All of us are one

Chapter 16 The Cultivator Who Inherits the Legacy of a Nascent Soul Stage Powerhouse

"Uncle Li, here is forty kilograms of gold." Jiang Yanming handed the gold, wrapped in clothes, to Li Kun. "Why don't you have someone check it?"

"No need to check, Uncle Li trusts you," Li Kun said with a smile as he took the gold. "Do you want to check the goods?"

"No need, I trust Uncle Li." Jiang Yanming shook his head.

He had previously deduced that Uncle Li was definitely a master of Qi and Blood Condensation above the Mingwu level.

Such a skilled person, who also had an excellent relationship with his father, naturally had no reason to deceive him.

Moreover, he felt that his father had probably already checked it, so he didn't need to check it again, especially since he didn't understand these equipment.

"You're keeping so much gold at home, aren't you afraid of losing it?" Uncle Zhou laughed.

"I'm not afraid." Jiang Yanming shook his head again.

With a retired martial arts master at home, and surrounded by experts like Uncle Li, Uncle Zhou, and Uncle Chen, it would be a huge joke if the house were to be burgled again.

"What about the equipment in the car?" Li Kun asked.

Jiang Yanming was in a dilemma. The equipment in this vehicle was quite valuable, and if it were to be stolen, it would be a huge problem.

"Let's just leave it here," Jiang Yi said. "It's safer here. Ah Ming can drive it out in batches himself. Large trucks are more likely to be checked."

Li Kun shrugged slightly, thinking to himself, "It would be strange if it weren't checked. If this truck were really on the road, it would be intercepted in no time, after all, it was driven back from the military technology sector."

Jiang Yanming felt much relieved that the problem was solved, but transporting the equipment out would be another troublesome matter.

"Alright, that's all for today." Jiang Yi stood up and said, "Thank you all for your help."

"No problem."

"It's nothing."

"Then you two, father and son, can talk."

Li Kun and the others took their leave.

"Ah Ming, let's talk." Jiang Yi gestured for Jiang Yanming to close the door, then turned and walked upstairs.

"Okay." Jiang Yanming locked the door and followed his father upstairs.

The two went up to the living room on the second floor.

"Have a seat." Jiang Yi sat down first. "You should know that these weapons and equipment are controlled items in the Four Nations Alliance. Once they are used, it will be no small matter."

"Yes, I know." Jiang Yanming nodded.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if your friend used these devices, and then got caught and betrayed you?" Jiang Yi asked.

"No, it won't happen." Jiang Yanming shook his head.

"You trust him that much?" Jiang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"He won't be caught," Jiang Yanming replied calmly, adding in his mind, "I wouldn't act unless I was absolutely certain, and if I don't act, I won't be caught."

"If you encounter any difficulties, you can tell me," Jiang Yi advised. "Your Uncle Li, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Chen, and I will all help you."

"If I encounter any difficulties that I cannot resolve, I will definitely ask my father for help," Jiang Yanming said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi stared at Jiang Yanming for a moment, then smiled knowingly: "Alright, let's change the subject. Do you know Ling Heng?"

"Ling Heng? Ling Heng, the councilor of the Martial Arts Alliance?" Jiang Yanming asked in surprise.

"It should be him," Jiang Yi nodded.

"We met once at the martial arts school," Jiang Yanming said. "He was in charge of vetting me, and we chatted for a bit."

"What did he say to you?" Jiang Yi asked.

"They didn't say much... but he did say something strange, something about how it sounded like..." Jiang Yanming frowned. "Father, do you know him?"

"I know your name, but we've never met," Jiang Yi said calmly. "I have nothing to say; you can figure it out yourself."

Jiang Yanming nodded slightly and returned to his bedroom.

Back in his bedroom, he locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought.

"Did Father guess that my so-called friend doesn't exist...?" Jiang Yanming lowered his eyes and thought to himself, "That's right. A reclusive master like Father has experienced things that are not ordinary people, and his wisdom is even more extraordinary."

He had lived with his father for twenty-four years. Even though he was a time traveler, it was enough for his father to understand his personality. After all, the two were not much older than each other, and he had to pretend to be a child.

Not to mention, Jiang Yanming, this time traveler, lived in an era in his previous life where there was no life-and-death intrigue and backstabbing.

"It's really strange that Father asked about Councilor Ling Heng, but he's never even met him." He frowned slightly. "Judging from Councilor Ling Heng's attitude towards me, he doesn't seem to have any grudge against Father; on the contrary, it seems like they have a past relationship."

"I don't know enough information, I'd better not think about it anymore." Jiang Yanming shook his head and thought to himself, "If I encounter Councilor Ling Heng in the future, I can ask him directly."

With his thoughts back in order, Jiang Yanming sat down at his desk again, turned on his computer to research and write his thesis. Before he could successfully see his professor off on his deathbed, he had to be a diligent and studious student, at least on the surface.

……

Time passed quickly, and it was the morning of May 14th, 348 AD.

Jiang Yanming woke up from his sleep and immediately felt something inside him. It was a very strange feeling, as if something was flowing inside him.

He raised his hand to cover his forehead to prevent himself from having a fever and being delirious, but when he touched his forehead, he felt something hard hitting it.

Looking up, Jiang Yanming discovered that he was wearing a simple silver ring on his right index finger.

boom!

When he saw the ring, it was as if a thunderbolt struck his mind, and a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed to his head, causing it to throb with pain.

After a while.

Jiang Yanming came to his senses and stared at the ring on his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"A cultivator's storage ring?" He muttered incredulously, his voice barely audible. "Am I a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, or perhaps a lucky one who inherited part of the legacy of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator?"

In my memory, he was a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, at the bottom of the entire cultivation world, only slightly stronger than those who had just entered the early to mid-stage Qi Refining realm.

The cultivation realms in the entire cultivation world are divided into Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and the legendary Divine Transformation.

With no Nascent Soul stage cultivators born in the cultivation world for nearly ten thousand years, Nascent Soul stage cultivators are already top-tier beings, with lifespans reaching as long as a thousand years.

Jiang Yanming, however, possessed great fortune. He unexpectedly activated a family heirloom ring that had been passed down for thousands of years, obtaining a portion of the inheritance from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator and acquiring a storage ring that even Golden Core cultivators would covet.

"Cultivators of immortality from fantasy novels, martial artists from mystical worlds, demon hunters from fantasy, plus my urban-sci-fi world..." Jiang Yanming thought to himself, "With all these elements combined, how insane will this world become?"

To date, Jiang Yanming has seven identities.

First, a transmigrator from another world.

Second, the people of the Divine Martial Kingdom in the southern district of Moon Island.

Third, the future shareholders of the Victoria Group.

Fourth, the acting head of the Jingtao Martial Arts School.

Fifth, the impoverished Tiger Witcher.

Sixth, retired assassins from the Blood Rain organization.

7. Cultivators who inherit the legacy of Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Wait... I am now a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, and my abilities include flying on a sword, killing enemies on a sword, and low-level spells such as Fireball, Spring Rain, Wooden Vine, and Water Gun..."

Jiang Yanming recalled his various abilities, and his eyes lit up. This is what it means to be a cultivator!