Entering, Picking Flowers

The news that the sect had chosen King Nian Hua's tomb, the Flower-Plucking King, as the entrance competition for the new disciples spread like wildfire.

Hundreds of elite disciples from the South Region swarmed into the crowd, causing many small forces to be furious but unable to say anything.

The quality of the disciples they recruited was far inferior to the Origin Sword Sect. Furthermore, with over a hundred people from the Origin Sword Sect swarming into the Flower King's Mausoleum, their disciples would probably not even have a chance to drink a mouthful of soup, let alone compete with them.

....

'Entry Competition?' Mo Fan was shocked.

Lin Yang was here, but the ripple of change only deviated a little from its origin trajectory.

In the original novel, this competition was held after Lin Yang obtained the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror. Lin Yang became the new king of the generation and entered the inner sect.

The Origin Sword Sect didn't pay much attention to King Nian Hua's mausoleum, so the most powerful faction that entered the tomb was the neighboring Imperial Clan.

The Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror was a treasure book that recorded King Nian Hua's Flower-Pinching Finger and Falling Flower Palm!

In Mo Fan's book, Lin Yang had obtained the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror and became the first person to become an inner disciple, laying a solid foundation for him to amaze the world.

[Ding! The host has triggered a side quest, Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror!]

 [Host, please obtain the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror and complete the mission. You will be rewarded with a possession skill. If you fail the mission, your soul will be weakened for a year and you will not be able to revive.]

[Possession Skill: The host can possess a body that is willing to give up its control and use part of the host's strength to assist in battle. The strength displayed depends on the strength of the body that the host controls.]

'Hmm? Possession skill? I remember that the Saint Alchemist knew how to do it too. He possessed Lin Yang's body and helped him defeat many powerful enemies.'

'In this world, I was a Martial Emperor when I was alive. Although it was not as good as a Saint Alchemist, the effects of the items produced by the system should be stronger than his.'

As for the punishment, his soul would be in a deep sleep for a year. With Mo Qingkuang, this silly kid, he would probably have been eaten up long ago.

On the other hand, there were also people like Lin Yang, who was chosen by the Heavens. Who knew how much he could grow in one year? In any case, when Mo Fan wrote the story, Lin Yang would be able to rival a Grandmaster a year later.

No, this mission must be completed.

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"The Origin Sword Sect and the Imperial Clan have sent people to compete. Are you scared?" Mo Fan asked with a smile when he saw Mo Qingkuang still staring at the entrance with hatred in his eyes.

"I'm not afraid!" Mo Qingkuang gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "I must kill him!"

"Then let's go in. As long as you listen to my instructions, you will be able to take revenge in the future."

Mo Qingkuang nodded solemnly and walked toward the entrance of the mausoleum.

The entrance to the mausoleum was located at the edge of a small basin in the mountain range. On the other side of the mountain revealed a clear spring, and water gushing out.

A few Blood Demon Vines were guarding the entrance, as if some kind of restriction had been placed on them. Anyone over the age of eighteen would be attacked.

The Blood Demon Vine was a strange plant that could bind others and devour their flesh. The vines were extremely tough. Looking at the shape and size, they were probably a thousand years old. Even a Martial Grandmaster would have to spend a lot of effort to force their way through.

"The chosen location is not bad. It's near a mountain and beside a river." Mo Fan smiled. He didn't know if he was praising King Nian Hua or his own creativity.

Mo Qingkuang stepped through the entrance and was not attacked by the Blood Demon Vines, which meant that he was qualified to enter.

After turning a dark path, Mo Qingkuang welcomed the light.

The front hall was lit up by the unknown lights of the armada.

There was no other exit aside from the place he entered. In the middle of the hall was an ancient three-foot platform. Some mysterious runes were carved on it, and they slowly circulated in the light.

There was a stone tablet in front of the platform, which said "Only by teleporting into the palace can you obtain this king's inheritance."

