The immortal pill is reborn and possesses the body of the charming female shopkeeper.

Chapter 172 Ancestor's Order

"this…"

Luo Sifan felt something was amiss and was about to explain to Mu Yuansheng how to rescue Niannu and Wu Lingsu.

"Brother Lin! Hurry up, my junior sister is probably getting impatient waiting in the tent!"

Mu Yuansheng was already close to the tent entrance, urging them on.

Luo Sifan thought about it again and realized that it would be more appropriate for Lin Ganxiu to handle the matter, so he shut his mouth and followed Mu Yuansheng into the tent.

Inside the tent, the generals of the Western Expeditionary Army and their guests were all seated. Although the table was simple, it was laden with wine, food, and drink.

The two seats were placed side by side, and Lin Qianxiu had already taken one of them. On her side were Shu Hongyi, Uncle Qiao, and Jiang Wanfeng, leaving no empty seats in the middle.

Since Luo Sifan was going, I could only accompany him to the end of the line.

Mu Yuansheng was taken aback by Lin Qianxiu's seating arrangement. He glanced meaningfully at Luo Sifan, who was calmly walking towards the last guest seat.

"Brother Lin, wait a minute!"

Mu Yuansheng called out to Luo Sifan and beckoned to him.

Luo Sifan didn't understand what he meant, so she could only follow Mu Yuansheng blankly.

"Come here! Move that table and chair over here!"

Mu Yuansheng berated the servants, pointing to the side of his own seat.

Lin Qianxiu drank silently, not even raising her eyes, completely unconcerned about Mu Yuansheng's decision to add seats in the head seat.

"Brother Mu, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Seeing Lin Qianxiu's aloof and unapproachable demeanor, Luo Sifan really didn't want to get too close to her.

Mu Yuansheng's eyes widened:

"Brother Lin! You are like a brother to me, Mu! How can I be so disrespectful! Sit down! Sit down!"

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Luo Sifan reluctantly followed Mu Yuansheng to take a seat.

Completely disregarding the cold atmosphere between the two, Qingyao cheerfully wriggled free from Luo Sifan's grasp and skipped into Lin Qianxiu's arms.

Her younger brother was pushed onto the table. He frowned, sniffed the cold meat platter on the table, took a bite, and began to chew.

Luo Sifan was left alone and at ease. After Mu Yuansheng's enthusiastic toast, she poured herself a drink and enjoyed it quietly by herself.

Mu Yuansheng whispered to Lin Qianxiu, asking her about something, probably the details of their fall into the Netherworld Valley.

Luo Sifan was quite cautious, his mind wandering, lest their whispers overhear him.

The harmonious atmosphere of the banquet did not last long.

With a loud bang, everyone in the room was stunned and turned to look at the person in the head seat.

Luo Sifan's wine glass wobbled, jolting him out of his meditative state. He turned his head in surprise to look at Lin Qianxiu, who had slammed her hand on the table, scattering cups and saucers everywhere, and suddenly stood up.

"This is outrageous! How dare Lin Qianfang do this!"

Lin Qianxiu's face turned icy with anger, her voice cold and harsh, and her expression was utterly audible throughout the room.

Mu Yuansheng and the other generals of the Western Expeditionary Army looked at each other awkwardly, clearly understanding why Lin Qianxiu was angry.

Shu Hongyi and the others were completely bewildered and looked at Lin Qianxiu with concern.

"I was wondering why none of the generals of the Rolling Cloud Army were here? Turns out they were all secretly robbed by Lin Qianfang and her group!"

"Mu Yuansheng! Even though I'm not here, you're just letting these Lin family members bully your junior sister?!"

Lin Qianxiu looked down at Mu Yuansheng and questioned him in a cold voice.

The scene became extremely quiet for a moment, completely unlike the lively atmosphere when everyone had just taken their seats.

Mu Yuansheng was speechless, his face gradually turning red. Being harassed by Lin Qianxiu in public had made him increasingly angry, and he was on the verge of exploding.

Luo Sifan, observing from the sidelines, was secretly alarmed.

"Lord Lin, about this matter..."

Among the generals of the Western Expeditionary Army, one stood up holding a cup, forcing a smile as if he wanted to explain.

"Sit down! It's none of your business how the Lin family behaves!"

Lin Qianxiu rolled her eyes and scolded fiercely.

The general was embarrassed and speechless. He glanced at Mu Yuansheng silently and obediently sat down.

Mu Yuansheng took a deep breath, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, no longer willing to endure.

Fearing that his fellow disciples would turn against him in public, Luo Sifan immediately pressed Mu Yuansheng's shoulder down and stood up gracefully.

