Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery Chapter 222 213 How Can the Future Heavenly Monarch's Mother

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

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

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 cos 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 redy.

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

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

"The battlefield..."

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

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 thods?

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 outco,

As long as it doesn't break the laws of the Xiann 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 hotown.

"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 ho.

With so 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 ho.

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 seed no one had passed through in a long ti.

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

He had his cultivation for company.

With his sister gone, she had nothing left.

Thud!

The sound of sothing falling from a pocket.

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

"Mom, long ti 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 when you ca 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 re 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 ti, 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.

"Xiann'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 rembered the at and vegetables she had just bought at the door, hurriedly picked them up and, complaining, said: "So surprise, not enough at and vegetables bought, I need to run to the supermarket again, how long will you stay this ti?"

"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 , the cultivation won't be delayed."

Jiang Ding explained simply.

This was true, he could return to the Second-Order Top-Grade Spiritual Vein anyti—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 Departnt has a five-year term, a half-year vacation is quite normal, don't confuse it with regular departnts, Mom."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then it's fine."

Benefiting from the good impression established before, Lin Wanqiu believed him, and her smile instantly blood 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 at and vegetables slipped from Lin Wanqiu's hand, flying into the kitchen autonomously, as a kitchen knife ca out of its sheath, chopping at 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 thod 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 so 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 beco a workshop leader, earning a considerably higher salary.

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

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

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

"Not bad, I could score around four or five hundred points, nearly the sa 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 al, 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-proclaid future Heavenly Monarch, forever looking like a sixteen-year-old youth.