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Clang!
Back at home, the Taiqing Flying Sword vibrated with a buzzing sound.
Then... it smoothly transformed into a beam of blue light, flipping up and down adeptly, cleaning, taking out the trash, cooking, stir-frying...
It handled everything effortlessly, as if it knew exactly what it was doing.
Building a foundation hadn't made it forget its skills.
Every now and then, due to the lack of soy sauce, vinegar, salt, scallions, cilantro and the like, it would grab some Xianmen Paper Money and dart into the sky; within a dozen breaths, it would return, bringing back the items, wash them thoroughly, and add them to the still-steaming stir-fry pan.
"...After so many years, this little tree remains as capable and obliging as ever,"
Jiang Yuan watched with continued amazement, wishing he could invent a replacement right away, to live a blissful life where everything was handed to him.
After about ten minutes,
