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"How can this be considered good news?" Ling Mo Xie asked helplessly after hearing Bai Yunfei's words.
Bai Yunfei chuckled and said, "The royal family of Feng Qian Guo has suffered a setback in their attack on Izumo Kingdom, almost being driven back. The soldiers in the country have also suffered losses, and some ministers who originally opposed this war are taking the opportunity to make trouble. It's like a clay Buddha crossing a river; they can't even protect themselves!"
"I see!" Ling Mo Xie nodded. This was indeed good news. After all, Feng Qian Guo was a nation, and it was too naive to think he could confront a country by himself. Now, at least Feng Qian Guo didn't have the time to deal with him actively.
"However..." Bai Yunfei suddenly changed the subject and continued, "At this Menglan Conference, I don't know what Feng Qian Guo is thinking. The crown prince, Feng Youlong, actually came here. Shouldn't he be staying in the country under the current circumstances?"
"Oh? How many people did he bring?" Hearing Bai Yunfei's words, Ling Mo Xie was also puzzled and asked Bai Yunfei.
"He didn't bring many people, just some attendants and guards. Altogether, there are no more than twenty." Bai Yunfei shook his head.
"It seems he is quite confident. Since he came to the Menglan Conference, it's clear that he is here for the Flower King," Ling Mo Xie speculated.
Before Bai Yunfei could respond, Ling Mo Xie waved his hand and said, "Alright, I know what I need to know. You can go back now!"
"Hey! You! That's so heartless of you! Just because you got the information you wanted, you're sending me away!" Bai Yunfei complained to Ling Mo Xie.
"What else do you want? Just leave!" Ling Mo Xie knew Bai Yunfei was joking, so he replied with a smile and gestured lightly for him to leave.
Bai Yunfei mumbled as he walked out. Ling Mo Xie shook his head, stretched lazily, and lay down on the bed. He thought about how last time someone from Feng Qian Guo had saved the seemingly doomed Wind Family Head right in front of him, causing him quite a bit of worry. Now that someone from Feng Qian Guo dared to come to the Menglan Conference, if they crossed paths again, he would definitely teach them a lesson.
What Ling Mo Xie didn't know was that while he was thinking about teaching Feng Youlong a lesson if they met again, others were also considering teaching him a lesson.
At that moment, in a somewhat shabby room, Feng Youlong lay on a recliner surrounded by guards and maids. He lazily said, "I heard that the Izumo Kingdom's Feng Family was almost exterminated because of someone named Ling Mo Xie?"
"Yes, Your Highness," one of the guards replied respectfully.
Feng Youlong's expression remained unchanged as he nodded leisurely and said, "Although the Izumo Kingdom's Feng Family has been away from Feng Qian Guo for a long time, they are still of royal blood. Since we are here now and I've heard that Ling Mo Xie is also here, go investigate. I want to help them deal with this menace."
Feng Youlong spoke in an extremely relaxed tone, as if it were as simple as crushing an ant.
The Guard beside him frowned upon hearing Feng Youlong's words. This pampered prince had always been arrogantly self-important, but as a Guard, he could only follow orders.
However, when it came to dealing with Ling Mo Xie, the Guard was somewhat reluctant. The prince did not know, but he was aware that Ling Mo Xie was someone valued by the Daoist Sect Leader. How could it be that simple? Moreover, the defeat at Spirit City was largely due to Ling Mo Xie, and that news had already spread throughout the world.
The fact that this prince wanted him to deal with Ling Mo Xie left the Guard feeling quite uncertain.
After a moment of silence, the Guard finally spoke to Feng Youlong: "Your Highness, Ling Mo Xie is not so easy to deal with; you can't just say you want to handle him."
Upon hearing the Guard's words, Feng Youlong became displeased, his tone suddenly sharp: "What? He's just a nobody without much background. Does this prince need to hold a grand meeting to deal with him? Get lost!"
Ling Mo Xie was unaware of Feng Youlong's plans against him and was sleeping soundly. Even if he knew, he would probably just smile and think that this Feng Youlong was making things easier for him.
A few days quickly passed. Perhaps due to the Guard's covert disobedience towards Feng Youlong, during these days, Ling Mo Xie encountered no trouble at all. He happily roamed around with Hong Chi, Shangguan Ying'er, and others.
One morning, upon waking up, Ling Mo Xie sensed something different in the air. The concentration of Spiritual Energy had suddenly increased significantly. Although the Spiritual Energy had been gradually strengthening over the past few days, it had never become this dense all at once.
The Spiritual Energy seemed almost thick enough to liquefy into spiritual water. A faint mist hung in the air, and even his experience bar was slowly pulsating; the Spiritual Energy seemed to be drilling into his body!
"Could it be that the Menglanhua has bloomed?" Ling Mo Xie thought instinctively as he walked over to the window and pushed it open.
Outside the window were the prized Menglanhua planted by the Azure Emperor Sect. At this moment, they were in full bloom, with green leaves nearly overwhelmed by vibrant flowers of various colors, creating an enchanting dreamlike Garden.
