Normally, when visiting a cultivator’s Cave Dwelling, one should first send a Transmission Talisman to the cultivator inside to request entry.
However, this was the Original Host’s own home, and there was no precedent for sending a Transmission Talisman to one’s parents.
Furthermore, Mu Yanxin could not find any Transmission Talismans within his Terminal Ring.
Logically, he should have been able to enter his own home directly, but Mu Yanxin had never seen this kind of iron door before.
The Forbidden Ward upon it was also unfamiliar to him. He feared that if he acted abnormally, it might arouse his parents’ suspicion.
Fortunately, when Mu Yanxin raised his hand to see if he could simply pull the door open, the Terminal Ring emitted a beam of light.
With a crisp click, the Forbidden Ward on the iron door deactivated, and the door swung open automatically.
“You brat! You finally decided to come back?” The familiar middle-aged male voice he had previously heard through the Terminal Ring drifted out from inside.
It was immediately followed by another equally familiar female voice: “It is good that he is back. It is not the first time Xin’er has gone out, so what are you worried about?”
Mu Yanxin knew that this female voice belonged to his mother. It sounded familiar entirely due to the residual impressions left by the Original Host.
He took a deep breath, stepped into the house, and spoke as if he had done so a thousand times before. “I am home.”
Upon entering, he found that the interior was not as dark, narrow, or cramped as it appeared from the outside. In fact, the home looked quite warm and bright, and the main hall was rather spacious.
The floor was covered with wooden planks and carpets, while several ink paintings and ornaments hung on the walls.
Gentle overhead lights were installed on the ceiling. This style of interior decoration, so different from Mu Yanxin’s previous life, could already be considered luxurious for a Cultivator.
A middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face sat on the sofa; he was the father Mu Yanxin had seen earlier via the Terminal.
Standing beside him was a young girl who appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years old. She was delicate and lovely, wearing a domestic apron.
“Dad, Mom.” Mu Yanxin called out naturally, without feeling the slightest bit of awkwardness or discomfort.
The young girl before his eyes, who appeared to be the same age as him, was indeed the biological mother of the Original Host.
One could not judge a Cultivator’s age by their appearance. As their cultivation level deepened, their rate of aging would slow down significantly.
Moreover, female cultivators valued beauty, and it was quite normal for them to use a Cultivation Method or an Elixir to maintain a youthful countenance.
Setting aside his mother who looked like a young girl, Mu Yanxin had once seen a female elder in the Magnificent Truth Sect who was over a thousand years old yet looked like a seven or eight-year-old child.
The reason was that she had broken through to the Core Formation stage when she was seven, causing her body to stop developing.
Later, she grew accustomed to her child-like stature and did not bother seeking ways to grow up, thus maintaining the appearance of a young girl forever. Even her great-grandsons looked older than her.
“It is good that you are back, Xin’er. Did you have any harvests today?” his mother asked with a smile. Even her tone sounded like that of a teenage girl.
Furthermore, Mu Yanxin discovered that she was actually a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, and her aura felt exceptionally powerful—at least much stronger than the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators he had seen in his previous life.
In contrast, his father sitting on the sofa was a Qi Refining cultivator. His aura felt roughly the same as the Original Host’s.
No wonder he looked like a middle-aged man while the mother looked like a young girl; it seemed his father’s cultivation and Innate Talent were inferior to his mother’s.
“Uh, not much harvest. I couldn’t find anything good. On the way home, I encountered an Immortal Vessel from Yangxin Hall and was delayed because I had to give way,” Mu Yanxin replied.
He did not know how the Original Host usually spoke to his mother, so he chose to speak about the events he had actually experienced.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing about the Immortal Vessel of Yangxin Hall, his father sat up straight on the sofa.
His mother’s spiritual eyes flickered as she smiled. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence? Your father happens to be working for Yangxin Hall.”
Ah? Mu Yanxin was inwardly shocked. Was his father a disciple of Yangxin Hall? No, if he were a disciple, she wouldn’t call it “working.”
That word sounded more like an employment relationship. Was his father an Itinerant Cultivator?
“It cannot really be called working. I just help them grow some Spiritual Herbs as a supplier, that’s all.” His father’s face reddened with slight embarrassment as he shifted the topic.
He looked at Mu Yanxin and asked, “Who was on that Immortal Vessel? If it was from Yangxin Hall, the family name should have been written on the sails.”
“It was from the Lin Family. There was a Young Master from the Foundation Establishment stage on the deckhouse. I heard the people around me calling him Young Master Lin,” Mu Yanxin said.
His father took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, “Then that is correct. That is the son of Chairman Lin.”
“I heard he is the most talented child of the Lin Family’s current generation and is very likely to take charge of Yangxin Hall in the future.”
This was the second time Mu Yanxin had heard the word “Chairman.” When he saw the Immortal Vessel earlier, other Cultivators had also said that Young Master Lin was the son of the Chairman.
It seemed to be a position similar to a Sect Leader or a Hall Master. That Chairman Lin was likely one of the highest-ranking people in Yangxin Hall.
“He lives in a different world from us. Yangxin Hall is so large, with many departments ranging from the Hospital to the pharmaceutical factory.”
“A mere farmer could never meet the Chairman. There is no use thinking too much about it,” his mother said with a smile, her words carrying a hint of quirkiness.
His father did not show any anger at his wife’s words. Instead, he forced a smile and said, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. If not for… anyway, you have suffered alongside me.”
These words sounded like there was a story behind them. Mu Yanxin pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what his father would say next.
However, his mother shook her head and said, “What suffering is there? I have a home, a husband, and a son. Besides, it wasn’t your fault. Haven’t we made it through together? Let’s not talk about it. Time to eat, time to eat.”
Mu Yanxin actually wanted to hear more about the family’s background. After all, he currently knew nothing about this family’s history, which made it easy for him to reveal a flaw.
If it really came to that, he could only pretend to have amnesia.
Unfortunately, both parents clearly did not want to talk about it. Upon hearing that it was time to eat, his mother waved her hand toward the kitchen.
Several plates of food flew from the kitchen to the dining table along with the dishes. A pot that looked somewhat like a Pill Cauldron also flew over, filled with fragrant Spiritual Rice.
“Xin’er, why are you still standing there? Go wash your hands and sit down,” his mother said as she arranged the plates, her movements practiced and skillful.
“Okay,” Mu Yanxin agreed and walked toward the kitchen. In truth, he was somewhat confused. He saw no spring or well in this house—how was he supposed to wash his hands?
But his Spirit Sense quickly noticed a White Jade basin in the kitchen that was wet, clearly having been used recently. There was a steel pipe above it that looked like a water outlet, with a handle beside it.
With such an obvious structure, Mu Yanxin did not even need the Terminal Ring to teach him. With a light twist, water indeed flowed from the outlet.
After washing his hands briefly, he was astonished. This was actually Spiritual Water?
From the conversation between his parents, he could tell that this family was not particularly wealthy. He hadn’t expected that even their water would be Spiritual Water.
Although this was common in the Cave Dwellings of Core Formation or Nascent Soul cultivators, it was rare for those at the Foundation Establishment or Qi Refining stages.