Chapter 384: The Great Pure Flying Sword Becomes a Chef

After the two left, the house suddenly felt empty and vast.

The Great Pure Flying Swords crisscrossed in the room, slicing through beams of azure sword light to wash dishes, mop the floor, and summon water flows to rinse the bowls, chopsticks, and tables.

Within a few breaths, the house became tidy as new.

"Go visit Grandpa and Grandma."

Jiang Ding did not fly; he leisurely went downstairs, waited for the bus, and took a vehicle to his grandmother's home several kilometers away, keeping the elders company in conversation while carefully using his magic power to regulate their bodies.

Grandpa and Grandma are now old and no longer live alone.

Uncle Lin Yong's family moved in to live with them, and Lin Lin Yuanwang is also there, helping to care for the two elders.

"How is the Foundation Establishment preparation going?"

Jiang Ding used the Wan Hua Ci Yuan Sutra's electromagnetic magic power to flow into Grandma's meridians, gradually removing pigments, impurities, and diseased cells that had accumulated from postnatal movement and eating, while casually asking.

The theoretical lifespan of mortals is one hundred and twenty years.

But that is merely theoretical; if an ordinary person has not suffered serious injuries in their youth, their lifespan is only around one hundred, and even those with innate potential or Qi Refining cultivators do not reach one hundred and ten.

The closer one reaches the limit, the weaker the life source becomes, and even the slightest disturbance from the outside world can cause the entire organism to collapse.

"It is done."

Lin Lin Yuanwang took a deep breath: "In at most two years, my magic power will be polished to its limit; the Foundation Establishment Pill, spiritual medicines, and preparations in all aspects have reached their peak; fifty-nine is also one of the most suitable ages for Foundation Establishment."

"My own feeling is that the hope is great."

"Keep it up."

Jiang Ding encouraged him.

"If Lin Yuanwang can also achieve Foundation Establishment, our family will have two Foundation Establishment cultivators in one generation."

Grandma smiled so widely her mouth wouldn't close: "Our old Lin family has never been this prosperous in eight generations; the most our ancestors ever reached was the peak of Qi Refining, yet now two have emerged at once."

"Who said that?"

Grandpa Lin Gang, who was watching TV, became somewhat displeased.

"My grandfather told me that twenty or twenty-seven generations ago, our Lin family even produced a Nascent Soul cultivator who participated in the battle that destroyed the Great Sun Sword Pavilion three thousand years ago; we can count ourselves as descendants of a famous family."

"That is such an old calendar."

Grandma rolled her eyes at him: "If you go back that far, which immortal sect hasn't produced a high-level cultivator? My Zhao family also produced a Jin Dan cultivator, you know, and almost ascended to Nascent Soul."

"Haha, you are both right, both right."

Jiang Ding also laughed.

If you really went digging like that, every single family would be descendants of high-level cultivators.

After finishing with Grandma, he switched to Grandpa; the whole family chatted, and by the time they finished, it was lunchtime.

"Uncle, Grandpa, what would you like to eat?"

Jiang Ding extended his divine sense, covering everything within an eight-kilometer radius, carefully scanning the spiritual food markets in various places to compare which vendor's vegetables and meat were the freshest.

On top of that, he compared which was the cheapest, then considered factors like the roles of ingredients (sovereign, minister, assistant, guide) and the mutual generation and restriction of the five elements.

"Crystal Pork Trotters!"

"Braised Spiritual Crab Paste!"

Uncle Lin Yong and Grandpa Lin Gang did not stand on ceremony, drooling as they listed the dish names.

Over this past month, they had eaten almost every famous dish from various regions.

No need to worry about not knowing how to cook.

How else could they call him the top scholar of the immortal sect? No matter what dish, after failing at most three times, he could produce a high-quality spiritual food that was highly nourishing and health-preserving, and he did it quickly.

"You two old men really don't stand on ceremony."

Grandma patted Lin Yong's head and said herself: "Is 'Boiled Cabbage in Clear Broth' okay? I've heard of it many times."

"Mm, no problem."

Jiang Ding sent his divine sense into the network, searched for relevant tutorials, mentally simulated the process once, and his four-times-peer Foundation Establishment divine soul gave him a huge advantage in this area.

"What about Auntie and Brother Lin Yuanwang?"

