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Chapter 455 Cola Respects the Past

As Feng Changyuan spoke, he started laughing, but then suddenly stopped.

"But..." His voice lowered, "You didn't see how Yun Jiu treated the Feng family royal family before that."

The hall fell silent.

Feng Changyuan's gaze fell on the Coca-Cola cup in his hand, the dark brown liquid shimmering slightly in the candlelight.

"That eldest princess, who is over fifty years old, knelt at the lower end of the table, her back ramrod straight, not daring to even breathe loudly. The emperor and empress stood behind her like servants. And there was the third princess, a young girl of only sixteen, whom Yun Jiu had asked to come out and dance to entertain the guests."

He paused, raised his head, and his gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the hall.

"Can you imagine? A sixteen-year-old girl, standing there, trembling with fear, but not even daring to cry."

A hint of coldness flashed in Qi Lan's eyes.

Master Tianbao stopped stroking his beard, and a rare look of solemnity appeared on his usually cheerful face.

Jiang Yan sighed, put the Coke bottle on the table, and didn't say anything more about saving the Coke.

Feng Wenzheng, holding the glass of cola, finally spoke.

"The Immortal Alliance exploits the Great Qian even more ruthlessly than Wei Shanyue described." His voice was steady, yet carried a hint of barely suppressed anger. "That Princess didn't even dare to raise her head in front of the Immortal Alliance. Not to mention the Emperor, who stood outside the pavilion from beginning to end, without even the right to sit down. Yun Jiu told them to stand, so they could only stand. Yun Jiu told them to kneel, so they could only kneel."

He paused, then looked up at Chen Anran.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, if you hadn't been there tonight, that Third Princess would probably have been in trouble."

Chen Anran remained silent.

He simply sat there, staring at the dark brown liquid in his glass, his face expressionless.

Feng Changyuan suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Uncle, do you think they... are actually members of our Feng family?"

Feng Wenzheng didn't know how to put it. Actually, they had been talking about this topic on the way back, which was why they arrived a little later than Chen Anran and the others.

This history from three thousand years ago is too long ago, not to mention that this history has been modified. According to their understanding of this history in later generations, there were no cultivators at all, and they had never heard of any Feng royal family.

"I don't know." Feng Wenzheng shook his head. "But even if they aren't, they still share the surname Feng."

Feng Changyuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Lu Kong leaned back in his chair, holding a glass of cola in his hand. His gaze swept over the faces of the Feng family uncle and nephew before settling on Chen Anran.

"Uncle-Master," he suddenly spoke, "what do you think that Princess is doing right now?"

Chen Anran did not answer.

He simply raised his head and looked out at the night sky.

In the distance, the nine-story Tongtian Pavilion gleamed coldly in the moonlight. Atop the pavilion, a white jade statue held a long sword, pointing it towards the heavens.

Deep within the palace, the princess, now in her fifties, is probably also unable to sleep.

Qi Lan followed his gaze and suddenly laughed.

The laughter was soft, yet it drew everyone's attention to her.

"I'm increasingly convinced that this trip was well worth it."

Qi Lan picked up the half-full glass of cola and raised it towards Chen Anran.

"I salute you," she said, "for bringing us into this part of history."

Just as Qi Lan raised her glass of cola, Daoist Tianbao followed suit.

"Respect to young Chen!" he shouted, his mustache twitching and his voice booming. "Although I didn't witness this scene firsthand, just hearing about it was satisfying!"

Jiang Yan also raised his cup, a smile plastered on his chubby face: "A toast to True Person Chen. To have an elder of the Immortal Alliance dance is a first anywhere."

Huiming put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and picked up the half-full glass of cola.

Feng Wenzheng raised his glass and nodded to Chen Anran.

Feng Changyuan downed the rest of his cola in one gulp, then waved the empty glass at Chen Anran: "Master Chen, I also toast you! Tonight in the palace, seeing that Third Princess standing there trembling, I felt so distressed. But then watching Yun Jiu dance, I felt so relieved! For that alone, I, Feng Changyuan, admire you!"

Lu Kong smiled and picked up the cup, but didn't drink it immediately. He just looked at Chen Anran.

Chen Anran sat there, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces before finally settling on the flickering candlelight.

He picked up the cup.

"Drink it," he said.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

Jiang Yan put down her cup, glanced at the empty bottle of cola with a pained expression, and clicked her tongue: "This bottle is really finished. Next time I'll have to be more careful and drink it in three portions."

Qi Lan rolled her eyes at him: "You might as well be stingy to death."

Seeing this, Chen Anran smiled slightly, put the cup on the table, and suddenly remembered something. She turned around and walked around the room.

"Where's Xiaoling'er? And why haven't we seen Feng Lie?"

Feng Wenzheng also realized what was happening and looked around: "Oh right, where's Lie'er?"

Huiming replied, "Xiaoling'er went out with Miss Wei."

"Going out?" Chen Anran was taken aback. "Where are you going so late at night?"

Qi Lan continued, "She went out during the day. Miss Wei came to see Xiao Ling'er early this morning, saying she wanted to take her sightseeing in Tianjing. Xiao Ling'er was so excited that she ran off before even finishing her breakfast."

Feng Changyuan couldn't help but ask, "What about Feng Lie?"

Jiang Yan said, "He also went out to play. He said he wanted to 'see the ancient capital,' and he disappeared early this morning."

Feng Wenzheng and Feng Changyuan both shook their heads and smiled wryly. Feng Changyuan even said, "This kid is really not restrained at all when he's allowed to move around freely. He's having a lot of fun."

"Don't worry about him." Feng Wenzheng waved his hand. "Although Lie'er is impatient, he knows his limits. He'll come back when he's had enough fun."

Qi Lan leaned back in her chair, finished the last sip of her cola, and smacked her lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction. "Speaking of which, what was the reaction of that true disciple of Su Changning when he saw Chen Anran today?"

Lu Kong became interested, put down his cup, and began to describe it vividly: "My master didn't even lift her head from beginning to end, she was just reviewing files. My uncle stood at the door watching her for a long time, and she only said two sentences: 'The tea is finished,' and 'If there's nothing else, this junior still has some administrative matters to attend to.'"

Qi Lan laughed out loud: "This is an invitation to leave."

"That's right." Lu Kong shrugged. "Later, when my martial aunt was leaving, she said, 'Your handwriting is very beautiful.' She was stunned for a long time, and by the time she realized what was happening, she was already gone."

After hearing Lu Kong's description, Qi Lan's smile deepened. "Chen Anran, you finally managed to chase after someone three thousand years ago, but the way you're pursuing her is rather subtle."

Master Tianbao stroked his beard, his small eyes narrowing into slits: "Reserved? I think you're a taciturn fellow. Back when I was in the Maoshan Sect, I was pursuing a female Taoist priest from the neighboring temple. I wrote a poem every day for three whole months. In the end, she got annoyed and chased me down the mountain with a broom."

Everyone laughed upon hearing this.

Jiang Yan laughed the loudest, his chubby face jiggling: "Master Tianbao, are you chasing someone or asking for a beating?"

"So what if you're asking for a beating?" Master Tianbao twitched his mustache. "Being asking for a beating is a skill! Unlike that kid Chen, who spent ages spitting out six words, and even called them 'very good-looking.' What can you learn from that?"

Chen Anran picked up her teacup, lowered her head, and took a sip. She offered no explanation, letting them tease her.

Actually, this is quite good; it's much better than them calling him "Master Chen" all the time.

This feeling is like going back to the time when it was still the Dharma-ending Age...

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