Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chen Anran sighed helplessly, "Okay."

Upon hearing that Chen Anran had agreed to treat everyone, Feng Xiaolu cheered and immediately shut down the game, grabbing her coat from the back of her chair: "Let's go! Let's rip off a tycoon! I know a hot pot restaurant nearby that's absolutely amazing!"

Zhang Nanshan also stood up with a smile and stretched his limbs: "Very good, very good. After sitting in the internet cafe for so long, this old man's body needs some nourishment from the hustle and bustle of the city."

He Qingyun and Mo Han naturally had no objections.

The group left the smoky internet cafe in a grand procession. Once outside, breathing in the fresh evening air, Chen Anran felt much of the stuffiness in her chest dissipate.

Feng Xiaolu led the way with practiced ease, winding her way through a bustling food street before finally stopping in front of a Chongqing hot pot restaurant that looked quite old. The restaurant was packed with people, and the aroma of bubbling red oil filled the air.

"This is it!" Feng Xiaolu sniffed, looking completely captivated. "Their hot pot broth is absolutely amazing!"

After everyone was seated, Feng Xiaolu unceremoniously grabbed the menu and rattled off a bunch of meats and vegetables, including fresh tripe, beef aorta, duck intestines, tender beef, and pig brains...

Zhao Mengmeng was a little taken aback; this fairy's appetite... seemed rather astonishing.

After ordering, Feng Xiaolu put down the menu with satisfaction, looked at Chen Anran, and chuckled, "Junior brother, you really care about your senior sister. You have no idea what I've been through these past few days, hiding and living in fear, surviving on internet cafes and instant noodles..."

Chen Anran poured her a cup of iced tea and said irritably, "I see you're doing quite well at the internet cafe, with Zhang Tianshi by your side."

"Ahem," Zhang Nanshan stroked his beard and explained in a serious tone, "I did that to keep an eye on my young friend Feng and prevent her from causing any more trouble. I also wanted to experience the entertainment of ordinary young people and get closer to real life so that I could better understand the Dao."

He Qingyun and Mo Han silently lowered their heads and drank their tea, pretending not to hear.

The hot pot broth and ingredients were quickly served, the red oil bubbling and the aroma filling the air. Feng Xiaolu couldn't wait to cook a piece of tripe, then stuffed it into her mouth with satisfaction, sucking in air even though it was so hot, but she couldn't bear to spit it out.

After a few bites of meat, the atmosphere warmed up. Chen Anran then got to the point, asking Feng Xiaolu, "Senior Sister, now that the trouble with the police has been resolved, what exactly is going on with the ancient tomb? You said there was a major discovery?"

Mentioning the ancient tomb, Feng Xiaolu's eyes lit up instantly. She put down her chopsticks, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "On the surface, that tomb looks like it's from a hundred years ago, but the structure underneath is very strange. I sensed extremely strong energy fluctuations underneath with my compass! So I suspect there's an even older tomb underneath, possibly the cave dwelling or the place where an ancient cultivator passed away!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Anran recalled the effect of the Spirit-Seeking and Pulse-Fixing Disc he had evolved for Feng Xiaolu—

"Effect: Can sense the direction of spiritual energy flow and roughly locate ley line nodes or weak spiritual sources."

Sigh, what was I thinking back then? How did I end up letting her evolve into something like this?

"But that place is probably under tight security by the authorities now. How can we possibly get in?"

Feng Xiaolu smiled slyly and leaned closer. "When I escaped last time, I found a 'secret path' that leads directly to that cemetery. And..." she gestured with her chin triumphantly, "with Grandpa Zhang's reputation, maybe we can even 'cooperate' with the archaeological team?"

Zhang Nanshan was simmering a slice of tender beef in the hot pot when he heard this. His hand trembled, and the beef almost fell back into the pot. His eyes widened: "Young friend Feng, don't drag this old Taoist into this! I only helped you get rid of the wanted notice, I didn't agree to go with you to rob... uh, explore ancient tombs!"

"Oh dear, Grandpa Zhang, you can't say that." Feng Xiaolu immediately put on a fawning smile and poured Zhang Nanshan a full cup of tea. "Think about it, if that really is the remains of ancient cultivators, it might contain important clues about the revival of spiritual energy, or even the inheritance or treasures of our ancestors. As a leading force in the righteous path, can Longhu Mountain just sit idly by and let it remain buried in obscurity, or let... some ill-intentioned people get their hands on it first?"

Chen Anran finally understood. Feng Xiaolu had been rambling on for a while, but the key words were just two: "treasure".

Zhang Nanshan held his teacup, lost in thought, his gray eyebrows twitching slightly, clearly weighing his options.

He Qingyun couldn't help but speak up: "Master, what Fellow Daoist Feng said makes sense. If it really is an ancient relic, it certainly needs to be handled with caution."

Mo Han nodded slightly: "This place is close to Longhu Mountain. If anything unexpected happens, we should pay attention, both morally and logically."

"Even if there really is a secret passage, the situation inside is unknown, and the risk is too great." Chen Anran tried to calm them down. "I think this matter needs to be considered more carefully."

"Okay, okay," Feng Xiaolu waved her hand dismissively, but her eyes darted around, clearly not listening. "Eat first, eat first! Of all things, eating is the most important!" she said, picking up another mouthful of duck intestines and eating with relish.

Zhao Mengmeng listened quietly to their conversation, feeling both amazed and longing. Ancient cultivators, hidden ruins... these things that only existed in legends were now so close to her.

The steam from the hot pot rose and filled the air among everyone.

Although Feng Xiaolu said "eating is the most important thing," the light flashing in her bright eyes clearly showed that her mind had already flown to that mysterious ancient tomb. While quickly simmering the meat slices in the hot pot, she glanced at Zhang Nanshan and Chen Anran, who were deep in thought.

Zhao Mengmeng obediently served food to the "experts" and occasionally asked Chen Anran in a low voice if he needed anything else. She thoughtfully arranged this seemingly ordinary dinner party.

Zhang Nanshan slowly chewed on a piece of haor fish covered in sesame oil and minced garlic. After a while, he slowly put down his chopsticks and said, "Alright, Longhushan will get involved in this."

The atmosphere at the dinner table changed immediately after Zhang Nanshan said this.

Feng Xiaolu immediately beamed, then turned and asked the waiter to bring twenty bottles of Red Star Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). "Old Master Zhang is truly righteous! Today, we won't leave until we're drunk!"

Chen Anran's eyes twitched slightly as the waiter brought over a whole case of Red Star Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). Zhang Nanshan, who was stroking his beard, paused, then coughed lightly: "Young friend Feng, as a cultivator, a little is enough; excessive drinking might be harmful..."

"Oh, Grandpa Zhang!" Feng Xiaolu deftly pried open a bottle with her chopsticks and filled Zhang Nanshan's glass. The clear liquor swirled, releasing a strong aroma. "I'm happy today! It's also a wish that our two families can join forces and grow stronger! To recreate the glory of a major cultivation sect!"

After saying that, Feng Xiaolu tilted her head back and gulped down the wine in her hand.

Zhao Mengmeng was even more astonished when she saw this scene. It turned out that this fairy not only had a good appetite, but also a good capacity for alcohol.