Chapter 18: The Whole Family Turned into Daddy’s Admirers

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The midsummer night was filled with brilliant starlight, and even the breeze carried a hint of warmth. Jiang Xu, supporting his aching old back, sat beneath the spirit tree in the small courtyard and lay down. Today’s toxin purge had been particularly intense, even a cultivator’s body was struggling to endure it.

He paced back and forth throughout the night, not wanting to disturb the children. The breeze in the courtyard was pleasantly cool but not cold, and above him, a little raccoon-like servant was snoring softly, providing a gentle background melody.

As dawn gradually brightened the sky, a man dressed in a green robe sat upright, bathing in the morning sun, meditating and cultivating. Just then, Song Liyao, who had just come out from the inner room cradling a nursing infant, saw this strikingly handsome figure in meditation.

She gazed at her husband’s face, which seemed to radiate divine light in the morning sun, exuding a celestial, almost ascetic aura, like a god holding a drooping lotus. Her heart involuntarily pounded wildly.

Jiang Haohai was also stunned, looking at his incredibly handsome father with a pang of disbelief. Had the immortal water truly transformed his father so drastically? His mother was becoming more formidable, but his father was becoming more and more handsome...

Now truly a handsome father, Jiang Xu ceased his cultivation and opened his eyes, revealing lashes as black as crow feathers, each lash distinct, his eyes sparkling brightly with a radiant smile as he spoke to his wife:

“Awake?”

Song Liyao’s heart was already racing wildly from amazement; her face flushed warmly. Clutching the little bundle, she hurriedly fled back into the inner room. She could no longer bear her husband’s current appearance!

It was definitely because of the dragon’s gallstone he took yesterday. Now her husband’s complexion was rosy, his spirit vibrant, clearly well-nourished with abundant qi and blood. Before, he had looked weak and sickly, his body always cold.

She liked this husband. In her past life, she must have done many good deeds and accumulated great blessings to be able to marry him. She was truly content.

Jiang Yunyun finally crawled out of bed, rubbing her drowsy eyes and twisting her hips. Last night had been far too noisy, with constant sounds all night, leaving her barely any rest.

Just as she stepped out into the courtyard from the inner room, she noticed a man with delicate features, unfamiliar yet somehow familiar, sitting in their small courtyard. Rubbing her eyes, she realized this man was none other than her father.

“You… you’re my father? But that can’t be right, my father shouldn’t have a full brother, right?”

Jiang Xu gave a wry look, speechless, and glanced at his unlucky child before saying grumpily,

“You’re still sleepwalking early in the morning!”

Song Liyao looked at her stunningly handsome husband’s worried expression, then pulled him back toward the inner room.

“Husband, this is too obvious. We should be cautious and make you look less handsome!”

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Jiang Xu nodded, seeming resigned to let her style him as she pleased.

Jiang Haohai watched his mother smear something as white as putty over the beautiful father’s face, finding the result rather odd and out of place.

Jiang Xu sensed his wife’s awkwardness and took the brush from her hand.

“It’s fine. Leave the rest to me!”

He wiped his face clean again, staring momentarily at the somewhat familiar face in the mirror, lost in thought for a second.

But it was only a fleeting moment; no trace remained on his face as he skillfully prepared himself.

Since childhood, he had often styled himself, probably because his face looked different from his mother’s. He imitated his younger brother’s mannerisms, often dressing up to appear more like him.

He hoped to resemble his brother more so that his mother would gradually like him.

Song Liyao, seeing her husband revert to his usual handsome but unremarkable appearance, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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At the Jiang Residence, in the courtyard of Grandmother Jiang.

Several young maids were busy with their tasks in an orderly fashion—fetching water for Grandmother Jiang, tidying her night basin, sweeping fallen leaves in the yard.

The morning meal was already prepared. One by one, the maids carried bowls of translucent, fragrant delicacies into the courtyard.

There was meat from the nine-headed red spirit snake and dishes named “Dragon Emerges from the Sea”—all highly nourishing ingredients that could prolong life, invigorate meridians, and increase spiritual energy.

Meanwhile, Jiang Mo, still in her chamber meditating, had reached a critical stage in her cultivation. Since her spiritual root had transformed, her progress had accelerated drastically. Grandmother had told her she was still a bit weaker than her unfilial eldest uncle and that she needed to practice diligently.

However, if she failed to pass the Foundation Establishment threshold, she still had a fallback. Grandmother had provided her with an inexhaustible supply of Qi-enhancing pills, which she could consume to boost her spiritual power.

To ordinary people, these pills would cost a fortune, but to Jiang Mo, they were easily accessible.

Lin Yuezhen, the second in command at the Jiang Residence, also got up from bed with a satisfied expression, though life was indeed rather stifling.

In such a remote corner, all the trendy fashions were irrelevant to her, and she could not obtain any exquisite magical artifacts. But the one thing she was content with was her robust and strong husband.

He treated her harmoniously and with affection, and in the bedroom, he was mighty and vigorous. She was very satisfied with her life.

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Far better than that showy but hollow little uncle Jiang Xu. Only with marital love could life endure. Fortunately, she had no entanglements with that little uncle.

The current head of the Jiang family, Jiang Qingyun, rose early and went to the mountains governed by the Jiang Estate to practice vigorously.

For over a hundred years, he had kept this unchanging routine of early morning cultivation, all to break through the Foundation Establishment stage and reach Golden Core as soon as possible, fulfilling the hope of the Nascent Soul ancestor, and restoring the Jiang family’s glory.

Even stranded in such a godforsaken place, he persisted daily.

The young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Chentian, had fully recovered today and was ready to pay his respects to his grandmother and then attend school.

In truth, if he weren’t afraid of his father’s stir-fried bamboo shoots with cured meat, he would have liked to spend a few more days frolicking with the maids.

But today, something felt odd. Had the scoundrel of the Jiang family gotten into some big trouble?

Why hadn’t grandmother heard any news?

Every time something happened in the Jiang family, grandmother was always the first to know.

And what about his personal guard, who had sworn loyalty to him—how could he dare to skip his post?

That brat must be off wasting his life in some gambling den again!

On the road, Jiang Chentian ran into Jiang Lin. Seeing him unharmed, he thought he was lucky.

He also noticed a group of lowlifes laughing disgustingly beside that scoundrel, seemingly plotting some mischief.

Sure enough, a bad seed—bad roots yield bad branches. Mingling daily with such worthless scum, it would be better if he died sooner.

Jiang Lin, naturally, also saw Jiang Chentian surrounded by several personal guards. He gave him a cold, hard glance before averting his eyes.

The dead were not worth a second look.

Jiang Chentian suddenly met Jiang Lin’s icy snake-like gaze and felt unnerved. How was it that this scoundrel hadn’t died but instead had become even more terrifying?

He tugged at his guard beside him, as if seeking some sense of security, and quickly headed toward the school.