Chapter 252. Supreme-Grade Reward, Eternal Fate!
“Minister Mei, I think we may have recruited a treasure.” Lingling tugged at Mei Xue’er’s clothes.
Mo Yan and Liang Shan also nodded.
Mei Xue’er no longer knew what words to use to describe it. For some inexplicable reason, she felt that as long as Jiang Yichen was in the Divine Battle Division, growing bigger and stronger and creating new glory truly was not some impossible dream.
She looked at the top-grade pills and God-level Cultivation Art in her hands. This… was too much strength.
Whew!
Mei Xue’er took a deep breath. “The instructor has given us so many cultivation resources and such precious cultivation arts. We cannot let down his expectations either. For the next half month, we must cultivate with all our strength.”
“Yes, Minister Mei!”
Everyone immediately responded with solemn expressions.
Afterward, under Mei Xue’er’s lead, the seven of them entered the Map of Mountains and Rivers and the State.
…
On the fourth floor of the training area, Jiang Yichen looked at the reward that had arrived and did not hesitate in the slightest.
“Open it!”
【Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Supreme-grade · Eternal Fate!】
A Supreme-grade reward?!
Jiang Yichen’s eyes lit up. He hurriedly took off his headphones and stared at the system’s virtual window, blinking.
“Eternal Fate? What is this thing?”
He clicked open the reward description.
【Supreme-grade · Eternal Fate: The mortal realm is under the jurisdiction of the Divine Realm, and the fates of mortals are controlled by gods. They can be altered or transferred under certain conditions.
Eternal Fate allows the Host’s fate to remain unaffected by any external force. No power can modify it.】
Jiang Yichen rubbed his chin and could not help thinking of the legends from his Huaxia Mythology class at university, about people dying and reincarnating, and King Yama deciding the direction of their reincarnation.
Combined with this point, it meant that a mortal’s fate had been destined by the heavens from the moment of birth.
No wonder everyone believed mortals could not resist gods. If even their fates were held in the hands of gods, what could they use to challenge divine authority?
Jiang Yichen nodded slightly. With this Supreme-grade · Eternal Fate, even though he was currently a mortal, he would not have to fear gods modifying his fate and manipulating his life.
It was equivalent to… freedom!
A smile touched his lips. A life controlled by no one was the life he wanted.
If he could not even control his own life, how could he speak of enjoying life?
It was just like a line from the Slacking Cultivation Heart Method: Heaven is vast, earth is vast, but I am the greatest. My fate is mine to command, not the heavens’.
Jiang Yichen’s brows and eyes curved slightly. He closed the system panel, put on his headphones, and continued leisurely watching his drama.
As for Mei Xue’er and the others, it was enough for them to work hard on their own.
If they already had everything and still refused to cultivate diligently, then even wasting effort to persuade them would be useless.
Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was dusk.
Jiang Yichen took off his headphones and was just about to leave the training room when Su Linyu’s figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
He saw her with both hands clasped behind her back, walking briskly up to him.
“Hm? Weren’t you cultivating?” Jiang Yichen asked curiously.
“Ta-da! I was afraid Brother Yichen would get hungry.” Su Linyu brought out the dinner she had personally made from behind her back.
The orange glow of dusk fell upon her sweet, smiling face, making her look especially beautiful.
“Brother Yichen, did you know? After Sister Xue’er and the others entered the Map of Mountains and Rivers and the State, they kept praising you.”
“What did they praise me for?”
“For being inhumanly rich.”
“…”
Jiang Yichen burst out laughing and shook his head slightly as he took the lunchbox from her. Then he noticed that there was also a note on top of it.
He opened it curiously and saw that it contained the Japanese syllable Su Linyu had gotten wrong that morning, written ten times in her delicate handwriting.
“Teacher Jiang.” Su Linyu suddenly changed how she addressed him, her eyes full of anticipation. “I’m a little slow. There were still many things from the morning lesson I didn’t understand. May I ask you about them?”
