"Chubby, tell me what happened on the island this time," Wei Yubao said with a serious expression.
"Huh?" Ruan Tingyi was stunned.
"First, tell me in detail what happened. There are some things I think it’s time I told you," Wei Yubao said.
Ruan Tingyi looked at her mom, who wore a serious expression. It was the first time she had seen her mother like this.
"Alright, here’s what happened. After we finished recording and were about to leave..." Ruan Tingyi began to recount the events in full detail.
Wei Yubao listened very intently.
While Jiang Zhe had a face full of incredulity, thinking this can’t be real, right?
Muye, on the other hand, frowned in contemplation.
"Impossible, right? Mom, this is practically mythology. Did Chubby have a dream or something?" Jiang Zhe asked incredulously.
"There’s no way so many people were dreaming," Muye said.
"It’s not a dream. This Angel is likely not an ordinary person," Wei Yubao’s expression was extremely solemn, even respectful. "I suspect she’s a senior. I’ve never told you, I’m a Cultivator. But Spiritual Energy is scarce, and my Cultivation is just so-so. Compared to our ancestors, I’m just trash. By the time it reached your generation, you have no talent for Cultivation. So I never told you any of this."
"Hold on, Mom, what are you saying?" Jiang Zhe’s eyebrows were knitted together in confusion. How is it that he can understand each word his mom says, but not when they’re strung together?
"Mom’s saying we’re not even as good as trash," Muye said coolly.
"That’s right, second brother." Ruan Tingyi nodded painfully, then looked at Wei Yubao with excitement, "Mom, you’re a Cultivator? Like in the TV shows, you can do Sword Flight? Can you take someone’s head from a thousand miles away? Flying and Earth Diving?"
"You’re overthinking it," Wei Yubao said irritably. "Those things might have existed thousands of years ago, but today, cultivators are not only becoming fewer, but also weaker. Even your mom is considered a prominent figure in the Cultivation World. But I can only perform fortune-telling, roughly predict good or bad luck. I can see Spiritual Energy, subdue demons, and catch ghosts, but only at a basic level. Also, I can slightly maintain a youthful appearance, or else my face would have wrinkles by now. I worked very hard to learn that Youthful Appearance Technique."
"Mom, I think if you had used the effort you put into learning the Youthful Appearance Technique on learning Spells, wouldn’t you be the number one in the world?" Muye suddenly asked with a mischievous grin.
"You little rascal, how dare you make fun of your mom. Go help out in the kitchen," Wei Yubao glared at Muye.
Muye giggled as he headed to the kitchen.
"Your Uncle Mu, he’s barely counted as one of us in this circle, but he used to be a Daoist and learned the most orthodox Taoist Skill. Muye is the most gifted in learning these things, but as you can see, he has no interest," Wei Yubao said.
"What? Uncle Mu was a Daoist before? And he married you?" Ruan Tingyi asked, eyes wide with shock.
"Daoists can get married. They’re not monks," Wei Yubao said irritably.
"Oh, right. Daoists and monks are different," Ruan Tingyi nodded, then expressed surprise, "Mom, are you saying the Angel is your senior?"
"That’s just a flattering way for me to put it. To even call her a senior’s senior would be just to flatter myself. That typhoon was completely out of the ordinary. Your mom used to have enemies, and I suspect that an enemy must have obtained some incredible treasure or some illegitimate power, causing the typhoon to mess with you," Wei Yubao analyzed, biting her lip.