Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 591 Peaceful Days

The osmanthus trees at Dongshan Villa are in full bloom.

Golden blossoms densely adorn the branches, clustered together, like someone had crushed gold and scattered it among the leaves.

When the wind blew, the raindrops fell in a soft rustling sound, like a fine, golden rain, covering the bluestone slabs of the courtyard.

It feels soft and fluffy underfoot, making a soft rustling sound, and it also has a sweet fragrance.

The aroma was neither too strong nor too weak, but just right, filling the entire courtyard and even overshadowing the freshly brewed tea in the pot under the eaves.

Lin Nian'er sat on the veranda, holding a cup of tea in her hand, looking at the flowers in the courtyard.

She was dressed in a plain white dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, sitting there calmly, like a flower that had taken root.

The girlish naiveté has faded from her eyes, replaced by a sense of composure and calmness.

She is over a hundred years old, but she still looks like she is in her early twenties.

Liu Ruyan sat next to her; her appearance was a completely enlarged version of Lin Nian'er, only with a more mature charm.

If you weren't familiar with them, you'd think they were sisters.

The two sat there quietly, speechless, both waiting for the most important man in their lives.

Suddenly, the void in front of the two of them split open, and Lin Chen walked out and landed in the middle of the courtyard.

He was still wearing that moon-white robe, his hair was tied up, and his face was as usual, just like when he left a hundred years ago.

The teacup in Lin Nian'er's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," and she lunged forward.

"Father!"

She threw herself into Lin Chen's arms, causing him to take a half-step back.

She gripped Lin Chen's clothes tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white, as if afraid that if she let go, Lin Chen would disappear again.

His face was buried in Lin Chen's chest, his muffled voice nasal, just like when he was a child:

"You scared me to death! Do you have no idea how worried we were about you..."

Lin Chen looked down at Lin Nian'er and patted her head with a smile.

"It's alright now. Father won't be in seclusion for such a long time anymore."

Lin Nian'er looked up, her eyes red-rimmed: "Are you really alright?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Really."

Lin Nian'er stared at Lin Chen for several seconds, then loosened the hem of his clothes and took a step back.

A maid handed her a cup of fresh tea, which she took and then presented to Lin Chen with both hands.

Lin Chen picked it up and took a sip. The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold. It had a refreshing aroma and a sweet aftertaste. He sighed contentedly after finishing it.

This period of more than a hundred years of seclusion and solitary retreat has finally come to a warm end.

After the father and daughter finished speaking, Liu Ruyan spoke up:

"You've lost weight."

Lin Chen smiled and said, "I was thinking about you."

Liu Ruyan rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly as she picked up her teacup and took a sip, as if trying to hide something.

Looking at the osmanthus blossoms covering the trees and the scattered gold dust on the ground, Lin Chen suddenly felt that the string that had been taut for over a hundred years in his heart had finally loosened.

He decided to rest at home for a while.

He doesn't cultivate, doesn't meditate, doesn't comprehend the Great Dao, and doesn't bother with those unfinished chores.

Just like a spoiled young master who has just transmigrated, he sleeps, eats, listens to music, and spends time with his family.

For the next ten years, Lin Chen did not cultivate or go into seclusion.

I sleep until I naturally wake up every morning, and only lazily get out of bed when the sun is high in the sky.

Then I would get dressed and go to the yard to practice my boxing twice, not for martial arts training, but to deal with my wife who was as fierce as a wolf.

As they were fighting, Lin Nian'er suddenly appeared from under the eaves, carrying a freshly brewed tea. She didn't disturb Lin Chen, but just watched from the side, handing it to him as soon as he withdrew his fist.

Lin Chen took it and drank a sip. It was warm, not hot, and he felt a warm glow inside. His daughter knew how to care for him.

After breakfast, you can chat with the old lady and Su Wanqing for a while.

Or accompany Liu Ruyan for a walk, the two of you strolling slowly along the path behind the villa. The flowers along the roadside bloom year after year, each with the same few colors, but they are beautiful every year.

