Chapter 2324: Jiang Yuan Says She Is the Eldest Princess

Ahhhhh!

A sharp scream tore through the air, ringing in the ears.

The blue-clad youth and two extremely beautiful girls opposite Jiang Yuan reacted very calmly.

Especially Fusang and Gong Caiyu.

They enjoyed their food with lingering delight, someone secretly storing some dishes and rice, intending to make them into sealing treasures for eternal preservation.

Ah?

The only one reacting normally, Lin Wanqiu, looked bewildered.

Ahhhhh!

Ahhhhh————Mom————Mom————

Jiang Yuan screamed like a marmot, nonstop, body trembling, convulsing like epilepsy, the household in utter chaos.

Thud!

"Shut up, too noisy."

Jiang Ding casually tapped her.

"Oh."

She finally fell silent.

Mom!

"Let me tell you, Jiang Ding is over three million years old this year!"

"Over three million years old ahhhh!"

"His age surpasses the entire human history of our mother planet—this guy is completely an ancient monster, a living fossil, as eternal as the stars—"

Jiang Yuan waved her phone wildly, speaking incoherently.

"Over three million years—"

Lin Wanqiu froze.

She took the phone and slowly flipped through the immortal sect's history after her slumber, soon becoming immersed.

The Ancient God Domain War, the Bei Dou Star Domain War, the Unification of the Infinite Starry Sky War—war after war, tens of thousands of years passed, the mortal realm unknown how many generations of living beings have died and been reborn, palaces already ruined and decayed, rivers already changed course, mountains already collapsed.

Yet, the war of living beings in that epic myth continues.

Only now has it just come to a temporary end.

A long while.

"Dingding,"

"How many times have you been hurt? Does it hurt?"

Lin Wanqiu asked, her eye sockets slightly red.

"Does it hurt————"

Jiang Ding stared.

His chewing motion stopped.

How many years has it been since someone last asked him if it hurt?

Probably close to three to four million years.

In the eyes of the world, even in the eyes of such distant elders, in the eyes of women like Fusang and Gong Caiyu, a sword cultivator's injury is not something worth mentioning, let alone whether it hurts.

This is not something a sword cultivator needs to consider, so no one has ever said such a thing to him before.

The last time, when he was young, the one who asked him this was probably her?

Over all these years, such a special person, the one who asks him this.

Are all her.

Always have been her.

"Mom, you're asking me if it hurts?"

"Let me think————"

Jiang Ding did not give a casual answer, thought seriously for a long while, then affirmed: "It should not hurt, Mom."

"I am the strongest living being of this era."

"My talent, my personal will surpass all ancient and modern, there is a certain inevitability of becoming emperor on me, as long as luck is not too bad, and I am not targeted by super-powerful beings when too young, I have a good chance to rise."

"————Saying all this, Mom, I want to say, I am different."

"Therefore, I truly do not feel pain, or rather, pain sensation is not something overly painful for me, unable to make me feel uncomfortable."

"This is the truth, not comforting you."

Jiang Ding concluded.

"Arrogant!"

"What strongest being of the era, what talent surpassing all ancient and modern————shameless!"

Lin Wanqiu rolled her eyes, tapped his head.

Saying this, her inner discomfort indeed eased considerably—this child of hers is indeed special, undeniable, so being different from others is reasonable.

"How have you gotten through these years?"

"Have you been lonely, desperate, sorrowful?"

Lin Wanqiu recalled those recorded cruel and brutal wars in history, heartbroken, and asked again.

"To be honest, these are nonexistent, or extremely rare."

"Mom, war, slaughter, for me is a very important life pleasure, rarely any boredom."

Jiang Ding showed a reminiscent expression, said: "Precisely because of these enemies, my life is full of delightful unknowns and variables, enabling moments of passionate fervor."

"It can be said that, in the past years, I spent them very happily."

"

,,"Are you happy?"

Lin Wanqiu was somewhat speechless.

She seemed, unintentionally, to have given birth to a perverted son.

She felt somewhat happy, proud, and proud in her heart.

Throughout history, there have been many great figures, many great historical figures she learned about in her studies that she had to look up to, but none of them compare to her own son.

"That's quite good."

"I thought you were like the male leads in TV dramas, burdened with deep hatred and sorrow, needing to revive relatives and wives, suffering every day, desperate, tears streaming down your face, and so on."

Lin Wanqiu felt somewhat embarrassed.

"There's no such thing."

"These are all made up by screenwriters."

Jiang Ding laughed and said: "We were originally a family; when a family succeeds, we succeed together; when it fails, we die together. This is naturally the way it should be, because we are a family—there is no regret or unwillingness."

"This isn't a game of competing over who loves whom more."

"Where is there any pressure? Where does one need to bear anything?"

"If you don't even have this bit of self-regulation, constantly draining your spirit day after day, lamenting spring and autumn, wallowing in grief and hatred—how could you accomplish anything great?"

"Forget it, I can't argue with you."

Lin Wanqiu gave her son a sideways glance, and there was nothing left to worry about.

Her son was simply a pervert—there was nothing to worry about at all; he could self-regulate in any situation, and there was absolutely no spiritual exhaustion.

"Mom!"

"Baidu says Jiang Ding is the Human Emperor!"

"Human Emperor, ah!"

Jiang Yuan had no such delicate thoughts, excited to the point of trembling, shouting loudly: "Mom! Looking at it this way, from a logical standpoint, I should be the Eldest Princess of the Immortal Dynasty!"

"Eldest Princess, ah!"

"Princess!"

"Mom, I've become a princess!"

Jiang Yuan jumped up, excitedly pacing back and forth in the room, walking to and fro, completely unable to calm down.

"Hmm."

"Yuanyuan is indeed the Eldest Princess."

Fusu said with a smile, confirming it.

"Mom!"

"Look, the Emperor and Empress even said so!"

Jiang Yuan laughed so hard her mouth twisted, unable to close properly, silly and giggly, a total female loser.

She had read the Baidu Encyclopedia entry on the Human Emperor from cover to cover, naturally also read the entry on the Human Emperor's wife, and knew Empress Fusu.

"Watch your image!"

Lin Wanqiu found it hard to bear watching.

These two siblings, clearly blood-related and only a few years apart in age, yet the difference between them is so vast it's incalculable, making one almost doubt they're truly siblings.

"Mom! Don't meddle in the affairs of the Eldest Princess!"

"Eldest Princess, ah!"

Jiang Yuan excitedly rubbed her hands like a fly, saying: "I want to bully men and dominate women, I want a group of guards and maidservants, I want a huge palace, I want lots and lots of money and spirit stones, I want countless servants, true dragons, phoenixes, immortal cranes—I want all of these—"

She fell into various chaotic fantasies, occasionally giggling foolishly.