9 Seeing Lin Yang Again

Mo Qingkuang hurried over from the distant mountain path, looking travel-worn. Smelling the fragrance of flowers on the Viburne Flower Mountain Range, he let out a long sigh of relief.

As the name suggested, the Viburne Flower Mountain Range was a sea of flowers that was beyond beautiful. The mountains were clear and the water was clear, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. In the past, it was a good place for young boys and girls to go for a stroll in Xuannan City.

If it wasn't for the appearance of the King's Mausoleum and the various factions rushing over to destroy this wonderful atmosphere, this scene would've been a beautiful scene.

At this moment, Mo Qingkuang's appearance had changed drastically. His skin was dark, his eyes were long and narrow, and there was a small mole on the back of his neck.

The system had rewarded Mo Fan with a God-level makeup technique and a makeup box.

He dressed Mo Qingkuang up like an ordinary dark-skinned kid, no longer the look of a rich young master.

There were many people in the valley, and the various forces had set up camps, destroying the beautiful scenery. The sound of the high talk was endless.

"Elder Liu, you're here. Who went in?"

"Sect Leader Li, only a few good-for-nothings from our Iron Sand Gang went in. The restrictions of this Ghost Tomb are really strange."

"That's right. The few kids from our War Banner Sect who are of the right age are just beginning to enter the Martial Master Realm."

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Although the South Region was under the rule of the Origin Sword Sect, many small factions were independent of them. Such chance was also an opportunity for these small factions to rise.

Back then, the Origin Sword Sect had also started as a small faction and had coincidentally obtained the inheritance of the Supreme Sword Palace from ancient times. From then on, it had risen to become one of the few super sects in the world.

Under Mo Fan's careful guidance, Mo Qingkuang walked around the area but did not hear any news of the Origin Sword Sect. When he returned to the entrance, he found a group of people gathered there.

It was the Origin Sword Sect! There were quite several people from the sect -- nearly a hundred young men and women. Most likely, all the new disciples had come.

Lin Yang and Chu Yanran were also among them. They had changed into the gray robes of the outer sect disciples of the Origin Sword Sect. However, their cultivation levels were not high and they were not eye-catching.

Lin Yang was still as thin and low-profile as ever when Mo Fan saw him among the crowd of new disciples. His eyes were shining like gems.

There was also Chu Yanran, who was laughing and chatting with him in a low voice. She was also radiant and continued to smile.

Mo Qingkuang's body, which was hidden under the cloak, could not help but tremble. Through the black veil that hung down, Mo Qingkuang's eyes were bloodshot, and deep hatred shot out from his eyes, imprinted on Lin Yang from afar.

"What? Are you jealous?" Mo Fan chuckled.

"Ancestor, Chu Yanran is a b*tch. I grant her all her requests, but she ignores me! Could it be that I, the dignified head of the Mo Clan, can't compare to Lin Yang, that lowly son of a small family?" Mo Qingkuang's expression was ferocious.

"Hehe, bootlicker, you know nothing," Mo Fan said calmly.

"Bootlicker? What is that?"

"Uh... An extremely common human habit, usually among men, who grants all the women's requests and will do their utmost to flatter the opposite gender. In the end, he will often be treated as a free resource supply by the opposite party, but he will not be able to obtain the right to be together."

"Why haven't I heard of this word before? However, my experience fits this word well. It must be something that existed even while you were still alive." Mo Qingkuang nodded thoughtfully.

Mo Fan laughed, "You can't spoil a woman from the get-go," then lectured, "You'll get sick from it! If you don't fight for three days, you'll go to the roof and tear off the tiles. You have to learn from Lin Yang. Look at how he likes to ignore them. Girls fall for that kind of behavior, especially girls who have been adored by stars since they were young. That is called playing hard to get."

"Lin Yang!" Mo Qingkuang sighed, "I have learned a lot. I assumed Ancestor had won the hearts of many proud women by playing hard to get back then."

"Ahem…" Mo Fan wished he could strangle his descendant who didn't even know how to flatter him.

'I'm a web novel author, the otaku of otakus. I've never even been in a relationship. Not only do I get a large family of descendants, but they're all as stupid as pigs. They don't even know how to flatter me!'

However, Mo Fan could not reveal all this information here. He said vaguely, "If I was like you, where did the Mo Clan come from?"

Lin Yang, who was in the crowd, felt a strange feeling. He felt a chill down his spine as if someone was spying on him. He looked around carefully, but when he found no suspicious person, he could only give up.

"Deacon Feng, long time no see. You're still as elegant as ever!"

"Deacon Feng, are these the disciples of the Origin Sword Sect this year? All of them are dragons and phoenixes among men!"

"Ya! The Origin Sword Sect has sent so many disciples this time. I'm afraid we'll have to accompany the Crown Prince in his studies."

A group of people surrounded the middle-aged man in green in the middle and flattered him. He must be the leader of the Origin Sword Sect.

Deacon Feng was about forty years old. He had a tall figure and caressed his long beard. His eyes were sharp and carried some pride.

He smiled as he stroked his beard and exchanged a few pleasantries with the leaders of the surrounding small sects. Then, he turned to the disciples and said seriously, "This time, the competition will be held in Viburne Flower Mountain Range, King's Mausoleum! Anyone who could obtain the Flower-Pinching Treasure Mirror would be promoted to an inner sect disciple, and the rest would become outer sect disciples!"

"Yes, sir!" The group of disciples followed the order and entered the tomb of the Flower-Plucking King.

"Deacon Feng, the Origin Sword Sect is really generous. They actually set up this entrance competition in the treacherous tomb of the 'Flower-Plucking King'. One had to know that killing and snatching of treasures in such a mystic realm was a common occurrence. Wasn't the Origin Sword Sect afraid of suffering heavy losses this time?" Suddenly, a discordant voice came from the crowd.

A pale-faced middle-aged man in a silk palace uniform walked out from the crowd.

This middle-aged man had a pale face and a thin voice, like a eunuch serving in the palace.

Deacon Feng was stunned for a moment when he saw the person who had arrived. Then, he sneered, "Ah, so it's Eunuch Huang. Why? Does the Imperial Clan want to meddle in the mystic realm of my North Region?" 

Seeing how unreasonable Deacon Feng was, Eunuch Huang pinched his fingers and cursed, "Does the entire world belong to the royal land? Does the South Region not belong to my Tianxuan Kingdom in your eyes? Or does your sect think so too?"

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked. Deacon Feng's expression also changed. Although the autonomy of the various states was something that was tacitly agreed upon. However, in name, they were still the people of Tianxuan. As long as they hadn't completely fallen out with each other, who would dare to be the first traitor?

"Please forgive me, Eunuch." Deacon Feng unwillingly cupped his hands and bowed. The sect's grand plan could not be ruined by words.

When Eunuch Huang heard this, he knew that he couldn't do anything to him. He snorted coldly, "Humph, Deacon Feng, you have to be more careful with your words. Don't bring trouble to yourself."

"Eunuch Xie Huang has taught me that I hope that the disciples of the Imperial Clan who enter the mausoleum will be as powerful as my Tianxuan Kingdom." Deacon Feng couldn't keep his face and looked for another angle to counterattack.

Most of the outstanding geniuses of the Tianxuan Kingdom had flocked to the four sects. The overall quality of the talents that the Imperial Clan could recruit was indeed slightly inferior.

Eunuch Huang's expression darkened. "We'll only know who's better when the results are out. Who knows, perhaps not a single disciple from the Origin Sword Sect would be able to enter the inner sect this time?"