Or perhaps she'd be helping Qin Shuyan settle accounts; the Lin family is growing bigger and bigger, and Qin Shuyan is getting busier and busier.

Lin Chen asked her to delegate power to her son and granddaughter-in-law, but she was still worried, so Lin Chen let her be.

With her current cultivation level and abundant energy, living for several thousand years wouldn't be a problem.

Xiao Yulou no longer pestered Lin Chen to practice swordsmanship; now she spends more time teaching her great-grandchildren how to practice.

Lin Chen leaned against the pillar and watched for a while, feeling that the scene was more exciting than any army.

Chu Yueyao's medicinal garden on the back mountain grew larger and larger, filled with all kinds of rare medicinal herbs, and she still brewed a bowl of nourishing soup for Lin Chen every day.

Wen Ruoxi's business empire spans the entire continent, making her a universally recognized female god of wealth.

Ye Qingying had already handed over the Lin family's secret guards to her daughter, and spent her time either with Lin Chen or cultivating her mind and body.

Murong Xue and Su Xiaoxiao still frequently played chess and fought fiercely.

The two sisters, Zhao Mingyue and Empress Zhao Lingyang, were like two retired cadres, spending their days either drinking tea or going out for fun.

Lan Fenghuang, Liu Shengxue, Yao Yao... each has their own unique hobbies.

The women in the family never quarrel or get jealous, and the atmosphere is harmonious.

Besides spending time with his family and children at the Dongshan Villa, Lin Chen would also frequently visit Hehuan Valley or other places.

Look at those girls, and also look at his lovers.

The girls of Hehuan Valley, the beast girls of the Southern Wilderness, the tributes from various powerful forces...

New people come every day, and old people leave every day.

Life was like a still pond, only stirred by the wind, and barely even rippled.

Lin Nian'er is 135 years old and still single.

Besides cultivating, she spent her days pestering Lin Chen.

Lin Chen was sunbathing in the yard, and she moved a stool to sit next to him.

Lin Chen went for a walk in the garden, and she followed behind him.

While Lin Chen was talking to the old lady, she just stood by, serving tea and water without interrupting.

Lin Chen asked her once, "Nian'er, are you really not planning to get married?"

Lin Nian'er shook her head, her tone crisp and decisive: "I won't marry."

Lin Chen asked again, "Why?"

Lin Nian'er thought for a moment, then tilted her head and looked at Lin Chen for a while: "There's nothing I like."

Lin Chen nodded: "That's true."

Lin Nian'er smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons:

"Besides, I have my father, what do I need a stinky man for?"

Lin Chen felt somewhat helpless, thinking to himself: Perhaps when I have the opportunity to go to the Origin Realm in the future, I might find someone worthy of Nian'er.

Lin Nianjun's children have all reached the level of celestial immortals, and the eldest one even has a grandson, adding several great-great-grandchildren to the Lin family.

Lin Nianbei married a female sword cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. The couple sparred every day, neither willing to concede to the other, but their relationship was very good.

Lin Nianying learned demon hunting from the King of Ten Thousand Demons, and her beast taming skills were almost unmatched among the younger generation.

Lin Nianjie joined the Guardians of the Galaxy and is now the vice-captain, clad in silver armor and wielding a silver spear, looking incredibly dashing.

The other children have all achieved success in their own right, each holding a prominent position in their respective areas.

The Lin family has over a thousand core disciples, scattered throughout the Tianyuan Continent, each with their own unique experiences and future prospects.

Lin Chen felt that his life had been worthwhile.

With the system at my fingertips, beautiful women by my side, and a house full of children, I am invincible.

He even felt that he could live like this forever.

However, although he may be invincible in the world, he may not be so invincible in the heavens!

People without thought, he must worry about!

"The Primordial Realm... the Great Emperor... the God... transcendence..." Lin Chen murmured softly.

"When will we achieve true freedom?"