217: Chapter 217 Paying Respects

After those two Purple Palace Cultivators retracted their Divine Sense, Chen Changqing finally entered the city.

Qingzhou City was very large, but to Purple Palace Cultivators, it was actually just so-so; as long as he was willing, he could reach the other end from one side of the city within a few breaths, so he quickly found the location of Chen Lingtong and Chen Lingyi.

"There are two Foundation Establishment auras over there. One of them seems to be Lingtong's, but whose is the other one?" Chen Changqing was pleasantly surprised yet somewhat puzzled.

Without thinking further, he arrived at the inn where Chen Lingtong and the other were in a few steps.

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"You mean, your Seventh Uncle has already arrived?!" Hearing this, Han Lingjun's face was very calm, yet his tone was so... uncalm.

He hadn't seen that man in green robes for many years; that was the only person who had defeated him within the same Realm to this day, and that person's background was merely a member of a clan that had just become a Foundation Establishment Family.

Chen Lingtong nodded, and suddenly, happiness surfaced on her face as she turned her head to look outside the room.

The other three also looked over at the same time; although there was an isolation Formation inside the room separating everyone's auras, they could still clearly sense the cyan figure outside.

Han Lingfeng's heart stirred, and he deactivated the Formation; this was his room, and both the activation and deactivation of the Formation were on the jade token in his hand.

Chen Lingyi hurriedly opened the door to welcome him, Chen Lingtong and Han Lingjun were excited in their hearts, and Han Lingfeng wanted to see what kind of person the man outside who defeated his biological older brother really was.

Creak...

The door was opened...

Han Lingfeng looked over...

Somewhat ordinary, his appearance could only be described as delicate and pretty, and this aura was very average, not even as good as Lingtong's.

With just this level, he could defeat my brother?

"Seventh Uncle." Chen Lingyi and Chen Lingtong shouted at the same time, joy showing on both their faces; ever since the two left the Family, they had been living with some trepidation every day, not as at ease and peaceful as when they were in the Family back then.

Thinking back now, it turned out to be because of Seventh Uncle; Seventh Uncle had formidable strength, resulting in almost no Cultivators daring to run amok at Qingyang Mountain.

"Mn, Lingtong, Lingyi, you guys really made me look hard for you!" Chen Changqing said with a smile, and after finishing, he turned his head to look at Han Lingjun.

"Fellow Daoist Han, long time no see. How have you been recently?"

Han Lingjun was somewhat stunned; he could clearly sense the aura of the man in green robes before him, but what was going on?

Unlike what Han Lingfeng felt, he could more intuitively sense Chen Changqing's Realm and aura at this moment than Han Lingfeng, clearly seeing that Chen Changqing's Realm was only the Foundation Establishment Seventh Stage.

Yet his intuition was telling him that this person was far more than that, and even the Senior Brother of the Foundation Establishment Ninth Stage Perfection in the Sect could not achieve this degree; could this person still be hiding something?

He didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed right now.

What made him happy was that the person who defeated him had now grown to such an extent, while what depressed him was that the other party merely originated from a Foundation Establishment Family, yet their talent was so bizarre; even he, someone who prided himself on being a favored son of heaven, could feel this person's Prodigy nature.

After just a moment, he put away the thoughts in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, long time no see. This humble one has already heard resounding acclaim of Fellow Daoist's great name lately," Han Lingjun smiled and said.

"Just an undeserved reputation; Fellow Daoist Han is the truly impressive one, having already entered the Foundation Establishment Sixth Stage at such a young age," Chen Changqing said modestly, turning to praise Han Lingjun instead.

After hearing this, Han Lingjun was somewhat speechless; why did these words spoken from Chen Changqing's mouth feel like he was mocking him, yet he didn't sense any mocking intent from Chen Changqing?

Because Chen Changqing was being sincere.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Han Lingjun took his leave, wanting to take Han Lingfeng back.

As the youngest younger brother at home, Han Lingfeng hadn't returned for several years, and the Family was extremely worried, so they departed first.

Chen Changqing and the others saw the two off, and afterwards Chen Changqing took Chen Lingtong and the other to head to the City Lord's Mansion to pay a visit.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, two Purple Palace Cultivators appeared and sat in the main hall discussing.

"Do you think this person will come to pick a fight?" a White-haired Elder asked with a frown.

"Probably not; this person is only at the Purple Mansion First Layer, and his aura is not considered very strong, far inferior to us. If he dares to pick a fight, there's no need for Senior Brother to make a move; I alone can suppress and kill him, besides which this place is only a little over a thousand li away from our Sect."

Another middle-aged man in black robes said in a low voice.

Immediately following, he said: "They're here."

Not far away, a cyan figure brought two people and flew over through the air.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, someone rebuked.

"Which Fellow Daoist dares to be so rude, actually trespassing into the City Lord's Mansion without authorization? Withdraw quickly."

Auras surged into the sky one after another, among which there was no lack of Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivators, making Chen Lingtong and Chen Lingyi feel shocked and somewhat terrified in their hearts.

"Shut your mouth. This person is a Purple Palace Cultivator; let him in."

Inside the main hall, the man in black robes stopped them.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, the patrolling Cultivator who had shouted first felt his heart tighten upon hearing this, and immediately cupped his fists to apologize.

As for the rest, they all lowered their heads and dared not look directly at Chen Changqing, so as not to be too discourteous.

Chen Changqing knew that this was those two Purple Palace Cultivators giving him a warning display, intending to warn him not to cause trouble.

"Two Fellow Daoists, long admired, long admired. This one is Chen Changqing." Chen Changqing brought Chen Lingtong and the other two down, landing in the courtyard.

The man in black robes and the White-haired Elder came out to welcome them, among which the man in black robes waved his hand, dismissing the low-tier Cultivators in the courtyard.

"So it is Fellow Daoist Chen! Long admired, long admired. This one is Qi Lin of the Tianyan Sect, and this is my Senior Brother, Song He."

"So it is Fellow Daoist Qi and Fellow Daoist Song." Chen Changqing cupped his hands in greeting.

That White-haired Elder stroked his beard and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please come in."

Chen Changqing nodded and came into the hall with the two to sit down.

Chen Lingtong and Chen Lingyi stood to the side, feeling somewhat excited in their hearts: since when could Seventh Uncle already sit on the same side and converse on equal terms with Purple Palace Cultivators?

"Fellow Daoist Chen, this is a Bailing Tree that this one planted out of accidental interest within the mansion; this Bailing Tree blossoms once every three hundred years and bears fruit once every three hundred years, and using the Bailing Fruit it bears to make tea—that flavor is truly one of life's great pleasures," the White-haired Elder smiled and said.

"Since Fellow Daoist Song says so, this Chen will definitely savor it properly." Chen Changqing picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Instantly, a refreshing fragrance quickly spread throughout his mouth, and wisps of Spiritual Qi entered his body along with the tea liquid.

Chen Changqing hurriedly began to refine it, and after a few breaths, he faintly sensed that his cultivation had improved by a sliver.

"Truly good tea," Chen Changqing praised; Tier-3 spiritual tea truly lived up to its name as a Peerless Grade in the world, and even if a Purple Palace Cultivator drank a sip, it would have the effect of boosting their cultivation, though it was a pity the quantity was too small.

"That goes without saying; when it comes to my Senior Brother's skill in planting and brewing tea, he is someone in the entire Qingzhou who dares to claim second, and no one dares to claim first," the man in black robes, Qi Lin, said proudly.

"Ah, Junior Brother, you flatter me; this one is merely idle with nothing to do, occasionally brewing some tea and planting some trees," Song He said calmly.