"Hehe, how about that? I told you the Menglanhua is beautiful, right?" At that moment, a crisp voice came from beside him. Without needing to turn around, Ling Mo Xie already knew it was Shangguan Ying'er.
Turning around helplessly, he patted her head and said, "Didn't I say you should knock before entering?"
Shangguan Ying'er pouted, "I did knock! It’s just that you didn’t hear me!"
Ling Mo Xie was taken aback for a moment, then smiled bitterly. It seemed that Menglanhua truly had an extraordinary charm!
"Boss, the competition for the Flower King is about to start, it's so lively! Let's hurry over!" Ling Mo Xie didn't even notice that Hong Chi had entered with Shangguan Ying'er, who was now eagerly looking at him and urging him to go.
"Alright, let's go now!" Ling Mo Xie nodded in response.
The three quickly arrived at the center of Menglan Valley, where a circular platform had already been set up. Surrounding it were blooming Menglanhua flowers, almost drowning the platform in blossoms, with people walking atop the flowers.
Most of the participants were flying in the air, unwilling to trample on the dreamlike flowers. Those who hadn't reached the Nascent Soul Stage couldn't fly freely and were expending a lot of Spiritual Energy to fly using their artifacts.
The Sect Leaders of Izumo Kingdom's Three Major Sects were already seated above the platform. Seeing that most people had arrived, the Qingdi Sect Leader stood up and said, "It seems everyone is here. I won't say much; the rules are the same as in previous years. We will draw lots to determine opponents. The one who comes in first will receive our Reward, the Monglan Flower King."
After speaking, the Qingdi Sect Leader gently clapped his hands, and a circular transparent sphere descended from above. The sphere was larger than a person, crystal clear like a crystal ball, with a white flower blooming inside.
The flower involuntarily attracted everyone's gaze, mesmerizing them.
The flower was entirely white, surrounded by colorful light spots swirling around it. Its petals were delicate, and its branches slender. As soon as this flower appeared, the surrounding Spiritual Energy became even denser.
A thick mist of Spiritual Energy had already formed around the flower, making it appear hazy and exceptionally beautiful.
"This is this year's Flower King, the White Menglan Flower King. It hasn't appeared for three hundred years; its effects are better than those of other colors!" The Qingdi Sect Leader nodded in satisfaction at everyone's reaction and explained.
"Alright, everyone knows the rules of the Menglan Conference; there's no need for me to elaborate further. Let's get started directly. Participants, come up to draw lots!" The Qingdi Sect Leader waved his hand, and the crystal-like transparent sphere instantly vanished. The previously agitated Spiritual Energy around them also returned to calm.
Several disciples from Azure Emperor Sect approached carrying a brilliantly colored box. The box was opaque; this was used for drawing lots.
The box was made from materials that could block divine senses, so no one could cheat here. Moreover, with three Sect Leaders present, no one would be foolish enough to release their divine sense. With their cultivation levels, if anyone dared to do so, they would be discovered instantly.
Ling Mo Xie and Shangguan Ying'er walked up together while Hong Chi could only pout in dissatisfaction and bite hard on the Candied Hawthorn in his hand.
Although some people already know about Hong Chi's abilities, Ling Mo Xie still does not want Hong Chi to perform under such public scrutiny. Otherwise, at Hong Chi's age, having such skills would surely attract attention and potentially cause trouble.
Therefore, Ling Mo Xie ordered Hong Chi not to participate, and he could only vent his frustrations on his Candied Hawthorn!
He reached into the box and pulled out a wooden plaque with a number written on it. The number that matched his own would indicate his opponent, and the number also represented which round of the competition he was in.
Watching Ling Mo Xie calmly draw lots in front of him, the Divine Martial Sect Master’s face turned ashen. However, in this situation, he could not take any actions that would disadvantage Ling Mo Xie.
As for Ling Mo Xie, it seemed he had forgotten that he had such a powerful enemy; he didn’t even glance at the Divine Martial Sect Master and simply went down after drawing his lot.
“How is it? Mo Xie, what number did you get? I got fifty-three; it looks like I have to wait two days!” Shangguan Ying'er pouted in dissatisfaction.
In the cultivator competition, victory or defeat can sometimes be decided in an instant, but it can also lead to a stalemate. Since they are all cultivators, their physical strength is far superior to that of ordinary people, which can prolong the matches.
Ling Mo Xie hadn’t looked at his own plaque yet. He flipped it over and said lightly, “Number three!”
“Ah? How come you’re so lucky?” Shangguan Ying'er complained as she looked at her own plaque again.
“What do you mean by luck? It depends on who the opponent is!” Ling Mo Xie replied with a smile but suddenly caught a conversation nearby. After pausing for a moment, he smirked and said, “It seems luck is indeed on my side!”
“Huh?” Shangguan Ying'er looked at Ling Mo Xie with confusion. Why did he say he had bad luck one moment and good luck the next?
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