My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God

Chapter 122: Ten Million Incense Points, Jing Taizong

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Ziyu stood by a window and quietly looked at the heavy rain outside with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Over the years, he had aged very quickly. At seventy years old, he was no longer as dignified as before. He was like an ordinary man in his twilight years.

“So you’re right. You are the destiny of Great Jing.”

Jiang Ziyu smiled and muttered. He began to recall his glorious life, and it was all thanks to his father.

Perhaps it was time to leave.

Jiang Ziyu thought to himself.

An hour later, Jiang Changsheng disappeared into thin air while the heavy rain continued to expel the scorching heat from the ground.

On the other side, Jiang Changsheng’s figure appeared above the states in Qian Province and began to Summon Wind and Rain, bringing heavy rain to the citizens of the Qian Province.

Within the courtyard.

Jiang Changsheng was currently cultivating. The ones he sent out were all just clones. After all, Great Jing was too big. He could use the Summon Wind and Rain Divine Power, but he could not cover the entirety of Great Jing. Therefore, he sent out 72 clones and spent two days getting his other clones to find a suitable location to pray for rain. Then, he would take turns to pray for rain so that his clone technique would not be exposed. At most, the world would think that the Dao Ancestor was very fast.

Even the Sword God and Jiang Jian did not know that Jiang Changsheng was hiding in his room.

The heavy rain continued for half a day. After the rain passed and the sky cleared, the entire city cheered.

In the next few days, Jiang Changsheng’s avatar continuously cast Summoning Wind and Rain, allowing the 72 states to obtain enough rain. This miracle was also made known to the surrounding dynasties. The entire land of Great Jing was amazed by the ability of the Dao Ancestors. From then on, more and more commoners and martial artists burned incense for the Dao Ancestor at their homes.

In the mountain forest, Qi Yuan and a group of disciples stood in front of the newly built Daoist temple, enjoying the rain.

“It’s really raining! The Dao Ancestor is indeed an immortal!”

“Master, you’re right. The Dao Ancestor is not bragging.”

“Amazing. It rains just like that. We are forty thousand miles away from the Si Province! ”

“Trust the Dao Ancestor. War will not continue. Fate is on our side!” “So, other than martial arts, there are really immortal arts in this world.”

Listening to the sighs of his disciples, Qi Yuan recalled the scene of Jiang Changsheng moving the mountain that day.

Witnessing Jiang Changsheng uprooting Martial Peak with his own eyes was even more shocking than witnessing him lifting the mountain and moving it forward.

From that day on, Jiang Changsheng was like an immortal god in Qi Yuan’s heart.

Qi Yuan was overwhelmed with emotions and said, “With the Dao Ancestor protecting us, your will must be firm. In the future, when the world is peaceful, we will obtain great merit and become immortals after our death.”

The disciples cheered in unison, their fighting spirit high.

Three days later.

Jiang Changsheng disappeared from the house and appeared under the Earth Spirit Tree.

When Jiang Jian and Bai Qi saw him, they immediately became excited and went over to inquire about the situation.

“Grandmaster, did the whole Great Jing get rain?” Jiang Jian asked expectantly.

Jiang Changsheng nodded slightly. This was the first time he had consumed so much spiritual energy. All his clones dissipated after their spiritual energy was depleted and did not return.

When Jiang Jian heard that, he was over the moon.

Bai Qi wanted to lick Jiang Changsheng’s boots, but Jiang Changsheng pressed a finger on her forehead, stopping her from not moving forward.

The Sword God stood not far away and could not help but ask, “May I ask if that is a martial arts technique or an immortal technique?”

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, “There are no immortal arts in this world. When your realm is higher, you can do it too.”

The Sword God was relieved. As long as it was not an immortal technique, he still had hope of catching up.

His gaze became fiery as he began to look forward to the progress he would have if he followed Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng said again, “Summoning wind and rain is also a kind of will of heaven and earth. Think about it.”

