Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 468 Articles of Association

Soon, it was time to go back.

That morning, just as dawn was breaking, a large crowd had already gathered outside the gates of the Wei residence.

Feng Jin arrived with the entire imperial family of the Great Qian Dynasty. The emperor, empress, princes, dukes, princes, and princesses—dozens of people stood there, a sea of ​​faces. They were dressed in their most solemn court robes, yet their expressions varied.

Some were reluctant to part, some were excited, some were confused, and some were bewildered.

Feng Jin stood at the front, her eyes slightly red, but she forced a smile.

Behind her, the old prince, supported by the middle-aged prince, stood there trembling, tears welling in his cloudy old eyes. He kept muttering something; if you listened carefully, it was "Take care, Ancestor" and "Ancestor, come back and visit often."

Zhou Da led his twenty-odd elite cavalrymen from the Western Army, who stood in a neat row. They were dressed in their finest clothes, their backs ramrod straight, and all were on horseback.

This was all because Wei Yiran said she still wanted to go to Yunyin Mountain. Upon hearing this, Wei Shanyue had no reason to object and could only offer his strong support.

Wei Shanyue stood to the side, with dozens of people from the Wei family behind him. He was instructing Wei Yiran to observe and learn as much as possible so that she could be accepted as a disciple by Chen Anran as soon as possible and embark on the path of immortality.

Beyond that, there was a vast expanse of people.

Hearing that several immortal masters were leaving Tianjing today, people from both the south and north of the city came to visit. There were old men selling vegetables, peddlers setting up stalls, waiters in teahouses, owners of taverns, as well as children who had heard Master Tianbao tell stories, girls dressed up by Qi Lan, and scholars whose photos had been taken by Jiang Yan.

They stood there, craning their necks to look at the gate of the Wei residence, their chatter buzzing like a swarm of busy bees.

"Why aren't you out yet?"

"Don't worry, the immortal masters are definitely packing their things."

"I heard those immortal masters are going back to the southeast. Will they come back again?"

"Who knows..."

"Um... that Mr. Jiang who's good at taking photos, he took a picture of me! I hung it in the main room, it looked so impressive!"

"My son ate Master Tianbao's candy and hasn't stopped thinking about it for days..."

Amidst the murmurs, the gates of the Wei residence slowly opened.

Everyone immediately quieted down, and all eyes turned to the doorway.

Chen Anran was the first to come out.

He was still wearing that dark cloth robe, with the vermilion gourd slung over his back. His face was expressionless, his gaze sweeping over the crowd outside the door before finally settling on Feng Jin.

Feng Jin quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Master Chen".

Chen Anran nodded.

Behind them, Qi Lan, Daoist Tianbao, Huiming, Jiang Yan, Lu Kong, and Xiao Ling'er walked out in turn. Following them were Feng Wenzheng, Feng Changyuan, and Feng Lie.

As soon as Feng Lie appeared, a cheer erupted from the crowd.

"The immortal poet Lie Bai! The immortal poet Lie Bai has appeared!"

Feng Lie was startled by the scene and instinctively took a step back. But the people were too enthusiastic, and several young people had already pushed forward, shouting, "Poet Immortal, please recite another poem!"

Feng Wenzheng glanced at him.

Feng Lie quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, I won't recite poetry today, I won't recite poetry today..."

But the people wouldn't listen. The cheers grew louder and louder, making the whole street vibrate.

In the end, Feng Jin stepped forward, raised his hand, and pressed it down.

The crowd then quieted down.

Feng Jin turned around and walked to face Feng Wen.

She did not kneel.

Over the past two months, she has learned not to kneel.

But her waist was bent very deeply, and her head was bowed very low; her respect was even deeper than when she was kneeling.

"Grand Ancestor," her voice trembled slightly, "I don't know when we will meet again after you leave. I have no way to repay you, so I can only kowtow to you here."

As she spoke, she was about to kneel down again.

Feng Wenzheng quickly helped her up and shook his head.

