After the Jiang Family's hundred-day banquet ended, they returned to the Source World. Under the care of Jiang Yun's companions, Little Xian'er grew up safe and healthy.
The Source World was no barren land. It had many cities, and its community of cultivators was gradually growing. Both the Dao Origin Heavenly Palace and the Dao Origin Divine Hall had Small Worlds of their own, home to many people. Little Xian'er would not lack company as she grew up.
There was no need to rush her cultivation. After discussing it with Jiang Shuanglan, Jiang Yun decided they would slowly guide Xian'er onto the path of cultivation after she turned ten.
With her gifts, cultivation could wait. Laying a solid foundation in childhood mattered more.
A tower ten thousand zhang high rose from level ground.
"Daddy, Xian'er's Ten Thousand Beasts Milk is all gone!"
A year passed in the blink of an eye. That day, Jiang Yun was still asleep with the fragrant, soft Yan Ruyu and Huolin'er in his arms when an urgent call outside the door woke him.
Three meals a day, not one less—and Xian'er was eating more and more.
"Husband, Xian'er's hungry. You go. Sister Yan and I will rest a little longer."
Huolin'er rolled over, her long azure hair spilling across her smooth back. She gave Jiang Yun a gentle push, inadvertently revealing a glimpse of snowy skin and its graceful curves.
"Your darling Xian'er is calling you!"
She felt weak all over. When she saw Jiang Yun open his eyes, she hurriedly drew back the long leg draped over him and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. Only then did she feel a little safer.
"I wonder who said yesterday that Little Xian'er was so adorable she wanted one too."
Jiang Yun had heard Huolin'er urging