Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 83 A cultivator must have clear and unobstructed thoughts.

Chen Anran looked at the two cultivators, one big and one small, who were both deeply obsessed with the "first victory," and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

It's one thing for his senior sister to be unreliable, but how come even the dignified Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain is so childlike?

Zhao Mengmeng tried hard to suppress her laughter, her shoulders shrugging slightly. She thought that this senior sister of Master Chen and that old Taoist priest were just like internet addicts.

He Qingyun and his junior sister Mo Han were clearly used to their master's style. They exchanged a glance, both feeling helpless.

"Senior sister," Chen Anran suppressed her temper and tried to reason with her, "We can fight for the first win anytime, but look at you now, you're practically a national treasure. Go back and rest first, and get your energy back before we talk about it."

Feng Xiaolu shook her head vigorously: "No! I have to win today! Otherwise, my mind won't be clear, and my cultivation will be hindered!"

Zhang Nanshan nodded in deep agreement: "Indeed, the key to spiritual practice lies in maintaining a focused mind. If this thought arises and is not resolved, it may create obstacles."

Chen Anran's lips twitched. He could tell that Zhang Tianshi had found like-minded people and was now addicted to the game.

He sighed, knowing that forcibly dragging Feng Xiaolu away would probably make her nag for a long time. He glanced at the dismal battle record on the screen, then at the spirited Feng Xiaolu and Zhang Nanshan, and at He Qingyun and his senior brother and sister who looked like they were "just forced to accompany them".

"Alright," Chen Anran conceded, pulling up a chair to sit down. "The last three games. If we can't get our first win within three games, we have to go back and rest."

"Junior brother, you're the best!" Feng Xiaolu immediately beamed with joy, but she quickly realized that her junior brother seemed to have never played games before. He had been farming on the mountain since he was a child, and his activities were limited to the small village at the foot of the mountain. It was only in the past year or so that he entered the world and, under her "guidance," gained a lot of worldly experience and grew a lot.

"Junior brother, do you know how to fight?"

Upon hearing the doubts, Chen Anran smiled confidently. He was joking. He had never played it in this life, but he had played it in his past life, and he was a master who had been playing in the Black Iron Dragon for many years.

"I've been watching a lot of game videos lately."

Zhao Mengmeng very sensibly went to the front desk to turn on the phone for Chen Anran, but Chen Anran's confident smile quickly disappeared.

In the first game, he chose Annie mid, a lane that is theoretically easy to play, but he was solo-killed three times by the enemy LeBlanc during the laning phase, was slow to provide support, and missed his ultimate in team fights. Feng Xiaolu and Zhang Nanshan's cries of despair almost lifted the roof off the internet cafe.

"Junior brother! Where's your bear?! Where's your dizziness?!"

"Young friend Chen! Your positioning... oh dear!"

In the second game, Chen Anran picked Xerath, determined to prove himself with a long-range turret. However, his skill predictions were terrible; enemy heroes darted around in front of him without taking any damage.

"Junior brother...look carefully before you use your skill!"

"Fellow Daoist Chen, be cautious, be cautious!" He Qingyun couldn't help but remind him.

When the huge word "Failure" popped up again, the entire booth fell into a deathly silence.

Feng Xiaolu slumped in the chair, her eyes vacant, as if her soul had been ripped out.

Zhang Nanshan clutched his chest, muttering, "My Dao heart... this old Daoist's Dao heart is about to shatter..."

Chen Anran looked at his score of 0/11/3 and felt somewhat embarrassed.

Zhao Mengmeng, who had been standing behind Chen Anran, whispered, "Master Chen, how about... I give it a try?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Anran immediately got up. This stupid game is for whoever wants to play it.

With Zhao Mengmeng taking over, the game situation changed dramatically. In less than half an hour, she single-handedly led Feng Xiaolu and the other three to victory.

"We won! We finally won!" Feng Xiaolu excitedly stood up and hugged Chen Anran behind her, crying tears of joy and emotion.

Zhang Nanshan was also greatly pleased, stroking his gray beard and nodding repeatedly: "Wonderful! Wonderful! This game was exhilarating, and my thoughts were completely clear!"

He Qingyun and Mo Han also visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed smiles appeared on their faces.

Only then did the excited group finally have time to turn their attention to the "hero" who had just made a brilliant move and led them to victory.

Feng Xiaolu curiously sized up the suddenly appearing, beautiful and fashionable stranger, blinked, and turned to ask Chen Anran, "Junior brother, who is this... your friend? That's quite a move!"

Zhang Nanshan squinted and looked at Zhao Mengmeng with a smile.

He Qingyun and Mo Han politely bowed.

Chen Anran then realized that they hadn't introduced themselves yet. He stepped aside to let Zhao Mengmeng pass and briefly introduced her: "This is Miss Zhao Mengmeng, whom I met in Lincheng. She's interested in cultivation and happened to be coming to Chongqing anyway, so she came along."

Then, he introduced Zhao Mengmeng: "Mengmeng, this is my third senior sister, Feng Xiaolu. These three are Zhang Nanshan, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, and his esteemed disciples, Daoist He Qingyun and Daoist Mo Han."

Zhao Mengmeng immediately abandoned her "domineering" demeanor while playing the game, becoming well-behaved and quiet. She bowed slightly to the group and politely greeted them: "Greetings, Immortal Master Feng, Celestial Master Zhang, and both Taoist priests. My name is Zhao Mengmeng; you can just call me Mengmeng."

She felt a little nervous, especially in front of Chen Anran's senior.

Because it's just so beautiful.

Earlier, in the dim light of the internet cafe, Feng Xiaolu was huddled inside a large hoodie, so Zhao Mengmeng hadn't been able to see her clearly. Now, she took off her headphones, stood up, and her hood slipped down, revealing her slightly messy yet casual hair, which cascaded down to show her entire face.

Zhao Mengmeng's breath hitched.

She considered herself to have grown up in a wealthy circle, seeing countless meticulously dressed socialites and ladies, including herself. With her privileged family background and natural good looks, she was always the center of attention wherever she went. But the beauty of this Immortal Master before her was a completely different kind of beauty, a shock that almost shook her soul.

It was a kind of beauty that was... incredibly vibrant, as if it had gathered all the exquisite beauty in the world.

Perhaps due to staying up late, Feng Xiaolu had faint dark circles under her eyes, but this did not detract from her beauty. Instead, it added a touch of languid and playful charm to her, like a little fox fairy who had sneaked out to play and accidentally got tired of playing.

Feng Xiaolu ignored Zhao Mengmeng's gaze. She glanced at Zhao Mengmeng and said, "You're Chairman Zhao's daughter, right?"

Chen Anran hummed in agreement.

Feng Xiaolu hooked her arm around Chen Anran's neck, causing him to bend over. Feng Xiaolu whispered in his ear, "Tell your senior sister the truth, how much did Chairman Zhao pay you for rescuing people this time?"

Not a single cent was given.

"I don't believe you, I don't care, but you have to treat me tonight!"

Upon hearing Feng Xiaolu's words, Chen Anran realized that it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.