Hearing this, the Sword God was moved. He immediately walked to the corner and meditated.

Senior had given him pointers.

Jiang Jian was also deeply stimulated and began to train. All of a sudden, he felt that the Golden Body realm was not enough. His goal was the Universe realm, no, a realm higher than the Universe realm!

For the next half a year, Jiang Changsheng prayed for rain every month to help Great Jing tide through this scorching heat.

It was not until the end of the year that snow fell from the sky and the calamity finally passed. Autumn was directly squeezed out.

“In the 49th year of the Qianwu Era, after half a year of the millennium drought, you have successfully survived the calamity and obtained a survival reward—Array Formation Record.”

As expected, there was another survival reward to be earned!

The same was true of the last thousand-year snow disaster.

Jiang Changsheng was in a good mood as he silently received the Array Formation Record. The Array Formation Record was a textbook for immortal cultivation arrays, and it could teach him how to build arrays. The Array Formation Record recorded hundreds of arrays, but they were all basic auxiliary arrays. Although the arrays did not have any powerful destructive power, it was enough for Jiang Changsheng.

In the past half a year, Jiang Changsheng’s incense value had skyrocketed, and the increase far exceeded any increase in incense value in the past. After all, he had used Summoning Wind and Rain in the 72 states more than once, so the citizens naturally regarded him as a god.

By the end of the year, his incense points had exceeded ten million. In other words, millions of people had burned incense for him in half a year. This number was already terrifying, and it was enough to show his prestige in Great

Jing. This was still burning incense. Most of the people who admired Jiang Changsheng were busy with their livelihood and practicing martial arts, so they did not have the time to burn incense for him.

The increase was still ongoing!

50th year of the Qianwu Era.

Jiang Changsheng brought Jiang Jian to visit Jiang Ziyu. Jiang Ziyu had already met with the other princes, and Jiang Xiu was also present.

Jiang Ziyu, who was lying on the bed, was incomparably weak. Seeing him like this, Jiang Jian was very flustered. He laid by the bed and asked about his condition.

Jiang Ziyu patted Jiang Jian’s head and looked at Jiang Changsheng. He said weakly, “Father… I am unfilial. I have to go first…”

The moment he said that, Jiang Jian widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Changsheng in disbelief.

How was that possible…

Grandmaster was actually his grandfather?

What was going on?

Jiang Changsheng came to the bed and used Rejuvenation to let Jiang Ziyu recover some strength.

Soon, Jiang Ziyu felt some strength return to him and slowly sat up from the bed. He stretched and lamented, “Father is still the best.”

Jiang Changsheng asked, “Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?”

He only had one son, so naturally, he could not bear to part with him.

Jiang Ziyu smiled and said, “It’s already an extravagant hope to see Great Jing unify the world. I can’t possibly let you cast an illusion technique on me, right?

Haha.”

Jiang Jian was still In shock. He turned to look at Jiang Xlu and found that ne was calm. He realized that his brother had already known the truth.

“You two should go and have a chat. I want to have a private chat with your grandfather,” Jiang Ziyu waved his hand and said.

Jiang Xiu immediately pulled Jiang Jian to the side hall.

Jiang Changsheng sat by the bed. Seeing this, Jiang Ziyu could not help but lie on his lap, just like when he was young. Even though Jiang Changsheng still looked eighteen years old and he looked like he was going to pass away, in his heart, Jiang Changsheng was always a mountain that could let him drop all his defenses and disguises.

“Father, I suddenly miss Mother. She has been watching over me since I was young. I still remember one time when I quarreled with Jiang Zihan. Jiang Zihan called for a group of people to beat me up, but Mother suddenly appeared..

Jiang Ziyu quietly recounted what he wanted to say. Jiang Changsheng listened attentively and gently touched his back, just as he did in Longqi Temple dozens of years ago.