Lin Qianxiu's eyes flashed with disdain, but she didn't dare to stare at him directly anymore.

Luo Sifan's gaze lingered on her, never pausing.

"Qianxiu, since this is a family matter, why make a scene here? With Senior Brother Mu here and me here, we can discuss it properly after the banquet."

Luo Sifan spoke gently, his eyes filled with pity, clearly moved by Lin Qianxiu's barely suppressed grievances.

Given their poor relationship, Luo Sifan was prepared to be shamelessly mocked by Lin Qianxiu in public.

However, it's still better than Lin Qianxiu and Mu Yuansheng making a scene in public.

"you!?"

Lin Qianxiu was filled with resentment and was about to unleash all the pent-up anger she had accumulated over the past month when a warm feeling suddenly arose in her soul, which melted away much of her irritability and desire to vent.

She unconsciously lowered her head. Qingyao, who was in her arms, was pure and innocent, smiling faintly at her. In her eyes, she seemed to see her own frustrated and angry expression.

Lin Qianxiu was slightly taken aback, a hint of guilt appearing on her cheeks. Qingyao reached out her small hand and gently wiped Lin Qianxiu's face, whispering:

“Mother, don’t embarrass Father in public. If you want to teach him a lesson, Qingyao will help you when we get home.”

No one in the room could hear the whispers. They all stared blankly as the mother and daughter flirted in public. Lin Qianxiu's anger vanished, replaced by a gentle expression.

"Hmph! I'm not going with him!"

Even with Qingyao's intervention, Lin Qianxiu still harbored resentment when Luo Sifan was mentioned. She glared at Luo Sifan, plopped down, and stopped talking about the dispute with Mu Yuansheng.

Luo Sifan, having just escaped his ordeal, felt his previously numb scalp relax. He smiled and winked at Qingyao, praising the extremely well-nurtured spiritual embryo of heaven and earth.

Mu Yuansheng's expression was calm, his initial excitement gone. After several rounds of drinks, he hastily ended the banquet.

After dismissing his generals and settling Shu Hongyi and the others, only Lin Qianxiu and the other two remained in the tent. Mu Yuansheng let out a long sigh of relief.

"Junior Sister, Brother Lin, please come inside the tent and have a seat!"

The three moved to the inner tent where Mu Yuansheng worked and slept. Lin Qianxiu unceremoniously lay down on the soft fur-trimmed chair, rubbing Qingyao, accompanying her younger brother:

"Mu Yuansheng, how can you let Lin Qianfang and others do such a disgraceful thing? How can you face my father?"

Although it was still about settling accounts, the tone was no longer as fierce.

Mu Yuansheng and Luo Sifan sat down on the guest chairs with wry smiles. Lin Qianxiu had two Nascent Soul cultivators on her left and right, and their aura was naturally far inferior to Lin Yuansheng's.

“Junior Sister! Lin Qianfang sent that person with the Ancestor's warrant. How could I, Mu Yuansheng, a guest of the Lin family, dare to resist? Junior Sister, you can certainly throw a tantrum in front of the Ancestor and still be as lively as ever. If it were me, I'm afraid I'd be beheaded the very next day, and my entire family would be wiped out!”

With no one else around, Mu Yuansheng decided to open up and pour out his grievances.

"Where is the ancestor's warrant?"

Lin Qianxiu's expression hardened, and she extended her hand.

Mu Yuansheng stood up, took out a scroll from the bookshelf, and handed it to Lin Qianxiu.

Lin Qianxiu sneered as she unfurled the scroll, then casually tossed it aside, the scroll rolling onto Mu Yuansheng's desk.

Mu Yuansheng frowned, stood up again, rolled up the scattered scrolls, and carefully put them back into the book tube.

Lin Qianxiu squinted at Mu Yuansheng's every move, a mocking smile gradually appearing on her lips.

"Senior brother, I admire nothing but you. You're so patient! I dream about ripping off the head of the Lin family patriarch and kicking it around like a football!"

Mu Yuansheng's hand trembled, his expression changed drastically, and he almost dropped the shaft.

"Junior sister! How can you say such rebellious things!"

Mu Yuansheng steadied the scroll, stuffed it back onto the bookshelf, and without turning his head, gently scolded Lin Qianxiu.

Luo Sifan frowned upon hearing the sound and looked at Lin Qianxiu:

"Qianxiu, don't corrupt the children! Be more reserved when speaking in front of them."

Qingyao blinked, looking completely innocent.

The little brother barked fiercely, quite excitedly.