Jiang Manman rolled her eyes at him. This man was suspended by her above the Blazing Sky-Burning Hell—wasn’t he afraid she might accidentally drop him?
Although she was only at the second level of Qi Refining and a complete novice who couldn’t even perform Magical Arts in the outside world…
Here in the Refreshing Heart Glass Tower, she was the master. She could teleport and control everything at will. But never mind that—it felt a bit like being a bully in one’s own territory.
“Who said I was some kind of demon or monster? I’m a cultivator, a proper immortal! The only reason I descended to the mortal realm was to undergo tribulation during my cultivation. Otherwise, why would I bother? If I leave, your wife’s body might become a living corpse. Think carefully. If it weren’t for undergoing tribulation and incidentally taking two children as disciples, I wouldn’t be wasting time here with you.”
Tang Changsheng fell silent, his mood somber. Was it because he hadn’t returned that he caused Manman’s death?
But the Tang family was even more dangerous. He—wait a moment.
He suddenly turned to look at Jiang Manman beside him. Though this woman wore his wife’s face, the person inside wasn’t his wife, Manman.
“You claim to be an immortal from the heavens?”
Jiang Manman nodded.
“You could say that! What? Want me to regenerate your severed legs? That’s impossible. If that’s what you’re thinking, forget it. But if you also cultivate immortality, once you reach a certain realm, you can reshape your body. Regrowing severed legs would be easily accomplished. Want to give it a try?”
“Yes!”
Now that this woman occupying his wife’s body was teaching his two children who-knows-what, he had to follow along and learn to feel at ease.
Jiang Manman took out a Spirit Testing Pearl.
“Come, place your hand on this. Let’s see if you have the qualification to cultivate immortality.”
She said this, but she suspected that since the original body and the two children had Spirit Roots, their father might also possess one.
“Gasp! A mutated Thunder Spiritual Root? Isn’t that just ridiculously overpowered?”
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Manman’s lips twitched, her expression complex. This man actually had a pure mutated Thunder Spiritual Root.
Such aptitude was rare even in the World of Cultivation—a major sect would be lucky to have two disciples like this.
Truly, one in millions.
“Nothing much. You just saw it—the Spirit Testing Pearl showed several lightning bolts, indicating you have a mutated Thunder Spiritual Root. Cultivation aptitude is divided into metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Most people have all five Spirit Roots with varying lengths, which is the poorest qualification. Of course, poor innate aptitude can be compensated by luck later. If both aptitude and luck are lacking, mere effort is futile. Then there are dual Spirit Roots, like me—your wife’s body—which is considered decent. Your two children have single Spirit Roots: Tang Xin has wood, Tang Yuan has fire. Both are the best Spirit Roots for cultivation. Above that are mutated roots like ice, wind, and thunder, which are even better as they derive from the five elements. Your Thunder Spiritual Root is one. However, since you lack legs, your cultivation will be thousands of times more painful than others.”
“I’m not afraid.”
As long as he could stand again, as long as he could reshape his body as she said, he wouldn’t fear any pain.
“Alright then! You’re fearless due to ignorance, I suppose. Normal cultivation involves circulating spiritual energy through the body’s meridians for a full cycle. But you lack lower legs, so you can’t complete the meridian circulation. Therefore, your path will be thousands of times harder than a normal person’s.”
First, I’ll make you a pair of wooden prosthetic legs so it’ll be easier for you to cultivate.
Alright then, have we reached an agreement? Please stop looking at me with those deeply affectionate and remorseful eyes.
“Fine. Did you know what your original name was?”
“Of course, my original name was also Jiang Manman. Otherwise, how could I have transmigrated into Jiang Manman’s body? In the World of Cultivation, I also had a Daoist Title: Qingping Fairy, and people gave me the nickname Demon-slaying Fairy.”
Yes, her Daoist Title in the World of Cultivation was Demon-slaying Fairy. If you omitted the “Fairy” part and just called her “Demon-slaying,” one might mistake her for a Demon Cultivator!
She had been a fetus when she transmigrated to the World of Cultivation. Originally from a fairly happy cultivation family, it was destroyed when Demon Cultivators and evil cultivators joined forces, killing everyone in her small cultivation clan and extracting their Essence Blood and souls.
The Essence Blood was used by the Demon Cultivators for cultivation, while the souls were trapped by the evil cultivators in a Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner and refined into malevolent spirits.
Her parents and the entire clan pooled their strength to send her away. From the moment she reached Core Formation, she began hunting Demon Cultivators and evil cultivators, her aura of slaughter unmatched by anyone.
She even became someone not to be trifled with in her sect.
But these were things she didn’t need to explain to this person.
“Alright, I have a cultivation technique here. Just press it against your forehead, and you’ll be able to see the information inside. It’s similar to your USB drives, just with a different way of reading it.”
“What’s a USB drive?”
Jiang Manman paused. She had forgotten—this was the 1970s, and USB drives didn’t exist yet!
“Never mind. This is my personal Dimension. Don’t get any funny ideas, or I’ll throw you into the Sea of Fire like Wang Laicai and burn you to ashes.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. Also, thank you for taking care of the two little ones during this time. They… don’t know yet, do they?”
“Know what? They’re so young. Let’s not burden them with too much to avoid leaving them with inner demons. Alright, time to go out!”
“Okay!”
Clutching the Jade Slip in his hand, the scene before his eyes blurred, and he vanished from the Sea of Fire.
When he reappeared on the bed, it still felt unreal—had it all been a dream?
But the Jade Slip in his hand, about the size of a thumb and warm to the touch, reminded him that it wasn’t a dream; it was real!
Staring at the Jade Slip, Tang Changsheng finally realized that what had just happened wasn’t a dream.
If it wasn’t a dream, then it was real.
Cultivation?
Well, he would see what this cultivation was all about!
It might be good to pave the way for the two children first. Since they were still young, there was no rush to have them cultivate. He would try it himself for a while and see how it went.
With that thought, he pressed the Jade Slip to his forehead, and sure enough, a large block of text appeared in his mind.
That night, Tang Changsheng roughly understood what cultivation was all about.
The next morning, Jiang Manman was going to work in the fields.
She earned eight work points a day, and she had missed two days, which meant no points for those days.
She took the two little ones with her to the fields. Ever since she learned that there were Demon Beasts that had gained sentience before the founding of the nation, she didn’t dare let the children out of her sight or beyond the range of her Divine Sense.
“Are you going to work? Actually, you don’t have to. I brought some money with me when I came.”
As Tang Changsheng spoke, he pulled out a stack of ten-yuan bills from his inner pocket—a whole stack!
That was a hundred bills, meaning a thousand yuan.
A thousand yuan at this time was almost equivalent to being a ten-thousand-yuan household.
“Here, for you to use!”
So generous!
What kind of background does this Tang family have? They’re all so incredibly generous.
Jiang Manman didn’t stand on ceremony either—her lightning-based cultivation technique was far more valuable than this.