Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 652 - 90 Yan Jings Shield

Chapter 652: Chapter 90: Yan Jing’s Shield

Chapter 652: Chapter 90: Yan Jing’s Shield

Yan Jing got off the plane, carrying her luggage away from the terminal, and outside she met Lin Ning who had come to pick her up.

“Ning Sister!” The young nun immediately went up to her, sweetly calling out, “Thank you for coming to pick me up, but really, I could have taken a taxi by myself.”

“No need to waste money,” Lin Ning waved her hand, “I’ll take you there by Sword Flight.”

“Hahaha.” Yan Jing stuck out her tongue, thinking to herself how Lin Ning, a cultivator so rich, still cared about such things.

Finding a secluded place, she took Yan Jing and soared into the sky on her sword, drawing cries of amazement from the crowd that caught sight of the sword light.

“By the way,” experiencing Sword Flight for the first time, Yan Jing was also somewhat scared and started chatting with Lin Ning to distract herself, “Ning Sister, have you heard about the cultivators’ competition?”

“I have, what about it?” Lin Ning asked back.

“I want to get my blood tested too,” Yan Jing blinked, hopeful, “My older brother is a cultivator; maybe I have the talent for cultivation as well.”

The first cultivators’ competition was now getting into the stage of publicity and preparation, and various major news media were competing to cover it.

Before this, cultivators were like student representatives newly selected by schools or the chairperson of a company’s union—many people knew they were picked, but had no idea how the selection took place, subconsciously thinking, “It must be designated by leaders.” Now, the cultivators’ competition specified that it was for “civilian cultivators,” which gave many clueless citizens a sudden revelation:

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What, we also have the chance to become cultivators?

Since registering for the cultivators’ competition required a blood test, the designated registration sites in all major cities, medical points, were already completely overwhelmed with people. Many of them were actually ordinary people without a Spirit Root, with nothing to do with being cultivators, but they also came to join the fun and draw blood—what if I have the cultivation talent?

In Lin’an, Yan Jing had heard that Jiangnan First and Second Medical were already at full capacity. Although this wouldn’t affect the actual civilian cultivators registering (they could just use a spell on site, directly skipping the queue), commoners had to scramble for online appointments, which didn’t really give them much of a chance, hence she thought about using her older brother’s internal system connections.

“Blood test? Well, that could be arranged,” Lin Ning frowned slightly.

“I’m not expecting to have the same level of talent as my older brother, the number one cultivator; I’d be satisfied just being able to practice cultivation,” Yan Jing said with a smile.

That’s exactly what I find strange! Lin Ning thought to herself.

Since Spirit Root has a certain likelihood of inheritance, the relatives of Team Monks are always given a focused screening. For example, people related to her genetically, such as the members of the Lin family at Qingyuan Prefecture, had actually already undergone blood tests… Of course, it wasn’t explicitly stated to be “checking for cultivation talent,” but father Lin worked it out with his daughter after a rough guess.

Jingjing, if you really had cultivation talent, by now you’d have been picked up and enlisted!

These weren’t words Lin Ning would actually say. She was straightforward in temperament, not foolish, and naturally wouldn’t dampen the enthusiasm of an excited young nun by lowering her regard for no good reason.

After bringing Yan Jing back to the Jinling Villa, upon entering, they found everyone in the living room watching TV.

The person being interviewed on TV was a civilian cultivator who had been confirmed by the Military Manor for registration; shockingly, it was a man over 70 years old, hunchbacked but spirited, moving without the slightest impediment.

“Little sister’s here?” Yan Yu called out, and the girls immediately went over to welcome Jingjing.

Those like Yun Jin and Ling Yun who could talk gathered around her to curry favor; those like Ruoxi and the Enchantress who weren’t good at conversing could only help carry bags and pour tea.

“By the way,” Lin Ning approached, “Jingjing wants to get her blood tested to check her talent.”

“Let her test it,” Yan Yu waved his hand.

“Really?” Lin Ning watched the TV interview, astonished, “Over 70 years old, and he’s still able to step into the path of cultivation?”

“Theoretically, it shouldn’t be possible,” Yan Yu said lazily.

Theoretical data models and reality always have deviations. Like when the first domestic 3A blockbuster game was about to release, someone posted online a question, “Will sales break ten million?” which was calculated, debated, and mocked by hundreds of data enthusiasts, citing all kinds of major game sales cases… but the result was a breaking of ten million sales in just three days.

The data was all correct; some old wolf in the industry took four years to reach ten million sales! It’s only strange that some folks’ reality doesn’t adhere to your perfect data models. Common sense says that after 50, it’s virtually impossible to begin cultivation, and then reality gives you a broad gesture, saying “I don’t follow common sense,” with the old cultivator of over 70 coming in!

“It must be some sort of adventure,” Yan Yu spread his hands, nonchalantly responding to Lin Ning’s puzzled look.

It was valuable experience from his two lifetimes: when it comes to cultivation-related matters, if you encounter anything inexplicable, just chalk it up to the person being incredibly lucky and having encountered an adventure.

In a past life, some beautiful nobody broadcasting in a rented room while wearing a leather suit, without having come into contact with any cultivation techniques at all, starved for a few days and jumped directly over Qi Refinement, entering Marrow Cleansing and completing Fasting! Does this world still have any laws or reason?

“Ling Yun?” Lin Ning asked, “How many people have signed up now?”

“Seems like about a dozen or so,” Chen Lingyun said with a smile.

“I haven’t even entered Hua Mansion yet!” Lin Ning suddenly got irritated, “I have supplies of Elixir Medicines, assured Spiritual Energy from the Mysterious Realm, and everyone’s help, and I never slack off during my daily Breathing and Energy Refining exercises, so why am I advancing slower than these dozen people?”