Holy Envoy’s Arrival

Three days later. 

Led by Fu Qing, a team of officials from Tianxuan travelled ten miles out of the city to welcome the arrival of the Holy Envoy. 

"Junior Brother Mo, are you sure your methods will work?" Han Shu, walking beside Hua Ge, asked Mo Qingkuang. 

In the end, Mo Qingkuang bore all the responsibility alone. 

After getting the Empress's approval, the three old men, Zheng Tao and the others, irresponsibly handed over the task of receiving the Holy Envoy to Mo Qingkuang. 

They said: "You came up with the ideas; you understand them best." 

For the past few days, he could only swallow his anger and arrange the reception of the Holy Envoy. 

To train Han Shu, Hua Ge also got him a position as an assistant, working with Mo Qingkuang on the arrangements. 

Of course, it was still more appropriate for someone of high rank like Fu Qing to take on the official reception duties. 

Hearing Han Shu's words, Mo Qingkuang rolled his eyes. If he could fight those three old guys, he wouldn't be doing this! 

As for whether the arrangements would work, he didn't know; it was all arranged by the ancestor. 

Full of anger, Mo Qingkuang didn't show a friendly face to Han Shu's doubts: "If you think it won't work, you do it yourself." 

Han Shu gave an awkward smile and said no more. 

"Stop talking; they're here." Fu Qing, at the head of the group, had an unusual seriousness on his face as he looked forward. 

Mo Qingkuang looked ahead, and a black dot appeared on the horizon, growing larger and clearer. 

It was a carriage drawn by four pure-colored horses, approaching from the clouds. 

When the carriage descended and came to the group, it brought a new shock. 

The four horses were over ten feet tall, each with a single horn on its head. 

Their hooves touched the ground with a palpable steadiness. 

Mo Qingkuang realized that these four horses were at least at the level of Martial Venerables. 

Han Shu whispered beside him, explaining that these were unicorn horses from the Demon Kingdom, rumoured to have a trace of ancient unicorn blood. 

Mo Qingkuang marvelled at the grandeur of the Holy Land, using such horses to pull a carriage! 

He wondered what kind of person the Holy Envoy would be and if they would be easy to persuade. 

The unicorn horses stood proudly, coldly observing the crowd like four statues. 

The carriage itself was engraved with countless mysterious runes and inlaid with precious gemstones, forming an array. 

Mo Qingkuang estimated that even a Martial King would struggle to break through this carriage. 

At that moment, the carriage door opened, and an elderly man in plain clothes stepped out. 

The elder was of medium height, with white hair and a youthful face, exuding an overwhelming and commanding aura. 

Fu Qing's pupils shrank at the sight of the elder, recognizing him as a Martial Emperor. 

"Welcome, Holy Envoy!" Fu Qing led the group in bowing to the elder. 

The elder did not respond, merely standing by the carriage door. 

Under everyone's astonished gaze, another person emerged from the carriage, a young man of seventeen or eighteen. 

The young man had red lips and white teeth, a jade-like face, and wore a silk blue robe, holding a fan of unknown material. He smiled slightly, his eyes showing a hint of arrogance. 

Finally, the elder spoke: "This is Lan Xiao, the Holy Envoy of Penglai Immortal Island. He will represent the Holy Land in handling the conflict between Tianxuan and the Blue Flame Empire." 

The crowd was shocked to learn that someone from Penglai Immortal Island had come! 

In the Tianhan Continent, there are seven Holy Lands: three for the demon race, three for the human race, and one, Penglai Immortal Island, located overseas. 

Unlike the Holy Lands on the mainland, divided by race, Penglai Immortal Island is a melting pot, home to humans, monsters, and sea creatures. 

On Penglai Immortal Island, all beings are equal, and racial grievances are not allowed. Therefore, Penglai Immortal Island maintains a neutral stance among the seven Holy Lands. 

The three Holy Lands of the human race—Yao Shen Mountain, Tianfeng Peak, and Sealing God Realm—each have their ties, with Yao Shen Mountain being within the Blue Flame Empire's territory. 

To avoid any partiality, Penglai Immortal Island was invited to resolve this matter. 

Fu Qing's gaze fell on Lan Xiao. Despite his young age, appearing to be less than twenty. 

However, his cultivation level had reached the first rank of Grandmaster! 

To have a Martial Emperor as a retainer and four Martial Venerable unicorn horses pulling his carriage, combined with his own innate talent and strength, Lan Xiao truly lived up to the title of Holy Envoy. 

"Greetings, Holy Envoy Lan Xiao!" Everyone bowed again. 

Lan Xiao was young and not highly cultivated, so the bow was out of respect for the Holy Land. 

Lan Xiao snapped open his folding fan with a 'pa' sound, bringing with it the unique scent of the ocean: "No need for formalities. I, Lan Xiao, greet all the seniors." 

Fu Qing smiled respectfully: "I am Fu Qing, the principal of Tianxuan Imperial Academy, in charge of this reception. This is Mo Qingkuang, the deputy in charge. Welcome, Holy Envoy, to Tianxuan." 

As he introduced them, he signalled for everyone to clear the way and led the Holy Envoy into the city. 

Hearing his words, Lan Xiao and the old Martial Emperor finally focused their attention on Mo Qingkuang standing next to Fu Qing. 

Lan Xiao showed no reaction, but the old Martial Emperor's eyes lit up, examining Mo Qingkuang from head to toe. 

Mo Qingkuang felt the old man's gaze like electricity, piercing through his entire being. 

"A Wind Spirit Body, but not innate. Still, a good seedling. It's a pity to waste it in Tianxuan. Young man, are you interested in coming to Penglai Immortal Island with me?" The old man grinned, revealing a set of perfectly aligned teeth. 

Everyone was shocked. Why was this old man suddenly trying to recruit Mo Qingkuang? He was the hope for the empire's rise; they couldn't let him be taken away! 

But they all knew Mo Qingkuang was self-centered and had aligned with Tianxuan for protection. Now that the most prestigious backer in the world was extending an olive branch, what would Mo Qingkuang choose? 

They didn't dare to say anything. The authority of the Holy Land was immense. If the Holy Land wanted someone, they wouldn't dare refuse unless their strength was recognized by the Holy Land. 

Obviously, no one present had such strength, except perhaps the Empress herself. 

Mo Qingkuang paused for a moment and then said, "I deeply appreciate the senior's kindness, but Tianxuan has been greatly benevolent to me. I would never abandon my country at a crucial moment." 

His words brought a sigh of relief to everyone in Tianxuan. Mo Qingkuang indeed was a loyal and righteous person. 

In reality, Mo Fan had told him that even if he joined the Holy Land, he would just be someone waving the flag behind Lan Xiao, so there was no point in going. 

The old man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said indifferently, "You are the first to refuse an invitation from the Holy Land. So be it." 

In the secular world, spirit bodies are rare, but in the Holy Land, they are not considered irreplaceable talents. 

There were many like Mo Qingkuang in the Holy Land. Even innate spirit bodies were numerous on Penglai Immortal Island; Lan Xiao was just the first to stand out. 

With the old man's insight, he saw that Mo Qingkuang had not been a Wind Spirit Body for long but had already reached the first rank of Grandmaster, indicating untapped potential. 

That was why he extended the invitation to join Penglai Immortal Island. 

But since Mo Qingkuang refused, there was no need to press further. 

The Holy Land never lacked geniuses. 

"Let's go, everyone." Lan Xiao said, casting a meaningful glance at Mo Qingkuang before calling the old man to enter the city.