Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

After the two left, the house suddenly felt spacious and empty.

The Taiqing Flying Sword zigzagged through the room, casting strokes of azure sword-light, washing dishes, mopping the floor, and summoning streams of water to rinse the tableware and tables.

In a few breaths, the house was as tidy as new.

”Let’s go see grandma and grandpa.”

Jiang Ding didn’t fly, instead, he calmly walked downstairs, waited for the bus, and rode several kilometers to his grandmother’s house to chat with the elderly and meticulously regulate their bodies with mana.

Grandma and grandpa were getting old and no longer lived alone.

Uncle Lin Yong and his family had moved in to be with them, and Lin Yuanwang was also there, helping to take care of the two elders.

”How goes the preparation for foundation building?”

Jiang Ding, channeling the electromagnetic mana from the All-transforming Magnetic Origin Sutra into grandma’s meridians, slowly removed some pigment impurities and diseased cells that had built up from postnatal activities and diet, asking casually as he worked.

The theoretical life expectancy of a mortal is one hundred and twenty years.

But that is just in theory. A normal person who has not suffered serious injuries in youth usually lives around a hundred years, while Xiantian cultivators and Qi Practitioner rarely reach one hundred and ten.

As one approaches their limit, the life essence weakens, and even a slight disturbance can lead to the collapse of the entire system.

”It’s ready.”

Lin Yuanwang took a deep breath. ”In at most two years, my mana will be polished to the limit. The preparation of Foundation Building Pill, elixirs, and other aspects are also at their peak. Fifty-nine is also one of the most suitable ages for building the foundation.”

”I feel very hopeful about it.”

”Keep it up.”

Jiang Ding encouraged him.

”If Yuanwang can also build his foundation, our family will have two foundation builders.”

Grandma couldn’t stop smiling. ”Our Lin family hasn’t been this prosperous in eight generations, at best reaching the peak of Qi Practicing, but now we might have two at once.”

”Who says?”

Grandpa Lin Gang, who was watching TV, seemed a bit displeased.

”My grandfather told me that twenty-seven or twenty-eight generations ago, our Lin family even produced a Nascent Soul Monk, who participated in the battle to destroy the Great Sun Sword Pavilion over three thousand years ago. Our family can be considered the descendant of a distinguished lineage.”

”That’s ancient history.”

Grandma gave him a look. ”According to you, what family in Xianmen hasn’t produced a high-level cultivator? My Zhao family also produced a Golden Pill Monk, and was nearly promoted to Nascent Soul.”

”Haha, both are correct,”

Jiang Ding laughed along.

If everyone were to trace their ancestry that far, every household would be descendants of high-level cultivators.

Having finished treating grandma, he then moved on to grandpa. The family chatted as they went along, and before they knew it, it was lunchtime.

”Uncle, grandpa, what would you like to eat?”

Jiang Ding expanded his Divine Sense, covering every place within an eight-kilometer radius, meticulously scanning the spirit food markets to compare which vendors had the freshest vegetables and meat.

On this basis, he also considered which were the cheapest, taking into account the harmonies and balances of the sovereign, minister, assistant, and messenger ingredients, as well as the generation and inhibition of the Five Elements.

”Crystal Braised Hoof!”

”Clear Broth Spirit Crab Powder!”

Uncle Lin Yong and Grandpa Lin Gang weren’t shy, drooling as they called out their desired dishes.

This past month, they had nearly tried all the famous dishes across the lands.

There was no need to worry about not being able to cook them.

How else would one be called the Xianmen Sect’s top scholar? No matter the dish, it would take at most three failed attempts before he could produce a spirit food of good quality or better, nourishing and health-enhancing, and done quickly to boot.

”You two elders are really forthright,”

Grandma smacked Lin Yong’s head and then said herself, ”Can we have Boiled Cabbage? I’ve heard about it many times.”

”Sure, no problem.”

Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense connected to the network, searching for related tutorials. He silently went over the steps in his mind—his Divine Soul was four times stronger than that of his same-stage peers, giving him a huge advantage in this area.

”What about auntie and Yuanwang?”

