Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

Rongcheng No.1 Hospital.

Outside the delivery room, Lin Wanqiu, Lin Gang, Lin Yuanwang, the grandfather, and another similar family were all anxiously waiting. They paced back and forth, glancing occasionally in the direction of the delivery room with expressions of unease and worry on their faces.

"Zongyun, stop and rest for a while."

Lin Wanqiu called out to a handsome middle-aged uncle, consoling him, "Xiaoyuan is a Late-stage Qi Practitioner; nothing will go wrong. You can relax."

"Mom!"

The handsome middle-aged uncle sat down reluctantly.

Less than a moment later, he couldn't help standing up again.

"Mom, can we..."

He couldn't help saying, "Can we ask him for a favor? I know he does not like me, but Xiaoyuan is his own sister, and the child is his own grandnephew. He can't just ignore us, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many members of the man's family looked over.

There was quite a bit of resentment in their gazes.

They had thought that by marrying into the Xianmen Sect and becoming related to an elite, who played a significant role in the Xianmen Sect by capturing the thirteenth Small World, their family's fortunes would soar, or at the very least, undergo a dramatic change.

However, the reality was that nothing had changed.

Even now, they had not truly seen this legendary figure, not even once.

To many, this was seen as disrespect to the in-laws, a reluctance to associate.

"This..."

Lin Wanqiu didn't know what to say.

Speaking of which, this soon-to-be uncle of theirs, his son, indeed had many discourtesies in this regard.

The grandfather and grandmother also felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Foundation-building Cultivators' Divine Sense ranges over a kilometer."

Lin Yuanwang spoke up, his newfound identity as a Foundation-building Cultivator demanded respect, "Those with exceptional Divine Souls can oversee even larger areas. Everything should be under his watch. Rest assured, there won't be any problems."

However, he did not offer any explanation for the very apparent grievances of the man's family members.

No explanation was needed.

If it weren't for this cousin, they would not have any interaction at all.

"If that is the case, it's good."

The handsome middle-aged uncle breathed a sigh of relief but also looked somewhat disheartened.

Having married the sister of an elite from the Xianmen Sect, although mainly out of love, he couldn't help but dream of soaring to the heavens and wandering the Immortal Path, ultimately becoming a High-Level Cultivator.

Reality, however, proved to be bitterly cold and unfeeling.

Perhaps all High-Level Cultivators harbored such a cold side, unable to be bound by worldly postnatal customs and kinship concepts.

"Wah wah!"

A sudden cry, followed by a second, continuous sound, awoke everyone, instantly clearing the slightly gloomy atmosphere.

"It's born!"

Lin Wanqiu, the uncle, aunt, and others, all had faces full of joy.

"Our great-grandson!"

Now 110 years old, Elder Lin Gang had taken up his walking stick and, holding his wife, couldn't help but shed tears as he found himself adrift between visions of reincarnation and newborn life.

"It's Dragon and Phoenix Twins."

A moment later, a nurse came out carrying two babies, looking at the families, "According to Xianmen Sect regulations, all citizens must be attended to by Xiantian Martial Artists within twenty-four hours of birth. Their bones and meridians must be cleansed with elixirs equivalent to thirty years' of age. Within three days, a Qi Practitioner will cleanse their meridians with Cultivating Elemental Soul Liquid — a welfare benefit available to every citizen."

"Would you like to accept the basic Xianmen Sect benefit, or opt for supervision by hospital professionals and hire a more specialized Cultivator to conduct the cleansing of bones and meridians to higher standards?"

The nurse looked towards the handsome middle-aged uncle, the father.

The nurses, being very well-informed with gossip, were already aware of the identities of the people inside; she was the sister of that person, hence the question.

"This..."

The handsome middle-aged uncle looked towards the relatives on the mother's side.

"We choose the second option."

Lin Yuanwang took over the conversation, looking respectfully at an old woman wearing a white coat who had appeared outside the delivery room, "Senior, may we trouble you to lend a hand?"

"Elder Nong!"

The surrounding nurses were startled and quickly paid their respects.

This was none other than Nong Jing, a highly reputed figure in the medical community of Qian Province, a post-golden alchemist!

"It is merely a responsibility entrusted to me, the term 'hardship' hardly applies."

The old lady in the white lab coat shook her head.

She muttered incantations, formed mana techniques with her fingers, and a circle of green light rich with the essence of life radiated outwards, sterilizing and disinfecting, and then she cast several diagnostic spells to ensure that the environment was completely in line with surgical standards.

"Is it acceptable now?"

Nong Jing looked toward a doctor who had rushed over and asked with a smile.

"Ancestor, you jest."

The doctor at the late-stage of Qi practicing replied with a wry smile.

It was his duty to confirm compliance with various spells, and he connected to the hospital's Array Spirit to authenticate the identity and medical qualifications of the golden pill cultivator.

There were no issues.

"Ancestor, you may proceed now."

The doctor stepped aside and stood respectfully.

"Good, you have not forgotten the rules and regulations, that is our bottom line as doctors."

Nong Jing remarked approvingly, and her hands lightly touched the foreheads of the dragon and phoenix twins, her Divine Sense and mana flowing into them as she swiftly completed the examination.

"No Spiritual Root, average Martial Dao Aptitude."

She spoke to the family members gathered around.

"The younger generation understands."

The handsome middle-aged uncle felt a trace of disappointment, but it was not unexpected.

If the parents did not possess a Spiritual Root, they could only hope for a one in a hundred thousand chance, it was normal if there wasn't one.

"I will use rare elixirs to cleanse their bodies and meridians; their Martial Dao Aptitude will reach top-tier levels, second only to the Saintly Martial Dao Body. Their future path will be much smoother, but if they lack in comprehension, their journey will still be difficult, far from those with exceptional Spiritual Roots."

Nong Jing subtly hinted.

She had a habit of retrieving and reading her patients' data thoroughly before service to provide the best care possible.

As far as she knew, except for the exceptional comprehension of one individual, the others in the family were quite average.

And for a martial artist, the only hope for a turnaround was the "Eagle Taking Off Technique", a cultivation method that demanded great understanding, where Martial Dao Aptitude was merely supportive.

"I understand."

The heart of the handsome middle-aged uncle trembled.

Before long, the Bone and Meridian Cleansing was complete, and the golden pill cultivator departed gracefully.

"Let's go see Xiaoyuan."

Lin Wanqiu whispered.

Everyone tiptoed into the delivery room, where a pale woman lay in bed, her gaze at Lin Wanqiu and her husband, holding their children, filled with immense satisfaction.

Even if it meant delaying her own cultivation for several years, she harbored no regrets.

"Did brother... not come?"

Jiang Yuan struggled to sit up and asked.

She too had heard the words of the elder just now and was eager to do something for her newborns to smooth out their future path in life.

A silence fell over the room.

Lin Yuanwang and the others exchanged glances, hearts heavy with pity, unsure of what to say.

"Brother may have other matters to attend to," Lin Wanqiu consoled. "As long as the babies grow up safely, that's what matters. Don't think too much."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Yuan's emotions sank.

With discontent in her heart, she kept looking toward the door of the delivery room, waiting for something.

Until it turned dark,

nobody else appeared, and the newborn's first day came to a peaceful end.