bookbashuk Chapter 262 Bad News
Chapter 262 Bad News
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The initial ascent was quite smooth, with only a slight feeling of weightlessness. Through the transparent "window," everyone saw the Cloud Hidden Sect below rapidly shrinking; the front courtyard, main hall, and training rooms all became miniature landscapes arranged in a staggered pattern. The stone steps of the mountain gate resembled a winding gray line, and further away, on the plaza in front of the side hall halfway up the mountain, a crowd of people as small as ants could be vaguely seen.
"Flying...flying!" Zhao Qiming gripped the edge of the seat tightly, his knuckles turning white, but his face was filled with indescribable excitement and awe. He had spent most of his life battling in the business world and had flown on countless top-of-the-line private jets, but that kind of flight relying on mechanical power was completely different from the feeling he was experiencing now, as if connected to ancient mythology and soaring through the sky with spiritual power. This was an experience beyond his comprehension.
Zhao Mengmeng clung tightly to her father, her face flushed with excitement, and pointed downwards: "Dad! Look, look! That's our resort! Wow, it looks so neat and tidy from up there!"
Feng Xiaolu practically lay on the "window," shouting, "Wow! Clouds! We've passed through the clouds!"
The wooden bird gave a gentle shake and plunged into a thin layer of mist. Instantly, everything around it turned white, and the air was cool with moisture. A moment later, it emerged from the clouds, and the view opened up before it. Sunlight streamed down without obstruction, and below lay an endless sea of clouds, like a white earth covered with cotton wool. In the distance, several higher mountain peaks pierced through the sea of clouds, like isolated islands in a vast ocean.
The magnificent sight took everyone's breath away for a moment.
"Amitabha." Master Huiming, who had also come to the window at some point, chanted the Buddha's name softly, his eyes filled with admiration for the wonders of creation.
Jiang Yun and Asheng were more focused on sensing the trajectory of spiritual energy flow and the operation of the mechanism as the wooden bird flew. The two talked in hushed tones, their eyes full of focus and admiration.
Qi Lan gazed quietly out the window, her profile softening slightly beneath the brim of her hat. A gentle mountain breeze blew in through the deliberately left vent, ruffling her hair.
Su Wan and Wei Qingyi sat together. Su Wan looked at Chen Anran's tall and straight back as he manipulated the wooden bird, then at her home, which she had never seen from this angle before, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Wei Qingyi's gaze also fell on Chen Anran, watching him calmly control the magical artifact, his clear, cool eyes reflecting the passing clouds outside the window.
Feng Lie and Feng Changyuan were also amazed. Feng Lie nudged his older brother, "Brother Changyuan, if we had a bird like that, wouldn't it be so much easier to gather herbs? We could just swoop up those cliffside herbs in no time!"
Feng Changyuan chuckled: "You wish! Such an exquisite magical artifact must be extremely difficult to forge; materials, craftsmanship, and spiritual energy are all indispensable. Fellow Daoist Chen's acquisition of this treasure is both a stroke of luck and a testament to his skill."
After flying for a while, Chen Anran maneuvered the wooden bird to glide smoothly above the sea of clouds, at a slow speed so that everyone could enjoy the scenery. He turned back and asked, "Mr. Zhao, how are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Qiming quickly waved his hand, excitedly saying, "No problem, no problem! This experience is like a dream! Master Chen's supernatural powers are immense; I admire him to the core! To have this opportunity today is truly a blessing beyond measure!" His words were sincere and heartfelt. Having witnessed and personally experienced such immortal techniques, his awe and respect for the Yunyin Sect and Chen Anran had reached a new level. Forging a good relationship with such an existence was probably the greatest blessing and opportunity for his Zhao family in a hundred years.
Chen Anran smiled: "I'm glad Mr. Zhao is pleased. The resort down the mountain has been able to operate so smoothly, and the sect's affairs have been able to be handled in an orderly manner, all thanks to Mr. Zhao and Mengmeng's great help. This pleasure of flying is just a small token of my Yunyin Sect's appreciation."