Compared to grandpa and the others, Lin Yuanwang and auntie were a bit more reserved, not accustomed to asking others to do things for them.

”Braised Shark Fin!”

”Braised Sea Snails!”

Lin Yuanwang and auntie found themselves involuntarily salivating.

”Just a moment.”

Having identified his targets, Jiang Ding’s Divine Sense acted.

Within an eight-kilometer radius, accompanied by the alert ’Amount XX credited,’ fresh ingredients from various markets began to levitate, soaring into the sky and attracting surprised gazes from many patrons.

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The bosses were used to it by now, having become accustomed over the past month.

If local ingredients were unavailable, they’d arrange for air freight, which could deliver within ten to fifteen minutes, as long as the shipping fee was covered.

Before long, shark fins, sea snails, spirit crabs, scallions, ginger, garlic, and other spirit ingredients flew in through the window and into the kitchen, followed by the Taiqing Flying Sword, which flew out from between the brows and entered the kitchen as well.

Then came the clanging and banging sounds.

Soon after, a rich aroma wafted through the air.

Lin Yuanwang watched intently, especially fixated on the Azure Flying Sword, renowned throughout the Xianmen Sect both inside and out, for a long while.

He could hardly believe that beneath it had been the severed heads of several Xuanwu tiangong’s reserve Taoist disciples and the vanishing lives of countless true heritage Foundation-building disciples.

It had the appearance of extreme domesticity, devoid of any murderous intent.

Clang!

A sword’s ring sounded from the kitchen.

”Does processing spiritual material require the right kind of fire?”

Jiang understood, pointed to his Elixir Field, and a tuft of bluish-grey flame with strands of gold, faintly carrying a terrifying aura capable of breaking and eliminating laws, materialized in his hand and flew towards the kitchen.

Foundation-building Heartfire.

Something all Foundation-building cultivators possessed, often used in Alchemy and Artifact Refining, and quite suitable for processing spirit food as well.

After about thirty minutes, accompanied by the strong fragrance, the Azure Flying Sword bustled about, dragging plates filled with dishes like Crystal Braised Hoof, Clear Broth Spirit Crab Powder, Boiled Cabbage, and others onto the table, filling it completely.

The portions were, however, quite small.

And the Spiritual Power contained within was mild enough that even mortals could consume without issue; it would instead continuously and subtly nourish the body with spiritual energy.

”Xiaoyong, let’s have a few drinks,” said Elder Lin Gang, with a ruddy face, calling out to his son.

”You two are drinking again...”

The grandmother’s expression darkened, and the aunt was also displeased.

Even though Uncle Lin Yong was relatively young, he was now an eighty-year-old man and couldn’t withstand such antics.

”This...”

Elder Lin Gang gave a sheepish smile and looked for help.

”Grandma, it won’t affect the body,” Jiang reassured, smiling. ”I’m here, no problem, and the same goes for Uncle.”

Grandpa’s hobbies weren’t many,

but drinking was one of them.

It would be a pity to give it up for the sake of health.

Though he didn’t drink, he could understand the sentiment.

”Really?”

The grandmother was somewhat hesitant.

”Really.”

Jiang strained to open his eyes wide, showing the sincerity in them to his grandmother.

”Alright then.”

The grandmother’s heart seemed to melt at once, pinching his cheek and giving it a rub, ”No acting cute, fine, I’ll let the two of them drink. With my grandson here, what could go wrong?”

”Haha!”

”Here’s to it.”

Elder Lin Gang was overjoyed, nimbly pouring himself a cup of wine, as did Lin Yong.

”Dingding, join us.”

Lin Yong clinked his glass.

”Mhm, alright.”

Jiang poured himself a cup of water and quietly listened to his uncle and grandpa boast, chiming in from time to time.

When the conversation turned to something of interest, the grandmother and aunt, as well as Lin Yuanwang, also joined in, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

He planned to stay until the evening, until Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan arrived, and the whole family had dinner and rested before returning to his home in the residential area.

Actually, there was no difference between here and there – both were within the range of Divine Sense, and he could instantly project Divine Sense and Mana in case anything needed to be dealt with here.

The entire day passed in this way.

Time,

flowed by imperceptibly, and several months passed.