Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 485 Observations

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The fawn swallowed hard, but its eyes remained fixed on the scene.

It's not that the Immortal Cuisine Shop can't be moved, but rather that the town itself can't be moved.

In her twenty-three years of life, the largest "town" she had ever seen was that village with a few dozen households outside the mountains. A few thatched huts, a dirt road, a few chickens scratching for food by the roadside, and a few dogs rolling in the mud. That was the most prosperous human world she had ever seen.

But what is this in front of me?

How could those houses be so neat and tidy? How could those roads be so smooth? How could there be so many people coming and going?

The fawn opened its mouth, its fluffy ears sometimes standing up and sometimes pressing back, desperately trying to receive information coming from all directions.

The group of little monsters huddled together, the larger ones protecting the smaller ones, and the smaller ones hiding behind the larger ones. More than thirty pairs of eyes were fixed on the town in the distance, and none of them dared to take a step forward.

"What are you afraid of?" The black bear spirit glanced back at them and said in a gruff voice, "The Immortal Venerable said he won't eat you."

As it spoke, it moved its massive body aside, making way for the group of small creatures.

But the little monsters still didn't dare to move.

The little deer stood at the very front, her eyes fixed on the town. Her heart was pounding, so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She suddenly remembered the stories the old hedgehog had told.

Long, long ago, immortals and monsters lived together, playing, eating, and telling stories. Then, for some reason, the immortals ran away, and the monsters hid in the mountains, never daring to come out again.

Every time the old hedgehog got to this part, he would sigh and say, "Those were the good old days that can never be relived."

Little Deer never understood what "the good days that can never be returned to" meant.

But now she seems to understand a little.

Little Ling'er stood beside her, holding her hand, and looked up at her: "Sister Little Deer, what's wrong?"

The little deer snapped out of its daze and looked down at her. Little Ling'er's eyes were sparkling, like a child waiting to bring a new friend home to play.

Or perhaps it's like bringing a long-lost relative home...

"It's nothing... I was just a little stunned..."

Chen Anran walked up from the back of the line, her gaze sweeping over the group of little monsters huddled together, and then looking at Wei Yiran and Xiao Ling'er who were standing still.

"Let's go eat first," he said.

The fawn's ears perked up, and it turned to look at him. Its large eyes were filled with disbelief: "Eat...eat?"

"Hmm." Chen Anran nodded, her gaze falling on the fragrant Immortal Cuisine Restaurant. "You've been traveling for a while, aren't you hungry?"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he strode towards the direction of Xian Shan Fang.

Little Deer stared blankly at his retreating figure, when suddenly Little Ling'er tugged at her arm: "Little Deer, hurry up! Junior Brother Fatty Li's cooking is delicious!"

The little deer was pulled forward a few steps by her, then turned back and shouted to her companions who were still standing there in a daze, "Come on, come on! Dinner's ready!"

The fox spirit hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and followed. As soon as it moved, the little monsters behind it finally moved. The rabbit spirit grabbed the squirrel spirit's tail, and the squirrel spirit, carrying several smaller ones, stumbled and staggered forward.

The black bear spirit led the group of demon cultivators at the rear, its massive body casting a large shadow in the sunlight. It walked very slowly, each step cautious, as if afraid of stepping on something it shouldn't.

The group marched in a grand procession toward the Immortal Cuisine Shop.

As soon as they entered the resort, someone noticed them.

"That's...that's Immortal Qi? Immortal Qi has returned!"

An old man who was setting up a stall by the roadside suddenly stood up, dropping his scales to the ground. He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things, then turned and ran, shouting as he ran, "They're back! They're back! Immortal Qi and the others are back!"

The roadside vendors stopped hawking their wares, the peddlers carrying loads put down their loads, several old men who were sorting through farm tools all looked up, and the groups of cultivators walking in twos and threes also stopped in their tracks.

"It really is Immortal Qi!"

"Master Tianbao is back too!"

"And Master Huiming! Patriarch Jiang! Patriarch Feng!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd. People surged in from all directions, lining both sides of the road and craning their necks to look. There were women carrying children, elderly men leaning on canes, farmers leading oxen, and herb gatherers carrying bamboo baskets.

"Immortal Qi, you're finally back!"

"Master Tianbao, do you still remember me? Half a year ago you gave my family a peace talisman!"

"Master Huiming, it's so good to have you back!"

Qi Lan was taken aback by the commotion, then smiled and waved to the crowd, "Don't push, don't push, we're back now, aren't we?"

Master Tianbao stroked his beard, smiled with narrowed eyes, and kept saying "Good, good, good." Huiming put his hands together, nodded slightly to everyone, and had a very gentle smile on his face.

Jiang Yan stood to the side, his chubby face beaming with smiles.

Feng Wenzheng, Feng Changyuan, and Feng Lie also had smiles on their faces.

None of the people who surrounded him recognized Chen Anran, who was among them, as the "Immortal Venerable of Yunyin Mountain" they had been longing for.

Just then, the door of Xian Shan Fang was pushed open with a "bang".

A chubby figure rushed out from inside.

Fatty Li.

He ran so fast that he almost tripped over the threshold, staggering a couple of steps before regaining his balance. He stood at the doorway, his eyes fixed on the figure carrying the red gourd at the front of the crowd, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The cheers around them gradually subsided. Everyone watched Fatty Li walk step by step toward Chen Anran.

Fatty Li walked up to Chen Anran and stopped.

Tears suddenly welled up on his chubby face.

"Master..."

Chen Anran immediately interrupted, "Alright, stop with this sentimental stuff."

Fatty Li cried and said, "This disciple is crying because my life is so miserable. Why was I forced into seclusion at that time? Otherwise, I could have gone with you masters to see those ancient metropolises."

Li Pangzi's crying stunned everyone around him.

Feng Lie leaned closer, a smug look on his face: "Fatty Li, your tears are really worthless."

Fatty Li glared at him, wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, and said stubbornly, "What do you know? I'm... I'm crying tears of joy!"

"Tears of joy?" Feng Lie laughed. "I think you're just craving the prosperity of the capital city and feeling aggrieved that you couldn't go."

Li Pangzi's face turned bright red when his secret was exposed. He blinked his small eyes and finally looked at Chen Anran, calling out in a pitiful voice, "Master..."

Chen Anran ignored the fat man's idiotic act and asked instead, "Is Xian Shan Fang still open?"

"Keep driving!" Fatty Li nodded quickly.

"Then what are you waiting for?" he said. "Go cook."

Fatty Li paused for a moment, then a wide smile spread across his face. He turned and ran back inside, shouting as he ran, "Quick, quick! Start a fire! Chop the vegetables! Get my bottle of Moutai from the cupboard!"