Chapter 76: Chapter 71: Qin Miaoyi, A sea into a mulberry field_1
"Thank you for your work, miss."
Chen Chang’an expressed his gratitude with a slight smile.
"Mr. Chen, there’s no need to be formal, it’s my honor to host you."
"Also, sir, my family name is Qin. You can call me Miaoyi."
Qin Miaoyi, so this female disciple’s name was Qin Miaoyi?
Upon hearing the disciple’s name, Chen Chang’an paused momentarily.
The surname Qin, in this world, is a prominent one.
Only those hailing from an ancient and secretive family would carry this surname.
"Sir, please follow me,"
Qin Miaoyi said, pointing ahead.
Then she walked ahead, leading the way for Chen Chang’an and others.
Chen Chang’an and the others followed suit.
"Sir, this is Jingque Road. Following it will lead us to the fragrance lake of Tianxiang Pavilion."
"The lake has a Wen Bi - a scholarly wall - where, from time to time, notable figures leave their calligraphy."
"Sir, if you find the time, do take a look..."
"This is Tianhuang Pavilion, generally used to host the ’Ten Venerates’."
"The innermost area is our sect’s boundary pavilion, which is usually not open."
"It is only opened when we are hosting the senior figures of the eighth realm."
"Our esteemed ancestor is currently hosting some esteemed guests in there..."
Along the way, Qin Miaoyi introduced each place they passed by to Chen Chang’an and the others.
Names of various pavilions and pools, or other special places, were shared.
The amount of information was such that Chen Chang’an and the others had acquired a general understanding of Tianxiang Pavilion.
After a while, they arrived at a spacious square under Qin Miaoyi’s guidance.
The square was all decked out with bright, special red carpets.
In the middle, meticulously arranged potted plants, fountains, and rock formations were set up, adorned with decorations.
Various delicacies were placed on the stone tables amid the picturesque rock formations, under rows of colorful lanterns.
By now, the square was filled with people.
These people were gathered in groups of two or three, either meeting old friends and catching up, or reminiscing about old times, making the scene lively and cheerful.
Then, Qin Miaoyi led Chen Chang’an and the others to one of the tables, saying,
"Here you go, sir. This is our square."
"The very center of the square is where the incense altar is situated."
"Take a moment to rest here, sirs."
"Our esteemed ancestor is currently hosting the ’Ten Venerates’. After the session is done..."
"Our esteemed ancestor will appear at the incense altar to offer teachings."
"Sir, please be patient and wait here. It shouldn’t be long."
When talking about those guests, a trace of reverence appeared on Qin Miaoyi’s face.
This is undoubtedly appropriate.
After all, those who are treated as esteemed guests by the ’Ten Venerates’,
Are generally representatives of the ’Ten Venerates’ sects, or magnates of the seventh realm like Sword Masters or Great Buddhas of Buddhism. It could even be an existence of the same stature as the ’Ten Venerates’.
These figures may seem ordinary in Chen Chang’an’s eyes, but in the eyes of every mortal, they are indescribable entities.
"Many thanks, Miss Miaoyi."
Chen Chang’an thanked her.
"Mr. Chen, you need not be so formal. This is my duty after all,"
Qin Miaoyi quickly gestured.
Then she said:
"With that, sir, I have brought you this far."
"There is some business that needs attending back at the sect. Please excuse me for not staying with you."
After she said this, Qin Miaoyi gracefully bowed.
Chen Chang’an shook his head and said:
"The fact that Miss Miaoyi could bring us here is already worthy of thanks."
"Please go ahead and do what you need to do, Miss. We are fine here."
"Thank you for understanding, Mr. Chen. I shall take my leave."
Upon hearing that, Qin Miaoyi respectfully saluted Chen Chang’an once more.
Apologizing, she soon took her leave.
"Brother, you can stop looking now, that bothersome girl has already disappeared into the distance," she said.
After Qin Miaoyi departed, Mao Ruxue’s voice rang out.
She looked at Chen Chang’an, conveying an expression of understanding as she spoke:
"Brother, didn’t she have quite a captivating fragrance about her?"
"Let me tell you, that’s a distinct scent that only disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion possess."
"The stronger the female disciple’s cultivation, the stronger their intoxicating fragrance."
"And the fragrance on Miaoyi sister just now, it was so intoxicating that even I, as a girl, was stirred."
"Brother, try to guess who that elder sister is."
At the end of her words, Mao Ruxue flashed a crafty smile.
"You little devil."
Upon hearing this, Chen Chang’an couldn’t help but chide her, scolding:
"You should be thinking about how to cultivate instead of daydreaming about irrelevant things."
"If you can’t break through to the Third Realm this time, you watch how I’ll deal with you."
"Brother, don’t hit me. I know I was wrong," Mao Ruxue pleaded, immediately covering her head after getting hit, looking pitiful.
"Brother Chen, stay here with the disciples for a while. I’ve seen some old friends over there whom I need to converse with," Xuan Qingzi suddenly said.
As he spoke, he pointed to a group of Daoists not far away, who appeared to be deeply engrossed in conversation.
"It’s fine, Brother, you go ahead. We’ll manage fine here," Chen Chang’an affirmed after a quick glance, understanding the situation.
Those Daoists were all from the same area’s Sects.
Being from the same place and meeting in a strange place, greeting each other was only natural.
"I’ll leave it to you then, Brother Chen."
Xuan Qingzi instructed once more and then headed over.
After Xuan Qingzi departed, Chen Chang’an took a seat and admired the scenery around Tianxiang Pavilion.
The entire Tianxiang Pavilion was built on a mountain named Tianxiang Mountain.
The top of the mountain was cleaved in half by the ancestors of Tianxiang Pavilion using their swords.
It occupied an extensive area.
Tianxiang Square was at the heart of Tianxiang Pavilion, from where pretty much all of the major buildings could be seen.
Then, as he looked at Mao Ruxue and the others, he noticed that they all had expressions of wanting to voice something but were holding back.
As a more experienced person, Chen Chang’an had no trouble guessing what they wanted, so he spoke:
"You all can go and enjoy yourselves too, just remember to come back here later."
"Yes, Brother," they chimed.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
The moment they heard Chen Chang’an’s words, Mao Ruxue and the others were overjoyed. They respectfully saluted him and darted off towards the center of the square.
To them, Tianxiang Pavilion was a place of mystery.
If they could explore it, it would certainly be an exciting experience.
"Such mischievous kids," Chen Chang’an shook his head at their retreating forms.
Mao Ruxue and the others were still children, after all.
Whenever they saw something novel, they would become restless, lacking self-control.
Once upon a time, he too was like that.
But seas turn into mulberry fields and some things are meant to never return.
Wait, isn’t something off here?
Lost in his thoughts, he abruptly froze.
It suddenly occurred to him that, by actual age, he wasn’t much older than Mao Ruxue and the others.
Although he was in his thirties in this life.
Nevertheless, for his first twenty years, he was in a constant state of disorientation—living aimlessly like a fool.
Thinking about it, only in these past ten years did he truly start his life.
If you were to add up these ten years with his past life’s twenty, it only amounted to a total of thirty years.
