Dream King - Chapter 112
Chapter 290 Watching the Show
The Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament was originally held by the Qingye Ancestor to remind the Qingyun disciples to keep the world in mind and to urge them to cultivate diligently. Therefore, the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament is held every sixty years, and this year's tournament is the twentieth one.
The Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament has been held continuously since Qingye, and each tournament is a grand event for the Qingyun Sect. The sect usually offers some pretty good treasures to reward the disciples who achieve good results in the tournament. Moreover, each Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament is also a competition between the peaks to determine their rankings and the allocation of various resources. It is no wonder that the peak leaders care so much about the results of the tournament, because it not only concerns their own reputation, but also the allocation of resources for the next sixty years.
Just as Dao Xuan was having a meal at Mo Mo's hut, Xiao Yicai, who had been hiding his identity as an undercover agent in the Blood Refining Hall for the past five years, suddenly appeared and, together with the other six peak leaders, came to Mo Mo's place to report the news from the Blood Refining Hall to Dao Xuan.
It turned out that Xiao Yicai had discovered that the Demonic Sect had found the whereabouts of the lost Heavenly Book. It was said that whoever could learn the five Heavenly Books of the Demonic Sect could unify the sect. The Heavenly Book was hidden in the Wanfu Ancient Cave, the treasure cave of the Demonic Sect's ancestor, the Black Heart Old Man. However, since the Ghost King had already unified the Demonic Sect, the sect's management was much tighter, and he could not obtain much information. Moreover, as the Ghost King's control over the Demonic Sect grew stronger, Xiao Yicai's continued stay might expose him. Therefore, he simply returned to Qingyun.
Several months ago, Dao Xuan also received a secret letter from Yun Yilan, the Valley Master of Fenxiang Valley, informing him that the Demonic Sect's Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and Hehuan Sect had set off for Kongsang Mountain outside Yudu City. It is likely that Kongsang Mountain is the location of the Demonic Cave. In the secret letter, Yun Yilan told Dao Xuan that Fenxiang Valley had joined forces with Tianyin Pavilion to prepare to intercept the Demonic Sect when they gathered.
Dao Xuan and the other six leaders discussed for a long time in Mo Mo's courtyard and then decided to send the top four winners of this Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament to Kongsang Mountain to participate in the attack on the Demonic Sect by Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Pavilion. This would also be a valuable experience for the four winners.
Although Mo Mo sat beside the group throughout their discussion, and Dao Xuan and the other seven did not seem to want to avoid him, suggesting they wanted him to join the conversation, Mo Mo remained silent, simply sipping his tea.
After the seven finished their discussion, the courtyard fell into a strange silence, with only the faint aroma of tea lingering around them. After more than ten minutes, Dao Xuan finally couldn't hold back any longer and stared at Mo Mo expectantly, like a puppy waiting to be fed. The heads of the other six peaks also turned their gazes to Mo Mo.
"Why are you looking at me? If you want tea, pour it for yourself. If it's out, brew some more. The tea leaves are right here." Mo Mo took a sip of the fragrant tea in his hand, glanced at Dao Xuan and the other seven people indifferently, and looked completely calm.
Upon hearing Mo Mo's words, Dao Xuan and the others realized that they had been discussing for a long time and their throats were indeed a little thirsty. So each of them poured themselves a cup of tea and drank it happily. Instantly, the courtyard was filled with the aroma of tea, which invigorated everyone who smelled it.
After a few minutes, Dao Xuan and his companions finished their fragrant tea, but they still felt a little unsatisfied. So the seven of them prepared to have another cup, but unfortunately, the teapot was only so big that it was only enough to pour one cup for each of them. As a regular customer here, Dao Xuan had no choice but to take on the role of tea master.
A few minutes later, with Dao Xuan's smooth and effortless movements, a pot of fragrant immortal tea was brewed.
Dao Xuan poured himself a cup of the fragrant immortal tea that had just been brewed. He then brought the cup close to his mouth and took a deep breath of the rich aroma, his face filled with satisfaction. "Elder Wangchen, I really don't know where you got this spiritual tea. Every tea leaf is crystal clear and emerald green, as if it were carved from the finest jade. Moreover, the tea fragrance is elegant yet lingering, with a lingering aftertaste that can last for three days. The tea soup is clear green with a hint of gold, truly rare in the world. Although this is not the first time I've drunk it, I am always deeply amazed by Elder Wangchen's tea." As Dao Xuan finished speaking, the heads of the other six peaks nodded in agreement.
Afterwards, Dao Xuan and the others brewed six or seven more pots of tea before stopping. Then, the gazes of the other six peak leaders all fell on Dao Xuan. Dao Xuan glanced at the six people, shook his head with a wry smile, and then said to Mo Mo, "Elder Wang Chen, actually we have another request, but we don't know if we should say it or not."
