815: Chapter 527_2 815: Chapter 527_2 For example, the abundance of flowers, as well as various other beautiful patterns, could enhance the beauty of a house if the artisans building it had other ideas.
Green Ox thought this way and shared these thoughts with Jiang Tang, just as if making casual conversation.
Jiang Tang felt that Green Ox’s idea was good, and the Imperial City base could be designated for his subordinates to let those artisans work on.
For the other two bases, he would let his subordinates do as they pleased—people could decorate their homes any way they wanted.
His desire to use such good tiles was to improve the air quality of the base and make the houses more sturdy and practical, and, if possible, it would be good to produce more bricks.
Jiang Tang asked Green Ox to produce more tiles and, when there was spare time, to make some bricks.
The bricks made from the dirt inside the space would be more practical and better.
Green Ox obediently didn’t say anything and bowed his head to work.
Eryao, under his master’s increasing demands, didn’t say much since it wasn’t him doing the work.
As Green Ox’s abilities grew increasingly proficient, and as the land within the space expanded, along with the growing mountain rivers, it wasn’t difficult for the two pets to handle.
Green Ox had plenty of idle time in the space and could complete many tasks with spells.
This was why Eryao felt Green Ox should move around more, as he was often seated while working.
After all, the stupid ox couldn’t go outside to take on missions, and being idle would lead to rust, turning him into an even more useless ox.
Green Ox couldn’t imagine that Eryao, who normally didn’t do any work, was now criticizing him for being idle and rusting.
Green Ox was too busy to bother with Eryao, as his master’s demands were urgent, and the bricks and tiles might need to be produced quickly.
Sometimes soon, the master would need them; Green Ox understood his master liked that woman so much because he had an eye on her.
Sometimes, Green Ox secretly wondered, why did his master need so many women?
He and Eryao were like having a stepmother.
Wasn’t being single good?
Anyway, those stepmothers didn’t care for them.
With so many stepmothers, the master continually made them work to please the stepmothers.
These thoughts weren’t something Green Ox came up with on his own; Eryao, whenever he had nothing else to do, would nag a few words, particularly mentioning stepmothers the most.
Green Ox didn’t know what ‘stepmother’ meant, but he gathered it meant someone who wasn’t one’s own mother.
Eryao didn’t know that Green Ox, the stupid ox, was quite sentimental; he even pondered the things Eryao nagged about during his busy moments.
He lay down in frustration and thought about how the master had taken another stepmother—it’s no wonder the master liked him less and less.
Indeed, raised by a stepmother, the master’s affection for him waned.
Lying there helplessly, where were his real mother and father?
Could it be as the master guessed, that his parents were in the Heavenly Realm, but why had he ended up in the Mortal World?
Or did his parents give him all their abilities to save him, and then they died?
Eryao had no memory of this, and the inheritance of the Snow Dragon Clan only started to recover as his abilities grew; how his parents left him in the Mortal World after the collapse of the heavens and the earth, almost 10,000 years ago, remained a mystery as to why he was only born in these recent years.
Eryao had always wanted to unravel this mystery but couldn’t find a shortcut to do so.
He could only continue to follow his powerful master and explore if the Cultivation World also had an Eastern Demon Realm.
Were his parents in the Eastern Demon Realm?
Or was he from the Western Demon Realm?
Given the information provided by the Western Wolf Demon, Eryao had some references and felt the mystery of his origins definitely lay within.
Eryao could only continue to pay attention to the Western Wolf Demons, sure that there were other Western Wolf Demons nearby, wishing to learn from them about their previous habitats in the Western Demon Realm.
And to find out from them if explorations of the Eastern Demon Realm had been carried out.
Eryao, in the Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space, pondered this and extended his Divine Sense outside to search for other Western Wolf Demons in the nearby mountains and villages.
At this time, Jiang Tang in the high skies also harbored such thoughts.
Ye Tian said there were more than ten Western Wolf Demons who had entered the Cultivation World, along with more than ten boxes—what exactly were in those boxes?
He wanted to know and was even more eager to uncover the secrets of the Eastern Demon Realm from here.
Perhaps he could find the Eastern Demon Realm and thus, other ways to Mending Heaven.
At this moment, Jiang Tang heard the calls from Ye Tian, Yan Weiwei, and nine other beauties on the Flying Artifact.
