Chapter 53 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (Part 11) My Junior Brother, Here I Come...

The Pavilion Master of Wanchun Pavilion twitched his eye and casually waved his hand to remove the defensive barrier. He had lived for nearly two hundred years and this was the first time he had ever seen someone use Nascent Soul teleportation to rush over with a child, just to buy suitable clothes for the child.

"Of course, Immortal Lord, please come inside." Seeing that a distinguished guest had arrived, Pavilion Master Wanchun simply received him personally and carefully instructed his disciples to prepare some pastries and spiritual tea.

"This robe, called the Crimson Cloud Brocade Robe, is made from Crimson Cloud Silk personally selected by the merfolk of the East Sea. It is impervious to water and fire, and impervious to swords and spears. Furthermore, it bears a protective incantation personally written by a Nascent Soul cultivator! If the young master encounters danger while wearing this robe, the protective array on the robe will automatically activate, lasting at least half an hour! In addition, the robe also contains a dust-repelling incantation and a body-extending spell. Even if the young master enjoys playing and grows taller than ten feet, this robe will always remain clean and will automatically fit him as he grows taller," Pavilion Master Wanchun enthusiastically introduced.

"This color is very nice."

Song Ce took the robe, pulled Qin Nian'an aside, and held it up to him before saying with a smile, "This bright red and gold robe is just right for my An'er. It looks so charming. We'll take it."

“Immortal Lord, look, there’s this one too.” Pavilion Master Wanchun took out another silver-red robe and carefully unfolded it: “This robe is the most popular style this year. Immortal Lord, look here, there’s a clever design under the hem! Embroidered here is the white deer holding a peach and an embroidered ball from our Yuancheng New Year paintings. This subtle pattern will move as the young master walks. If he runs, you can even see the white deer chasing after the rolling embroidered ball!”

"It looks very festive, I'll take it too." Song Ce waved his hand.

"Oh my! Immortal Lord, this is the latest spirit wind hat from our Wanbao Pavilion. Look at the wind-fixing pearl on it, isn't it so sparkly! It's perfect for a child as young as yours..."

More than an hour passed, and the master of Wanchun Pavilion was also hoarse from talking.

However, his efforts were not in vain. This seemingly unambitious immortal lord directly took out five bags of high-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and readily agreed: "I'll take everything you mentioned earlier. For these Fire Silkworm Shoes, add a pair of warm jade to the heels! And for those Fire Rat Velvet Boots, replace the bronze bells engraved with the Divine Speed ​​Technique with a pair of floating jade, and engrave a sound-absorbing array on them."

“No problem, Immortal Lord. Please wait upstairs. The things you requested will be ready immediately.” Pavilion Master Wanchun chuckled, his eyes narrowing into slits, looking extremely ingratiating.

"Brother... are you done yet?" Qin Nian'an tugged at the tassel that was hanging down to the tip of her nose and protested with a pout, "An'er's eyes are going to be dazzled by these beads."

"It looks so festive." Song Ce picked up Qin Nian'an and said, "Come on, let's go upstairs and have some pastries."

After the two brothers finished exploring Yuan City, the sun gradually set. A warm ray of golden light shone on Qin Nian'an's cheek. He couldn't help but nuzzle Song Ce's shoulder, wrap his arms around his neck, and whisper, "Brother, I'm so happy today!"

"Brother too." Song Ce gently coaxed Qin Nian'an in his arms. After feeling his even breathing, he raised his longsword and carried Qin Nian'an all the way back to Chang Le City.

At this moment, the disciples of Qingyun Sect waiting in Chang Le City stared in disbelief at the senior with the appearance of an immortal—holding the sleeping young master in his arms.

Under the intense gazes of everyone, little Qin Nian'an slowly woke up, his face still showing the bewilderment of someone just waking up: "Brother?"

Seeing so many people watching him, Qin Nian'an felt his face burning for the first time. He tugged at Song Ce's sleeve and deftly slipped out of his arms.

Song Ce was very satisfied with Qin Nian'an's outfit. He carefully admired his own taste and asked with a gentle smile, "What do you think of An'er's outfit?"

The members of Qingyun Sect all exclaimed "Ah?" in unison. Lan Ying was the first to react. He nodded seriously and smiled, "Young Master's attire suits his temperament very well. This disciple thinks it's excellent."

This time, Lan Ying cleverly changed "boy" to "disciple," subtly and deliberately bringing her closer to the Song brothers. Song Ce didn't mind, and after hearing Lan Ying's words, he nodded in agreement: "You have quite the taste, kid."

The disciple who was initially subjected to Song Ce's True Word Technique was named Wang Linming. He looked at Qin Nian'an, who was as flamboyant as a butterfly, with a suspicious expression. Wang Linming was about to say something when he received a warning look from his senior brother. He quickly changed his tune: "Yes, yes, young master, you look... uh, very energetic."

"Senior, I received your message today and have been waiting for you here with my disciples. May we return to Qingyun Sect now?" Lan Ying asked respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Song Ce nodded in agreement.

Upon seeing this, Lan Ying immediately waved her sleeve, and soon, an ancient flying boat appeared in front of everyone, floating in the air. The flying boat was simple in design, and at a glance, it could probably hold about twenty people.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, senior and young master." Lan Ying first invited Song Ce and Qin Nian'an onto the flying boat, and then led the disciples of Qingyun Sect up together.

Qin Nian'an had been raised in the courtyard of Baiyun Sect since birth. This was the first time he had seen a small boat that could fly. He was very excited and ran to the side of the boat. He stood on tiptoe and held onto the railing, watching the buildings on the ground slowly shrink until they became a tiny black dot.