Mo Mo glanced at Dao Xuan, whose expression was somewhat embarrassed, raised his teacup, and admired the red plum blossoms painted on it. Only when Dao Xuan couldn't help but speak again did Mo Mo say calmly, "Go ahead and say it, but I might not agree."
Seeing Mo Mo agree, Dao Xuan's face immediately lit up with joy, and he said with a smile, "It's like this, we just decided to send the top four from the Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament to Kongsang Mountain for training, but we have other things to do, so we would like to ask Elder Wangchen to secretly protect their safety."
"Is that all?" Mo Mo's tone remained calm and indifferent.
"That's all." Dao Xuan rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly.
Mo Mo thought for a moment and then said, "I agree to this. Anyway, I'm free these days. But I won't help you for nothing."
"Of course, we won't let Elder Wangchen make a wasted trip. After the matter is over, the elder can make a request to us. As long as it's not too difficult, we will do our best to fulfill it." Saying this, Dao Xuan regained his usual composure.
With the terms agreed, the aroma of tea in the courtyard grew even stronger, and under the nourishment of this tea fragrance, the vegetables in the courtyard garden became even greener and more tender.
Half a month later, the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament, which the entire Qingyun Sect had been eagerly anticipating, was finally held as scheduled. The sun had barely risen in the early morning when disciples from various sects began to gather in front of the Rainbow Bridge over the Cloud Sea on Tongtian Peak, greeting each other.
Soon after, all the participants of the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament arrived. Led by Qi Hao, they all came to the Jade Purity Hall. After all the disciples had entered the Jade Purity Hall, Mo Mo and Dao Xuan arrived leisurely.
The Qingyun Sect is now more prosperous than ever before, with countless outstanding young disciples. Therefore, the number of participants in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament has increased to sixty-four, with each peak sending nine people. The eldest peak, Tongtian Peak, has one more, making ten. However, since Dazhu Peak only has eight disciples, only sixty-three people will participate in this year's tournament. Even with only thirty-six participants, the already somewhat spacious Yuqing Hall has become rather crowded.
After everyone had arrived, Cangsong announced the various rules of the competition and the rules for drawing lots. After informing the disciples of all the rules, Cangsong took out a mahogany box, which was used for drawing lots.
There were sixty-three wax pills in the box. Each person drew one, and each wax pill had a number on it. The number determined their opponent, and the winner advanced. At this moment, Tian Ling'er, who didn't understand why there were only sixty-three wax pills when there were clearly sixty-four people, hurriedly asked Daoist Cangsong.
Upon hearing Tian Ling'er's words, Cang Song gave her a strange look, then said loudly, "According to the rules, each of the seven peaks should send nine people, with the longest peak sending one more. However, one peak has only sent eight people, so there are only sixty-three wax balls. The disciple who draws the number one wax ball will have a bye in the first round." Hearing this, Tian Buyi, the head of Dazhu Peak, became increasingly unpleasant. Everyone knew that Cang Song was referring to the Dazhu Peak lineage, but Tian Buyi couldn't get angry yet, because it was his precious daughter who started this, and he couldn't blame Cang Song for making him feel quite embarrassed.
Thank you to "Mingya Beauty & Hairdressing" for the donation, and congratulations to him for becoming the first disciple of this book.
Also, I had some things to do at home today and didn't finish until evening, so there's only one chapter today. I'll try my best to make up for it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 291 The Final Four
The little incident in the main hall did not affect the drawing of lots. The disciples in the main hall began to draw lots in turn, but the atmosphere was a little strange, especially Tian Buyi's dark face. Tian Ling'er also realized that she had asked a question she should not have asked and had caused trouble. She lowered her head and remained silent.
Mo Mo sat on the throne in the main hall, watching the crowd below with great interest. He did not expect that Tian Ling'er would ask the same question as in the original drama, making her father so embarrassed that he could not save face. What does it mean to embarrass your father? This is what it means to embarrass your father.
As if sensing Mo Mo's gaze, Tian Ling'er looked up and saw Mo Mo scrutinizing her. Tian Ling'er was still annoyed because her slip of the tongue had embarrassed her father, so she glared at Mo Mo fiercely and even made a face at him.
Sitting next to Mo Mo, Tian Buyi naturally noticed his precious daughter's actions, and his face darkened even more. However, he was also worried that his daughter might leave a bad impression on Mo Mo, so he explained, "I hope Elder Wangchen won't mind. This little girl is really spoiled at Dazhu Peak. She's very mischievous. She was just being a little temperamental because of what happened earlier. But apart from occasionally being a little temperamental, she's quite good in other aspects."