He brought the Flying Artifact down from the high skies to the ground, let the people inside come out from the entrance, and then stored the Flying Artifact away.
Jiang Tang also descended from the high skies to the ground.
The segment on the Flying Artifact just now didn’t make it into any film, so the beauties inside had no idea what Jiang Tang was doing outside.
Ye Tian had come back from a mission.
Jiang Tang, why hasn’t Cai Xiangxiang returned?
Ye Tian told me that Jiang Tang played the hero again, helping Cai Xiangxiang to rescue their fellow villagers and relatives.
It should be done by now, so why hasn’t he come back?
Could it be that he’s reluctant to leave there?
The nine beauties by Jiang Tang’s side were green with jealousy.
When they appeared in such a backward village, they felt superior, and this ordinary woman’s identity was nothing compared to theirs.
Without the backing of a powerful maternal family, even if Jiang Tang were to take her in, she could only rank behind them.
The villagers were celebrating.
Once again, so many Immortals descended to the Mortal World.
Such a group of handsome men and beautiful women, not only elders and children among them—were these people all Immortals?
Cai Xiangxiang introduced Yan Weiwei and her family to her own relatives, presenting Miss Yan Weiwei and her family to her own.
And these beauties, among them even Miss Yan Weiwei’s fiancé.
Cai Xiangxiang’s family expressed their endless gratitude, bowing in a gesture of deeply felt thanks.
“Please stand up, we’re family here; there’s no need for such formalities,” Yan Weiwei used her Spiritual Power to prevent the ordinary folks from kneeling.
“My daughter is right,” Yan Weiwei’s mother kindly said to Cai Xiangxiang’s mother, “Cai Xiangxiang is like family to us, and saving you all is simply the right thing to do.”
They understood the mentality, and who knows, they might keep each other’s company in the long run.
With so many Immortals showing such friendliness towards Cai Xiangxiang’s family, the villagers felt that ever since Cai Xiangxiang started cultivating, she’d soared out of her humble origins like a phoenix.
Now, as a Fairy, her power was formidable, garnering the affection of many fellow immortals.
In the future, she could also bring such glory to them mortals.
The Immortals wouldn’t likely stay here forever; they had already decided to someday enshrine their images, worshipping them as deities.
Cai Xiangxiang noticed her family didn’t have many stools, and those they had were so old.
It wasn’t proper to have everyone standing; fortunately, her Storage Bag contained some furniture.
All prepared for her own home, since she expected the furnishings there to not be as nice.
She had thought ahead and gathered not only household furnishings but also sundries and utensils.
With so many guests arriving, it was time to serve tea.
Jiang Tang generously offered some tea leaves, asking Cai Xiangxiang to make tea for everyone.
Fruits, fruit wines, and juices were also ready.
The delicious aromas of cooking wafted from where the villagers prepared the meal, the scent of meat lingering in the air.
Cai Xiangxiang’s sister-in-law went to the neighboring village to fetch her family.
It was time for a feast.
The village got busy: serving dishes, serving rice, every table laden with sumptuous meat and vegetables.
They felt fortunate to have fruit juices to drink.
Jiang Tang didn’t let the ordinary people drink fruit wines, not because he was stingy but because mortals couldn’t handle their potency.
Juice, on the other hand, was different; their bodies could tolerate it, and drinking more could even improve their health.
Jiang Tang dined with the nine beauties at one table.
Cai Xiangxiang seated Yan Weiwei’s family at another table, while she and her relatives, as well as her sister-in-law’s family, sat at two others.
Ye Tian was no stranger to rural cooking; he had already enjoyed the culinary efforts of Yan Weiwei’s household, as those recent meals were also prepared by Yan Weiwei’s sister-in-law and Cai Xiangxiang.
There was no difference, just another cooking style, and the food was delicious.
It was simply not as exquisite as what was prepared in restaurants or at home by family.
As an heir, a General, Ye Tian wasn’t fussy even when in the Immortal Sect.
Jiang Tang and the beauties were having a leisurely meal, casually eating some meat and sipping a little wine.
The chatter of the ladies at his side filled the air with liveliness, while the villagers seated at other tables or outside in the courtyard ate their meals more quietly.