"No need to kneel," he said. "After we leave, take good care of yourselves and the Feng family."

Feng Jin raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, but she smiled and nodded.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, Feng Jin understands."

Feng Wenzheng looked at her, remained silent for a moment, then took something out of his sleeve and put it into her hand.

Feng Jin looked down and froze.

That was a photograph.

The photo shows her with Feng Wenzheng, Feng Changyuan, and Feng Lie. The sun was shining brightly that day, and they were all smiling as they stood in front of the Peony Pavilion in the Imperial Garden.

"Keep it as a memento," Feng Wenzheng said.

Feng Jin held the photo, his hands trembling violently.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her throat felt blocked by something, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Feng Wenzheng didn't say anything more, he just patted her shoulder and turned to walk out the door.

Over there, three metal boxes were already parked in the middle of the street.

The black carriage gleamed faintly in the morning light. There were no horses or oxen; it just stood there quietly. Although the people of Tianjing City had seen this thing before, they still couldn't help but gasp in surprise every time they saw it.

"I saw it again! I saw it again! Those three carriages that don't need horses!"

"I've heard this is a magical artifact from the immortals, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day!"

"Travel a thousand miles a day? Wouldn't that mean you could reach the southeast in a single day?"

"Goodness..."

The crowd automatically parted to make way for the three metal boxes.

Jiang Yan stood next to the first car, clutching the car keys in his hand, his small eyes narrowed into slits, a hint of smugness on his face.

"Everyone, are you all ready?" he asked in a loud voice.

Master Tianbao stroked his beard and was the first to board the middle carriage. Qi Lan followed behind him, carrying a cloth bag filled with various trinkets she had bought in Tianjing City. Huiming clasped his hands together, nodded slightly to the crowd seeing them off, and also boarded the carriage.

Xiao Ling'er stood by the car, holding Wei Yiran's hand, chattering away.

"Sister Wei, don't worry, Yunyin Mountain is so much fun! There's a Fairy Cuisine Restaurant, lots of delicious food, and so many fun places! I'll take you hiking, mushroom picking. There's also an internet cafe, a bar..."

Wei Yiran nodded with a smile, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the side.

Chen Anran was standing not far away, talking to Feng Jin.

"...Keep those five plaques close to your body. If anything goes wrong, just break them. The person will arrive within three breaths."

Feng Jin nodded repeatedly, her hands tucked into her sleeves, tightly clutching the photograph and the wooden plaques. Her eyes were still red, but her face had regained its dignified smile.

"Don't worry, Master Chen, Feng Jin will remember this."

Chen Anran nodded and turned to walk towards the car.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked in one direction from the crowd.

There stood a woman dressed in a blue Taoist robe.

Su Changning.

She arrived at some point, and it was unclear how long she had been standing there. She stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, her gaze fixed on Chen Anran, her face expressionless.

Behind her stood several young disciples of the Immortal Alliance, all standing respectfully with their hands at their sides.

Chen Anran looked at her.

She didn't avoid his gaze.

The two of them stood apart from each other, separated by the crowd, the morning sunlight, and everything that had remained unspoken for the past two months, gazing at each other in silence.

Someone in the crowd spotted the true disciple of the Immortal Alliance and began to whisper among themselves.

"Isn't that Su Zhenchuan's style?"

"Why is she here?"

"I heard that the Immortal Alliance has implemented more rules these past two months, and it's related to this True Person Chen..."

"Shhh-keep it down."

Chen Anran withdrew her gaze and turned to walk towards the car.

He walked slowly, the vermilion gourd on his back swaying gently with his steps.

Su Changning stood there, watching his retreating figure.

Until that figure disappeared behind the car door, until all three metal box doors were closed, until the car started and emitted a low rumble.

The crowd gasped again.

"It moved! It really moved!"

"It can run without horses; it's truly a magical artifact!"

"Look, look!"

The three metal boxes slowly started and drove forward along the path cleared by the crowd.