Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

No.

Sword cultivators cultivate to directly point to their true nature. If they have to lie about something as trivial as their age, where is their Dao heart?

But to be honest...

Ji Lingxiao's mind flashed back to the image of the 1,500-year-old Third Elder being thrown out like trash.

Look at yourself again.

Although it's not exactly 1,500, it's not far off by more than a few cents.

Ji Lingxiao took a deep breath and parted his thin lips slightly.

"one……"

Before the word "thousand" could even be uttered, it swirled on the tip of his tongue and was swallowed back down.

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow, her gaze becoming even sharper.

"one?"

"one hundred?"

Ji Lingxiao remained silent.

One hundred years old?

That was when he was in his Nascent Soul stage, which was hundreds of years ago according to the old almanac.

If someone were to nod and admit to being a hundred years old, that would be deception.

If you shake your head...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Yining's suspicion deepened.

"Could it be a thousand?"

She tentatively asked a question, half-jokingly.

Ji Lingxiao's heart skipped a beat.

Damn, why are women's intuitions so accurate?

He turned his head slightly to avoid Jiang Yining's gaze, which seemed to see right through his soul, and tried to evade the question with vague words.

"Cultivating immortality transcends time; one is unaware of the changing seasons."

"I have been focused on the Dao and have never deliberately kept track of these external matters."

These words sound grand and impressive, befitting a highly accomplished person.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have been fooled by that otherworldly aura.

Unfortunately, he was facing Jiang Yining.

A woman whose DNA is etched with the beads of an abacus.

"Not counted?"

Jiang Yining chuckled, crossed her arms, and circled around Ji Lingxiao.

That look was like someone appraising an old antique waiting to be sold.

"Sword Master, is your memory not very good?"

"Since you don't remember, let me help you recall."

Jiang Yining stretched out a finger and began to rummage.

"I remember when I was a child, the storyteller on the street loved to tell the story of the Lingxiao Sword Master."

"What are you saying... Eight hundred years ago, the demon race invaded Zhongzhou."

"The Sword Master, alone with his sword, guarded the Heavenly Gate Pass, slaying three thousand demon generals and staining the sky with blood."

"That year, it was said that the Sword Master was already famous throughout the world."

With each sentence Jiang Yining spoke, Ji Lingxiao's face paled a little more.

"He was already famous throughout the world eight hundred years ago, plus the time he spent cultivating..."

Jiang Yining counted on her fingers.

Then he looked up, revealing an expression that said, "I knew it."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"Adding it all up, it must be close to 1,100, right?"

She took two steps back, creating a "safe distance".

His eyes held an undisguised mockery.

"Disrespectful, disrespectful."

"So this is also an ancestor-level figure."

"I'm so sorry for rudeness earlier. Are you still able to walk properly, sir? How's your back?"

Ji Lingxiao felt as if he had been struck by an arrow in the knee, and then another.

Pierced by a thousand arrows.

That handsome face, which was usually as cold as ice, was now flushed with a thin layer of red.

It wasn't shyness, it was shame and indignation.

"This venerable one...this venerable one has already undergone a complete transformation, reshaping his immortal body."

Ji Lingxiao gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"May your lifespan be endless and your appearance never age."

"This is incomparable to the aging of ordinary people!"

He was eager to prove something, and his gaze unconsciously drifted to Jiang Lei, whose eyes were wide open.

That's his son!

His son is only one year old!

This is enough to prove that he is still young, strong, and full of vitality!

"and……"

After holding it in for a long time, Ji Lingxiao finally managed to utter a rebuttal.

"In the world of cultivation, a thousand years is but a fleeting moment."

"If we categorize by cultivation level, I am currently at my peak!"

Jiang Yining nodded perfunctorily.

"Yes, yes, you are at your peak, you are the strongest."

"But Sword Master, this generation gap is very real."

"I grew up listening to your stories when I was three years old, and now my son is one year old and he is still listening to your stories."

"Your generation has completely overshadowed several generations of our family."

Jiang Yining sighed, her face full of regret.

In truth, how could she not know? She was just deliberately using the situation to suppress the man.

