Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 222 - 213 How Can the Future Heavenly Monarch’s Mother be Ordinary and Mediocre_1

"Little sister, when will you ever come to realize?"

After seeing off Jiang Yuan, Jiang Ding flew alone in the sky, sighing after a long time.

He certainly didn't believe that a girl of eighteen or nineteen could see through the cycle of life and death and then laugh it off without any lingering concerns.

It was nothing more than studying being too bitter and wanting to escape, then self-deceivingly finding a reasonable excuse for it.

It was very normal.

Years of studying, with only one hour of rest per day—many people's willpower collapsed, unable to bear it, wanting to escape. That is human nature.

But it does not fit with cultivation!

If you don't have it, you just have to watch helplessly as your lifespan comes to an end.

"There's nothing that can be done."

Jiang Ding mused to himself.

If there is a lack of resources, he can provide; if the aptitude isn't there, there will be chances to change that in the future.

But if there's no desire to learn, there is no remedy.

"Take her to the nursing home to have a look, to volunteer in the community?"

"Or perhaps to the hospital, the funeral home, to see life and death up close?"

"The battlefield..."

Many ideas surfaced in Jiang Ding's mind, but he wasn't optimistic about the outcomes.

So many Immortals of Golden Pill and Immortals of Nascent Soul have children who turned out to be failures—didn't they know of these methods?

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But the results were as they are.

"Do the best we can."

Jiang Ding shook his head and enrolled her in a course to improve and relax her cultivation heart, where there were professional teachers for psychological counseling.

No matter the outcome,

As long as it doesn't break the laws of the Xianmen Sect, he will provide the best conditions for his family.

...

The train started up and then stopped again.

Dozens of minutes later, Jiang Ding returned to the familiar hometown.

"The first sixteen years of life..."

Jiang Ding's eyes filled with a distant look, and he didn't fly but walked along the streets, lingering long at every corner, every brick and stone.

Unconsciously, he arrived at the door of his home.

With some trepidation, he took out the key he always carried with him and gently opened the door.

Neat.

That was Jiang Ding's first impression of his home.

Desolate.

That was the second, more firmly imprinted impression, deeply etched into his heart.

After a long silence, he walked into the house and gently wiped near a window, his hand coming away covered in dust.

Divine Sense spread out, painstakingly inspecting the place where he had lived for so long.

Everywhere except for the couch, dining table, bedroom, and bathroom was covered in a thin layer of dust—it seemed no one had passed through in a long time.

Compeltely different from eight years ago.

"Mom, how have you been getting by all these years?"

Jiang Ding asked with a complicated look.

This was the first time he had left his hometown to live on his own, and so had his mom. For so many years, it was the first time she was alone; even in the most difficult times, he had been with her.

He had his cultivation for company.

With his sister gone, she had nothing left.

Thud!

The sound of something falling from a pocket.

Lin Wanqiu appeared at the door without notice, staring blankly at the young man by the window.

"Mom, long time no see."

Jiang Ding said with a smile.

Whoosh~

Like a gust of wind, Lin Wanqiu ran over and hugged him tightly, as if to squeeze him into her embrace.

"Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

After a while, Lin Wanqiu finally let go of her grip and wiped the tears from her eyes, laughing and scolding.

"I wanted to give you a surprise."

Jiang Ding smiled, touched Lin Wanqiu's face, and then looked at her hair and sighed, "It's only been eight years, and Mom seems to have aged a bit."

"Only eight years!"

Eight years, a mere single session of cultivation for many cultivators.

"Who's like you, no change at all after eight years, like a fairy."

Lin Wanqiu rolled her eyes: "For an ordinary mortal like your old mother, eight years is a long time, okay? It's enough to get married, have a child, and send them to kindergarten."

"Mom is not ordinary."

Jiang Ding smiled, as if the sound of sword ringing flashed by.

"Xianmen's Talent of Sword, the future Nascent Soul Cultivator, mother of Lord Jiang Ding—how could she be an ordinary person?"

Lin Wanqiu snorted a laugh, amused by him.

"Look at the way you talk, still going on about Lord Jiang Ding!"

As her emotions settled, she remembered the meat and vegetables she had just bought at the door, hurriedly picked them up and, complaining, said: "Some surprise, not enough meat and vegetables bought, I need to run to the supermarket again, how long will you stay this time?"

"Half a year."

"Half a year?!!"

Lin Wanqiu turned her head in surprise, then pinched Jiang Ding's ear: "Say that again?"

"Really, half a year, I wasn't expelled, nobody will expel me, the cultivation won't be delayed."

Jiang Ding explained simply.

This was true, he could return to the Second-Order Top-Grade Spiritual Vein anytime—cultivation would never get delayed.

He was just lacking the teachers' assistance in absorbing and learning new Immortal Path knowledge and turning it into foundation, which would greatly reduce efficiency. The original plan was to stay only two months.

However, after seeing the white hairs and wrinkles on Lin Wanqiu's head and face, Jiang Ding changed the plan.

"The Cultivation Department has a five-year term, a half-year vacation is quite normal, don't confuse it with regular departments, Mom."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then it's fine."

Benefiting from the good impression established before, Lin Wanqiu believed him, and her smile instantly bloomed more beautifully than flowers, letting go of Jiang Ding's ear.

"No need to buy vegetables either, I don't eat much."

With a move of Divine Sense,

the meat and vegetables slipped from Lin Wanqiu's hand, flying into the kitchen autonomously, as a kitchen knife came out of its sheath, chopping meat on the cutting board, and onions and ginger were also cut into sections and slices.

Additionally, seven or eight small tornadoes appeared, vacuuming up like vacuum cleaners, gradually sucking up the dust from the floor and tabletop, as the house underwent various changes quickly.

"I didn't see your sword, is this Divine Sense?"

Lin Wanqiu was astonished.

"Surprised, Mom?"

Jiang Ding casually said: "Isn't it stranger for a future Nascent Soul Cultivator to only start changing to a Cultivation Method and possessing mana and Divine Sense after so long?"

"Yeah, got it, Nascent Soul Cultivator."

Lin Wanqiu spoke as if she were appeasing a child.

Ten minutes later, stir-fried pork with celery and cold cucumber salad were served on the table, even the rice was cooked to perfection within minutes using electromagnetic mana.

Serving dishes and chopsticks, pouring water.

Jiang Ding recounted some of the experiences and people he had encountered over the years, and then listened carefully to Lin Wanqiu's experiences.

In these years, her skill in the Technique of Inscribing Half Magic Tools had grown and she had become a workshop leader, earning a considerably higher salary.

Even though they had talked about these things many times on the phone before.

"Mom, how were your cultural course grades in high school?"

Jiang Ding symbolically ate some food, then put down his chopsticks and asked.

"Not bad, I could score around four or five hundred points, nearly the same as your senior high school's first term... but my Martial Dao Aptitude was worse, couldn't study further, why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

After the meal, with a thought of Divine Sense, pots and pans were automatically cleaned, and the house was tidied up.

The two watched television together.

Halfway through, Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly, instinctively falling into a cultivation state.

"You..."

Lin Wanqiu smiled to herself, not going downstairs for a walk after dinner as usual, propping up her cheeks and quietly watching the self-proclaimed future Heavenly Monarch, forever looking like a sixteen-year-old youth.