Xyrin Empire-Chapter 1347: Celebration Family Feast

The resurrection of the ancestors filled the entire empire’s spiritual network with a sense of excitement and joy. Of course, due to the rational talent of the Xyrin Apostles, they would not let this historic event affect their normal work order. On the contrary, this mood only had a positive effect: as Sandora put it, the Xyrin Apostles have never felt so clear-minded and motivated as they did today. The ancestors themselves might not significantly promote the development of the New Empire (after all, they are mere mortals), but for a Race, finding its roots is self-explanatory. I can imagine that even in their most powerful days, the Xyrin Apostles always missed a piece: they didn’t know where their homeland was or what the beginning of their civilization looked like. The only precise historical records they had started from the long void exile, and everything before that was almost mythical—such a thing is a thorn in the throat for any Race.

Especially for the most powerful Race in the Void, this was an even more awkward situation.

But now this awkward situation has finally ended. The Xyrin Apostles have found their roots, and they can soon fill the only embarrassing blank in their civilization’s history. This history doesn’t need to start as an exile story anymore but can proudly declare: We come from a world that is our homeland. Our ancestors were wise and visionary beings, worthy of respect despite being mortals. We can talk face to face with our ancestors and know everything that has happened from the origin of our civilization to the present.

Outsiders may not understand this, but for the Xyrin Apostles themselves, it is profoundly meaningful.

This light and joyful atmosphere may have spread through the spiritual network to us as a family, even though the majority of people in this big family are not Xyrin Apostles. Including the Tiaozi Five, who have almost entirely settled into the family, we have all kinds of Races. But our whole family was still delighted by the return of the ancestors. My sister decided to have a good meal in the evening as planned, and Sandora was extremely supportive, eagerly wanting to help Anwina in the kitchen. This time, I didn’t stop her, as it’s rare for Sandora to be so happy. Letting her fool around a bit wouldn’t hurt, plus, even if she cooks some killer cooking, she can eat it herself. For Sandora, everything tastes good anyway. However, in the end, Sandora was politely invited out by Anwina with a bitter smile.

"She does her thing, and you do yours. The two of you don’t interfere with each other." I curiously looked at the ghost maid, who clutched the corner of her apron and cautiously complained, "But the mistress has bad cooking habits—she always tastes the stovetop and the pot lid while cooking."

Me: "That’s pretty normal, tasting the saltiness while cooking—though it’s hard to measure Sandora’s cooking by saltiness."

"I don’t mean that," Anwina was almost in tears, "The mistress is tasting the stovetops and pot lids; her cooking tools are disposable! It’s understandable with spatulas and ladles, but stoves are limited!"

Then I expressionlessly pushed the little ghost to the kitchen, understanding perfectly: Yes, to Sandora, spatulas, stoves, bowls, and chopsticks were indeed part of the ’meal.’ If she wanted to taste the saltiness of her food, wouldn’t she have to take a bite of the stove—"Eat the bowls and plates clean together with the meal, that’s real conservation," that’s Sandora’s unique dining etiquette.

Of course, saying that we were having a good meal for a celebration wasn’t much bigger in scale than usual. With Anwina, an almost otherworldly super chef, our family’s dinner felt pretty crazy every night. You can imagine the grandeur of a meal with a family with over a dozen members—there were sixty or seventy cups, plates, bowls, and dishes, some for use, some for Sandora to eat...

"This little guy is also put to use?" Until Anwina started serving dishes, I didn’t notice the short little girl running back and forth helping carry things (allow me to describe the scene of serving food in our house with the word "carry"). The most distinctive feature of this short girl is her entire jelly-like translucent blue and white body, including her hair and body, as if she mimicked an image seen on TV or the internet. Nevertheless, I didn’t recognize it.

This is the slime we keep at home, currently serving as Qianqian’s companion and pet, named Xizhi Lang—although I still prefer calling it Slime. Typically, this jelly-like creature roams aimlessly in the house, like a truly idle house pet. Unexpectedly, I saw her helping with housework today.

Qianqian placed a pot of soup on the table and casually pushed down Little Baobao, who was trying to climb up to steal food. She then pointed at the half-transparent little girl, laughing, "Although Xizhi Lang doesn’t have much intelligence, she can manage these simple tasks with some training. I’ve already tried to teach her how to sweep and clean windows. Now she can also help pick up things, and next, I plan to teach her to solve quadratic equations in three variables..."

I froze in place: What kind of educational plan does Qianqian have!

Qianqian bent down smiling and patted the head of the Slime little guy, creating a small spark when her hand touched the other, "Come, turn into a bicycle!"

The Slime little girl complied immediately, squatting down with a ’bang,’ turning into a blue-hued, semi-transparent bicycle, looking incredibly genuine—complete with brake lines, exuding a faint blue light, as if made of crystal, extremely beautiful. Yelsen, who was idle nearby, immediately jumped up to ride a couple of laps—but how could one possibly ride a bicycle formed by a soft creature pretending to be a bike, so the slime instantly turned into a puddle on the ground, followed by an unprecedentedly intense arcane spark explosion when being crushed upon...