He then looked at the others: "Fellow Daoists, this bird is still quite stable. If we need to travel long distances or transport supplies in the future, we may be able to use it."
Jiang Yun smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen is so generous. Such a treasure is usually regarded as the most precious treasure by ordinary sects, but you are willing to share it with your fellow Daoists. Your magnanimity is truly admirable."
After circling for a while, taking in the magnificent view of the sea of clouds, Chen Anran controlled the wooden bird to change direction and slowly descend towards the Cloud Hidden Sect. The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the outline of the wooden bird with a layer of gold. Like a legendary divine bird returning to its nest, it landed steadily back in the open space in the front yard. The spiritual light subsided, and it shrank back to the size of a palm, flying back into Chen Anran's palm.
As everyone stepped out of the wooden bird and onto solid ground, they felt as if they had been transported to another world. Their gazes upon the exquisite little bird in Chen Anran's hand were now completely different.
Zhao Qiming composed himself and bowed deeply to Chen Anran again: "Master Chen, what I have witnessed today will be unforgettable! In the future, if you or the Yunyin Sect ever need anything, the Tianhe Group will do its utmost!"
Feng Xiaolu hopped over to Chen Anran's side, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the mechanical bird in his hand: "Junior Brother! Can I try controlling it next time? It's so much fun!"
Chen Anran smiled and said, "Okay, you can come next time."
Feng Xiaolu immediately cheered.
Just then, the phones of Su Wan, Qi Lan, Jiang Yun, the Feng brothers, Chen Anran, Feng Xiaolu, and Wei Qingyi all vibrated simultaneously.
Su Wan paused slightly, then took out her phone from her sleeve. Wei Qingyi, Feng Xiaolu, Chen Anran, and even Qi Lan, Jiang Yun, and the Feng brothers beside her all instinctively reached for their own phones.
Chen Anran turned on the screen; it was a message from the "Zhengdao Resource Sharing Group".
He Qingyun tagged everyone.
"He Qingyun of Longhu Mountain: @Everyone. With tears in my eyes, I announce: Late last night, my master Zhang Nanshan was attacked by traitors from the evil cult Red Spirit Sect outside his hermitage on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain. He was mortally wounded and has passed away. The traitors were rampant; they fled after the attack, leaving behind Red Spirit Sect artifacts at the scene. My master upheld the righteous path throughout his life, vanquishing demons and monsters, yet he tragically met such a cruel end! His funeral will be held in three days at Longhu Mountain. I, Qingyun, am deeply grieved and earnestly request all righteous comrades to come to Longhu Mountain, if you would so kindly, to bid my master a final farewell and to discuss matters concerning the evil cult. He Qingyun, with tears in his eyes, respectfully submits."
Countless replies have already appeared below the message.
But after reading this message, no one was in the mood to read the replies.
Chen Anran and Feng Xiaolu were the most prominent examples.
Zhang Nanshan was both a teacher and a friend to Chen Anran; almost all of his cultivation came from him. Without him, Chen Anran would not have been able to cultivate so quickly.
Needless to say, Zhang Nanshan has taken good care of Feng Xiaolu ever since she came down the mountain to become a "fake Taoist priest".
That always cheerful, playful old man, who loved to joke around like a child, is gone just like that?
Died in a sneak attack by the Crimson Spirit Cult?
Chen Anran suddenly looked up at Feng Xiaolu, who was also holding her phone and whose face had turned deathly pale. Feng Xiaolu was also looking at her, her eyes were red, her lips were trembling slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Zhao Qiming and Zhao Mengmeng clearly did not understand what the "Righteous Path Resource Sharing Group" meant, but sensing the sudden change in atmosphere, they wisely remained silent and showed concern.
Jiang Yun, Asheng, Huiming, Qi Lan, and the Feng brothers all wore expressions of shock and anger.
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