With her high ponytail and the Japanese textbook held in both hands, she stood beneath the afterglow of dusk, somehow carrying the youthful air of a student.
Jiang Yichen looked Su Linyu over fondly. The word “slow” did not suit her at all.
He did not expose Su Linyu’s little thoughts. Instead, he lightly tapped her on the head. “Sit down. I’ll explain them to you.”
Su Linyu’s eyes sparkled with delight, and she immediately sat obediently on the sofa beside him.
“Teacher Jiang, how do you pronounce this syllable?”
Jiang Yichen leaned closer to her, and their shoulders touched.
Thump, thump…
A blush rose on Su Linyu’s cheeks, and her heartbeat could not help quickening.
“This is pronounced ‘te.’” Jiang Yichen stroked her head and said gently, “Little dummy, do you understand now?”
Su Linyu raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Yichen’s face. With the pen in her right hand, she could not help writing in her Japanese textbook:
“Brother Yichen’s private lesson is so sweet and blissful~”
Jiang Yichen swept his eyes over the Japanese sentence she had written, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
The teaching session slowly passed. Moonlight hung high in the night sky, and the day’s training was declared over.
Inside the women’s dormitory of the Battle Division, one room was still brightly lit.
“Minister Mei, how long until you finish copying? I can’t sleep if the lights aren’t off.” Lingling had a bitter expression as she looked at the minister, who had removed her bearded disguise and was currently writing furiously.
With a head of wine-red hair, Mei Xue’er was frowning tightly at that moment. “Lingling, wait a little longer. I only have forty-seven more times to copy before I’m done. This is all that hateful Jiang Yichen’s fault!”
Lingling was amused. “Minister Mei, do you know what you look like right now?”
Mei Xue’er’s pen paused slightly. She turned her head and asked, “What?”
“You look like an elementary school student punished by the teacher to copy ancient poems.” Lingling giggled.
Mei Xue’er’s face darkened. “I should have asked my elder sister to come back from Japan and teach us Japanese. Why did I make Jiang Yichen the teacher? I truly dropped a stone on my own foot.”
Her elder sister was the minister of the Divine Battle Division’s foreign infiltration department. She was also the Divine Contract Holder of the Huaxia mythological god Nezha, whom Mei Xue’er had discovered in Japan.
“Haha, but Minister Mei, you have to admit that Jiang Yichen’s teaching ability is truly high. He even gave us cultivation arts and pills. They’re resources countless levels higher than what the Battle Division gave us.”
Mei Xue’er had no reason to refute those words. Today’s training had truly refreshed her understanding.
“To be honest, just how deep is the Jiang Family’s foundation for them to be able to provide Jiang Yichen with these resources? It’s truly unimaginable.”
She used the elastic band around her wrist to tie up her loose red hair, her face carrying a look of astonishment.
Lingling, who was wearing cute pajamas, stood up and guessed, “Is it possible that the Jiang Family has some connection to the Huaxia Heavenly Court?”
“Minister Mei, look. The Jiang Family Patriarch, Jiang Zhentian, was the first mortal in Huaxia’s history to become a god, and Perfected Yuding, who appeared in the Guankou Divine Ruins, even addressed Jiang Yichen as ‘Daoist Fellow.’”
“You have to know, in immortal cultivation novels, there are only three major realms: ant, Daoist Fellow, and Senior.” As Lingling spoke, she struck poses.
Mei Xue’er raised her hand and knocked Lingling on the head. “Stop reading those brainless power fantasies. Your mind is already not very good. Don’t get more and more foolish.”
“…” Lingling pouted.
Mei Xue’er spun her pen and sank into thought.
Could the Jiang Family truly have some relationship with the Huaxia Heavenly Court?
“Minister Mei, hurry up and write. I want to sleep. We still have class tomorrow.”
Mei Xue’er returned to her senses and took a deep breath, immediately beginning to write furiously again.
A dignified minister of the Divine Battle Division was now like an elementary school student on the final day of summer vacation, using one pen to create a miracle.