Everyone Is Cultivating Supernatural Powers, Why Am I The Only One Cultivating Immortality?

Late at night, Jiang Li sat on the hotel bed, consolidating the realm of Foundation Building.

He had booked a suite, and Kangna was excitedly watching a movie in the living room, apparently planning to stay up all night.

Exhaling a mouthful of spiritual energy, Jiang Li concluded this round of cultivation.

Breaking through to Foundation Building had given him a comprehensive boost in combat power. Whether it was physical abilities or spiritual power, Jiang Li believed he was not weaker than a demigod.

At least in terms of spiritual power, Jiang Li believed he was several points stronger than the spiritual power displayed by Sun Ding that day. This was the strength to surpass the Immortal Dao Foundation Building!

Not to mention that he had also unlocked two seals of the Qing Frost Sword, and now the sharpness of the Qing Frost Sword was comparable to a Gold Core Dao Weapon.

Currently, the Sun family only had Sun Ding as a demigod and more than twenty Saints.

However, some speculated that the previous head of the Sun family might still be alive. This former head of the family had retired from the public eye due to old age twenty years ago, and his strength might be even greater than Sun Ding's!

Jiang Li had learned all these rumors from Dao Xuan, whose information channels were naturally rich as a Dao Child of the Heavenly Dao Academy.

Although Jiang Li had not met Dao Xuan many times, the conversation they had in Zhongzhou that day made Jiang Li trust this person who always repaid kindness. Jiang Li was quite confident in his judgment of people.

A family with two demigods, the Sun family was truly an apex-level family in Jiangbei. If it were just him alone, he might have to be somewhat wary. But now, with Kangna's help, what did two demigods matter!

Now he only lacked an opportunity, an opportunity to deal with the people of the Sun family in one fell swoop!

As he pondered, a mechanical female voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding, release a short-term mission. Three days later, the Sun family will hold a memorial service for Sun Ziyang. Hinder the progress of the memorial service! The system will issue rewards based on the host's performance!]

Sun Ziyang's memorial service. Jiang Li couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's really like asking for trouble. The memorial service for the family's young master, the big shots of your Sun family are probably all going to be there.

Sun Ding, you old dog, I not only want to kill your son Sun Ziyang, but I also want to turn over his ashes!

Three days later...

The streets of Guicheng, Jiangbei, were filled with white flags, and almost everyone on the streets was dressed in black and white, with solemn expressions.

Today was the memorial service for Sun Ziyang, the young master of the Sun family. Although Sun Ziyang was arrogant and notorious, he was after all the legitimate son of the Sun family. With the Sun family's status in Jiangbei, no one in the entire city dared to wear colorful clothes.

In the center of Guicheng, the square of the Sun family's mansion was crowded with people. On both sides, there were bands responsible for playing funeral music, members of the top families in Jiangbei who were close to the Sun family, and the Sun family's own members. In total, there were about a hundred people.

In the middle of the square, wreaths surrounded a delicately packaged urn placed in the most conspicuous position, with Sun Ziyang's black and white portrait next to it.

The couple, Sun Ding and his wife, stood in the crowd to deliver their eulogy for their son.

In their mouths, Sun Ziyang was gentle in character, friendly to others, exceptionally talented, and even when he met an old lady on the road, he would help her cross the street. Even the Virgin Mary would feel inferior upon seeing him, as he was the future pillar of humanity.

Most of the people familiar with Sun Ziyang were thinking: Who the hell are you talking about? Besides sharing the same name, what does he have to do with your son?

Although everyone thought this way, they all listened to the speech with a sad expression.

After the couple finished their speech, the guests all sighed with a heavy heart:

"Sun Ziyang, the talented nephew, if he were alive, would definitely have become another demigod for the Sun family. It's a pity that he fell victim to the hands of thieves."

"Yes, it's truly a case of jealousy from the heavens."

"Why did such a kind-hearted person like Sun's nephew receive such treatment? It's unfair!"

Sighs filled the air.

"Hmph." Sun Ding snorted coldly and said, "My son befriended the daughter of the Divine Maiden of Jiangdong, and the thief was jealous, so he targeted my son."

"But when the thief realized he was no match, he used the Divine Maiden's daughter as a hostage to threaten my son. My son was eager to save her, but he didn't expect to fall into the thief's ambush. Alas!"

As Sun Ding spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, as if feeling sad for his son's kindness.

"How despicable of that thief. Who is he? Has he been punished?" a guest asked.

Everyone pricked up their ears. They had only heard that Sun Ziyang had been killed in Jiangdong, but they knew nothing about the murderer, and they couldn't help but be curious at this moment.

"Just a nameless thief, not worth mentioning. I have already killed him in Jiangdong!" Sun Ding's demigod pressure flashed as he spoke.

Everyone present couldn't help but feel a chill. Regardless, as long as Sun Ding, this pillar of the family, was there, the Sun family would not decline!

Demigods have long lifespans, and he could completely raise another son.

Some had been thinking that if even the legitimate son couldn't be protected, perhaps the Sun family was declining. At this moment, they all dispelled that thought.

The Sun family was still the incredibly powerful Sun family! Sun Ziyang's death had no impact on the Sun family's formidable strength at all! This was the thought of everyone present.

Sun Ding sneered inwardly. How could he not know what these people were thinking? He had gathered them here for this memorial service to make them reconsider their own worth and dispel any unrealistic thoughts.

With a few chimes of the bell, several high monks shouted in unison:

"Send the deceased on his way!"

At the same time, various musical instruments such as sheng, xun, bo, suona, and bamboo flute began to play.

Accompanied by Sun Ziyang's urn and portrait, the crowd walked out of the Sun family's gate.

The procession had begun.

The entire Guicheng knew that today was Sun Ziyang's memorial day, and the streets were almost empty, with hardly any people in sight.

Halfway through the procession, a tall and a small figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

The tall figure was a handsome young man, and the small figure was a child wearing a mask.

Both were dressed in bright red clothes, and the handsome young man even wore sunglasses.

The young man carried a square object on his shoulder, the purpose of which was unknown.

The bright red clothes of the two figures stood out amidst the black and white procession.

Sun Ding's face showed anger, and he was about to send someone to remove these troublemakers.

The young man placed the huge square object on the ground, and everyone then realized that it was a sound system.

To the shock of everyone, a huge song began to play, echoing through the entire street.

"Today is a good day~~"

"All the things you wish for will come true~~"

"......"

As Sun Ding's face grew colder, the young man in bright red slowly took off his sunglasses.

"Oh, Sun old dog, why do you look so unhappy?"