Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery
Chapter 875 - 844 Burying Teacher Zhang Dingjun

"Tomb of Lord Zhang Dingjun."

"Lord Zhang was surnamed Dingjun, a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Building. Mother... Father... Born in Rong City, Qian Province of the Xianmen Sect in the year 11090, he was admitted to the Cultivation Department of Qianling University in 11106, graduating twenty years later with the realm of the third level of Qi Practitioners..."

"In 11126, Lord Zhang took a teaching position at Rongcheng No.1 Middle School, where he taught a multitude of Foundation-building cultivators, three Golden Pill Monks, and notably instructed the Great Sun Swordsman Jiang Ding, making enormous contributions to the revival of the Xianmen Sect. His name is certain to be eternally recorded in history..."

At this point, Jiang Ding's gaze paused.

This line sounded somewhat self-aggrandizing.

However, he still did not stop Squad Leader Hua Bing and Li Junhao from engraving it.

It was an affirmation of Teacher Zhang Dingjun's historical achievements, relating to his posthumous reputation and historical appraisal. It was not his place to be modest.

"In 11372, Lord Zhang served in the Starry Sky Troops of the Xianmen Sect's western army and unfortunately perished in the war for the liberation of the Geomagnetic Realm and the Xianmen Sect's revival. Recognized by the Xianmen Sect as a Starry Sky martyr, posterity will remember and honor him."

The tombstone was hand-carved by the Golden Pill Monk Li Junhao himself, crafted from an ordinary piece of greenstone, and placed in front of Teacher Zhang Dingjun's grave.

On either side of the tomb were the graves of Teacher Zhang Dingjun's father and mother.

Jiang Ding's gaze became distant.

Through a hazy recollection, he seemed to travel back over two hundred years, seeing a pair of young newlyweds pulling their young son along the familiar streets of Rong City, laughing together as if nothing had changed.

The tombstone was completed, the grave was covered with soil.

Four Golden Pill Monks placed handfuls of white flowers before the tombstone, deeply bowing their heads in remembrance and farewell to their teacher from their youth.

"Mr. Zhang... Does he have any descendants?"

Jiang Ding asked softly.

"Yes, it appears to be Mr. Zhang's great-grandson."

Li Junhao recalled for a moment: "A Qi Practitioner in his sixties or seventies, he came of age after the Domain wars had ended, did not experience the tempering of war, and possessed quite ordinary talent."

"As for other teachers, Teacher Guo Kui's descendants are numerous, nearly a thousand; there are no more descendants of Teacher Zhang Lan; Mr. Li..."

He listed these facts one by one.

It was evident that over the years, he had kept an eye on his hometown, simply too busy with cultivation to have spare time.

"Jiang Ding, Jiang Ding!"

"Our family also has many offspring."

Lin Yuanwang seemed to be aware of what was about to happen and quickly added, "I have hundreds of descendants, and Jiang Yuan has over two thousand descendants. Sons and daughters, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren... In the blink of an eye, we have all these children."

Truth be told, from the perspective of the secular world, this cousin of his seemed somewhat heartless.

He was excessively good to his sister, family, and himself, as well as their teacher—those he had directly interacted and formed attachments with—to the point of making others feel ashamed and embarrassed.

But when it came to those who only shared blood relations and with whom he had no direct contact, he regarded them as complete strangers.

For example, Jiang Yuan's daughter Xiaoyun, who to this day had only received an appropriate amount of support to give her a chance at Foundation Establishment without extra resources. Hence, she was still serving in the military, saving up more preparations for her Foundation Establishment with hardly any time off.

As for Xiaoyun's children and the offspring of her twin brother Little Bear, who had passed away many years ago, he completely ignored them.

Of course, these thoughts he dared only to think to himself.

If it came to pointing fingers, Lin Yuanwang found himself unable to voice any criticism.

"Then include them as well."

"Squad Leader Hua Bing, Li Junhao, it's on the way today, and let's include your descendants too."

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ding said, "I will contribute fifty billion low-grade spirit stones to establish a Martyrs' Orphans Foundation to care for the descendants of Teacher Zhang Dingjun and other teachers, as well as our own descendants, limited to Qi Practitioners, providing them with the opportunity for Foundation Establishment."

"Aside from these relational requirements, the funded individuals must also achieve over one hundred points in the moral and ethics score at school."

"It is expected to last for about ten or eleven generations; when the funds are exhausted, the foundation will come to an end."

"What do you all think?"

Jiang Ding asked.

This was essentially their last act of care.

As time passed, many things would gradually fade, becoming foreign.

After several generations, people basically wouldn't know who their ancestors were, with no feelings remaining to resonate with their ancestors' emotions, leaving no continuation or inheritance of those feelings.

"Five billion low-grade Spirit Stones!"

Li Junhao and Hua Bing gasped in shock.

In the past, they had only heard how powerful the Dari Swordsman was, but now, they suddenly felt the terrifying crushing force of his wealth. It was likely that the vast majority of Nascent Soul Monks didn't have as much money as him.

Same level Golden Pill cultivators, their entire life savings might not even come close to the pocket money he spends!

"This is too much..."

Hua Bing felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Rich tycoon!"

"Thank you so much!"

Li Junhao interrupted Hua Bing, gave a stern look, and said loudly.

What's the point of being modest?!

This is a godsend opportunity for the descendants!

If they ever knew that their ancestor had been so modest in the face of such a heaven-sent opportunity, they would have cried for ten days and nights, dying in tears beside the bed.

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding gave a wry smile.

Afterward, the group paid their respects to the teachers of various subjects and then parted ways to visit their own relatives.

Every Golden Pill Monk has gone through many permanent separations, without exception.

Jiang Ding and Lin Yuanwang came to their grandparents' graves, paid tribute, chatted about everyday family things, how they were doing now, that everything was fine at home, and reminisced about childhood memories, which made them deeply reflective.

"Grandpa and Grandma, if you knew that our family has produced two Golden Pill cultivators, you would surely be happy, right?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

"They certainly would."

Lin Yuanwang nodded with a smile.

As the years passed, the once sharp pain had faded, settling into the heart and turning into a deep longing that they could now face normally.

"That's good."

Jiang Ding smiled and looked at Lin Yuanwang, "How have you been these years?"

"Eh, just messing around."

"I work over in Qianyang, bought a house too, living in a third-grade medium-quality Cave Mansion. Occasionally, I'll have a girlfriend, visit great-grandchildren and all that, life's pretty decent."

Lin Yuanwang shrugged.

That's so full of life.

Jiang Ding was slightly taken aback.

Compared to him, his life, aside from cultivation, research, and fighting, seemed to have nothing else, not what one would call a conventional complete life.

'But, that's to be expected.'

'I am only sixteen after all.'

The next moment, Jiang Ding had his realization.

"As long as you're well, I'm relieved. If you run into any trouble, remember to tell me. Don't bear it alone," Jiang Ding waved his hand and flew into the sky, bidding farewell to his relative.

"Don't worry!"

"I definitely will."

Lin Yuanwang laughed heartily.

With such a cousin around, he'd be a fool to shoulder everything himself. He wasn't a rebellious teenager of fifteen or sixteen anymore.