The palace hovered in the air.
Numerous cultivators from the Emotion Crossing Sect flew out of various palaces, kneeling in midair to form a vast sea of people.
"Welcome back to the sect, Divine Son—!"
The resounding voice echoed in all directions.
The spiritual light flickered on the seven solitary peaks, responding to each other from afar.
Hua Wuyin shook the folding fan in her hand, and transmitted a low voice:
"Senior Sister, the Emotion Crossing Sect’s attitude toward the Divine Son is beyond our expectations. It seems the cultivators of this sect hold this Divine Son in unusual reverence."
Gu Tangyin’s cold gaze swept over this group of cultivators and she said indifferently:
"Regardless, this Divine Son is the reincarnation of the Lord Luoxiao."
"Although those in the Demon Path are inherently cold and selfish, always driven by profit, never respecting age or status, the Lord Luoxiao is not an ordinary person. The True Lords of the Emotion Crossing Sect both respect and fear her. All kinds of etiquette are in full compliance."
Upon hearing this, Hua Wuyin thoughtfully closed her fan, gently tapping her palm:
"I see. The Lord Luoxiao is notoriously fierce. Even in this reincarnated form, the remaining prestige and secret maneuvers are enough to make these unruly old monsters of the Demon Sect fall prostrate like domestic dogs."
"Let’s see what else happens."
Gu Tangyin looked intently at the palace and sighed,
"The matter of Celestial Abyss is still unclear. But fortunately, with the Divine Son in the sect, there are opportunities. Since we’re here, let’s make the best of it and see how long the Divine Son can keep up this act."
Unlike others,
Gu Tangyin had no fear of this Divine Son.
She was from Huayue Mansion and knew long ago that, after a millennium of reincarnation, this Divine Son had little power left, and the day of her complete downfall was not far away.
Why fear someone already destined to perish?
...
The Third Peak, Greed Vein.
"Sizzle—!"
Beast oil entered the pot, and the aroma of meat filled the air.
Qing Jun had somehow found a piece of cloth to tie around her waist as an apron, holding an iron spatula thicker than her thigh, standing on a small wooden stool, and was diligently stir-frying the demon beast meat in the pot.
Although the little girl’s face was covered in black soot, looking like a little flowered cat, she was enthusiastic and energetic.
"Second Senior Sister, if the heat is over, the meat will become tough."
Jin’er expressionlessly sat on a small stool nearby, holding a fire poker, dutifully controlling the heat of the ground fire, and interjecting.
"Mind your own business! Even if Qing Jun’s stir-fried meat becomes charcoal, it’s still the best!"
The little girl angrily waved the spatula but hurriedly put the cooked meat into a jade plate that Zhiwei had prepared.
How strange.
Has it been too long since she last cooked?
The little girl was puzzled, thinking she wouldn’t make such a low-tier mistake!
She couldn’t help glancing at Jin’er. This scheming junior sister practiced fire magic; could it be her doing?
"Senior Sister, what’s wrong?"
Jin’er looked innocent.
"Darn it!"
The little girl glared at Jin’er indignantly. Seeing Jin’er’s innocent expression, Qing Jun could be sure it was Jin’er who tried to trip her up!
The detestable green tea junior sister!
"Ta-da-da-da! Master, Qing Jun’s secret-sauce stir-fried spirit beast meat is ready!"
Though she had noted her sneaky junior sister’s account in her heart, the little girl immediately put on a bright, triumphant smile, holding the plate of meat, and dashed over to Chen Ye.
Chen Ye was lazily reclined in a bamboo chair, holding a cup of freshly brewed spirit tea.
He looked calm like an old dog,
but in fact, his Divine Sense had subtly been extended.
After all, the commotion from the Divine Son returning to the sect was too significant for Chen Ye to ignore.
"Master, it seems very noisy outside, and someone keeps mentioning this and that Divine Son."
Qing Jun put down the plate, used her oil-stained little hand to wipe the sweat off her face, and looked curiously at the ominous blood-red above the sky.
"It’s just a big shot showing off, nothing to do with us poor Loose Cultivators at the bottom."
Chen Ye’s gaze flickered, and his Divine Sense returned.
Even so, he placed great importance on this Divine Son; perhaps in this journey to find his father-in-law, he needed to start with the Divine Son.
Moreover,
Chen Ye found it quite strange that, although this Divine Son had clearly broken free from the control of the Emotion Crossing Sect, she still returned to it?
"Ah, Master, you really think of us as Loose Cultivators! Master is the Inner Sect Peak Master! A big shot!"
The little girl was displeased.
She was an ultimate True Dragon, unrelated to poverty.
Master was the greatest master in the world; how could he be so unremarkable?
Chen Ye chuckled.
This girl really took things seriously.
He casually performed a dust-clearing technique, cleaning the black soot off the little girl’s face, and picked up a piece of beast meat to eat.
"Alright, alright, I’ll do as you say. Hmm... not bad. With Qing Jun’s culinary skills, even if you don’t pursue Immortal Cultivation, you could open a restaurant among mortals to support us."
Chen Ye praised.
"Hehe!"
Qing Jun immediately lifted her little chin proudly, her cowlick sticking up high, puffing out her little chest proudly, and provocatively glanced at Jin’er.
Did you hear that!
Master said she could support him!
Jin’er silently stirred the Spirit Rice in her bowl, watching with her eyes and ears, pretending not to see.
She didn’t do it on purpose earlier!
Recently she had been practicing fire magic, just failed to control the cooking fire properly, and she even reminded Qing Jun at the first moment...
Zhiwei served a bowl of Spirit Rice in front of Qing Jun, refilled a cup of spirit tea for Master, and said softly:
"Master shouldn’t spoil her too much. If Second Junior Sister really develops the idea of opening a restaurant among mortals, I’m afraid she won’t even want to meditate in the future."
"What’s wrong with opening a restaurant? There’s good food every day!" Qing Jun muttered, shoveling rice into her mouth, "This way, Qing Jun can still take care of you all! You’ll all have to count on Qing Jun for survival!"