9 Seeing Lin Yang Again
Mò Qīngkuáng hurriedly rushed from a distant mountain path, smelling the fragrance of flowers on the Qiónghuā Mountain Range, taking a long breath.
The Qiónghuā Mountain Range, as the name suggests, is a place with an incredibly beautiful sea of flowers. The mountains are clear, the water is pure, and the air is filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers. In the past, it was a popular place for the young men and women of Xuānnán City to go for outings.
If it weren't for the emergence of the King's Tomb this time, various forces rushing in and disrupting this wonderful atmosphere, the usual joyful scenery would not have taken on a tense atmosphere.
At this moment, Mò Qīngkuáng's appearance has changed drastically, with dark skin, narrow eyes, and a small mole on the back of his neck.
This transformation is thanks to the resolution of the internal turmoil in the Mò family, and the system rewarded Mò Fán with a Divine-grade makeup art and a makeup kit.
He dressed Mò Qīngkuáng like an ordinary African boy, no longer exuding the demeanor of a wealthy young master.
The valley is crowded with people, various forces have set up camps, destroying the beautiful scenery, and the sound of lively discussions fills the air.
"Elder Liú, you're here. Who from your family entered?"
"Master Lǐ, our Iron Sand Gang only has a few unruly boys who entered. The prohibition in this ghost tomb is really strange; those over eighteen cannot enter."
"Yeah, our Battle Flag Sect has only a few boys of age who just entered the Martial Artist realm. I'm afraid they won't gain much."
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Although the Southern Province is under the rule of the Yuan Sword Sect, there are many small forces affiliated with it, and these opportunities are the chance for these small forces to rise.
Following Mò Fán's cautious advice, Mò Qīngkuáng wandered around the area but did not hear any news of the arrival of the Yuan Sword Sect. When he returned to the entrance, he found a crowd gathered there.
It's the Yuan Sword Sect! Many people from the Yuan Sword Sect have arrived, with nearly a hundred young men and women. It seems that all the new disciples of this generation have come.
Lín Yáng and Chǔ Yànrán are also among them, wearing the gray robes of the outer disciples of the Yuan Sword Sect. However, their cultivation is not outstanding, and they are not conspicuous.
Seeing Lín Yáng blending in with the new disciples of the Yuan Sword Sect, he remains low-key and slender. His eyes, like gemstones, emit a divine light.
There is also Chu Yànrán, who talks and laughs intimately. She is radiant and full of laughter.
Mò Qīngkuáng's body, hidden under the cloak, couldn't help but tremble. Behind the black veil, his eyes turned bloodshot, and deep resentment emanated from his gaze, casting a distant shadow on Lín Yáng.
"How is it? Feeling jealous?" Mò Fán chuckled.
"Ancestor, that wretched Chu Yànrán. She is one hell of a bitch. I used to cater to her every request, but she ignored me! Am I, the young master of the Mò family, inferior to that wretched bastard Lín Yáng from a small family?" Mò Qīngkuáng's expression was ferocious.
"Hehe, licking the boots until the end, clueless." Mò Fán said indifferently.
"Licking boots? What is that?"
"Uh...it's a very common habit, usually among males, in which they are always eager to please the opposite sex, extremely skilled in flattery, but often ends up being treated as a free resource by the other party without gaining mating rights."
"I've never heard of it? But this description fits so well. It must be something that existed in the ancester's era," Mò Qīngkuáng nodded thoughtfully.
Mò Fán chuckled, educating him, "Boy, you must not spoil women; it will lead to problems! You need to learn from that guy Lín Yáng; look at how he appears indifferent. Girls fall for this trick, especially those who are used to being pursued but are not easily won."
"Lín Yáng!" Mò Qīngkuáng sighed, earnestly flattering, "Ancestor, I've learned my lesson. I'm sure the ancestor won many hearts of heavenly beauties with the art of playing hard to get."
"Cough, cough..." Mò Fán wished he could strangle this descendant who couldn't even flatter properly!
As an online fiction writer, the ultimate otaku among otakus, who hasn't had a love life, he unexpectedly gained a large family of descendants, and each one is as dumb as a pig, unable even to flatter!
However, on the surface, Mò Fán couldn't reveal this, so he ambiguously said, "If I were like you, where would the Mò family come from?"
In the crowd, Lín Yáng felt something strange, as if someone was observing him. He looked around, but found no suspicious figures, so he dismissed the feeling.
"Deacon Feng, long time no see, still as elegant as ever!"
"Deacon Feng, are these the disciples of Yuan Sword Sect this year? Each one is outstanding!"
"Wow! Yuan Sword Sect sent so many disciples this time. We small ones might have to accompany the prince in studying."
A group of people surrounded the middle-aged man in blue clothes in the center, flattering and complimenting him. He was the leader of the Yuan Sword Sect this time.
Deacon Feng, about forty years old, with a tall figure, stroked his long beard, sharp gaze, and a hint of arrogance.
He playfully stroked his beard, exchanged pleasantries with the heads of several small sects around him, and then turned serious to address the disciples, "In this entrance competition, you will explore the Tomb of the Flower-Plucking King! Whoever obtains the Flower-Plucking Manual can directly become an inner disciple; the rest will remain outer disciples!"
"Yes!" The disciples followed orders and entered the Tomb of the Flower-Plucking King.
"Deacon Feng, Yuan Sword Sect is really ambitious, setting this entrance competition in the perilous Tomb of the Flower-Plucking King. You know, in such secret realms, incidents of killing and robbing treasures happen frequently. Isn't Yuan Sword Sect afraid of substantial losses this time?" Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded from the crowd.
A middle-aged man in a white palace costume, holding a dust whisk, stood out from the crowd.
This middle-aged man, with a white face and a high-pitched, soft voice, looked like a eunuch serving in the palace.
"Heh, so it's Eunuch Huang. What? Does the imperial family want to meddle in the secret realms of my Southern Province?" Deacon Feng looked at the newcomer, paused for a moment, and then sneered.
Seeing Deacon Feng's unreasonable attitude, Eunuch Huang cursed with raised orchid fingers, "Under the heavens, is there not a king's land? Does this Southern Province, in your eyes, not belong to our Tianxuan Empire? Or does Yuan Sword Sect think the same way?"
With this statement, the entire audience was shocked, and the expression of Deacon Feng also changed. Although autonomy in each state was tacitly accepted, nominally, they were all citizens of the Tianxuan Empire. As long as they hadn't completely torn their faces, who dared to be the first rebellious traitor?
"Eunuch, forgive me, it was my indiscretion." Deacon Feng reluctantly bowed, apologizing. For the greater plan of the sect, he couldn't afford to speak recklessly.
Upon hearing this, Eunuch Huang knew he couldn't do much to him and snorted coldly, "Hmph, Deacon Feng, be more careful with your words in the future. Don't bring trouble upon yourself."
"Thank you for the advice, Eunuch. I hope the disciples of the Imperial Clan entering the tomb this time can be as powerful as our Tianxuan Empire." Deacon Feng couldn't maintain his face but sought another angle for a counterattack.
Most of the outstanding talents in the Tianxuan Empire tended to join the four major sects, and the quality of talents that the royal family could attract was indeed slightly inferior overall.
Eunuch Huang's expression grew even colder, "The superior and inferior will be known only after the results are out. Who knows, maybe this time, not a single disciple of the Yuan Sword Sect can advance to the inner sect?"
