"

"Don't tell me the teacher will no longer accept you!"

"Right, brother."

Jiang Yuan scratched his head, "Strange, how could I have forgotten about it? Also, I remember cousin Yuanwang coughed up blood during the New Year..."

She looked at Jiang Ding with a bit of fear.

Lin Wanqiu's expression changed, she remembered the incident as well and said with concern, "Dingding, is there... a problem with your cultivation?"

Only around cultivators could such strange occurrences happen.

"Yes, Mom."

Jiang Ding revealed a smile, "But it's all right now, I will take care of brother Yuanwang's matter as well, don't worry."

"That's good."

Lin Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, reflecting on the past years, she understood something and sighed lightly.

"Dingding."

She walked up to Jiang Ding and touched his head.

"All cultivators are like this; you... need to learn to adapt. So many Nascent Soul Cultivators, and even higher cultivators, are the same, it can't be changed."

"Think about it, if everyone could live eternally, wouldn't this world be destroyed?"

"I've heard that there is reincarnation in the world, and I wasn't really dead at that time, but became another person, still alive. You don't need to worry."

"Yes, I'm not worried."

Jiang Ding turned away.

"Mom, I have something else to do. I'll come to see you again in a few months. I have an Air-Space Warplane; it only takes a few dozen minutes to return home."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and turned into a grey-blue Escaping Light, flying out the window and quickly disappearing completely.

Lin Wanqiu stared blankly at his vanishing figure.

...

"Thank you very much, Teacher Zhang."

As Jiang Ding flew into the sky, he saluted Immortal Dinghai with gratitude.

Although he seemed controllable before, the longer he was mired in his Internal Demon, the more likely he could hurt the people around him, creating a lifelong regret.

"Never mind, as a teacher, it's all part of the job."

Immortal Dinghai nodded slightly, "Having gone through this Internal Demon Tribulation, the strength of the Internal Demons you'll face during Foundation Establishment will be much reduced."

"However, don't be complacent. Be gradual in pursuit of quick success; cultivation should be taken one step at a time, regardless of the reason."

"To establish the Foundation, even if you have exceptional talents, it's better to do it at an older age rather than competing for vain titles."

"Yes, I understand," said the student.

"As for family, I don't have much to teach you in this area."

Immortal Dinghai showed a rare hint of sorrow, "My mother passed away a thousand years ago, when I was in the Latter Stage of Foundation Building. So, I don't have much to teach you, this is the fate of us cultivators."

"It's my fault," said the student, with a look of shame.

"Let's leave it at that. Cultivation, after all, is a journey one must undertake alone."

Immortal Dinghai lost all interest in the conversation, his body blurred, and he disappeared.

Only An Siyan and another person were left.

"I'm really sorry."

Jiang Ding said apologetically, "You two came to save me, but ended up getting hurt instead."

"It's okay. Witnessing an Internal Demon Tribulation as a bystander is also an opportunity for us when we establish our Foundation. Just don't delay your cultivation anymore," advised Jin Lingfeng, shaking his head.

"Indeed, establishing the Foundation requires the settling of years," An Siyan realized.

"Thank you very much."

Jiang Ding expressed his thanks repeatedly.

This is one of the very few classmates and fellow Daoists in the world who truly cares about his safety—a rarity and precious beyond measure.

Afterward, the three of them went together to see Lin Yuanwang and his aunt and uncle, offering a sincere apology and gaining forgiveness, leaving behind elixirs for healing and a batch of Qi Practitioner and Foundation Building elixirs.

They also visited his maternal grandparents to make sure their bodies and spirits had not suffered due to the recent unusual events.

After spending a long time chatting with the two elderly people and having a meal, three streaks of escaping lights flew towards the sky.

"Ding!"

The voice of the Array Spirit came belatedly, fully reflecting the warmth of Xianmen Sect's law enforcement.

"Name: Jiang Ding, Identity Card Number..., from the year 11147 to 11150, mental demons became uncontrolled, leading to criminal behavior of attacking others' divine souls."

"Considering there were no serious consequences, a fine of 20,000 spirit stones and a fixed-term imprisonment of six months is imposed. Please surrender to the nearest prison to serve your sentence."

Jiang Ding showed the information to the other two.

"Normal."

Jin Lingfeng reassured, "High-level cultivators rarely go without breaking the law. I've heard of a senior who ends up in detention every couple of days; as long as one serves their sentence earnestly and undergoes reformation, their moral and ideological score won't decrease."

"That's how it is."

An Siyan testified.

"Choose the prison in Xiandu."

Jiang Ding had already thought about it; the conditions in Xiandu's prisons were undoubtedly the best.

Hum!

The silver-white airspace warplane emerged from the half-space layer, its flight route having been approved minutes before.

Meanwhile, a starlight warplane appeared beside Jin Lingfeng, into which she and An Siyan climbed, waving from the cockpit: "See you at school in half a year."

"See you in half a year."

Jiang Ding said with a smile.

As the daughter of Immortal Yueling, it was only natural that she owned a custom super airspace warplane. An Siyan didn't have one; he would only be issued one if truly necessary during service.

They didn't ask why someone from an ordinary family like him had a clearly custom, expensive war machine.

"This must be the Immortal Path's regard for privacy."

Jiang Ding mused to himself.

Even with such a close friendship, he would not pry into others' privacy unless they chose to share it themselves.

The Starlight Warplane passed through the troposphere and into the stratosphere, followed closely by a silver-white airspace warplane, one behind the other.

Dozens of minutes later, they arrived again in Xiandu, each going their separate ways.

"Prison..."

Jiang Ding searched the map for a while, read the online reviews, and finally set his sights on Xiandu No.1 Prison.

Exiting the cockpit, he turned into a grey-blue escaping light and flew for about ten minutes, landing at the prison entrance. Following the Array Spirit's guidance, he came to the service window in the lobby and queued up.

In front of him, a dozen people were queuing, mostly mortals, with two Qi Practitioners and one Foundation Building Cultivator.

At the very front was a portly middle-aged man, engaging with the prison staff.

"What's the crime?"

"Speeding, fifteen days' detention."

"Cell C-146, after fifteen days you'll be tested on reciting the Xianmen Sect's Traffic Rules Essay—you can leave if you recite it correctly."

"Alright."

The portly middle-aged man took the receipt handed to him and made his way to the prison.

"What's the charge?"

"Drunk driving..."

The queue moved in an orderly fashion, and soon there were only two or three people in front of Jiang Ding.

The efficiency was very high, except that another dozen people had lined up behind him.

All were minor offenses caught by the Central Array Spirit Computer.

Jiang Ding felt a gaze fixated on him and turned to look in that direction.

A young man in his twenties, wearing ripped jeans and earrings, his pale and gaunt appearance indicative of frequent all-nighters, was looking at him with keen interest.

"Aren't you the guy with a moral and ideological score of 140? What brings you here, too?"

He said with schadenfreude.

Jiang Ding's expression turned dark, but he ignored him.