Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Ding’s words threw Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan into a tumultuous whirl.

Did the sleep succeed?

Like in a science fiction novel, we have survived to a future of tens of thousands of years?

We’ve become ancient people?!!

Lin Wanqiu was dumbstruck.

”Oh yeah!”

”I knew my Yuanyuan was naturally adept at lying flat!”

”I said it back then, even if I do nothing, I can become a high-level cultivator. Eating and waiting for death might still make me invincible in the world! Who dares to defy?”

Jiang Yuan shouted excitedly, nearly jumping up.

”Oh right, brother, can I just casually become a Golden Pill Monk?”

”As your sister, I shouldn’t just cap at Foundation Establishment, should I?”

Jiang Yuan looked at Jiang Ding with bright eyes.

In her memory, her brother was a Golden Pill Monk, a very strong one, who by now has become a Nascent Soul Cultivator or even stronger.

As the sister of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, not being able to effortlessly reach Golden Pill is unreasonable! It’s just not reasonable!

Golden Pill?

The surrounding Xianmen cultivators were taken aback.

That was indeed a long-lost memory, needing a moment to recall in the Sea of Consciousness to find associated words.

”Don’t worry.”

”You should be able to.”

Jiang Ding smiled, no longer urging them to excel like before: ”Let’s go home first, you can ask the Central Array Spirit Computer any questions you have, or go online... But it seems you both need to supplement your Divine Sense internet license, and update your registration, permits, and such.”

”The time has been a bit long.”

”Mom, anyway, let’s go home now.”

Jiang Ding approached and pulled both of them up, dragging them home.

”Mm!”

Jiang Yuan and Lin Wanqiu nodded vigorously.

However, upon seeing the two extremely beautiful and ethereal fairies standing next to Jiang Ding, both women were slightly stunned.

This was the second time that female cultivators appeared next to Jiang Ding.

The last time seemed like two girls named Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan, this time it’s two different people, who looked very intimate.

Instinctively, out of some feminine intuition, Lin Wanqiu looked towards Fusang, patted her son’s head, and said displeasedly: ”Dingding, introduce the young ladies.”

Really lacking in manners.

”Sure, I was just about to introduce them to you, Mom.”

”This is Fusang.”

Jiang Ding pulled the very nervous Fusang, speaking casually: ”She is my... wife.”

Wife?

Wife!!!

Fusang’s face immediately turned beet red, dazed, stammering: ”Mo...Mother... No, ah... Aunt, I I I... I... I’m Fusang...”

Her speech was unusually tangled.

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan’s eyes instantly lit up, looking at Fusang with gentler expressions.

How pitiable!

Since their memory serves, Jiang Ding was always single, never had a clear girlfriend, much less suddenly appearing with such a pretty, noble girl, clearly born extraordinary.

”Hello.”

”No need to be nervous.”

Lin Wanqiu took Fusang’s hand and said gently.

”Hello, sis-in-law!”

Jiang Yuan greeted sweetly.

”What about this young girl?”

Lin Wanqiu looked towards another girl, slightly shorter, even shorter than Jiang Yuan, but very cute, almost like a minor.

This made her a bit worried and somewhat guilty.

Although chaotic private lives among high-tier cultivators aren’t unheard of, as long as consenting without breaking laws nothing can be said, polygamy isn’t uncommon... But from a mother’s perspective, it’s somewhat awkward.

”This is Gong Caiyu.”

”Mom, sister, she’s my Chief Maiden.”

Jiang Ding introduced: ”Jiang Yuan, Gong Caiyu should be the same age as you or a year older. While you were idly coasting through junior high, she was already very exceptional.”

”Remember to learn from peers.”

Gong Caiyu is a few years younger than Jiang Ding, she met him during his senior year in high school.

”Chief Maiden?!!”

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan froze.

They recognized those words, understood them, but completely didn’t know what they meant.

”Hello, Aunt.”

”Hello, Jiang Yuan.”

Gong Caiyu bowed: ”I am the Master’s Chief Maiden, should you have any reasonable and legal requests in the future, please command me.”

”Ah...”

”Um... hello...”

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan were somewhat uneasy; they seemed to understand; this fairy was perhaps not an Immortal Sect citizen, spawning many doubts.

”Let’s go home.”

Jiang Ding smiled, dragging both away.

With one step, a blur passed before their eyes, transforming the barren Xianmen secret realm into their familiar home, all little aspects of it becoming fragments of past life.

Jiang Yuan and Lin Wanqiu instantly relaxed.

”Mom, sister, are you hungry?”

”What do you want to eat?”

Jiang Ding asked them. Their tastes hadn’t changed, still favoring the same dishes.

Clang!

A sword’s ring resonated.

The Taiqing Flying Sword unsheathed, headed afar.

The hearts of Gong Caiyu and Fusang instinctively raced, almost immediately entering battle mode.

But the next moment, they were dumbfounded.

The Taiqing Flying Sword, an overpowering Immortal Sword that slaughters billions, was busily shuttling between the market and kitchen, buying vegetables, washing dishes, scrubbing pans, stir-frying... ceaselessly busy.

Soon, a delicious aroma wafted over, causing involuntary salivation.

No doubt, this was peak culinary dexterity, peak deliciousness of the human world!

A Human Emperor cooking personally, how fantastic is that?

Even more fantastical was that terrifying Flying Sword — this weapon engrained in the Heavenly Dao of the Endless Starry Sky — had turned into a diligent cook, bustling in the kitchen, laying tablecloths, preparing meals with unmatched skill.

It was downright bizarre!!!

Would be incredulous to tell the tale.

In contrast to Fusang and Gong Caiyu’s shock, Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan seemed utterly normal, as if far accustomed.

Having been away from home for so long, both returned to their rooms, discovering everything unchanged, exactly as when they left, even clothes and shoes left untouched as if this prolonged sleep was merely an afternoon shopping trip.

This calmed their hearts, starting to adapt to fresh new living.

After a busy spell, the Taiqing Flying Sword presented dishes to the table, turning into a deep-blue bonsai centerpiece, awaiting cleanup with a diligent appearance.

Years later, the family ate together again.

”Mom, sister, what are your plans from now on?”

”Anything you wish to do?”

Jiang Ding continued, eating: ”Going forward, things shouldn’t be too hectic. Cultivation won’t need too much attention, you can do what you wish, be happy.”

”We’ll see, I still don’t know what the future will be like...”

Lin Wanqiu looked a bit lost.

Jiang Yuan seemed somewhat distracted.

While eating, she picked up her phone, connected to the Central Array Spirit Computer, beginning to delve into the history of Xianmen after her slumber.

War...

Supreme Great Sun Sword Fairy...

Human Emperor...

Fusang Empress...

Three hundred million years after...

One staggering historical keyword after another appeared.

Thud!

Jiang Yuan’s body stiffened.

The phone in her hand had unknowingly slipped, staring incredulously at the green-clothed youth calmly eating with chopsticks before her.

”Ah!!!!!!!”

”Mom!!!!!!!!”

Jiang Yuan screamed: ”Jiang Ding’s turned into a monster!”