This was my first time traveling far away by plane.
I was quite excited.
When we arrived at the airport, Chen Yao was already there.
Today, she was wearing a floral maxi dress, giving off a very girl-next-door vibe.
She saw us and waved from afar.
After the four of us met up, we went to collect our pre-booked tickets and get our boarding passes.
Since we didn't have much personal luggage, we didn't check any in.
At this moment, there were several hundred people waiting in the departure lounge.
The four of us had nothing to do, so we sat and chatted idly.
Except for our Uncle-Master, who was very calm, the three of us were quite excited.
Even after boarding the plane, there was still a little anticipation in my heart.
After all, it was my first time on a plane.
As the plane's engines roared, we gradually lifted off the ground.
For the first time, I was looking down at the city and the land from such a height.
And then, I suddenly asked our Uncle-Master, who was resting with his eyes closed beside me:
"Uncle-Master, if a cultivator wants to achieve the ability to fly.
What level of attainment would that require?"
Although my question was very vague and ethereal, I truly wanted to know.
Uncle-Master paused when he heard my question, then replied:
"I don't know, but I think at the very least, it would require the Void God Realm or the Earth Immortal Realm!
But don't think about it. For thousands of years, very few people have achieved this realm.
In this era of declining Dharma, it's even more impossible."
After speaking, Uncle-Master closed his eyes.
I just smiled faintly, looking at the blue sky, white clouds, mountains, and land outside the window.
Old Mo, in the front row, was chatting and joking with Chen Yao, touching her here and there...
It took us a little over an hour to arrive at the airport.
But by this time, it was already dark.
And the alliance was not until the day after tomorrow.
We had plenty of time, so we ate a meal near the airport, then found a hotel to stay in.
This trip was a company-sponsored tour led by Uncle-Master, and he was not stingy.
He took us directly to the largest hotel near the airport.
Everything went smoothly.
However, we encountered trouble when checking in.
Because we arrived late, there were only two rooms left when we booked.
We didn't want to look for other places.
With four people, two rooms could barely accommodate us.
Chen Yao would have one room to herself, and Old Mo, Uncle-Master, and I would share one.
Just as we were taking out our IDs to pay.
Another group of people walked in.
Two men and one woman, each carrying a bag.
There was nothing particularly different about them.
But when they reached the counter, one of the curvaceous women with ample assets spoke in Chinese with a distinct island accent:
"We want two rooms!"
The lady at the counter replied apologetically:
"I'm sorry, miss, the last two rooms have already been booked by these customers. We have no more rooms available."
Upon hearing this, the woman with the "assets" turned and glanced at the four of us.
Then, in Japanese, she "chatted" with the two men for a few moments.
The other two Japanese individuals shook their heads repeatedly, appearing somewhat displeased.
I didn't know what she was saying.
As soon as we heard they were Japanese, we felt a sense of aversion.
Whether it was due to ethnic reasons or the previous Amaterasu Alliance,
We just didn't want to be too close to them.
After the three Japanese individuals spoke a few words.
They then fixed their gaze upon us.
The two men looked impatient, clearly annoyed with the four of us.
After the woman with "assets" said "hai hai" to the two men.
She then spoke to us in broken, stiff Chinese:
"Give us your rooms.
We are Japanese, give us priority."
Her attitude was not good at all.
We already disliked the Japanese, and this woman came to talk to us.
Talking to us was one thing, but her attitude was so terrible.
And in the end, she even revealed her nationality.
What, coming to my great China, and you expect preferential treatment? Who is indulging you?
Now, if a dog barks at you arrogantly, can you tolerate it?
If this were decades ago, and she dared to speak so presumptuously, she might have been hacked to death on the street.
I immediately responded:
"Never mind calling yourselves little Japan, even if you called yourselves dogs, it wouldn't work."
I directly refused, with harsh words.
"Hmph! Think carefully, the consequences of not letting us have them will be severe."
The woman continued, her attitude extremely hostile.
Old Mo, upon hearing this, cursed from the side:
"Screw you! We'll give it if you say so? What the hell are you?"
Uncle-Master and Chen Yao remained silent, but their eyes conveyed hostility.
The woman next to them glared at us with anger.
Constantly translating our words.
One of the younger men, with dyed yellow hair.
After hearing the translation, he stepped forward, his expression filled with rage:
"Baga!"
Although I hadn't studied Japanese, I knew that was an insult.
Old Mo and I were immediately displeased.
Pointing at the yellow-haired man's nose, I said:
"What the hell do you want?"
"What, want to bump heads?"
Instantly, the atmosphere became tense.
Passersby in the lobby all turned their heads to watch.
The hotel manager saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to mediate.
Standing between us, he said to us:
"Sirs, please calm down, calm down. Foreign friends, foreign friends.
The room cards are ready, please come this way..."
Then he turned to the Japanese group and said:
"Please wait a moment, a moment.
I will arrange rooms for you immediately. There should still be two available!"
This manager was good at handling things, directly separating us.
Otherwise, we might have truly come to blows in front of everyone...