Remember, this Slime’s true identity is a standard Imperial Weapon, albeit of a low level, still full of high-order arcane energy. 123 being blasted from proximity without protection... Anyway, he squirmed back to the sofa covering his rear end after crawling for five meters, only to be kicked back by his sister...

The slime sprawled on the ground sparking as it turned back into a humanoid shape, bouncing around to continue helping serve dishes. With her intelligence resembling that of an animal, she probably couldn’t comprehend what just happened. Yelsen looked at the slime running past him, overwhelmed with a desire to cry.

Holding the little doll, I watched Dingdang dancing the figure eight in the air before me, feeling particularly cozy, "Ah, life..."

"Stop sighing, can’t you come and lend a hand?" Lin Xue looked at me from afar. I raised the Star Gold Stone box in hand—since just now, I had been collecting those green powders from Dingdang flying past, "I’m busy, you know how tedious this job is? Want to swap?"

"I’m not that idle," Lin Xue muttered, last but not least, sent a glare this way, "nor do I have your peculiar interests."

I chuckled dryly, continuing to hold the small metal box, collecting the light powder in the path of Dingdang’s flight. Ever since revealing that the powder dropping off Dingdang during resurrections had been utilized, Lin Xue insisted her boyfriend had developed an unusual hobby—I figure Missy doesn’t plan on changing this notion anytime soon.

The little thing knew she could lend a hand too, now appearing to be full of vigor: her version of full vigor meant flying before me for half an hour before stopping, dizzy. I placed the worn-out Little One in my palm, gently flicking her wing once, yet no light powder fell: those powdery substances only generated during Dingdang’s flight, seemingly shedding from her wings, but after she ceased flying, I realized her wings were utterly free of anything.

"Dingdang, by the way, what exactly are these things falling from you?" I asked while gently pinching Little One’s wings, fruitlessly. Dingdang spun, cling on to my thumb, swaying like she was cuddling a doll, "No idea! Anyway, Life Goddess makes these things emerge during flight, maybe it’s energy dissipating and solidifying or something—Ah Jun, do you need more?"

I glanced awkwardly at the small box in my hand: merely a thin layer of light powder lined it, likely insufficient even for Dingdang to steep herself some tea. This material is the only confirmed substance capable of reactivating the ancestor’s bodies.

Taville transmitted a message earlier, informing me she’d tried various substances, including the Life Tree Branch, Church Relics, and Church Holy Water on other ancestor remains. Yet, the life force in these was insufficient to activate the remains. Only this fluorescent powder proved effective. Evidently, to resurrect an ancestor, the highest level of life substance is necessary: the Goddess herself.

Since I’m certainly unwilling to brew medicine with Dingdang, the only other way is to continue trying to gather remnants from what drops off her...

Alternatively, one could consider having Dingdang perform the Resurrection Technique, but there’s an issue: Dingdang wields invisible life energy during the Resurrection Technique, a divine technique. Divine techniques often conflict with many spiritual devices Taville creates, much like you can’t run two antivirus programs on your computer simultaneously. Therefore, the divine technique and the empire’s soul apparatus can’t both function simultaneously. Turns out we’re back to square one: we must figure out how to acquire more Life Dust. It’s composed purely of life power, hence won’t conflict with any technology.

"But Dingdang is dizzy now." Little Dingxi noticed the box had barely any powder and appeared somewhat apologetic, fluttering her wings, "Normally, it feels like so much stuff falls off, why does it seem like so little now?"

I couldn’t help but maliciously guess that what fell were probably Dingdang’s virtues. There were many before, but now the production can’t keep up...

"Time to eat!" At this moment, my sister started calling the whole family over to get some food. I couldn’t afford to think about these strange questions and put Dingdang and the small box into my pockets, rushing to the dining table.

"To celebrate the success of the Xyrin Apostle’s ancestry search, I suggest we have a drink—" Bingdisi, a person who knows how to stir up the atmosphere no matter what, noticed only food on the table and felt the mood wasn’t enough. So, she reached into her personal space and took out several slender golden containers. "I stole this from dad’s wine cellar. This one is from the Pantheon, and this one is from next door’s Dragon God’s wine cellar..."

I was about to help pour the wine, sweating all over. "Why are all of them stolen? Can’t you take something properly?"

"There is one taken properly," Bingdisi said with a face full of righteousness, pulling out the last bottle of fine wine from the Divine Realm. "This is what I snatched from the Dragon God Hekeboer after a fight..."

Me: "..." To this female hooligan, it seems that snatched goods are considered properly obtained.

Qianqian had the slime run into the kitchen to bring back a bunch of cups—it was used to carrying small items inside itself, and by the time they were brought back, the cups had been disinfected by arcane sparks almost into pure objects—Anwina skillfully poured the wine from the Divine Realm for everyone except the Big Sister. Yelsen, half-leaning cautiously on the edge of a chair (do I need to explain why?), sighed with a bit of emotion: "Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I had a drink here..."