This platform was originally a teleportation array. Each teleportation could only teleport ten people at a time. Now, a group of Origin Sword Sect disciples were lining up to begin teleporting.

When someone entered the array, a white light flashed and that person disappeared.

Lin Yang was not among the rest. He must have been eager to snatch the treasure and cut in line.

Mo Qingkuang was a little anxious. He thought that if they went in first, they might be able to take the initiative, so he wanted to cut the queue.

"Just line up in peace," Mo Fan said,

Hearing his Ancestor, Mo Qingkuang suppressed the anxiety in his heart and lined up to enter.

The moment he stepped into the array, a sense of weightlessness appeared around his body. He felt as if he had fallen into an inexplicable space and was lost in thought for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself in a sea of flowers. There were peonies, cuckoos, roses, and so on.

Everything in his vicinity was bright and colorful. However, when he looked up, he could not see the sky. Mo Qingkuang guessed that they should be in the underground palace.

It was unknown what technique King Nian Hua had used to allow so many flowers to survive underground and grow so beautifully.

He was truly a flower lover.

This sea of flowers was very large, with a radius of several hundred meters. There were only flowers as far as the eyes could see.

Many people were teleported down one after another and appeared in the sea of flowers.

"This is only one of his palaces. He has ten more palaces like this." Mo Fan's voice rang out in Mo Qingkuang's mind.

"Then where should we go to find the treasure?"

"There's no hurry. Let's pick the flowers first." Mo Fan said calmly.

"Picking flowers?" Mo Qingkuang was puzzled.

"Yes, pick one of each. Don't miss it, and don't spoil it! There are ten more places like this in the underground palace, and each of them had ten different types of flowers. Go and pick one each!" Mo Fan said with certainty.

No one knew the secret of the Flower King's Mausoleum better than Mo Fan. King Nian Hua was obsessed with flowers all his life. He had built ten palaces after his death and nurtured hundreds of flowers to accompany him to his eternal rest.

These one hundred flowers were the key to opening the King of flower's secret treasure!

When he wrote this part, Mo Fan had put a lot of emphasis on the words, describing the true nature of Lin Yang as the "chosen one" by Heaven.

Because Chu Yanran loved flowers, she dragged Lin Yang to ten flower halls and picked a hundred different kinds of flowers. In the end, King Nian Hua chose her as his inheritor and became the winner of this mystic realm.

Many people whose cultivation levels were higher than Lin Yang fought to the death, but in the end, they only received some supplementary pills, spiritual flowers, and spiritual herbs as comfort.

Now that Mo Fan was on Mo Qingkuang's side, he naturally had to help Mo Qingkuang become the final winner.

"Hey bro, why are you picking flowers here? Aren't you looking for the treasure too?" A young man who had a keen eye could not help but ask when he saw Mo Qingkuang, in his cloak, picking flowers at ease.

Mo Qingkuang didn't even raise his head and said in an exaggerated tone, "I came because I heard that King Nian Hua loved flowers! With so many flowers, how good would it be if they could all move into my house? To me, these flowers are the real treasures!"

"Are you crazy? These are just ordinary herbs. They can't even be considered spirit herbs! You came all the way to the Viburne Flower Mountain Range just to pick flowers?" The stranger was obviously stunned by Mo Qingkuang's words. Does such a person exist in this world?

"How vulgar! You guys only know how to fight to the death, you won't be able to appreciate beauty at all!" Mo Qingkuang didn't dare to raise his head. He was afraid that he would be disgusted by his own words.

This was what his ancestor had taught him. He had to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger and act crazy.

This was the correct way to make a fortune quietly. Otherwise, with his Martial Master cultivation, he wouldn't be able to deal with the hundred people in the palace.

"Ha, so there really is such a love-struck person. You can continue admiring the flowers. Sorry to disturb you, Young Master. I'm going to look for treasures." The man said sarcastically and left.

The news of a love-struck fool picking flowers in the underground palace also spread like wildfire.