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Chapter 437 My Uncle and the Others Have Arrived

Two months later, in Tianjing, south of the city, at Wangxian Tower.

Lu Kong sat in a private room by the window on the third floor, holding a cup of tea in his hands, which he had been holding for half an hour.

The tea had long since gone cold.

Outside the window is the most bustling street in the south of the city, bustling with people and traffic.

Lu Kong did not look out the window.

He simply stared at the cup of tea, at his own blurry reflection in the tea soup.

"Master."

He suddenly spoke, his voice very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

No one answered.

He was the only one in the private room.

Lu Kong remained silent for a moment, placed the cooled tea on the table, raised his head, and looked out the window.

It wasn't looking at that bustling street.

It's looking at the tallest building in the distance.

The Immortal Alliance's headquarters in Tianjing.

The building was very tall, so tall that it could be seen from the entire city of Tianjing. Its nine-tiered eaves and glazed tile roof gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight. Atop the building stood a white jade statue of the founding ancestor of the Immortal Alliance, holding a long sword and pointing it towards the heavens.

At this moment, there are countless people sitting in that building.

Elders at the Nascent Soul stage, deacons at the Golden Core stage, and talented disciples selected from all over the land. Inside the building, they discussed matters, debated principles, allocated resources, and decided on all affairs, large and small, concerning the world.

Lu Kong looked at it for a moment, then looked away.

He picked up the cup of cold tea and took a sip.

The tea had really gone cold; the astringency was fully released, swirling on his tongue. He slowly swallowed it and placed the teacup back on the table.

Suddenly a commotion arose downstairs.

Lu Kong didn't move, but just lowered his eyes and stared at the table.

The commotion grew closer; it was the voice of several young people, carrying a hint of arrogance and pride.

"Did you see her just now? That woman, the one in the red dress, she's really... beautiful."

"Keep your voice down! This is Wangxian Tower, not your backyard!"

"What are you afraid of? We're from the Immortal Alliance, who dares to..."

The sound gradually faded away, disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

Lu Kong remained motionless.

People from the Immortal Alliance.

He had seen far too much. From Golden Core cultivators to Nascent Soul cultivators, from deacons to elders, from genius disciples to outer sect servants. Those people stood in that tallest building, looking down upon the city, looking down upon the billions of mortals on this land.

They thought they were standing on high ground.

Lu Kong snapped out of his thoughts and glanced out the window again.

It was still early; the sun had just begun to set.

Judging by the time, my uncles and the others should be arriving soon, right?

As Lu Kong was thinking, it suddenly got dark outside the window.

He raised his head.

On the horizon, a dark shadow was moving this way.

That's not a cloud.

It's a flying boat.

Large and small flying boats emerged from the clouds, covering the sky. Some were as large as mountains, hundreds of feet long, crafted entirely from a type of wood with a pale blue sheen, their sides carved with intricate array patterns that shimmered with a faint, ethereal light in the sunlight. Others were as small as birds, weaving among the large boats with the agility of fish in water.

The array of flying boats slowly passed over Tianjing, obscuring half the sky.

A commotion broke out in the city.

Lu Kong saw people on the street stop and look up at the sky-covering flying ships. Some knelt down, their foreheads pressed to the ground, afraid to raise their heads. Some stood still, staring blankly, mouths agape, as if their souls had been ripped out. Several children were forced to kneel by adults, their heads pressed down.

The airships did not stop, but simply passed by slowly.

But even this alone plunged the entire southern part of the city into a deathly silence.

Only after the flying boat formation entered the Immortal Alliance's territory did the city gradually return to normal. Those who had been kneeling stood up, brushing the dust off their knees. Those who had been standing there in a daze came to their senses and continued walking forward. The children whose heads had been pressed down rubbed their necks, muttering something under their breath, but after being glared at by an adult, they shrank back and dared not speak again.

Lu Kong withdrew his gaze and looked down at the cup of tea that had gone cold.

Immortal Alliance.

He repeated those two words to himself again.

Outside the window, the streets were bustling again. The candied hawthorn vendor continued his calls, those carrying loads on their shoulders continued on their way, and women leading children kept walking. The scene from just moments ago was as if it had never happened.

No, it did happen.

It's just a habit.

They were used to looking up at those flying boats, used to kneeling down when the immortals passed by, and used to continuing their lives as if nothing had happened after those people had gone far away.

Just like getting used to sunrise and sunset, getting used to wind and rain.

Lu Kong finished his herbal tea and put the teacup down.

Another set of footsteps came from downstairs, much more composed than the group of young people from before. The footsteps stopped at the door of the private room, followed by a soft knock.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man entered, dressed in a blue long robe, with a thin face but remarkably bright eyes. He stopped at the doorway and bowed slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, the person you've been waiting for has arrived."

Lu Kong stood up.

He walked to the window and looked towards the city gate.

A large crowd had already gathered at the city gate.

It wasn't because anything major had happened, but because there were a few "iron boxes" parked at the city gate.

The iron boxes were square and black, with four round wheels at the bottom. They lay there motionless, like three crouching giant beasts. There were more than twenty riders beside them, the horses snorting, and the riders standing straight, clearly of military background.

The people at the city gate stood at a distance, pointing and gossiping.

"What is this thing?"

"Never seen this before...it looks like a car?"

"A cart? How can it move without horses?"

"What do you know? Celestial artifacts naturally don't need horses. Just like the flying boats of the Celestial Alliance, just like how immortals can fly on their own devices."

"But the Immortal Alliance has established a rule that immortals are not allowed to fly within the territory of Tianjing, only immortal ships are allowed to pass through."

"They didn't fly either."

"..."

Lu Kong looked at the three cars, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Three years.

He turned and went downstairs.

………………

With Zhou Da and his group around, entering the city was naturally very convenient.

The twenty-odd elite cavalrymen of the Western Army led the way. The guards at the city gate, seeing the familiar uniforms from afar, waved them through without even asking a question. Only a few younger soldiers couldn't help but glance at the three iron boxes a few more times, their eyes filled with curiosity.

The convoy drove into the city gate.

Wei Yiran leaned against the car window, gazing at the familiar streets and alleys outside, her palms slightly damp.

Tianjing.

The place where she grew up.

The bluestone street at the city gate is still the same as before, with shops on both sides one after another, selling cloth, grain, and groceries. The signs are still the same, just a bit old.

The streets were still bustling with pedestrians, just as they had been when she left.

The pedestrians passing by the vehicle were first drawn to the twenty-odd elite cavalrymen of the Western Army, and then they noticed the three iron boxes that could run on their own.

Some people froze, standing there dumbfounded, mouth agape, as if they had seen something unbelievable. Others instinctively took a half-step back, then couldn't resist moving closer to see what it was. Still others tugged at the sleeves of those around them, whispering, "What is this thing?" but no one could answer.

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