Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 499 Definition

The Feng family mansion has become more lively than before in the past six months.

It's called a mansion, but it's really just a courtyard set aside within the resort.

The house has three courtyards, including a main hall, side halls, a study, a meditation room, and a martial arts training ground. A medicinal herb garden has also been specially set aside in the backyard, which is currently being tended by villagers.

At this moment, the main hall was brightly lit.

Feng Wen was sitting in the main seat, holding a teacup in his hand, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"So, you've met our ancestor? And he even acknowledges you as his ancestors? That brat Feng Lie plagiarized poems and is being fawned over by all the scholars in the city? And our Master Chen really caused a huge disturbance in Tianjing? He even dealt with the people from the Immortal Alliance?"

Sitting below Feng Wenzheng, Feng Wenyuan looked on with a strange expression, as if he were listening to a bizarre tale. The other members of the Feng family had similar expressions.

Feng Lie was standing in the center of the hall, gesturing wildly with a smug look on his face. He hadn't even had time to take a bath after returning home when he was surrounded by his entire family in the main hall. Feng Wenyuan, Feng Yue, Feng Gusong, Feng Xuanying, Feng Lishan, Feng Zhi, Feng Gang, Feng Lu... everyone who could come was there, some sitting, some standing, filling the main hall to the brim.

Feng Lie spoke with great enthusiasm, embellishing his experiences during his two months in Tianjing over and over again. From the initial shock of arriving in Tianjing, to the fear of being knelt before Feng Jin and called "Ancestor," to the embarrassment of being chased by all the city's literati for his poems.

Feng Lie's mouth was dry from talking, so he picked up his teacup and gulped down a mouthful, wiped his mouth, and continued speaking.

"You wouldn't believe how respectful that princess was! She knelt on the ground, calling me 'Grand Ancestor,' it gave me goosebumps. I was thinking, if she knew we traveled from three thousand years in the future, she'd faint on the spot!"

Feng Wenyuan, sitting at the lower end, shook his head as he listened: "You child, you can't watch your mouth. What do you mean by fainting or not fainting? That's your ancestor."

"My ancestors?" Feng Lie chuckled. "Uncle, you're mistaken. According to the seniority they assigned to us, we are their ancestors."

Feng Wenyuan could only manage a wry smile. Feng Yue, standing to the side, wore a sour face. Given his character, if Feng Wenzheng hadn't been involved, Feng Yue would have given Feng Lie a good scolding.

Feng Lie stood in the center of the hall, his mouth dry from talking, having changed his teacup three times; his throat was practically parched. But he still wanted to continue, because the way the clansmen who had stayed behind looked at him made him feel extremely comfortable.

Envy, curiosity, longing, and a little bit of jealousy.

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The same scene unfolded at the Jiang family's side. Jiang Yan, that show-off, was excitedly recounting his trip to Tianjing to the clansmen who remained behind, eliciting gasps of amazement and expressions of shock from the listeners. Only Jiang Yun and Asheng managed a wry smile.

If his uncle weren't shut up, he could probably talk all night...

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The same thing happened with Master Tianbao. However, after only a few words, he was immediately ridiculed by Qi Lan and Shen Zui, and he lost all interest in continuing the conversation. He waved his hand, said "I'm going to sleep," and left.

After Master Tianbao left, Shen Zui sighed, "Well, my master no longer plays mahjong or sings karaoke; he's started to like bragging and joking around. I wonder who he learned that from."

Qi Lan laughed and said, "Who else could I have learned from? I learned from a junior member of the Feng family and a fat guy from the Jiang family."

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It was the afternoon of the second day, in the main hall of the Hidden Cloud Sect.

Chen Anran sat in the main seat, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. Behind him stood Lu Kong, his eyes beaming with smiles.

Not everyone has arrived yet.

The first to enter was Daoist Tianbao. He had changed into a clean blue Daoist robe, his hair was neatly combed, and he carried a purple clay teapot, sipping as he walked. After entering, he nodded to Chen Anran and sat down on the chair to the left. He crossed his legs and continued drinking his tea.

"Where did you get this pot?" Qi Lan, who came in next, glanced at him.

Master Tianbao shook the pot. "It was made by an old craftsman who fled from the north. His craftsmanship is quite good. I ordered a kilnful and will send one to each of you in a few days."

Qi Lan chuckled and sat down next to him.

Shen Zui followed behind Qi Lan, standing behind her and Daoist Tianbao.

Huiming was the fourth to enter. He was still wearing his faded monk's robe, holding prayer beads in his hand. He nodded slightly to the crowd, found a seat in a corner, and closed his eyes to rest.

The Feng family was represented by the brothers Feng Wenzheng and Feng Wenyuan. After greeting Chen Anran and the others, they sat down opposite Daoist Tianbao.

Jiang Yan arrived a little late, still wiping sweat as he entered. Jiang Yun and A Sheng followed behind him. They greeted each other and then sat down, while Jiang Yun and A Sheng stood behind their respective hosts.

As everyone took their seats, the main hall gradually quieted down.

Chen Anran glanced at everyone and said, "Everyone's here, let's begin."

After saying that, Chen Anran called out to Zhao Mengmeng, who then came in with a stack of papers and distributed them to everyone present.

Qi Lan looked down and read aloud: "Agenda Item 1: Currency Issues. Agenda Item 2: Distribution of Disciples Among Various Sects. Agenda Item 3: Division of the Old Sites of Sects in the Cangyun Mountains. Agenda Item 4: Refugee Resettlement and Management System..."

After reading it, Feng Wenzheng looked up at Chen Anran and asked, "Master Chen, this is...?"

"Today's meeting will settle these few things," Chen Anran said. "Let's take it one step at a time."

The group exchanged glances, their expressions varied.

Just then, Qi Lan put down the paper in her hand, looked at Chen Anran and said, "These things do need to be dealt with, but I personally think that what we need to decide first is the name of our organization, and also to distribute all the uniforms of our organization so that everyone can wear them."

Chen Anran looked at her, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Name? Clothes?"

"Yes." Qi Lan nodded, a serious look in her amber vertical pupils. "We, these people, have traveled from three thousand years in the future and come this far. The Cloud Hidden Sect is our foundation, but what about outside the Cloud Hidden Sect? Those mortals who have come to seek refuge, those rogue cultivators who have been recruited, those little demons who have fled from all over the world—who do they recognize? Is it the name 'Cloud Hidden Sect,' or us?"

She paused, then continued, "If the name isn't right, the words won't be proper. We need a name that everyone can remember, a name that outsiders can immediately tell 'whose territory this is.' As for clothes, that's even simpler. Uniforms will make everyone know they're one of us wherever we go."

After listening, Chen Anran shook his head: "It's just an empty reputation, no need to rush."

"A hollow reputation?" Qi Lan laughed. "Chen Anran, since our opponent is the Immortal Alliance, we need such a 'hollow reputation'."

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