"Is anyone there? Is this chubby chick your spirit beast? It came to my place and wouldn’t leave, ate a lot of Peach Blossom Cake, and now I’m returning it to you..." The person standing at the courtyard entrance finished saying this with a smile but froze upon seeing the three people in the courtyard.
The City Lord, Luo Anling, and Yu Xinlan exchanged glances, remaining silent for a while.
The big yellow chicken in the City Lord’s arms chirped twice upon seeing Luo Yunyi, flapped its wings, and tried to fly towards Luo Yunyi. However, after just two steps, it quickly plummeted down like a heavy stone.
"Careful!" The City Lord stepped forward and caught the big yellow chicken in his arms, speaking with lingering fear, "If you can’t fly, then walk."
"Thank you." Luo Yunyi stepped forward and took the big yellow chicken from the City Lord’s arms.
"Yun... ah, Senior." The City Lord initially intended to call him Yunyi, but realizing that times had changed, he corrected himself, calling him Senior. As the Chief Disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Luo Yunyi certainly deserved the title of Senior from any small City Lord. However, this person before him was different; he was his grandfather.
Luo Yunyi, holding the big yellow chicken, looked at the elderly figure who seemed to have aged over ten years, feeling a bit complicated in his heart. A cultivator’s appearance hardly changes, yet in recent days, this person had become so weary.
"Grandfather, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" Luo Yunyi, feeling uneasy in his heart, asked.
"I, can I?" The City Lord looked at Luo Yunyi with pleasant surprise.
Even before Luo Yunyi could respond, the City Lord shook his head and looked at Luo Anling and Yu Xinlan, bowing to them: "I’m sorry, although you may not need this apology, I still want to say it."
After saying this, the City Lord quickly turned and left.
Luo Anling watched his father’s departing figure, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something but ultimately kept silent.
Yu Xinlan glanced at Luo Anling and said irritably, "Go on, if you want to talk to him. I’m still mad right now. Maybe I’ll consider talking to him once my anger subsides. But not now."
"Then I won’t go either, I’m still mad too." Luo Anling said.
Luo Yunyi looked at his parents, then walked out with the big yellow chicken in his arms.
Mother once said, time is always the best healing medicine.
And for cultivators, time is the least of their worries.
...
It has been six days since the Heavenly Dao Sect sent out the invitation, and cultivators are still continuously arriving. The Heavenly Dao Sect seems like an infinite space, accommodating all arrivals, much to the amazement of the cultivators.
The Heavenly Dao Sect announced that the contest will be held in six days. Over the next six days, the influx of cultivators gradually decreased as most of those intending to come had arrived.
The Elders of the four great sects were responsible for judging the preliminary selections.
For the competition, anyone could sign up, and there were no age restrictions for Kitchen Cultivators. However, participants in the swordsmanship and spell contests had to be under forty, and once on the competition stage, everyone’s cultivation would be equalized. Low-rank cultivators would have their power elevated to match stronger cultivators, although this would not apply offstage. In other words, to win, one had to rely on their understanding of spells and swordsmanship, as well as their personal battle strategy. Maximizing the potential of equalized strength.
This amazed the cultivators, as the Heavenly Dao Sect could even orchestrate such events.
This development thrilled many low-rank cultivators.