"Puff!" The national teacher had a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest, his face turned from red to white, and from white to blue, and his body was shaking.
"Imperial Master!" the attendant exclaimed.
With a trembling hand, Donghuang Imperial Preceptor pointed at the Wanxiang Star Chart, which had become a complete mathematical alarm clock. He glanced towards the warm room (as if he could see through the wall and see the kicking little ancestor), tears streaming down his face (indignantly). "Heaven's secrets... chaos... the Dao... the Dao opposes the Heavenly Powers! I... I've spent my entire life deducing... and yet... it's not even worth a... diaper?!" Indignantly, he ripped off the star crown from his head and slammed it to the ground (not wanting to throw the chart). "I don't deserve to be Imperial Preceptor... I... I'm going back to my hometown to sell pancakes!" With that, he was supported (or rather dragged) by his followers as he angrily departed, his back a forlorn sight. Leaving behind him the star chart, still stubbornly flashing "404," it became the banquet's most cyberpunk decoration.
**Section 2: Pickle Jar's Star Map and Fireworks**
After a series of "cute baby shocks"—including the Northern Di Ice Cream, the Southern Xinjiang Sauce Saint, and the resigned Imperial Master of Donghuang—the atmosphere at the banquet, far from being dull, reached a strange, unprecedentedly warm harmony. Everyone realized that in the General's Mansion, especially in front of these young masters, any attempt to maintain decorum or flaunt one's strength could be the beginning of self-humiliation. So, everyone let loose, focusing on enjoying the delicious food (the Qibao Holy Light-enhanced version), the fine wine (the Yubao Rainbow Purified version), and this rare event filled with unexpected "surprises."
The auspicious time has arrived and the protagonist has arrived.
Ah Luo carefully carried the tightly wrapped, rosy-cheeked Lingbao Su Ling to the specially crafted "Stargazing Cradle" in the center of the banquet hall (the cradle was designed by Chenbao Abacus to stabilize Lingbao's regular fluctuations). The cradle was dotted with flowers and soft night-shining pearls.
The one-year-old celebration ceremony begins!
On the enormous red velvet carpet, a dazzling array of objects symbolizing various possible futures were laid out: Xiao Jue's Guihong ruler (a miniature replica, symbolizing martial arts), Su Li's silver needle bag (medicine), Chen Bao's small abacus model (business/strategy), Heng Bao's golden pacifier (finance?), Yu Bao's rainbow glass cloud boat (transportation/art), Qi Bao's strawberry jade pendant (healing/Shintoism), A Luo's Gu flute (witchcraft), a military manual (military strategy), a small jade Ruyi (good luck), and even a latest edition of "Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art" (apparently added at Chen Bao's insistence)...
Everyone's eyes were focused on the little guy in the cradle, holding their breath.
Lingbao Su Ling was gently awakened, drowsily opening her eyes. Her eyes, reflecting the stars, scanned the glittering mass before her, seemingly uninterested. She yawned slightly, tilted her head, and her gaze passed directly across the red carpet, directed precisely at... the unassuming rows of pickle jars at the General's Mansion, where a few adorable babies were using them as stools.
The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up! As if she had seen a priceless treasure! She stretched out her chubby little finger and pointed firmly in that direction, uttering a vague but clear monosyllable: "Gang...Gang!"
Everyone: “……?”
Ah Luo was stunned for a moment, then tentatively held Lingbao in her arms and approached the pickle jars. Lingbao's little hands immediately waved more vigorously, his face filled with longing.
"Sister wants to play with the jar!" Erbao Su Heng immediately jumped down from the pickle jar he was sitting on and patted the jar mouth diligently.
Ah Luo was at a loss for words and had no choice but to gently place Lingbao's little hand on the edge of the coarse pottery pickle jar that had been hit by Erbao.
Just when Lingbao's little hand touched the edge of the tank!
Buzz——!
Mutation regeneration!
The ordinary pickle jar suddenly erupted with a soft yet vast platinum light! Across the jar's surface, mysterious and complex light patterns instantly illuminated, spreading and interweaving! These light patterns were not static, but rather flowed and combined like living things, projecting a three-dimensional, slowly rotating miniature star map above the jar!
The star map was dazzling, composed of countless tiny points of light. Its orbits and the arrangement of the stars contained profound and boundless cosmic truths! Even more shocking was that the core of the star map was not a known constellation, but a few simple platinum-colored symbols that seemed to point directly to the origin:
**【0 → ∞】**
**[∑(Love) = Home]** (The ∑ symbol is followed by an abstract yet warm house pattern made of light spots)
This star map, this formula, is countless dimensions higher than Donghuang Imperial Master's "404" star chart! It silently expounds on a certain ultimate principle: from zero to infinity, and at the core of it all, the warm sum of "home."
The entire banquet hall fell into a stunned silence once again. Everyone stared at the spinning star map on the pickle jar, as if they had glimpsed a glimpse into the true meaning of the universe.
"Wow! It's so bright! Brighter than Yuyu's cloud boat!" Sanbao Su Yu exclaimed.
"Lingbao caught... the pickle jar?" Sibao Su Qi tilted his little head, his strawberry birthmark glowing, and he seemed to find it very interesting.
The abacus in Dabao Su Chen's arms was jumping wildly, emitting golden light. His little face was flushed with excitement, and he stared at the star map and formula, as if greedily absorbing supreme knowledge: "... the eternal number is concrete... the rule mapping... the core anchor point... home..." He felt that his understanding of "number" had been greatly broadened!
[Ding! Analysis of the "Zhuazhou" (Grand Week) results: Target item—Salt Vegetable Jar (numbered Bingzi No. 7). Deeper meanings associated with: Storage of the underlying rules of the universe, anchor of family emotions, Star Rain data terminal.] The venomous system's voice was numb with a kind of "as expected." [Conclusion: His Highness Lingbao has chosen the hard drive of the world and the harbor of the soul. This system announces the Most Valuable Item (MVP) of this Full Moon Banquet—the Pickle Jar! Congratulations to Jar No. 7 for this honor! Please share your acceptance speech (if it could speak)!]
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