Chapter 786: Well‑behaved Disciple Enters the Embrace 20

Chang Sun Lang exchanged an incredulous glance with his Dao partner.

Is this really the Ling Xu Immortal Venerable they know?

When has he ever given someone such high praise?

Unbelievable.

Seeing their strange looks, Jin Chen put down his wine cup in annoyance.

"What are you looking at?"

"Just looking at something strange."

Chang Sun Lang poured him another cup of hot bamboo wine, saying, "But we all think you've taken on the right disciple."

"At least you have some bond; you don't cultivate the Wuqing Dao, so why are you so pure-hearted and desireless?"

Jin Chen looked at Si Tu Yu and stated his purpose.

"Bring him tomorrow; I still need you to examine his meridians."

Si Tu Yu nodded, "Fine, just bring him over."

Since his friend's disciple has a need, he naturally ought to help.

Chang Sun Lang asked again, "What obscure illness requires Si Yu to look at it—can even the physicians of your Profound Heaven Sect not cure it?"

"Since childhood, he loves to sleep; during each breakthrough he needs to slumber about five days to recover his spirit, but my investigations have found nothing."

Jin Chen also mentioned Fei Mian's mother, and Si Tu Yu's expression grew grave.

"Indeed suspicious; bring him early tomorrow."

"Okay."

Having obtained the promise, Jin Chen rose to take his leave, not disturbing their centuries‑long private world.

Chang Sun Lang sat beside his Dao partner, his tone teasing.

"Ah Yu, I keep feeling that Jin Chen is overly worried—is he really just raising a disciple?"

As someone who's been there, he said it's not unlike when he just caught Ah Yu.

He worries about everything, afraid that something might be wrong with his body.

He shook his head and sighed that, no matter one's status, it's nice for Jin Chen to have someone by his side.

——

Fei Mian woke up groggily after half an hour's sleep, found his Master still absent, and sat alone on the bed, lost in thought.

Without his Master beside him, the bed lacking his Master's scent, he simply couldn't sleep soundly.

He curled his lip, got up, and intended to go downstairs to eat something.

If his Master returned and found he hadn't eaten dinner, he would surely be angry.

But as soon as he stepped downstairs, he heard a noisy clamor.

"Really sorry, esteemed immortals, our shop's heavenly‑character large rooms are truly full—many immortals have come to stay… this… it's first‑come, first‑served."

The innkeeper was very embarrassed, his wrinkles deeply etched.

"What first‑come, first‑served! Tell me, what immortal clan? Could there be anything mightier than our Azure Cloud Sect?!"

The leading disciple, arrogant and overbearing, wore a cyan‑blue robe embroidered with gold patterns, displaying the Azure Cloud Sect's wealth and grandeur.

"We'll pay triple the silver—take over your Ke Zhan! Hurry up and kick them out!"

"This…"

The innkeeper, up in years, was about to cry.

He really couldn't afford to offend either side.

How come all these immortals are like that, while the immortals just now were so polite!

He spotted Fei Mian coming downstairs with sharp eyes, and instantly felt he'd found a savior: "Little Immortal! Please come and talk to them!"

Fei Mian walked down under the gaze of the Azure Cloud Sect disciples, frowning and speaking coldly.

"The innkeeper already said it's first‑come, first‑served—don't you understand?"

There were about dozens of Azure Cloud Sect disciples present, plus an obviously older one who should be the leading instructor.

But he said nothing, merely sizing up Fei Mian.

The leading disciple also frowned, sizing him up: "Who are you? Which sect? Did you lot snatch this inn's heavenly‑character large room?"

Fei Mian raised his hand in a salute, his tone still cold, bearing a hint of Jin Chen's demeanor.

"Disciple of the Ling Xu Immortal Venerable of the Xuanzong Sect, Fei Mian."

Having said that, he lifted his gaze to the Azure Cloud Sect instructor whose expression had shifted slightly, curled the corner of his mouth, and gave a slight nod in greeting.

The Azure Cloud Sect is known as the second‑largest immortal sect, so they naturally know of the Xuanzong Sect's affairs.

But the instructor never imagined that casually encountering a Xuanzong Sect disciple would turn out to be that mysterious Ling Xu Immortal Venerable's disciple.

"The Xuanzong Sect's…"

That disciple muttered a sound, looking back pleadingly for help.

They seem like they can't afford to provoke them.

Who would have thought that before the instructor could even speak, the most flamboyantly dressed youth in the group—like a peacock—would speak first.

"So what about the Xuanzong Sect! This isn't the immortal realm!"

He stepped forward, glared at Fei Mian, and said, "I don't care whose disciple you are—I've claimed this Ke Zhan!"

He also shouted at the innkeeper.

"This Ancient Maple Town belongs to Moon City—my father is the city lord! You'd better drive them out, or you won't be allowed to stay open!"

Fei Mian, nearest to him: "..."

He rubbed his battered ears, stepped back half a pace, and gave the instructor a cold stare.

The teaching style of the Azure Cloud Sect is indeed quite distinctive.

The Immortal Master knew his identity was extraordinary, but out of selfishness he didn't even bother to explain, simply pretending not to know.

Even if blame arises later, we'll just say it's a petty squabble among the younger generation.

"Are you deaf? Hurry up!"

That flower peacock let out another angry roar and casually kicked over the nearby table and stool.

Fei Mian turned his wrist, already ready to strike.

Just then, another voice came from the doorway.

"What a big mouth!"

Xie Xi stormed in, angry.

Fei Mian lowered his hand, looking in surprise at the annoying ghost's hands full of pastries—did this guy go rob a bakery?

Looking behind, Luo Yi Ping also had his hands full of stuff.

The two exchanged glances; Fei Mian calmly looked away—what they needed to do now was to present a united front.

This has always been the tenet of the Xuanzong Sect.

"What's the Moon City Lord? In front of my father, he isn't even a menial worker!"

Xie Xi sized him up, then suddenly clutched his stomach and laughed out loud.

"Hold on, I think I've seen you before! When I was young, my father entertained guests from all directions; your father shamelessly brought you along, hoping to get in, and even tried to climb into the royal circle!"

"What's your name… Xu… Xu something? It's not about comparing status—seeing me, you should still show respect!"

Xu Huashen: "..."

His face instantly turned green then white—who could have imagined that this Xie Xi, even more of a troublemaker than himself, would be here!

As the richest in the capital or a royal relative, the Xie family is indeed far stronger than his—by who knows how much.

Xie Xi glanced at Fei Mian again, gave a light cough, and quietly said, "You're really useless—you can't even beat him."

Fei Mian chuckled twice and said, "If you come any slower, he'll already be on the ground."

It's habitual for them to argue upon meeting, but today they both simultaneously decided to cut their losses.

Fei Mian looked again at the Immortal Master opposite him, his voice turning cold.

"The Azure Cloud Sect tolerates its disciples causing trouble in the mortal realm; I will certainly report this to the sect leader, senior brother."

The Immortal Master felt nervous and quickly said, "What nonsense are you spouting? Isn't it just the younger generation causing trouble? Although you're a disciple of the Elder of the Spirit Sequence, you're still young and ignorant—why drag this up to the sect level?"

Luo Yi Ping set everything down, bowed, and said, "I am the son of the Xuanzong Sect's Sect Head; I don't know if my words can be considered true."

"Fei Mian, Junior Uncle, is a direct disciple of the Immortal Venerable; according to seniority, your sect leader should still address him as senior brother."