Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Amidst laughter and conversation, the three tall and nimble figures quickly returned to a sheltered temporary campsite halfway up the Motuo mountain.

It was late winter, and the wind on the plateau carried snowflakes, the chill biting to the bone, yet it couldn't dispel the lightness in their eyes and brows after they had just completed their "transfer" mission.

After all, Little Dot had already warned that "it" was not very well-behaved, and the time for the "mainline" event was drawing ever closer.

This made Xianzai'er wary, and even the rewards she'd recently received for checking in seemed unusual, hinting at a conspiracy.

The campfire crackled and popped, its leaping flames illuminating three faces, each with a distinct air yet all possessing an otherworldly quality, instantly captivating the eye.

A visual feast for those who appreciate aesthetics! ↗

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Wei Wuxian plopped down by the fire without any formality and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally done~... Hey, Xiao Guan, quickly 'check' how Mother is now?"

As he spoke, he grinned and pointed to his forehead, his tone revealing an undisguised boastfulness and a mischievous anticipation of a good show.

Zhang Qiling closed his eyes and concentrated. A faint light flashed on the markings on his chest. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the little sparrow had already led the white steed cub in a light circle.

After a moment, Zhang Qiling opened his eyes and said calmly, "Mother said that we should all go back to our new home together."

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The moment the word "home" was uttered, the air went still...

For immortal beings, time is too long, and loved ones are easily lost; "home" is often the softest, yet most untouchable, thought in their hearts.

Wandering is the norm; gatherings feel like stolen moments—look, the Zhangs outside are living examples; they suffered a lot back then! ↘

But who is the Ghost Spirit Sect?

Number one in being unconventional, you say I have no home? H5 I'll make this home as warm as fire, as stable as a mountain, and make you envious to the point of tears!

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Zhang Qiling gazed at the crackling campfire, the flames flickering slightly in his deep eyes.

He repeated softly, "Yes. It's home."

Wei Wuxian was taken aback at first, then a big smile spread across his face. He reached out—not to put his arm around Zhang Qiling's shoulder, but to solemnly and firmly grasp Zhang Qiling's wrist, then let go immediately.

it is more than words……

Looking at the two who seemed to appreciate each other, Black Glasses shook his head with amusement, but his face held genuine warmth as he sighed with the dramatic flair of a theatrical performer.

"Alright, alright, good family, good family... It's just that from now on, with you two gossiping about your family matters, it'll make me, this lonely old man, seem superfluous, won't it?"

“How could that be, Aqi!” Pipi Xian immediately chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. “Aqi, you’re our atmosphere leader! How could the house be complete without you to liven things up?”

Don't worry, from now on Xiao Guan and I will protect you. The three of us in the Longevity Trio will not be missing.

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As the sound of wind and snow subsided, a very light, rhythmic sound suddenly came from outside the camp—it wasn't the natural howling of the wind, but more like the sound of someone walking through the snow, stopping at just the right distance, extremely restrained…

The man with the black glasses twitched his ears slightly, gave a glance, and got up to leave. He returned shortly after, carrying a bright red, gold-embossed invitation that had been delivered through several channels but remained perfectly pressed and eye-catching.

The corner of the invitation also bore Master Xie's personal seal—it was less of an invitation and more of a formal visiting card!

He handed it to Wei Wuxian with feigned politeness, and I looked at it with a grin, drawing out my words.

With a teasing tone: "Look~ My dear sect leader, Mr. Yu's business contacts have even reached this snow line. Let me see... It's Master Xie's precious grandson's one-month celebration."

What a perfect timing! We just had a housewarming celebration here, and now they're celebrating the birth of a son. Their legs must be numb from squatting so much, otherwise how could they make such a big fuss?

Dude: I hid it, but a bunch of big shots and freaks are useless!

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Wei Wuxian took the invitation, lightly tracing the date and birthdate on the cover with his fingertip, raising an eyebrow: "Heh... this little brat, certainly knows how to pick her timing, interesting~" He closed the invitation, a hint of understanding and interest flashing in his eyes.

Rumors had already reached Kui Xing's side that the Xie family of the Nine Gates was gradually laundering their businesses, and that the descendants of his wife, Ji Shutang, who had changed their surname to "Ji," were also doing quite well in recent years.

"Oh dear, I think Master Jie has given me enough face. As the 'Ghost Spirit Sect Master' who has countless ties with the Nine Gates, it would seem heartless of me not to show my face."

Wei Wuxian's tone was playful, as if he were saying, "After having my name used for so long, I have to collect some interest and cause some trouble to tighten my belt."

He turned to look at Zhang Qiling, waving the red invitation in his hand: "Young official, how about it? We'll be passing through Beijing on our way back, why don't we go and join the fun?"

"That young master of the Xie family must be incredibly handsome, maybe..." He didn't finish his sentence, but his cunning, gleaming eyes clearly betrayed his encouragement: "There's bound to be a show to watch on this trip."

(￣y▽￣)~* Cover your mouth and snicker

Zhang Qiling had never liked social engagements. After a moment of silence, he finally nodded.

A slight shift in their silent gaze, as if they had glimpsed a hazy, intertwined trajectory of fate from this long-sought-after post.

He didn't say much, only casting his gaze towards the fading snow curtain in the distance, and said in a low voice, "Whatever you say."

As for the black glasses? There's no need to ask.

He couldn't possibly miss a chance to join in the fun or get a free meal. After all, he was an old friend of the Nine Gates of Changsha, and he still had other commitments to make.

The wind and snow still swirled outside the tents, but the fireside was warm and cozy.

The warmth of "home" still lingers in their hearts, yet invitations to the warmth of human connection and clues to new destinies have quietly been delivered to them...