Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 418 The Beginning of Dihua

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Huiming lowered his head, looking at the earnest little girl, then raised his head to look at Wei Yiran.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Wei."

Wei Yiran curtsied in return, saying, "Greetings, Master."

Huiming shook his head: "This humble monk is no master, just a practitioner. If Benefactor Wei wishes to visit the foot of Yunyin Mountain, this humble monk will gladly lead the way."

After Huiming finished speaking, he stepped aside and gestured towards the edge of the training ground: "Benefactor Wei, please."

Wei Yiran did not take a step immediately.

She stood there, her gaze sweeping across Huiming's face, landing on the demon woman with animal ears behind him, and then on the round-faced, slightly chubby young man. The two men were also looking at her, not with scrutiny, but with a… very strange expression.

It was as if they had seen something unexpected.

It was as if I had seen something I should have seen, but never expected to see here.

Wei Yiran lowered her eyelashes, shutting out those gazes.

"Thank you, Master," she said.

Xiao Ling'er had already run to her side, and naturally reached out and took her hand.

The hand was small, soft, and warm, like a fledgling bird curled up in the palm of a hand. Wei Yiran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to pull it back.

She was never used to being close to people since she was a child. Even her father would only pat her on the shoulder occasionally on the third day of each month when he taught her to write.

But she ultimately didn't smoke it.

The little hand was clenched tightly, as if afraid she would run away.

Little Ling'er looked up at her, her round eyes sparkling: "Sister Wei, let's go."

Wei Yiran gave a soft "hmm" and followed Xiao Ling'er forward.

The path of the training ground stretched out beneath her feet, and the kneeling, standing, and hurried crowds swept past her like a flowing painting.

Wei Yiran could still feel eyes on her. People she knew or didn't know, people who had looked down on her or ignored her, were all looking at her now.

Watch as a seemingly dim-witted servant is taken away by people from the Hidden Cloud Sect.

Wei still didn't turn around.

She simply followed behind Xiao Ling'er, walking step by step through the dense crowd of kneeling people, until she reached the edge of the training ground. There, a huge wooden bird-shaped flying machine was parked.

"This was made by Junior Uncle." Little Ling'er held her hand and looked up at the huge wooden bird. "It flies very steadily."

Wei Yiran remained silent, only wondering in her heart who the "Junior Uncle" Xiao Ling'er was talking about was.

Could it be Master Chen from the Hidden Cloud Sect?

Wei Yiran regained her composure and gazed at the wooden bird, admiring its smooth lines and intricate structure, her heart filled with curiosity.

She wanted to know how this thing could fly.

"Benefactor Wei," Huiming said from behind her, "please."

Wei Yiran withdrew her gaze and followed Xiao Ling'er onto the wooden bird.

The interior of the wooden bird appears more spacious than the exterior, with benches on both sides that can seat more than ten people side by side. The entire structure can accommodate more than a hundred people.

There were already quite a few people inside.

Sect Leader Xuanzhenzi, Lei Xiaozi, Qingluo, and other elders were also seated inside.

They do have flying magical artifacts in Qingyang Valley, but none are this large.

Xuanzhenzi had only seen such a large flying artifact once, when he had the good fortune to visit the Immortal Alliance.

This is why Xuanzhenzi was so shocked.

Just what is the true nature of the Cloud Hidden Sect?

Appearing out of nowhere, and with such immense power...

As he pondered, a bold idea popped into Xuanzhenzi's mind.

Could it be a high-ranking immortal from the Immortal Alliance?

If that's the case, then this "surrender and being incorporated" is actually a great thing.

Xuanzhenzi sat by the window on an incredibly soft cushion, his heart pounding with excitement.

If things are really as I think, then it's not impossible for me to take another step forward.

"Valley Master."

A suppressed, excited voice came from beside him. Xuanzhenzi turned his head and saw Lei Xiaozi approaching. His usually gloomy face now wore an almost fawning smile.

"Valley Master, do you think this Cloud Hidden Sect... could it be...?"

Lei Xiaozi didn't finish speaking, but Xuanzhenzi understood what he meant.

He shook his head slightly, signaling him to be quiet. On this wooden bird, who knew if the Cloud Hidden Sect members had any means to hear them?

Lei Xiaozi understood, but couldn't suppress the excitement in his eyes. He went back to sit down and tapped his fingers lightly on his knees, as if he was planning something.

Qingluo sat a little further away, gazing out the porthole at the mountains rushing past below. Her expression was calmer than the others, but her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

If the Hidden Cloud Sect is truly from the Immortal Alliance...

This "surrender" is not a disgrace, but rather a tremendous opportunity.

The Immortal Alliance.

That was an existence that all cultivators on this continent looked up to.

It is said that the True Lords of the Immortal Alliance can move mountains and fill seas with a wave of their hand, and overturn the universe with a turn of their palm. Ordinary sects cannot even obtain a single piece of recognition from the Immortal Alliance, let alone be incorporated into it.

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The wooden bird aircraft glided smoothly over the vast mountains and forests, and outside the porthole, the mountains and rivers unfolded behind like a scroll painting.

Wei Yiran sat by the window, her back ramrod straight, just like she did in the Qingyang Valley servants' quarters, ready to get up at any moment and deal with any errands that might come from nowhere.

Little Ling'er sat next to her, her little hand still holding her fingers tightly, not letting go.

That hand was warm and soft, like a nestling chick. Wei Yiran glanced down at it but didn't pull it away.

"Sister Wei," Xiao Ling'er suddenly spoke, her voice soft, "Are you hungry?"

Wei Yiran shook her head.

Xiao Ling'er took out a cloth bag from her bosom, opened it, and inside were several pastries wrapped in oil paper. She picked out the largest one and handed it to Wei Yiran.

"Give."

Wei Yiran looked at the pastry.

The pastry was shaped like a little rabbit, plump and white, with a touch of red on the tip of its ears. She had never seen a pastry like this before.

"This was made by my junior brother Fatty," Xiao Ling'er said. "He specially made a big box for me before he went into seclusion, saying I should eat it slowly. It's so delicious, you should try it."

Wei Yiran took the rabbit-shaped pastry and took a small bite.

The taste was sweet and soft, with a fragrance she had never tasted before. She chewed slowly, watching the clouds rushing past the porthole, and suddenly felt her eyes sting.

She hadn't had a snack in a long time.

The last time she ate it was before she left home, when her grandfather had someone make osmanthus cake for her. At that time, she was sitting on a stone bench in the back garden of the mansion, eating it bite by bite, while her grandfather stood by and watched without saying a word.

"Is it delicious?" Xiao Ling'er asked.

Wei Yiran nodded.

Xiao Ling smiled, took a piece for herself, and started nibbling on it.

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