He couldn't help but turn around and see his brother smiling at him from a short distance away. Qin Nian'an obediently returned to Song Ce's side, tugged at Song Ce's sleeve, and asked, "Brother, where are we going?"

"We're going to Qingyun Sect, An'er." Song Ce hesitated for a moment, then decided it was best to tell the truth, as the child would eventually find out everything anyway.

"An'er, do you know why we're going there?" Looking at Qin Nian'an's face, which seemed a little rounder than when she was first found, Song Ce couldn't help but pinch it. Sure enough, it felt great.

“I know, because that was the sect Father used to belong to.” Qin Nian’an’s pure eyes shone as he obediently let Song Ce fondle his face.

“Although Father and Mother are gone, An’er still has her brother. Now that her brother has avenged his enemies, no one will bully An’er anymore,” Song Ce said gently.

"Brother, Father and Mother didn't abandon An'er, did they?" Qin Nian'an hugged Song Ce's arm dependently and mustered up her courage to ask.

"Of course, Father and Mother, like Brother, only wish for An'er to be safe and happy."

"Mmm," Qin Nian'an replied softly, his head lowered. At that moment, the airship sped up slightly, and Qin Nian'an, using the momentum of the fall, confidently threw himself into his brother's arms. He knew his brother would catch him, he definitely would.

Song Ce always had endless patience with children. He held Qin Nian'an and coaxed her softly for a few moments, which made the little girl cling to him even more.

The ancient flying boat carried the group slowly through the sky. Qin Nian'an, clutching the pair of small bells that Song Ce had personally put on his head, happily ran towards the Qingyun Sect members.

"Brother Lan, look, these are the little bells you made for me by hand. Aren't they pretty?" Qin Nian'an grabbed Lan Ying, who was inspecting the flying boat, and proudly held up the pair of bells in front of him and shook them.

When Lan Ying saw the bell, she gasped in astonishment. She almost knelt down in awe of that senior. The material of this bell was actually a top-grade spirit stone, which was extremely rare on the continent!

This is a top-grade spirit stone! Using it to make children's toys is far too extravagant!

"Young Master's pair of bells... uh, quite unique." Lan Ying carefully took the bells and discovered that there was an intricate magic array engraved on them. With his current cultivation level, he couldn't tell what the magic array was for.

"I think so too." Lan Ying's praise immediately touched Qin Nian'an's heart. He tugged at Lan Ying's sleeve and took out a small oil paper packet from the storage bag that Song Ce had just bought for him: "Brother Lan, this candy is for you."

Lan Ying took the oil paper package and saw that seven large characters were written brightly on the square red paper: "Wanbaoge VIP Exclusive". There were five Wanbaoge logos sprinkled with gold powder in the upper right corner of the red paper.

In just one day, this senior became a five-star VIP of Wanbaoge, demonstrating the immense wealth he possessed. Lan Ying couldn't help but pinch Qin Nian'an's cheek, sighing inwardly that this young master's life was too good.

Along the way, Qin Nian'an proudly showed off to the Qingyun Sect members the storage bag full of things his brother had bought for him. Seeing this, Song Ce leaned lazily against the rocking chair and chuckled to himself. In just two or three days, little Nian'an had completely become one of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, which relieved Song Ce.

Finally, after five days of flying by airship, the group arrived at the foot of Hefeng Mountain, where Qingyun Sect was located.

Before Lan Ying could finish the sentence, "Senior, we've arrived...", he stared in shock as the white mist dissipated. There stood his master, the Qingyun Sect Master Yi Hua Zhenren, who was supposed to be in seclusion, before a giant jade sword embedded in the rocks. Behind Yi Hua Zhenren stood five elders. The usually strict Elder Du Ming and the amiable Elder Fu Feng were excitedly holding up a banner that read: "Qingyun Sect members respectfully welcome Senior Jun Ming."

Holding Qin Nian'an's little hand, Song Ce couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and said to Lan Ying, "Your clan's way of welcoming guests is quite unique."

Lan Ying wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Master Yi Hua who was still waving at him, and took a half step forward with a stiff upper lip, saying, "Senior, please don't be offended. My master must have been excited to see that you had come from afar and thought that this would make things more lively..."

"Hey! This must be Fellow Daoist Junming and Xiao Nian'an!" True Master Yihua led the elders of Qingyun Sect forward quickly, glancing at his disciples who were practically tearing at the air: "We haven't caused you any trouble, have we?"

"No, these children are pure and kind-hearted, and they took good care of Nian'an along the way," Song Ce said gently.

Looking at Qin Nian'an, who was not at all shy and greeted them obediently, Master Yihua took out a string of red jade and gold coral spirit beads from his pocket and handed them to Qin Nian'an, saying, "This is a gift we prepared for little Nian'an."

Lan Ying breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. It seemed that the Second Elder had carefully explained all the words he had transmitted to his master.

"Thank you, Grandmaster." Qin Nian'an glanced at Song Ce first, and after he nodded slightly, she obediently accepted the string of coral spirit beads and thanked him sweetly.

The moment Lan Ying saw the coral spirit bead, she felt the senior beside her soften considerably: "This bead looks quite festive."

"Of course!" Master Yihua thought of his disciple's earnest instructions to the second brother in the jade slip—it seems that Lan Ying was right. As long as he keeps the younger one with Elder Qin in check, all that's needed is to appease Elder Qin's disciple.

"The sect has prepared wine and food. Fellow Daoist Jun Ming, please!"

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Author's Note: The power of H1N1 is terrifying! I'm already exhausted, so this is a bit late.