Mo Mo smiled slightly and said, "It's alright. I quite admire your daughter's lively, straightforward, cheerful and lovely nature. Young people should act like young people. I don't like someone who is lifeless and old-fashioned all the time."
Upon hearing Mo Mo's evaluation of his daughter, Tian Buyi was secretly delighted. "It seems that Elder Wangchen quite likes our Ling'er's type. Why don't we take her to his little house tomorrow? If we could get Ling'er to become his disciple, that would be a wonderful thing!"
The drawing of lots in the hall continued, and soon it was Zhang Xiaofan and his group from Dazhu Peak's turn. Zhang Xiaofan and his group put aside what had just happened and began to draw lots with solemn expressions. All the disciples in the hall were glancing intentionally or unintentionally towards Xiaozhu Peak, because there stood a cold and beautiful figure, even Zhang Xiaofan, who already had someone he loved.
Mo Mo only learned after talking with Tian Buyi that Zhang Xiaofan had secretly won over his senior sister, Tian Ling'er. Perhaps it was the improvement in his talent and strength that gave him courage. Unlike in the original drama, Zhang Xiaofan was not as self-conscious as he was. Instead, he bravely expressed his feelings to Tian Ling'er. Tian Ling'er had also secretly fallen in love with this honest and considerate junior brother over the years. Tian Buyi was also very satisfied with his disciple. So everyone was happy, and their relationship was settled. Qi Hao, Tian Ling'er's official love interest in the original drama, no longer had anything to do with it.
It must be said that Lu Xueqi was indeed extraordinary. Just by standing in the main hall, she naturally became the focus of attention. Her face was ethereal and pure, her white robes fluttered, and she carried the blue immortal sword Tianya. Her temperament was aloof and proud. In addition, she was the best among the new generation of disciples of Qingyun Sect. Her talent was high and her cultivation was profound, which made people dare not approach her easily. It is no wonder that the Qingyun disciples in the main hall only dared to steal glances at her but dared not actually talk to her. However, they could not be blamed, because even Mo Mo could not help but look at her a few more times. However, Mo Mo's gaze was purely one of appreciation for beautiful things, without any other intentions, unlike the others who had a hint of love in their eyes.
The drawing of lots was not complicated, so it did not take too long and everyone drew lots quickly. After everyone had drawn lots, Cangsong announced the rules for the order of the battle again, and then asked who drew the number one lot, and said that the number one lot could get a bye for the first time and directly enter the second round of the competition.
After Cangsong finished speaking, Tian Ling'er jumped up with joy. It turned out that she had drawn the number one lot. The other faces of Dazhu Peak were also filled with joy. However, Mo Mo and the other seven chiefs had a strange smile on their faces. Zhang Xiaofan and Tian Ling'er's little actions could fool others, but they could not fool them.
Actually, the number one lot in Tian Ling'er's hand wasn't drawn by her, but by Zhang Xiaofan. However, the two of them secretly swapped them when no one was looking. The rules didn't explicitly prohibit swapping lot numbers before the opponents were announced, so Mo Mo and the others turned a blind eye. Anyway, no matter how they swapped the number one lot, it was still in their Dazhu Peak.
After the draw was completed, Cangsong finished his task and returned to his seat. At that moment, Daoxuan, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up and walked to the group of Qingyun disciples to solemnly announce that the disciples who entered the top four in the Grand Trial would receive the Qingyun Sect's treasure, the Qiankun Nine Cauldron, and be allowed to go down the mountain for training. Others who performed well would also receive other treasures as rewards.
Dao Xuan's words immediately stirred up the Qingyun disciples below. The Qiankun Nine Cauldron and the Zhuxian Sword were known as the two great treasures of the Qingyun Sect. The cauldron also contained a primordial cloud embryo, which contained the highest level of internal cultivation techniques of the Qingyun Sect. It was an opportunity that many Qingyun Sect disciples dreamed of. It is well known that a good cultivation technique can greatly accelerate a person's cultivation speed, making the cultivation path more efficient. Moreover, the higher the level of the cultivation technique, the greater the speed of improvement. The cultivation speed of a top-level cultivation technique can even reach more than ten times that of an ordinary technique, and the magical power cultivated is also purer than that of an ordinary technique. If one wants to go further on the path of cultivation, striving to improve the purity of one's magical power is an essential lesson.
The other reward is also quite attractive. After all, Qingyun Sect has strict rules, and ordinary disciples are not allowed to go down the mountain at will. Before they graduate, many disciples are strictly forbidden from going down the mountain. Therefore, many disciples of Qingyun rarely go down the mountain. Even if they do, they only wander around the vicinity of Qingyun Mountain and do not go too far. In the sect, they can often hear about the glorious deeds of their predecessors in various places, which makes them yearn for the outside world even more.
