Chapter 250: with translation of chapter title

Inside Huánggōng, the Yanfeng Kingdom's Emperor Qian Kun respectfully welcomed many disciples.

However, upon seeing Qian Youcai, Qian Kun merely uttered a phrase.

Descendant Qian Kun has greeted the old ancestor.

Huh???

Hearing this title, Ye Zhangqing glanced dubiously at the plump Qian Youcai, not expecting him to still have imperial blood.

'Junior brother, you may not know, but many in the sect have their own backgrounds in the mundane world; it's normal, but because so much time has passed, many feelings have faded.'

Xu Jie beside him explained upon seeing the situation.

Many disciples and elders of the Dao Yi Sect, before joining the sect, all had their own families in the mundane world.

But cultivators, after all, have long lifespans; often, after a round of seclusion, when one looks back, those former relatives and friends have all turned into loess.

Thus within the Dao Yi Sect there is also such a saying: once one joins the Immortal Sect, all mundane affairs actually have little to do with you anymore.

Because an ordinary person's lifetime is, in a cultivator's eyes, merely like a white colt passing through a crevice.

So although Qian Youcai is a member of the imperial family, he has long since lost any connection.

After some pleasantries, the disciples were directly arranged to reside in the Huánggōng; Hong Zun and the others had no objection.

Where to live is of no matter.

'No need for servants; we can manage ourselves.'

'Yes.'

Nor were palace maids or eunuchs allowed to attend; Qian Kun respectfully agreed.

After settling down and having another meal, Ye Zhangqing, as usual, went to stroll in the city; this time Xu Jie, along with the Yanfeng Kingdom's Sixth Princess Qian Xue and Seventh Princess Qian Qing, accompanied him.

Compared to the cities previously visited, the capital is noticeably livelier, with crowds constantly coming and going on the streets.

One can even see many cultivators.

This is normal, after all, within the Yanfeng Kingdom there is not only the Dao Yi Sect.

Even looking across the entire Dongzhou, immortal sects can be said to be as numerous as cow hairs, yet their strength varies greatly.

Some weaker sects may have only a few dozen members, and even their strongest are at most in the Qi Sensing Realm.

Moreover, there are also cultivators living among the mundane.

Some loose cultivators, as well as those who know they cannot break through or cannot let go of the mundane world, ultimately return to secular life and spend their remaining days there.

Like the officials of the Yanfeng Kingdom, there are not a few who possess cultivation, though generally it is not high.

While strolling, Ye Zhangqing purchased many rare seasonings.

The goods in this capital are indeed complete; many things unavailable elsewhere can be found here.

Having Qian Xue and Qian Qing as guides indeed saved a lot of trouble.

As for fun places in the capital, both ladies know them well.

After touring the capital for several days, on this day Shi Song also rushed from the Dao Yi Sect to the capital.

Inside the Huánggōng, upon seeing Hong Zun, Shi Song approached with a smiling face.

'Junior brother, have you been waiting anxiously?'

'I am not in a hurry.'

Upon hearing this, Hong Zun retorted unhappily, 'What am I anxious about? I have no feelings for that monastic.'

As for Shi Song, it's obvious to anyone that his mood is clearly extremely uneasy.

Even upon entering the hall, he appeared restless, continually asking Hong Zun, Qing Shi, Zhāng Tiānzhèn, and Bai Hua Xianzi.

'What do you say I should do when I meet the monastic?'

'Should I say hello? Would that be too ordinary?'

'Or should I use the cultivator's way, clasping hands in salute? Would that be too formal?'

'Or perhaps, "Monastic, long time no see, I miss you"—would that be too direct?'

Hearing Shi Song's rapid-fire questioning, Hong Zun and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths.

From sitting down to now, Shi Song's mouth hasn't stopped, and every sentence is about Juéqíng Shītài.

Unable to bear it any longer, Hong Zun said.

'Just go up and kiss her.'

As soon as those words were spoken, Shi Song's voice halted, and he said with a flushed face.

'This...... is not appropriate.'

While you say it's not good, the anticipation and excitement in your eyes—what the hell? You clearly want to.

I don't want to say more; this old thing is hopeless.

Thinking about Juéqíng Shītài, she's also pitiful—a monastic being obsessed over like this; how could it end well?

Just as Shi Song was still agonizing over how to behave when meeting Juéqíng Shītài, the call to eat sounded.

As soon as the words fell, Hong Zun and the others had already vanished from the spot.

'Junior brother, when the time comes I............'

Just as he was getting into it, upon turning his head he saw that Hong Zun and the others had already disappeared, leaving Shi Song feeling depressed—where are they?

The disciples of the Dao Yi Sect reside in a separate area, with no one else around, making life convenient.

At that moment the familiar sound of fighting rang out; sensing various fluctuations of Línglì and techniques, Shi Song wondered.

'Everyone has gone out to travel, yet these Divine Sword Peak disciples are still like this?'

Even if they're fighting to an indecisive extent within the sect, is it the same outside?

Out of curiosity, Shi Song followed the qi and quickly found the location of the kitchen.

Only to see many disciples already fighting madly—not just the Divine Sword Peak disciples, but also the Jade Maiden Peak disciples have joined in, with the disciples of the two peaks fighting to an indecisive extent.

Moreover, he also said things like eating, what position, etc.

The look in his eyes was odd; could it be that all the previous strange actions of Divine Sword Peak were just because of eating?

It seems so; each time they act, isn't it just Fàn diǎn? Extremely fixed.

But is this cultivator really like this just for a mouthful of food? Isn't everyone practicing Bigu? Even if the Menial Disciples don't practice Bigu, it shouldn't be this bad.

Shi Song was somewhat bewildered; afterwards, as the scramble ended, the disciples who had grabbed a spot entered the dining hall elated.

And Hong Zun and his three companions were already at the front of the queue.

They started eating in an orderly fashion; this sight left Shi Song stunned.

Even Hong Zun and his three companions are like that?

"These four guys are weird."

Feeling as if he were getting close to some truth, Shi Song stared unblinkingly.

Seeing everyone eat with great delight, watching them made Shi Song hungry.

Furthermore, he grew more certain that the previous oddities of Divine Sword Peak were likely due to this eating.

He waited until many disciples had finished eating and left, then Shi Song sneaked into Yuàn zhōng.

"Can a single meal have such allure? Today, this old man will also take a look."

He sneaked into the dining hall; the room contained only some simple pots, bowls, and utensils, with nothing else.

He searched around, wanting to find some leftover food to taste; after all, a single meal, to make the disciples of Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak act like this?

What exactly is the flavor? Shi Song is extremely curious.

But after searching, he found nothing; this dining hall actually had not even a scrap of leftover food.

This also shows he doesn't understand Divine Sword Peak well; since Ye Zhangqing transmigrated, the Divine Sword Peak dining hall has never had leftover scraps—let alone leftovers, even the bowls and chopsticks are always licked clean by everyone.