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Chapter 470 Encounter

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The car continued forward, and the afternoon sun shone warmly through the windows.

Feng Lie leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, a pastry he'd brought from the palace dangling from his mouth. He squinted, looking completely content.

"Hey, tell me," he suddenly spoke, "are we really the ancestors of the Great Qian royal family?"

Feng Changyuan, who was driving, rolled his eyes at him: "How many times have you asked this question in the past two months?"

"How can that be the same?" Feng Lie sat up straight, looking serious. "Back in Tianjing, I was constantly being called 'Ancestor' by that Princess. I had to be careful even when I was breathing. How could I have time to think things through? Now that I'm out here, I can finally think about it properly."

Feng Wenzheng sat by the window, gazing at the fields rushing past outside, without saying a word.

Feng Lie leaned closer: "Uncle, what do you think?"

Feng Wenzheng then withdrew his gaze and glanced at him.

"How do you see?" he said. "With your eyes."

Feng Lie: "...Uncle, please don't do this."

Feng Changyuan burst out laughing.

Undeterred, Feng Lie continued his analysis: "Think about it, according to our family genealogy, our Feng family is a long-standing and prestigious clan. It's not impossible that our ancestors were even members of the imperial family of the Great Qian Dynasty, is it?"

Feng Changyuan thought for a moment and said, "Three thousand years later, our Feng family will still be around. It would be strange if there wasn't some connection between us."

Feng Lie slapped his thigh: "See! I knew it!"

Feng Wenzheng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Even if there is a relationship, it's not a relationship between us and them."

Feng Lie was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Feng Wenzheng gazed out the window, his voice steady: "They think we're their ancestors, but in reality, we're the descendants. No one can say for sure how many generations are between us. Feng Jin is kneeling before the 'Feng Family Ancestor,' not before the three of us. She's kneeling before a symbol, a hope that can allow the Feng family's royal family to stand tall again."

Feng Lie scratched his head: "So, is he or she an ancestor?"

Feng Changyuan was also looking at him.

Feng Wenzheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Lie'er, what you said reminded me."

Which sentence?

"Feng Xiaolu".

Feng Lie blinked, not quite understanding.

Feng Wenzheng continued, "You're right, this matter is actually very simple—we just need to see if the reincarnation of the little deer will appear in the Feng family's royal family."

Upon hearing this, the two brothers both felt that it made sense, but just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the window.

Then came shouts and curses, mixed with the thunderous thud of horses' hooves.

"Stop! Don't run!"

"You little bitch, where do you think you're going!"

"Chase after her! Don't let her get away!"

Feng Lie subconsciously looked out the window.

On the desolate wasteland beside the official road, a dozen or so men on tall horses were galloping wildly, brandishing whips and clubs while cursing. They were chasing a young girl on horseback, who was lying on her horse's back, running desperately forward, but the horse was clearly exhausted and its speed was getting slower and slower.

"What...what's going on?" Feng Lie was stunned.

Feng Changyuan also leaned over the window to look outside.

The girl was dressed in tattered clothes, revealing a pair of furry deer ears. She was disheveled and filthy, but her large eyes were very bright. She turned her head and said to the people chasing her with a smile, "They say business is business, there are gains and losses. Are you humans so unreasonable when you do business?"

When the girl turned her head, her dirty little face was facing the official road.

That face, those eyes, the expression in those brows—it was clearly…

"A little deer?!" Feng Lie blurted out.

Feng Changyuan's hand on the steering wheel jerked violently, causing the car to veer off the road before he quickly pulled it back. His eyes widened as he stared intently at the approaching figure outside the window, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but no sound came out.

Feng Wenzheng remained silent.

He simply looked out the window, at the girl being chased, at her dirty yet incredibly familiar face, at her mischievous expression as she turned her head from horseback, sticking out her tongue and making faces at her pursuers—

His hands trembled slightly.

That was Feng Xiaolu's face.

Feng Xiaolu of the Feng family, the third daughter of the Yunyin Sect.

But now, that face is on a demon girl with deer ears.

"Uncle..." Feng Changyuan's voice was dry, "Did...did you see it?"

Feng Wenzheng did not answer.

He just stared out the window, at the girl getting closer and closer, at the group of menacing pursuers behind her, and at the old horse under her, which was foaming at the mouth and staggering.

The horse finally gave out.

Her forelegs buckled, and the horse lurched forward. The girl cried out in alarm, thrown from the horse's back, rolled a few times on the ground, and landed in the grass beside the road.

The pursuers quickly surrounded them, their horses' hooves shaking the ground, and their cursing grew louder and louder.

"Run! Run some more!"

"You little bitch, you dare to try and fool us?"

"If I don't skin you alive today, I'm not a Wang!"

Feng Lie had already pushed open the car door and jumped out.

Feng Wenzheng took a deep breath, pushed open the car door, and strode over there.

The people in the two cars in front also noticed the commotion.

Chen Anran stood by the roadside, looking at the dusty wilderness, at the dozen or so pursuers who had formed a circle around her, and at the small figure trapped in the middle.

Lu Kong walked to his side, squinted at him, and suddenly exclaimed "Huh?"

"Uncle-Master," his voice sounded strange, "that little demon..."

Chen Anran didn't speak; his expression was complicated because he had also seen that face.

Third Senior Sister...

Huiming got out of the car, came to the roadside, and stopped fiddling with his prayer beads.

He looked at the small figure surrounded by the crowd in the distance, at her dirty yet incredibly familiar face, at the pair of furry deer ears on her head, and suddenly murmured a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha."

The chant was very soft, yet everyone present could hear it.

Master Tianbao poked his head out of the car and looked at him. "Huiming, what Buddhist chant are you reciting? Is that—"

"Yes." Huiming interrupted him, his eyelids slightly lowered. "In the cycle of reincarnation, sentient beings may be reborn as humans, animals, hungry ghosts, or in hell. If one is born as a human in this life, one may be reborn as an animal in the next. If one is reborn as an animal in this life, one may be reborn as a human in the next."

He paused, raised his head, and looked at the figure in the distance.

"I was just thinking, if this logic holds true, why can't the reincarnation of Benefactor Feng Xiaolu be a demon?"

Everyone fell silent.

Chen Anran stood there, gazing at the figure in the distance, her eyes flickering slightly.

Yes.

Wei Qingyi's reincarnation was still human, and still a member of the Wei family. The eldest sister, having lived for three thousand years, had never reincarnated. This led him and Feng Wenzheng to subconsciously assume that Feng Xiaolu's reincarnation must also be human, and must be related to the Feng family.

But reincarnation is never calculated that way.

You may have been a human in your past life, but not necessarily a human in this life. You may have been relatives in your past life, but not necessarily acquaintances in this life.

Chen Anran's hand slowly clenched and then slowly loosened.

"Uncle-Master," Lu Kong called softly from the side.

Chen Anran did not answer, but simply walked in that direction.