Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Jiang Yuan is a bit silly.

This guy has already started fantasizing about historical deeds of famous princesses like Princess Gaoyang and Princess Le’an. She’s thinking of learning from the predecessors how to live a princess’s life well.

Thunk!

”These things are completely nonexistent, don’t overthink it.”

Jiang Ding casually taps her on the head as if he’s playing the piano.

”Huh?”

”Nonexistent things?”

Jiang Yuan is stunned, then starts crying, turning to Fusang: ”Sister-in-law, look at him! As a grand princess of the Immortal Dynasty, tell me, are my demands excessive?”

”Is it excessive?”

She sobs tearfully.

”Excessive, indeed.”

”Yuanyuan.”

Fusang says with a bit of reluctance.

She empathizes with her.

In this era of the Immortal Dynasty, there is no royal family, no royal members, naturally there is no grand princess. This little one completely lies flat, living a life of eating and waiting for death surrounded by servants, with a status as noble as can be nonexistent.

”Huh?”

Jiang Yuan is stunned.

Then, she instantly puts away all her sobbing, letting out a long sigh.

Looking desolate as if having seen through the mundane world.

”So, brother, I still have to work?”

”Will I become a 9-9-6 workhorse in the future?”

Jiang Yuan asks weakly.

”You’re really clever.”

”Just like my sister.”

Jiang Ding smiles, comforting, ”9-9-6 isn’t likely, everything is according to Xianmen’s labor laws. Based on my experience, if a person has no job, doesn’t work, after a brief indulgence of pleasure, they’ll fall into emptiness and despair, life becomes gloom.”

”Ancients said that labor is social significance, and that’s true.”

”So, you need to have something of your own to do. Although I can support you if you laze around, you won’t be happy, that’s unavoidable.”

”No! No, no, no!”

”Brother!”

”You’re wrong, I am truly happy living with eating and waiting for death.”

Jiang Yuan tries to struggle.

”Oh?”

”You mean,”

Jiang Ding’s eyes slightly squint: ”Yuanyuan, are you questioning a Human Emperor from the Endless Starry Sky’s judgment of human nature?”

”Are you sure?”

”No.”

”I’ll obey His Majesty’s arrangements in everything!”

Jiang Yuan says helplessly.

At this moment, she seems to see countless luxurious, splendid lifestyles with crowds of handsome servant guys growing little wings, flapping far away from her, never seen again.

”Yuanyuan, give up.”

Lin Wanqiu watches the two, holding back a laugh.

After the family finishes eating, the Taiqing Flying Sword rises from its bonsai form, appearing with a pleasant sword hum, wobbling as it tidies up the bowls and table, then whisking them off to the kitchen with a stack of dishes, occasionally humming sword sounds like singing, leaving Fusang and Caiyu amazed.

This Human Emperor weapon is excessively skillful.

Once everything is cleaned up and the home is tidy, the family sets out for a walk, talking about many changes over the years.

Just like before, Jiang Yuan holds the Taiqing Flying Sword bonsai in her arms, looking left and right.

”Once we leave our community, the outside world has changed so much!”

Jiang Yuan exclaims.

All sorts of buildings, public facilities, buses, robots flying by the roadside, peculiar flowers and plants, celebrities on billboards, etc., are all different from their era, many times without asking the Central Array Spirit Computer, she doesn’t know where the bus is or what it looks like, everything is new.

”Our home’s community has an ancient nostalgic style.”

”It’s quite competitive, the housing prices are high.”

Jiang Ding says with a laugh.

This isn’t him just talking or secretly manipulating, there’s not that much free time.

Since ancient times, things are treasured for their rarity, compared to various modern buildings, Fulin Community’s location and decoration style are very retro, so many people quite like it.

”But the people are still the same.”

”No difference from many years ago.”

Lin Wanqiu says with some emotion.

The people around, the elderly with children, families of three, groups of running children, all of this is unchanged from many years ago.

No matter how much time flows by, people and their emotions in the human world are always the same.

This makes her feel quite close.

”Mom, Jiang Yuan, you guys adapt for a while first, then think about going to primary school.”

Jiang Ding thinks and says.

”Primary school?!!”

Jiang Yuan opens her mouth wide.

”You didn’t hear wrong.”

”It really is primary school.”

Jiang Ding laughs, teasing: ”Do you underestimate me?”

”Thanks to me and many predecessors, many talented individuals developing, Immortal Technology has advanced rapidly, far exceeding the past, the things you learned back then are outdated, even many Immortal Path principles are wrong, if you want to adapt to society, you must start learning from primary school.”

”More contact with citizens of this era to avoid loneliness and developing psychological issues.”

To his mother and sister, the Human Emperor has a clear judgment.

They are irreplaceable precious kin but also ordinary people, fearing they can’t tolerate loneliness like many Immortal Path monsters.

”...Alright.”

”You’re impressive, your words are right.”

Jiang Yuan sighs helplessly.

After seeing the current Xianmen, their steps unknowingly arrive at the vicinity of Rongcheng City Public Cemetery.

There’s not much change here as well, because this is where the Human Emperor’s relatives are buried.

The atmosphere seems a bit heavy.

They walk past rows of tombstones, finally arriving at the tombstone of their grandparents, beside them are Uncle Lin Yong’s family of three.

Time flies, fleeting, yet these tombstones remain.

No moss, no overgrown weeds, the tombstones haven’t toppled or weathered, exactly as they were many years ago, without the slightest change.

This is the Human Emperor’s will.

”Dingding,”

”I remember years ago, it seems it was when you were in high school, my mom said, a thousand years later if our kin remain in the world, how wonderful would that be?”

”Now, reality far surpasses what my mom and dad thought back then.”

Lin Wanqiu says somewhat sadly, sighing lightly.

Time is a good remedy for grief.

After so many years, she’s come to terms with the loss of her grandparents, now she’s just reflective.

”Indeed.”

”The Six Dao Reincarnation should exist, right?”

Jiang Ding says uncertainly: ”If there’s reincarnation, grandpa and grandma must have reincarnated countless generations, so there’s no need to linger, everyone has their own life.”

”Uncle and they must be the same.”

As they chat idly, Fusang and Caiyu bring incense sticks and candles, offering them to the two elderly.

This is evidently a custom of the Xianmen, still practiced for over three million years, though it’s unclear where they learned it from.

Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan’s first day of revival passed so peacefully.

The days afterward were equally plain and fulfilling.

The family lived together for several years, Jiang Ding confirmed his two relatives could integrate into modern Xianmen life, then returned to the Supreme Great Sun Day Pivot, leaving a clone here, occasionally coming back for meals and cooking.

The Human Emperor began to spend more time and energy focusing on the Great Dao.