Of course, rarely drinking any alcohol during meals is a distinctive feature of the First Family. One reason is the overwhelming number of females at home, and few like drinking alcohol. Bingdisi is said to be a wine barrel but enjoys the lively atmosphere of drinking with everyone rather than drinking alone. The second reason is having a Big Sister; last time, she couldn’t resist temptation and tried the Divine Wine Bingdisi brought. The things that happened in the following twenty-four hours are too unbearable to recall. In the end, Sandora almost plucked all the feathers off one of Bingdisi’s wings, and the female hooligan dared not casually mention drinking at home anymore.

Of course, the situation today was special; all bans were lifted, except that the Big Sister still couldn’t touch a cup...

"This is a bit spicy!" The little doll was also holding a specially made small cup the size of a bottle cap. She tasted the liquid inside, which was as smooth as jade, and muttered with a frown, "Why do you drink this?"

"So kids shouldn’t drink." I glanced at the doll girl and saw her mixing yogurt into the small cup. To her, yogurt is probably omnipotent. I turned away, unable to bear watching: This girl is going to have a bad time. She created what will surely be Britain Level dark cuisine because right before my eyes, the yogurt solidified upon contact with the strange Divine Realm liquor...

The fine wines Bingdisi brought should be considered treasures even in the Divine Realm. For those outside the Star Domain Divine Race, they are unimaginably rare delights. However, for someone like me who doesn’t really enjoy drinking, these are just beverages with pretty good flavors. Besides, due to the difference in power levels, I can’t even experience the effect of this thing that claims to "increase power by a thousand years and ascend to heaven in daylight." I shook my head, thinking being a Void Creature is truly sad: I’ll probably never experience the thrill of significantly boosting power by consuming heavenly treasures. After all, I am the ultimate heavenly treasure myself. However, the fox sitting across the table seemed to be drunk. She was hugging her tail, swaying and humming ancient ballads. Qianqian was pestering Lin about what it was like to see the world with two heads, while Lin Xue and Xiao Xue huddled together discussing the effectiveness of using tarot cards and crystal balls for fortune-telling—both of whom were tipsy and now considered themselves sisters.

The little doll’s dark drink was finally finished. The yogurt and something unknown in the Divine Realm’s wine had reacted, transforming the concoction into a semi-solid material resembling tofu pudding. The doll girl took a sip, chewing with effort, and nudged Little Crow sitting next to her. "This doesn’t taste good. It’s both spicy and sour and feels like mud."

"This doesn’t taste good either, gah." Little Crow agreed wholeheartedly, holding a small cup where peanuts and beans floated—stuff Silly Bird thinks is delicious.

"Why would anyone like this stuff?"

"Probably because their tongues mutate when they grow up, gah! My tongue mutates often, gah!"

—The two not-so-smart little girls were having an enthusiastic discussion.

Honestly, I initially tried to stop these little girls (perhaps Little Crow already looked like a young lady, but to me, she was undoubtedly among the children) from drinking alcohol. But before I realized it, Anwina had already enthusiastically poured everyone a full glass. In hindsight, it seems that except for the expressionless Pandora and the special case Lilina, the little ones showed little interest in this drink. So at least to some extent, the family discipline was maintained...

I sighed contentedly, lifting my cup intending to finish the remaining wine. Surprisingly, the liquid seemed to have acquired a slightly sweet taste out of nowhere. Then, a small thing slipped out of my cup, landing with a splat on my face.

Dingdang, completely bewildered and reeking of alcohol, hugged my nose but finally lost her grip and obediently fell into the bowl on the table...

This little thing must have climbed onto my cup to steal a drink, got drunk, and fallen right in, and I didn’t even notice! She’s done this before, hasn’t she? I recall this little one having some quirky setting where she always falls into whatever she’s drinking...

After a while, Dingdang woke up leisurely, thanks to her Divine Race physique. She found herself lying in a bowl, facing a pile of rice, while I was holding chopsticks. Naively, the little thing looked up, "Ah Jun, are you eating rice with Dingdang?"

This Little One is so adorable—so I gently poked Dingdang’s cheek with chopsticks, very seriously pointing, "Don’t move, you’re the dish."

Little One, hugging the chopsticks, jumped onto the table. She wasn’t silly enough to think she’d really be eaten. Her face still carried a drunk blush as she dizzily circled a plate next to her twice, suddenly clapping her hands. "Got it!"

"Got what?" I lazily responded to Dingdang, while eying Lin Xue and Xiao Xue across the table, who were now calling each other sisters and playing rock, paper, scissors to decide whose chest was bigger, feeling unable to bear watching.

"Figured out how to get enough Divine Power Dust!" Dingdang cheerfully jumped up and down with excitement. It turned out she had been pondering this matter all along:—and it’s truly surprising to see her so focused on a serious issue. I thought she had regressed to just eating, sleeping, and being cute.

"Dingdang, call the sisters over!"

Just as I was moved by Little One’s serious attitude, she had already cheerfully made a decision. "They’ve always been interested in Dingdang’s new home..." (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)