Don't think she doesn't know about the abacus beads he left here.

Ji Lingxiao may not have deep feelings for himself; what he cares about is his son, a child whose talent surpasses even his own.

In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected.

Otherwise, even if they were blood relatives, if Jiang Lei only had mixed spiritual roots, let's see if Ji Lingxiao would have the same attitude now!

The Jiang family members were stunned. That's right, the Sword Master is over a thousand years old!

This……

They just criticized the fox clan elder in unison. How should we react?

Madam Jiang knew that the valiant swordsman in front of her was the father of her beloved grandson.

She's already had a child, so she can't possibly complain about the father's age.

"Sword Master, you, you..."

For a moment, Madam Jiang was at a loss for words...

She could only give her daughter-in-law and granddaughter meaningful glances.

Aunt Jiang coughed twice: "That Lei'er's father is just right, he can have two more children in three years!"

The other members of the Jiang family nodded in agreement as they looked at the exceptionally handsome Sword Master.

"Yes, we humans are different!"

"We cultivators live forever, the older the better, it's reliable!!"

Jiang Yining's lips twitched slightly. These people are really putting on too much of a filter.

If the Third Elder were still alive, he would surely cry out that the Jiang family had bullied the fox.

What's wrong with demons? Humans and demons are both living beings! What's the difference?!

She still had to put on an act, to give the absent Third Elder some face.

Third brother, you should thank me when you turn back. I, the Sword Master, have been there for you through thick and thin!

Jiang Yining lowered her eyes, her face gloomy: "I was so deceived by you... I never thought you could be my wife..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ji Lingxiao interrupted her.

"What did I lie to you about... It was clearly you..."

Ji Lingxiao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. With so many people present, it was really not a good idea to argue.

He exuded an unpleasant aura.

Jiang Lei felt a chill and ran over.

The little guy glanced at his father, whose face was grim, and then at his mother, who had a mocking expression on her face.

Then he stood in front of Jiang Yining without hesitation.

She stretched out her tiny arms, like a chick protecting its young.

"Don't you dare bully your mother!"

"If you dare to yell at Mother, I'll... I'll challenge you!"

As the little guy spoke, lightning crackled around him, and a fighting spirit erupted.

Ji Lingxiao: "..."

He looked at the little dumpling that only reached his knees, and the frustration in his heart deflated like a punctured balloon.

I took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the frustration in my heart.

Don't get angry, getting angry makes you look old.

Older people are more prone to anger; young people are generally calm and collected.

"I did not bully her."

Ji Lingxiao tried his best to make his voice sound gentler, although it still sounded harsh.

"I am merely... exploring the mysteries of time."

Jiang Yining almost burst out laughing. What the hell is the meaning of time?

The Supreme Elder would even fabricate such a story in an attempt to save face.

However, seeing Ji Lingxiao's frustrated and helpless expression, she felt extremely satisfied with her mischievousness.

That's what made you act all high and mighty before, and look down on people.

"Alright, that concludes the discussion."

Jiang Yining waved her hand and pointed to the huge rock that hadn't been completely processed yet, not far away.

"Since the Sword Master is at his peak and full of energy..."

"Then I'll trouble you to chop that rock."

She had sensed spiritual energy underground before, which must be from a spiritual spring.

"We're going to dig a well there, and we can borrow your sword energy to save everyone the trouble of digging it themselves."

Ji Lingxiao glanced at the hard black gold stone.

Then she glanced at Jiang Yining, who looked completely at ease.

He is the dignified Sword Master Lingxiao, a powerful being in the Integration Stage.

Everyone in the cultivation world treats him with utmost respect.

Now I'm being ordered to... dig a well?

Or is it because they are considered too old that they have to do manual labor to prove themselves?

What kind of logic is this?!

Ji Lingxiao wanted to turn around and leave.

But when I saw my son's bright, sparkling eyes...

The little guy was looking at him expectantly, as if to say: Dad, it's time to show your true skills.

Ji Lingxiao tightened his grip on the sword and then loosened it.

Finally, he let out a cold snort.

"A mere stubborn rock, not worth mentioning."