Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 217 Fellow Daoist, this children's playground is too exciting!

"Senior Sister, Stop Working and Go Home for Dinner" is sparking a reading frenzy. Haven't you read it yet?

The waiter gently brought over three cups of clear tea, the tea liquor a bright green, steaming hot.

Zhang Nanshan picked up his teacup, first smelling the aroma, then nodded in satisfaction: "Good tea, it must be Da Hong Pao from Wuyi Mountain?"

Chen Anran nodded: "Master Zhang has a good eye. It is indeed this year's newly made rock tea, which my disciple specially requested to be supplied to her home."

At this point, Chen Anran suddenly felt that he should prepare some spiritual tea to entertain them.

Tea leaves can also evolve, but Chen Anran thought that having spirit rice, spirit vegetables and spirit fruits on the mountain would be enough. However, it seems that he needs to get some other things too.

"Haha, then I'll have to savor it properly." Zhang Nanshan laughed heartily, took a sip, squinted his eyes to savor it for a moment, then put down his teacup and looked at Chen Anran, "Little Chen, your 'Hidden Immortal Traces in the Clouds' is getting more and more famous online. My good-for-nothing grand-disciples see it on short video and social media platforms every day, clamoring to experience the 'Flying Sword Package,' it's worn my ears out."

Master Tianbao smiled and added, "It's not just young people. Several elders in my temple who have been in seclusion for many years in quiet cultivation also inquired with me the other day, saying that the distribution of spiritual energy in this place is quite unusual and has a natural effect of gathering spiritual energy. It also seems to have been properly artificially regulated, so they wanted to come and see it for themselves."

Upon hearing this, Chen Anran's heart stirred slightly. Zhao Mengmeng's two months of live-streaming promotion had yielded little result. He had thought that the concept of "cultivation culture" would still take time to be accepted by the public, but he did not expect that it had already quietly spread within the cultivation circle.

Chen Anran poured tea for the two of them, speaking humbly: "The information online is a mix of truth and falsehood, much of it exaggerated. This place is simply nestled by the mountains and water, slightly tidied up, taking advantage of the resurgence of spiritual energy to provide a gathering place for fellow practitioners to exchange ideas, and also to create a quiet haven for worldly people to experience the joys of mountain life. There is absolutely no 'flying on swords,' but there are plenty of opportunities for mountain walks, tea and vegetarian meals, and hands-on experiences."

"Ah, this is good!" Zhang Nanshan fanned himself, his gaze drifting through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows to the distant verdant mountains. "Cultivation doesn't have to be a miserable ordeal. Look at these young people nowadays," he gestured with his fan towards the elevator, "dressed like ordinary college students, playing on their phones, watching videos, and worrying about which bubble tea shop down the mountain is the best. But when it's time to practice, they're incredibly dedicated; when it's time to seek enlightenment, they can calm their minds. Times have changed. We old folks have to learn to integrate the 'Tao' into our daily lives, don't you think, old friend?"

Master Tianbao laughed heartily, "Of course!"

Chen Anran's lips twitched slightly, but he thought to himself: I think you guys have integrated very well. You're playing mahjong, karaoke, and video games. You're having more fun than the young people.

"Hehe, you two are joking. I think you've already 'blended' very well."

"Haha, not enough, not enough..."

Zhang Nanshan and Tianbao both expressed great humility regarding this matter.

Then, Chen Anran chatted with the two of them about various interesting things that happened at the resort, and the atmosphere in the tea room was relaxed and peaceful.

Just then, the glass door of the hotel lobby was pushed open with a loud bang, and a series of sobs, tinged with extreme grievance, rang out.

"Waaah... Junior Uncle..."

The three looked up at the sound and saw Lingdang excitedly leading Xiaoling'er by the hand, striding in. Xiaoling'er's usually adorable face was now red from crying, her big eyes brimming with tears, her long eyelashes clumped together, her little mouth pouting, and a small wet patch on the front of her pale yellow dress, clearly indicating she had been crying for quite some time. One of her hands was being held by Lingdang, while the other was being used to vigorously rub her eyes.

Lingdang excitedly pulled Xiaoling'er to the tea table, her face still flushed with excitement, her eyes shining brightly, completely oblivious to how heartbroken Xiaoling'er was crying.

"Fellow Daoist Chen! Oh? Old Zhang, you're here too? And Old Tianbao too? Perfect timing!" Lingdang's voice was excited. "You guys should go check this out! Those two guys, Jiang Yun and Asheng, have completely transformed the children's playground! It's so—exciting—!"

As she spoke, she gestured animatedly, "That carousel, oh my god! After it started, it didn't just go in circles, it flipped up and down and spun rapidly, even more thrilling than a roller coaster! I rode it three times! And that little train, the tracks were all changed, it just whooshed out in a flash!"

Upon hearing the words "carousel" and "little train," Little Ling'er pouted and burst into tears again. Her little shoulders trembled, and tears streamed down her face. Between sobs, she complained, "Waaah... Little Uncle... the carousel... it flies so high... it scared me to death... the little train... waaah... it feels like it's going to fly away... Sister Bell wants to take me to ride it a second time... waaah..."

Chen Anran quickly got up, pulled the pitifully crying Xiaoling'er to her side, gently wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, and soothed her softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, Xiaoling'er, don't be afraid, we won't ride that anymore."

Zhang Nanshan and Daoist Tianbao exchanged bewildered glances, their old faces revealing a mixture of surprise and... eagerness.

Zhang Nanshan stopped fanning himself, blinked, and exclaimed, "A carousel...like a roller coaster? A little train...that can fly?" He turned to Chen Anran, both amused and exasperated, "Young friend Chen, aren't the 'unique experiences' at your resort a bit...too unique?"

Master Tianbao pushed up his glasses, trying to maintain a gentle expression, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly: "This... Young friend Jiang and young friend Asheng's 'ingenious idea' is indeed... unconventional and original. However, I'm afraid it's not really suitable for a children's playground."

Lingdang excitedly added, "That's not all! There's also a trampoline, you can jump three stories high! But there's a safety array to catch you, so the fall is slow and gentle, it's so much fun! The swings are the same, you can leave afterimages! Jiang Yun said they adjusted the ratio of runes and mechanisms to maximize the thrill while ensuring safety! I think it's especially suitable for us cultivators to relax... oh no, I mean, challenge ourselves!"

While gently patting Xiao Ling'er's back to help her catch her breath, Chen Anran looked helplessly at Lingdang and said, "Fellow Daoist Lingdang, please don't get agitated. Xiao Ling'er is so frightened that she's crying. This modification has clearly exceeded the scope of a 'children's playground'."

"Huh? Really?" Lingdang belatedly looked down at Xiaoling'er, who was still sobbing, scratched her head, and said a little embarrassedly, "I think it's quite fun... Xiaoling'er, don't cry, how about I take you to a slower mode? I just called Jiang Yun, and he said there are several modes you can adjust..."

"No! Waaah... I'm never going to the amusement park again..." Little Ling'er buried her face in Chen Anran's arms, refusing in a muffled voice, her little hands tightly gripping his clothes.