Chapter 2325: Beautiful Dreams Shattered, Still an Ox and Horse

Jiang Ding is silly.

This guy has already started fantasizing about the historical deeds of famous princesses like Princess Gaoyang and Princess Le'an from history, thinking he can learn from his predecessors how to live a good princess life.

Dong!

"These things don't exist at all, don't think too much about them."

Jiang Ding tapped her head lightly, as if playing the zither.

"Ah?"

"Really doesn't exist?"

Jiang Yuan froze for a moment, then burst into tears, turning to look at Fusu: "Sister-in-law, look at him! As a senior princess of the immortal dynasty, you tell me—are my demands excessive?"

"Excessive?"

She sobbed.

"Excessive, huh."

"Yuanyuan."

Fusu said somewhat unwillingly.

She empathized deeply.

In this era, the immortal dynasty has no imperial family, so there are no royal members, and naturally no senior princess exists. This little guy's life of eating and waiting to die, lying flat completely, then being surrounded by servants, living a life of supreme nobility—none of it exists.

"Ah?"

Jiang Yuan froze.

Then she instantly stopped all her sniffling, let out a long sigh.

A look of having seen through the red dust of the world, desolate.

"So, brother, do I still have to work a job?"

"In the future, become a 996 ox and horse?"

Jiang Yuan spoke weakly.

"Really smart."

"No wonder you're my little sister."

Jiang Ding showed a smile, comforting: "996 isn't that bad—everything follows the immortal sect labor law. Based on my experience, if a person has no job, no labor, after a brief indulgence in pleasure, they will fall into emptiness and despair, life dull and unhappy."

"The ancients said, labor is social meaning—this makes sense."

"So you need to have your own things to do. I can support you eating and waiting to die, but you won't be happy—there's no way around that."

"No! No no no!"

"Brother!"

"You're wrong—I'm really happy eating and waiting to die."

Jiang Yuan tried to struggle.

"Oh?"

"You mean,"

Jiang Ding narrowed his eyes slightly: "Little Yuanyuan, are you questioning a Wu Jin Kong Kong human emperor's judgment on human nature?"

"Sure?"

"No."

"Everything obeys Your Majesty's arrangement!"

Jiang Yuan said helplessly.

At this moment, she seemed to see countless lives of extravagant luxury, magnificent splendor, servants and handsome boys in droves—each growing a tiny wing, flapping away from her, never to return.

"Yuanyuan, give up."

Lin Wanqiu tried hard not to laugh as she watched the two.

After the family finished eating, the Taibai Flying Sword, restored from its bonsai state, appeared with a pleasant sword hum, swaying as it cleared bowls and chopsticks, the table, then flew toward the kitchen with a pile of dishes, occasionally emitting a sword hum like a humming tune, leaving Fusu and Gong Caiyu stunned.

This human emperor's murderous weapon is a bit too proficient, isn't it?

After everything was cleaned up and the house became neat and tidy, the family agreed to go out for a walk, talking about the many changes over these years.

Jiang Yuan, as before, held the Taibai Flying Sword bonsai in her arms, looking left and right.

"After leaving our neighborhood, the outside world has changed so much!"

Jiang Yuan exclaimed in amazement.

All kinds of buildings, public facilities, buses, robots flying past the roadside, strange flowers and plants, celebrities on billboards—everything differs from their era. Often, if not asking the Central Array Spirit Computer, she wouldn't know where the bus is, what it looks like—everything feels novel.

"Our neighborhood here is an antique, nostalgic-style residential area."

"Still quite competitive, housing prices are high."

Jiang Ding laughed.

This isn't him talking nonsense or secretly controlling things—there's simply not that much free time.

Since ancient times, rarity makes things valuable. Compared to various modern buildings, Fu Lin Residential Area here has a prime location and renovation style that are very retro, so many people like it.

"But the people here are still the same."

"No different from many years ago."

Lin Wanqiu felt somewhat emotional.

The people around—elders with children, families of three, groups of running children—this is all no different from many years past.

No matter how much time flows, the people of Shen Zhou, human emotions, remain the same.

This makes her feel very close.

"Mom, Jiang Yuan, you first adapt for a while, then consider going to elementary school."

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, then said.

"Elementary school?!"

Jiang Yuan's mouth opened wide.

"You didn't mishear."

"It's elementary school."

Jiang Ding said with a grin: "Are you underestimating me?"

"In the immortal sect, under me and many predecessors, many talents, immortal Dao technology has advanced rapidly, long surpassing the past. What you learned back then is outdated, and many immortal Dao principles are even wrong. To adapt to society, one must start from elementary school."

"Interact more with citizens of this era, lest you feel lonely and develop psychological issues."

As for his mother and sister, the Human Emperor had a clear judgment.

They cherished their irreplaceable kin, but they were also ordinary mortals, likely unable to endure loneliness like many immortal Dao monsters.

"... Alright."

"You're impressive, you're right."

Jiang Yuan sighed helplessly.

The family toured the current immortal sect, unknowingly arriving near Rongcheng Cemetery.

Here, things remained largely unchanged, for this is where the Human Emperor's kin are buried.

The atmosphere felt somewhat gloomy.

Several people passed layer after layer of tombstones, finally arriving before their grandparents' tombstone, beside which stood Uncle Lin Yong's family of three.

Time flew like a shuttle, hastening past, yet these tombstones remained as they were.

No moss, no overgrown weeds, the tombstones had not collapsed or weathered, remaining exactly as they were for many years, unchanged in the slightest.

This is the Human Emperor's will.

"Dingding,"

"I remember many years ago, perhaps around the time you took the college entrance exam, when my mother said, 'In ten thousand years, if our kin still exist in this world, how wonderful that would be.'"

"Now, reality far surpasses what my parents imagined back then in beauty."

Lin Wanqiu felt somewhat sorrowful, sighing softly.

Time is the good medicine for healing sorrow.

After so many years, she has let go of her grandparents' passing, now merely feeling reflective.

"Yes."

"Does the six paths of reincarnation exist, then?"

Jiang Ding said uncertainly: "If there is reincarnation, my grandparents must have already undergone countless cycles, so there's no need to worry—each person has their own life."

"Uncle and the others are surely the same."

During their idle chat, Fusang and Gong Caiyu brought out incense and candles they had prepared at some unknown time, to offer sacrifices to the two elders.

This is clearly an immortal sect custom, or perhaps a tradition spanning over three million years; it's unknown how they came to know of it.

The first day of Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan's recovery passed just like this, plain and uneventful.

The days that followed were similarly plain yet fulfilling.

The family lived together for several years; after Jiang Ding confirmed the two relatives could integrate into modern immortal sect life, he returned to the Supreme Yang Heavenly Pivot, leaving only an incarnation here, while his true body occasionally comes to mooch meals and cook.

The Human Emperor began devoting more time and energy to the Great Dao.

(End of chapter)