Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chen Anran patted the dust off his clothes and explained, "A batch of special stone I ordered has arrived. It will be used to pave the training room and improve the spirit gathering effect in some areas of the sect."

After saying that, Chen Anran went to the driver's door, looked up at the driver and said, "Old Bin, find a place to park the car. I'll take you to find Old Li, have a rest, drink some water and eat something before we go."

The driver was a middle-aged man named Bin Dasheng, who was introduced by Fatty Li to manage Yunyin Stone Art in Guangshi.

Bin Dasheng is an honest and upright person who doesn't talk much. He also knows what questions he should ask and what questions he shouldn't ask.

Just like this time, he and his apprentice were transporting a batch of stones according to the boss's requirements, but they stopped in a deserted open space. Then their boss, Chen Anran, made them unload the stones from the truck and load a few stones that were placed on the open space back into the truck. After that, he made his apprentice take the batch of stones that had been transported back.

This incredible maneuver, if it weren't for the fact that he was actually transporting stone bricks, would have made Bin Dasheng think he was doing some kind of illegal business.

Chen Anran had previously used this excuse to exchange spirit-gathering bricks for spiritual stones within the sect, so Feng Xiaolu and Wei Qingyi didn't ask any further questions.

After Bin Dasheng parked the car, Chen Anran led Bin Dasheng toward Yunyin Xiaozhu, with Feng Xiaolu and Wei Qingyi following beside them.

Looking at Chen Anran's composed profile, Wei Qingyi recalled Feng Xiaolu's earlier suggestion and felt a slight stirring in her heart. She carefully considered her words before speaking: "Anran, I'm returning to Guangzhou at the end of August. Would you like to come with me for a while? A change of environment might be beneficial to your cultivation."

Chen Anran was visibly taken aback, clearly not expecting his second senior sister to make such a suggestion. His first instinct was to refuse: "As for the sect..."

"The sect is under my and my senior sister's watchful eye!" Feng Xiaolu said quickly. "Besides, Mengmeng and Xiaoman will help, and Fatty Li and Boss Zhao will be there to look after us down the mountain. What could possibly happen? You can go with your second senior sister without worry."

Chen Anran remained silent for a moment before saying, "Let me think about it."

Seeing this, Wei Qingyi didn't urge him, and smiled gently: "Alright, take your time to think it over. There's still some time before I go back."

As they talked, the group arrived at Yunyin Xiaozhu. Fatty Li, who had already been informed, came out to greet them, warmly inviting Bin Dasheng inside for tea and a rest, and arranging for the kitchen to prepare some snacks and a simple meal.

Chen Anran gave Bin Dasheng a few instructions, telling him to rest well and return to Lincheng on his own, and to contact him by phone for further matters.

After seeing Bin Dasheng off, Chen Anran went to the construction site to call Zhang Laoshi.

Upon hearing that it was an order from the immortal master on the mountain, Zhang Laoshi immediately put down his work, called his two quick-handed apprentices, and followed Chen Anran to the parking area.

"Master Chen, what are your orders?" Zhang Laoshi rubbed his hands together. At this moment, he no longer called Chen Anran "Little Brother" and addressed him as such, just like everyone else.

"Uncle Zhang and the brothers, could you please help me move these stone bricks up the mountain?" Chen Anran said, pointing to the seemingly ordinary spirit-gathering stone bricks in the truck bed.

"Alright! Don't worry, I'll make sure it's done perfectly!" Zhang Laoshi patted his chest and he and his apprentices began unloading the goods efficiently. They worked on and off the mountain year-round, so they were strong and quick, and each of them could lift a stone brick weighing several dozen kilograms without any effort.

The group carried the stone bricks up the mountain. Upon returning to the sect, Chen Anran directed Zhang Laoshi and the others to place the stone bricks in their designated locations.

Although Zhang Laoshi and his colleagues were ordinary people, they were meticulous in their work. They were skilled at laying bricks and grouting, and soon the stone bricks were laid flat.

After the work was completed, Chen Anran took out several red bills as payment, but Zhang Laoshi repeatedly declined, saying, "Master Chen, this won't do! It's only right that I help you with some work, how can I accept your money!"

"Uncle Zhang, take this. It's the rule; we can't let everyone work for nothing." Chen Anran insisted on stuffing the money into Zhang Laoshi's hand. "Go back and buy some wine. Please thank the brothers for me."

Unable to refuse, Zhang Laoshi had no choice but to accept the gift with profuse thanks and then led his apprentices down the mountain.

After placing the spirit-gathering stone bricks, Chen Anran could clearly feel that the speed at which spiritual energy gathered in the surrounding area had increased significantly. Although it was subtle, the cumulative effect over time would certainly be considerable.

Feng Xiaolu and Wei Qingyi had been watching from the side. Seeing that he had finished, Feng Xiaolu immediately came over and handed him a bottle of mineral water: "Here you go."

"Thank you." Chen Anran took the water and drank a sip.

Wei Qingyi looked at the thin layer of sweat on Chen Anran's forehead and said gently, "Anran, building a sect is a gradual process, there's no need to rush it. You can consider the suggestion that Xiaolu and I made earlier when you have some free time."

Chen Anran nodded. "Yes, I will seriously consider it, Second Senior Sister."

The three of them returned to the main courtyard together, where the setting sun had already dyed the sky a magnificent orange-red.

Su Wan was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, an ancient book beside her. Little Ling'er was lying on a stone bench nearby, diligently drawing on rice paper with a brush. Seeing them return, Su Wan looked up and smiled gently, "Have you finished everything?"

"Yes, the stone bricks have all been laid," Chen Anran replied, walking over to the stone table and sitting down.

Little Bell put down her brush and proudly held up her painting: "Little Uncle, look! I drew a little rabbit!"

On the rice paper, a round, chubby rabbit with long ears looks adorable. Although the brushwork is immature, it is full of childlike fun.

Chen Anran smiled and patted her head: "You drew very well."

Su Wan's gaze swept across Chen Anran, Wei Qingyi, and Feng Xiaolu's faces, finally settling on Feng Xiaolu's face.

"Little Deer, I have something to tell you."

Feng Xiaolu was admiring Xiaoling'er's painting when she heard this. She looked up, a smile still lingering on her face, and asked, "Ah? Senior Sister, what is it?"

Su Wan turned on the screen of her phone and pointed to the interface called "Righteous Path Fellows Exchange Group". "Just now, the reclusive Feng family contacted me through this group."

Feng Xiaolu's smile froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed. The drawing paper in her hand fluttered onto the stone table.

"The reclusive...Feng family?" Feng Xiaolu's voice was hoarse. "What...why are they looking for our Yunyin Sect?"

Chen Anran and Wei Qingyi also composed themselves and looked at Su Wan.

The Yunyin Sect has always had little contact with those ancient and reclusive families, so they had never heard of the reclusive Feng family. However, Chen Anran and Wei Qingyi were not stupid, and they quickly connected Feng Xiaolu with this Feng family.

Chen Anran felt a pang of anxiety, recalling what Zhang Nanshan had told him: never to investigate Feng Xiaolu's family background, and never to actively seek out the so-called Feng family ancestry.

But now it's not a question of whether he should look for them or not; the other party has come to him on their own.