Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the five-star hotel, falling on Chen Anran's face. He slowly opened his eyes, ending his meditation. Although he hadn't slept all night, his spirit was exceptionally high. He focused his consciousness on the Evolution Museum, observing that the evolutionary progress of the Corpse-Nourishing Jade was stable, and the pebble was showing increasing brilliance.

On the outer tea table, the soul-gathering urn with talismans pasted on it remained quiet, with no more yin energy leaking out.

The door to the inner room opened, and Feng Xiaolu, with messy hair and yawning, walked out, still wearing the hotel's white bathrobe. She immediately spotted the Soul-Gathering Jar in the corner, instantly sobering up considerably, and tiptoed around it: "Junior Brother, is this thing... safe?"

"Senior Sister's talisman is very effective; there's no problem for now," Chen Anran said with a smile.

Feng Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief, but was immediately drawn to the bustling city view outside the window. She ran to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked at the ant-like stream of cars below, exclaiming, "This view is amazing! When I make a lot of money in the future, I'll stay in a hotel like this every day!"

Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Feng Xiaolu was startled and looked warily towards the door. Chen Anran got up and looked through the peephole; it was a hotel waiter pushing a food cart.

Upon opening the door, the waiter respectfully said, "Good morning, sir and madam. This is breakfast prepared for you by Mr. Wang."

The food cart was filled with a variety of exquisite breakfast dishes, a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, and the aroma was irresistible.

Feng Xiaolu's eyes widened in amazement. As soon as the waiter left, she rushed over, exclaiming, "Wow! Abalone congee! Crystal shrimp dumplings! Black truffle scrambled eggs! Mr. Wang is so knowledgeable!"

Chen Anran chuckled and picked up her chopsticks: "What's this? When the sect is filled with all sorts of spiritually rich ingredients, I'll cook you even better meals every day."

"Haha, my junior brother's cooking skills have stood the test of time. Once we have spiritual ingredients, I can't even imagine how delicious your cooking will be."

The two chatted and laughed as they enjoyed a delicious and hearty breakfast.

Feng Xiaolu ate to her heart's content, patted her round belly and slumped on the sofa, sighing, "It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality."

Not long after they finished eating, Wang Anxi called, his tone respectful yet excited: "Master Chen, Master Feng, I hope I haven't disturbed your meditation? Our chairman's flight is scheduled to arrive around noon, and he specifically requested that a banquet be held tonight to entertain you both. Would you do me the honor of joining us?"

Chen Anran glanced at Feng Xiaolu, who was nodding frantically, mouthing "Go, go, go!" He smiled and replied into the phone, "Mr. Wang, you're too kind. We'll be there on time."

"That's great!" Wang Anxi exclaimed happily. "I'll send the time and location to Master Feng's phone later tonight. Do you two have any plans for today? Would you like me to send a car to accompany you?"

"No need," Chen Anran declined. "We'll just wander around the city."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xiaolu immediately jumped up from the sofa, excitedly planning: "Junior brother, before the chairman arrives, shall we go shopping again? We've made so much money this time, we should buy some decent gifts for senior sister and Xiaoling'er! And that heartless second senior sister, let's get her one too, so she won't accuse us of favoritism."

Chen Anran naturally had no objections. His senior sisters had done so much for him and the sect, and he had long wanted to repay them. Now that he had the ability, it was only right and proper.

The two checked out of the hotel and left their luggage at the front desk. Chen Anran carefully wrapped the soul-gathering urn sealed with the talisman in yellow cloth and put it in an inconspicuous canvas bag to carry with him. Feng Xiaolu looked at the bag and was still a little scared, so she subconsciously moved a little further away.

In Lincheng's largest shopping mall, Feng Xiaolu was in her element, making full use of her bargaining skills honed through her "worldly experience" and her unique insights into fashion.

For her senior sister Su Wan, she picked out a high-quality silk scarf with an elegant color and subtle pattern, saying it suited her as the sect leader. For Xiao Ling'er, she bought a whole bunch of colorful new toys, pretty dresses, and imported candies and chocolates that city kids supposedly love, wishing she could take the whole toy store home. As for her second senior sister, Feng Xiaolu hesitated for a long time before finally choosing a set of top-rated skincare products, muttering, "That girl is out in the sun and wind all day long, running around like an extra. If she doesn't take care of herself, she'll really turn into a haggard old woman."

Chen Anran followed behind, watching his third senior sister shop with great enthusiasm, his heart filled with warmth. He also picked out a small gift for each of his three senior sisters and Xiao Ling'er. For his eldest senior sister, it was a jade hairpin, not expensive, but warm and translucent; for his second senior sister, it was a pair of genuine leather gloves, suitable for keeping warm while riding a bicycle; for his third senior sister, it was a small and exquisite brass bell, the clapper producing a clear and melodious sound when struck, said to have a calming effect; and for Xiao Ling'er, it was a set of beautiful picture books.

After finishing their shopping, the two found a quiet coffee shop to rest. Looking at the gifts piled up on the seats next to them, Feng Xiaolu suddenly sighed, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes somewhat unfocused: "Junior Brother, do you think... Second Senior Sister will be happy to receive these gifts?"

Chen Anran stirred her coffee and comforted her, "Second Senior Sister is just busy. She'll definitely contact us once she's done with this. Maybe she's playing an important role in some film crew and can't get away."

"I hope so," Feng Xiaolu said, pursing her lips. "I'm just afraid she'll be so naive that she won't even know if she's being bullied."

In the evening, Wang Anxi sent the location of the banquet—a members-only restaurant on the top floor of a building in the city center, with a private environment and excellent views overlooking the entire night view of Lincheng.

Chen Anran and Feng Xiaolu took a private car arranged by Wang Anxi to the restaurant.

The door to the private room opened, and a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, dressed in a well-tailored suit, with a calm and refined demeanor, immediately stood up and greeted them with a broad smile. Beside him stood the respectful Wang Anxi.

"Master Chen, Master Feng, I have long admired your esteemed names! I am Zhao Qiming, the chairman of Tianhe Group. It is truly an honor for our humble abode that you two have graced us with your presence!" Zhao Qiming's voice was loud and clear, his attitude warm yet measured, and he extended his hand proactively.

Chen Anran shook hands with him, feeling the warmth and strength of his palm, and smiled, "Chairman Zhao, you're too kind. I am Chen Anran, and this is my junior sister, Feng Xiaolu. It was nothing, nothing at all."

Feng Xiaolu gave a demure bow: "Greetings, Chairman Zhao."

"You two are truly young and promising, with extraordinary bearing!" Zhao Qiming exclaimed sincerely, and led the two to their seats. During the meal, he did not mention the details of the old building incident in much detail, showing great thoughtfulness. He simply raised his glass frequently to thank the two for their help in saving the company's important project, his words filled with admiration and curiosity for these "extraordinary people."

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, the atmosphere became increasingly harmonious. Zhao Qiming then changed the subject, his tone becoming slightly more serious: "Master Chen, Master Feng, to be honest, besides thanking you both, I have another request."

Chen Anran put down his chopsticks and calmly said, "Please speak, Chairman Zhao."