Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 469, a high-energy chapter, is updated! Read it now:

"Master, should we follow them?"

The young male disciple beside Su Changning frowned. He was Su Changning's only disciple, named He Qing, and had been cultivating with Su Changning for ten years, currently at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. He frowned because Lu Kong had looked at him with a half-smile when getting into the car, as if...they were very familiar with each other.

But how could that senior possibly be acquainted with him?

Su Changning, unaware of her disciple's thoughts, shook her head and said, "Let's go back. After all, our Immortal Alliance will be sending people over soon to see what kind of people have come to Tianjing City."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the direction of Tongtian Pavilion.

He Qing quickly followed, and after a few steps, couldn't help but look back. The three iron boxes had already driven out of the city gate and disappeared into the morning light. The people on the street were still gathered there, their voices buzzing with discussion.

"Master," he lowered his voice, "just what is the cultivation level of that True Person Chen? Even Elder Yunjiu..."

"I can't see through it," Su Changning said.

He Qing was taken aback.

Su Changning continued walking, her voice calm as if she were talking about something unrelated to herself: "I can't see through him, nor can I see through that Lu Kong beside him. Yun Jiu sees through him even less. That's why he's afraid."

"Then...who will headquarters send?"

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Su Changning did not answer.

She simply continued walking forward, through the crowd, across the gradually quieting street, towards the nine-story Tongtian Pavilion.

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As the three iron boxes drove out of the gates of Tianjing, the morning light shone over the city tower and onto the official road.

Jiang Yan drove the first car, his small eyes squinting, humming an unknown tune. In the rearview mirror, the outline of Tianjing City grew smaller and smaller, and the nine-story Tongtian Pavilion gradually blurred into a thin shadow.

"Mr. Jiang, what are you humming?" Wei Qingyi in the back seat couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Far Away," Jiang Yan said. "It's by Fei Yuqing."

Who is Fei Yu-ching?

"An old man who can sing very well."

The car continued forward, passing through fields, villages, and one unnamed mountain after another.

Around noon, Jiang Yan parked his car under the shade of a tree by the roadside.

"Let's take a break and have something to eat." He pushed open the car door and jumped out.

The two cars behind also stopped. Master Tianbao was the first to jump out, stretching lazily and muttering, "These old bones are about to fall apart from all the jostling." Qi Lan, carrying a cloth bag full of trinkets, slowly got out and found a rock by the roadside to sit on. Huiming clasped his hands together, glanced at the surrounding mountains and fields, and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Feng Wenzheng, Feng Changyuan, and Feng Lie got out of the third car. As soon as Feng Lie got out, he ran to the roadside, opened his arms wide towards the fields, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Freedom!"

Feng Changyuan rolled his eyes at him: "Freedom what freedom? You'll still have to work when you go back to Yunyin Mountain."

Feng Lie turned around, speaking with righteous indignation: "How can that be the same? During those two months in Tianjing, I was constantly chased by those scholars demanding poems from me, and I didn't even dare to leave the house. At least no one is chasing me for poems now that I'm back at Yunyin Mountain."

Feng Changyuan chuckled: "You're overthinking it. Once you get back, your reputation as the 'Fiery White Poet Immortal' will definitely be widespread. Don't underestimate the madness of fans, even in ancient times."

Feng Lie's face fell.

Chen Anran got out of the car, stood by the roadside, and looked at the distant mountains and fields.

Little Ling'er pulled Wei Yiran along, holding an oil paper package in her hands: "Junior Uncle, Junior Uncle, would you like some snacks? Sister Wei brought them from the palace!"

Chen Anran took a piece and took a bite.

Osmanthus cake, sweet but not cloying, just like the one I had at the Wei residence that day.

"Is it delicious?" Xiao Ling'er asked, tilting her head back.

Chen Anran nodded.

Xiao Ling'er smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescent moons, then ran back to Wei Yiran's side. The two of them huddled together, chattering away.

Lu Kong walked up to Chen Anran at some point, holding a piece of osmanthus cake in his hand, and slowly munched on it.

"Uncle-Master," he said, "Master came to see us off today."

"I saw it."

"Did you see my senior brother? That is, your eldest nephew."

Chen Anran paused slightly, then nodded. "I saw it."

Lu Kong blinked. "You know him?"

Chen Anran said, "Not only do I know him, but Master Tianbao and the others have also met him."

"Really?"

Chen Anran recalled, "Back in modern times, a group of evil cultivators believed that your senior brother was the ancestor of the evil path. In order to awaken your senior brother, they ruined a ley line, causing the earth dragon to churn and causing many people in Chongqing to suffer."

Lu Kong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed through the mountains in the afternoon, startling several birds in the roadside bushes. Master Tianbao and the others all turned to look, wondering what Senior Lu was laughing about all of a sudden.

"Uncle-Master," Lu Kong laughed until tears welled up in his eyes, "Now that you mention it, it's true. Back then, we were really considered the ancestors of the heretical sects."

Looking at the distant mountains and fields, Chen Anran suddenly asked, "In the Great Qian Dynasty, there is still no distinction between good and evil, is there?"

Lu Kong shook his head: "No. At least not now."

"So what?"

"There's a conflict between people and demons," Lu Kong said. "Uncle-Master, in the past two months in Tianjing, have you heard anyone mention the word 'demon race'?"

Chen Anran thought for a moment and slowly nodded: "I've heard it a few times, it's always just idle gossip over tea."

Lu Kong leaned against the car, arms crossed, and said, "In this world, the biggest conflict is not between good and evil, but between humans and demons. Within the Immortal Alliance, human cultivators and demon cultivators have been fighting each other for hundreds of years."

Chen Anran turned her head and looked at him.

Meeting that gaze, Lu Kong continued, "Uncle-Master, think about it. Humans can walk the path of cultivation, and so can demons. Humans can reach the Nascent Soul stage, and so can demons. Humans can reach the Deity Transformation stage, and so can demons. Why should humans be superior to demons?"

He paused, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains and forests, a complex look in his eyes that was hard to describe.

"Therefore, within the Immortal Alliance, human cultivators and demon cultivators were divided into two factions. On the surface, everyone was polite to each other, but behind the scenes, they wished they could devour each other alive."

As he spoke, Lu Kong seemed to remember something and said sarcastically, "So some of Fellow Daoist Qi Lan's 'pursuers' are not lustful, nor are they genuinely pursuing her. Instead, they are looking at 'what level this demon is' and 'needing to find a reason to get rid of her.'"

Chen Anran didn't speak, but just looked at the distant mountains and fields.

Lu Kong looked at him, then suddenly smiled again: "Uncle-Master, are you wondering which side we should stand on after this trip back?"

Chen Anran shook her head.

"It's not about standing on one side or the other," he said. "It's about holding both sides down."

Lu Kong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The laughter was louder and more joyful than before.

"Good! What a great 'hold both sides down'!" He slapped his thigh. "Uncle-Master, I love your tone! What human race or demon race, what righteous sect or evil sect, in your eyes they're all the same—they all need to be held down."