Compared to Grandpa and the others, Lin Lin Yuanwang and Auntie were more polite, usually feeling shy about ordering people around.

"Braised Shark Fin!"

"Braised Conch!"

Lin Lin Yuanwang and Auntie felt their saliva unconsciously secreting.

"Wait a moment."

Having confirmed the targets, Jiang Ding moved his divine sense.

Within the eight-kilometer radius, accompanied by the notification sound of 'xx received xx yuan', fresh ingredients from various markets spontaneously floated up, flew toward the sky, and drew the surprised gazes of many customers.

The shop owners were used to it; after a month, they had gotten accustomed to it.

Ingredients not available nearby were arranged for air freight, arriving within ten-plus minutes as long as the shipping fee was sufficient.

In a short while, shark fin, conch, spiritual crab, green onions, ginger, garlic, and other spiritual ingredients flew in from the window and into the kitchen; the Great Pure Flying Swords also flew out from between his eyebrows and followed into the kitchen.

Then came the clattering and banging sounds.

Shortly after, a rich aroma wafted out.

Lin Lin Yuanwang watched with unblinking eyes, especially gazing for a long time at the azure flying sword that had once been famous inside and outside the immortal sects.

He found it hard to believe that under its sword blade, several candidate Dao Sons of the Black Tortoise Sky Palace had lost their heads, and countless true transmission Foundation Establishment lives had perished.

It looked completely like a super virtuous housewife, without a trace of killing intent.

Clang!

A sword cry came from the kitchen.

"Spiritual material processing requires fire, correct?"

Jiang Ding understood: a point of dantian, a flame of gray-blue interlaced with one or two golden threads, emitting a faint, terrifying aura of spell-breaking and magic-destroying power, appeared in his hand and flew toward the kitchen.

Foundation Establishment Heart Fire.

Something all Foundation Establishment cultivators possess, often used for refining pills and forging artifacts; handling spiritual food also fits the bill.

Thirty-odd minutes later, accompanied by a rich fragrance, the azure flying sword busily dragged plate after plate to the table: crystal ham knuckles, clear-braised spiritual crab roe, water-boiled cabbage, and more, filling a large table.

The portions were not large.

Moreover, the spiritual power contained within was gentle; even mortals could consume it without harm, and it would instead nourish the body with a continuous stream of subtle spiritual power.

"Little Yong, let the two of us have a few cups."

Grandpa Lin Gang, his face flushed with health, beckoned to his son.

"You two are drinking again..."

Grandmother's face darkened, and Aunt also looked displeased.

Even Uncle Lin Yong, relatively young in years, was now an eighty-year-old man and could not withstand such indulgence.

"This..."

Grandpa Lin Gang gave a sheepish smile and cast a pleading glance over.

"Grandmother, it has no effect on the body."

Jiang Ding smiled: "With me here, there will be no problem, and the same for Uncle."

Grandfather's usual hobbies were not many,

and drinking was one of them.

To give it up just for the sake of health preservation would be a great pity.

Although he did not drink, he could understand such feelings.

"Really?"

Grandmother hesitated somewhat.

"Really."

Jiang Ding strained to open his eyes wide, letting Grandmother see the sincerity in them.

"Alright."

Grandmother's heart seemed to melt at once; she pinched his cheeks and rubbed them: "Don't act cute. Fine, I'll allow the two of them to drink. With our grandson here, what could possibly happen?"

"Haha!"

"Come, take a sip."

Overjoyed, Lin Gang deftly poured himself a cup of wine, and Lin Yong did the same.

"Ding Ding, you have some too."

Lin Yong clinked glasses.

"Mm, alright."

Jiang Ding poured himself a glass of water, quietly listening to Uncle and Grandfather boast, occasionally chiming in with a few words.

When the conversation turned to topics of interest, Grandmother, Aunt, and Lin Lin Yuanwang also joined in, making the scene very lively.

He would stay until evening, waiting for Lin Lin Wanqiu and Jiang Yuan to arrive here; only after the whole family had eaten dinner and reached the time to rest would he return to the apartment in the residential complex.

In fact, there was no difference between that place and this one; both were within the range of his divine sense, allowing him to project his divine sense and magic power at any time. Any matter arising here could be handled immediately.

The entire day passed in this manner.

Time,

flowed on unnoticed, and several months passed.

(End of this chapter)