The former Little King Wei had grown into the Great Jing Emperor that shocked the world. He had also accomplished great achievements that no one had not seen in thousands of years.

Jiang Ziyu’s life could be considered perfect. When he was young, he turned the tide for the dynasty. When he was in his prime, he conquered the land. At the end of his life, he worked hard and did not make any mistakes.

Jiang Changsheng was also very proud of Jiang Ziyu. Even though he supported Jiang Ziyu, it was only in the face of powerful enemies. The good governance of the dynasty was naturally due to Jiang Ziyu’s hard work. The hard work involved was not something ordinary people could imagine.

The father and son chatted for a long time. In the end, Jiang Changsheng left, leaving Jiang Jian to accompany his father.

In July, the Emperor passed away and died at the age of 71. The Crown Prince,

Jiang Xiu, succeeded the throne, and the people of the world wept.

Only the citizens of the thirteen prefectures were aware of Jiang Ziyu’s contribution and could not bear to part with him.

When Jiang Ziyu died, Jiang Changsheng silently sent him 200,000 incense points to bless him, wishing him to have better talent in his next life.

This year. Tiang Changsheng was exactly a hundred years old. This year also marked the 100th year Great Jing had stood tall. He stood in front of a cliff and silently sent his son away.

Jiang Jian returned to Longqi Temple and became even more diligent than before. He learned that it was not easy for Great Jing to conquer the world, so he had to shoulder the responsibility of protecting it.

September.

Jiang Xiu successfully ascended the throne. From next year onwards, his era name would be changed to Rende. Following Jiang Ziyu’s will, he was conferred the title of Taizong and given the posthumous title of Jing Taizong.

Under the moonlight.

Jiang Changsheng sat on a tree branch and looked at the prosperous capital. He recalled his hundred years of life. Enemies, old friends, family, and enemies floated past his eyes. He felt sad, carefree, depressed, and helpless.

All kinds of emotions transformed into a firm Dao heart.

The sea and fields had changed. His old friends had passed away one after another, so he had to work harder to cultivate.

Only by continuing to live could he prove the existence of those he cared about. This was also his original intention. Other than his unlimited lifespan, he also pursued being invincible!

When he was absolutely invincible, he might be able to break through the restrictions of heaven and earth and create Immortal Dao and Immortal Gods. On top of that, he would be the absolute ruler of Immortal Gods.

This was only a distant goal. When he was truly invincible, he could do whatever he wanted. But right now, he still had to work hard.

It was not bad to be the pillar of Great Jing.

He no longer protected Great Jing for the sake of his family, but to repay the people who believed in him. Since he was the god in the hearts of the people, how could he not benefit the people? This was also a win-win situation. Of course, he was doing this for the sake of his people, not for everyone.

Bai Qi lay on the ground and quietly looked at him.

Jiang Jian was training.

The Sword God hugged his sword basket on the eaves and sent his thoughts to the bright moon. He also had his own old friends.

Just like Jiang Changsheng, he would never be affected by old relationships. He would only turn his yearning into motivation to move forward and pursue more strength.

In the first year of the Rende Era, a new emperor would naturally have a new atmosphere.

At night, Jiang Changsheng visited Mu Lingluo in her dreams. This year, Mu Lingluo was almost eight years old.

The dream was of Mu Lingluo standing in front of a huge waterfall practicing her swordsmanship. At such a young age, her moves were already very fierce. She was much stronger than Ping’an, Jiang Jian, and Huang Chuan when they were the same age. When she swung her sword, there was actually Sword Qi.

This girl was really…

She was training in martial arts even in her dreams!

Jiang Changsheng stood by the lake and watched quietly.

All of a sudden, Mu Lingluo caught a glimpse of Jiang Changsheng, and her face immediately lit up with joy. She immediately leaped to Jiang Changsheng’s side, raised her head, and curiously asked, “Brother Changsheng, I haven’t dreamed of you for half a year.. Where have you been for the past six months?”