Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 422 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Immortal Venerable 5

Finally, the day arrived for the sect to depart for the Three Realms Grand Competition Arena.

As dawn broke, the entrance to the sect was already bustling with people.

The disciples were all in high spirits, dressed in neat clothes, carrying long swords, and exuding youthful vigor.

Their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation. This grand competition of the three realms was not only a stage for them to showcase their strength, but also an opportunity to prove themselves.

Yi Feng arrived at the sect gate early, his eyes constantly searching through the crowd, as if looking for something important.

Finally, he couldn't help but walk up to his Uncle-Master Ji Huan, his face full of doubt, and took the initiative to ask:

"Uncle-Master, why haven't I seen Senior Sister Ran Cang?"

Isn't she coming?

As Yi Feng spoke, he craned his neck again to peer deeper into the crowd, seemingly hoping that Ran Cang would suddenly appear at any moment.

Ji Huan also stood at the sect's entrance, glancing around from time to time with a hint of anxiety in his eyes, as if he were waiting for something.

Hearing Yifeng's question, he frowned slightly, a helpless look on his face, and said:

"I don't know either. I haven't seen her since this morning. Maybe something happened to keep her away."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky again, sighed softly, and couldn't help but feel a little worried, as the competition wouldn't wait for anyone.

Yi Feng's eyes darted around a few times, as if he had suddenly thought of a good idea, and he quickly said:

"Uncle-Master, how about I go and take a look at Senior Sister Ran Cang's residence?"

She might still be packing; I'll go help her, that way it'll be faster.

Yi Feng looked at Ji Huan with anticipation, his feet already ready to set off at any moment.

However, before Yi Feng could finish speaking, Ji Huan raised his hand to interrupt him.

Just then, Ji Huan's voice suddenly rang out. He turned slightly to listen carefully to the contents of the voice message, and his expression changed slightly.

Then, he turned around and said to Yifeng:

"No need, let's go."

His voice carried an undeniable firmness.

Upon hearing this, Yi Feng's face was full of surprise, and his doubts deepened. He couldn't help but ask further:

"What about our senior sister? Are we just going to leave her behind like this?"

Yi Feng's eyes revealed a hint of reluctance and worry.

In his heart, Senior Sister Ran Cang was an indispensable member of this Three Realms Grand Competition.

Ji Huan shook his head slightly and explained:

"Our sect leader said he has other plans for his junior sister Ran Cang, and told us to go ahead and not wait for her."

As he spoke, he patted Yifeng on the shoulder, signaling him not to overthink it.

Upon hearing this, a hint of melancholy appeared on Yi Feng's face, and his previously straight shoulders slumped slightly. He said softly:

"Oh."

Although he still had many questions, he dared not disobey the sect leader's orders.

Just as the group turned to leave, Yi Feng faintly heard the voices of several elders from within the sect.

The sounds were somewhat noisy and indistinct, but one could tell they were very anxious, as if they were saying something was missing, with some cursing mixed in.

Yi Feng couldn't help but stop and look back, wondering to himself if this was related to Senior Sister Ran Cang's absence.

But he dared not ask any more questions, and could only follow the group slowly away with a heart full of doubt, embarking on the journey to the Three Realms Grand Arena.

As the sect members set off for the Three Realms Grand Competition Arena, a simple yet elegant carriage was slowly moving forward at the foot of the mountain.

The wheels rolled over the gravel road, making a rhythmic "gurgling" sound, which, along with the crisp sound of horses' hooves, carried far through the quiet mountain forest.

The horses pulling the carriage were tall and strong, with glossy coats that clearly showed they were well cared for.

The carriage was spacious and comfortable. Sui Si sat comfortably on the soft cushions, his posture elegant, and every gesture exuding the demeanor of a master.

At this moment, his gaze was focused on the plate of tempting glutinous rice balls in his hand.

Gently pick one up, put it in your mouth, chew slowly, and your face is full of enjoyment, as if this little glutinous rice ball is the most precious delicacy in the world.

With each chew, he could feel the soft, sweet flavor slowly spreading on his tongue, bringing him great satisfaction.

Ran Cang sat opposite Sui Si, completely different from him.

Her mind was not on the food at all; her eyes were fixed on the little fox in her arms, her gaze full of tenderness and doting.

She was so focused that it was as if everything around her was irrelevant.

Her hand gently stroked the little fox's body, her movements soft and slow.

Starting from the fox's head, running down its spine, and all the way to its tail, again and again, it was as if caressing a rare treasure.

After finishing a glutinous rice ball, Sui Si picked up the jasmine tea next to her, took a small sip, and the rich aroma of the tea instantly spread in her mouth, perfectly relieving the sweetness of the glutinous rice ball.

He looked at Ran Cang, who was engrossed in the world of petting foxes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said softly:

"This fox has recovered quite quickly, so you don't need to be in such a hurry and watch over it every day."

His voice was gentle, like the warm spring sun, carrying a touch of care.

Upon hearing this, Ran Cang slightly raised his head, a bright smile on his face, but his eyes remained fixed on the fox as he said:

"No, Master, I'm really not in a hurry."

The fox fur is so soft and smooth to the touch, it feels amazing! You should try it!

As she spoke, as if afraid that Sui Si would refuse, she quickly lifted the fox up to Sui Si's face.

He looked like an enthusiastic salesperson trying their best to promote their product.

As she shook the fox, she talked on and on:

"Look at this fur, it's so soft and smooth, and so fluffy, it feels so comfortable to touch."

I dare say, there is no one in the world... no, there is no fox in the world that can rival him!

The feel of this is absolutely unique.

"Master, just touch it once, I promise you won't be able to stop once you start."

Ran Cang's eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if waiting for Sui Si to praise her precious fox.

Sui Si: "..."

Sui Si looked at the fox that suddenly approached him, his lips twitched, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.

He instinctively leaned back, avoiding the fox, rubbed his temples, and said with a wry smile:

"Alright, you can massage it yourself. I'm not interested in this."

You've really been bewitched by this little fox.

As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly, picked up his teacup again, and took a small sip.

Hearing Sui Si say that, Ran Cang was actually a little disappointed, as if he had failed to successfully promote his beloved toy.

She gently took the fox back into her arms, muttering something under her breath:

"Furry, hehe, my furry, hehe."

While muttering to herself, she began to stroke the little fox intently, her smile growing brighter and brighter, as if she had the whole world as long as the little fox was by her side.

Sui Si ignored Ran Cang, who seemed possessed, and turned his gaze to the large bundle placed to the side.

This bundle contained the good stuff he had "packed" back from the other elders.

He opened the bundle with great interest, took out the items one by one, and began to sort them by category.

He would occasionally pick up an ancient manual, examine it carefully, and a hint of appreciation would flash in his eyes;

Occasionally, he would pick up a faintly glowing pill, hold it to his nose, and sniff it gently, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

Every item was a treasure in his eyes, a "trophy" of his.

Hmm, these friends are 'reliable' after all, not bad.

Inside the Qingyun Sect, several elders were gathered together, their faces showing anxiety and a hint of anger.

The atmosphere in the spacious council chamber was heavy and oppressive, with a palpable sense of tension in the air.

"My treasured Heavenly Spirit Pill, which I've kept for many years, has just vanished without a trace!"

"My ancient sword technique scroll is gone too!"