After Dao Xuan announced the rewards for this martial arts competition, he let the disciples from each peak leave. They still had a day to adjust their mindset and physical condition, and strive to get themselves into peak condition to meet the next competition. This was indeed a test, a test of the Qingyun disciples' composure.
Just like taking an exam, almost everyone gets a little nervous when facing a big test. If you can't adjust your mindset in time, it's easy to underperform. But Dao Xuan announced the rewards for the competition the day before it was supposed to be a big test in his life. It's like when someone is facing a big test in their life and the organizer (a school or a company) suddenly announces that as long as they get a certain number of places, they can get hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars in prize money. Who can remain calm except for those who are already rich and don't care about money anymore?
Those who can quickly calm their minds under such temptation, turn it into motivation, and unleash their full potential or even exceed it, will surely leave a significant mark on this world full of geniuses, even if their natural talent is not particularly outstanding.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 292: A Joke
This year's Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament, like in previous years, was held in a venue specially built for the tournament. This venue was built on the top of a mountain. It is said that in order to build this arena, the ancestors directly used their divine swords to flatten the entire mountain, thus creating such a flat and wide arena.
The arena was a perfect octagon, at least a hundred meters wide, with simple decorative patterns on the ground. Directly in front of it stood a magnificent building, slightly taller and also perched atop a mountain. A staircase connected the arena to the building, and the palace-like structure had a large open walkway facing the arena, presumably for spectators to watch the matches. On the other side of the arena, a long stone bridge connected to another mountain. Near the staircase stood a list of all participants in the competition, already assigned their opponents and the order of their matches.
Of course, this is only the location for the final competition. Only those who enter the top ten will have the opportunity to compete here. The competitions before the top ten are all held in some small arenas on other mountains. After all, there are more than sixty people participating in the martial arts competition. It's not a lot, but it's not a small number either. In addition, if they encounter an evenly matched opponent, it's not easy for them to fight for three days and three nights, but it's very easy for them to fight for one or two hours. So if there is only one arena and only one match is held each time, the battle between Tianyin Pavilion and Fenxiang Valley and the Demonic Sect will probably have ended long before the martial arts competition ends.
Therefore, after Dao Xuan announced the start of the competition, the disciples of each peak went to their respective competition locations one by one according to the arrangements on the list. The heads of each peak would also go to each arena to watch as appropriate, and ensure that there was at least one head in each arena to ensure that the competition would not have any accidents.
These smaller arenas were much simpler. Although they weren't like the wooden arenas built on hilltops in the original series, which were only a few meters long and wide, they were only slightly better than the wooden arenas in the original series.
These arenas are constructed of bluestone and are octagonal in shape, somewhat resembling the Bagua (Eight Trigrams). Each arena is about ten meters long and wide, with mysterious patterns engraved on the bluestone. These patterns are used to reinforce the arena and prevent the disciples participating in the martial arts competition from damaging it during the competition. They are also equipped with protective formations to prevent those on the arena from accidentally injuring those below.
In these arenas, the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament of the Qingyun Sect was in full swing. Whether they were participating or not, disciples and masters alike went to each arena to watch. This was not only to admire the style of their fellow disciples, but also to learn from their experience. If they could learn even a move or two from it, then this competition would not have been in vain. The chief disciples could also take this opportunity to observe the shortcomings and strengths of their own disciples so that they could teach them according to their aptitude in the future.
However, while the entire Qingyun Mountain was abuzz with excitement over the Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament, there was one oddball. Instead of joining the crowd to watch the matches on the various arenas, he leisurely strolled around Qingyun Mountain with a jug of fine wine, taking a sip whenever he felt like it. He didn't bother going to the arenas at all. This person was none other than our protagonist, Mo Mo. He had no interest in watching those matches that resembled children playing house; he'd rather take a nap.
Fortunately, the Qingyun Sect members were unaware of Mo Mo's thoughts at that moment, otherwise they would definitely rush up to fight him. However, in Mo Mo's eyes, the Qingyun Sect's current competition was indeed like children playing house. Although to ordinary people, the methods they displayed in the competition were already quite amazing, Mo Mo's level was unimaginable to them. Therefore, Mo Mo really had no interest in watching. Of course, if he were to take action, that would be a different story. He would be quite willing to do so, guaranteeing to satisfy them, and even wanting to do it a second and a third time, even if he was beaten until he cried for his parents each time. However, it wasn't easy for Mo Mo to beat someone up. First, you had to understand his temperament, otherwise he might not even have the interest to beat you up.
As he swayed along, Mo Mo arrived at Dazhu Peak, where Zhang Xiaofan was. He saw the small courtyard where Zhang Xiaofan lived, as well as the big yellow dog he raised and the little gray dog he adopted while cutting bamboo. He never expected that even after so many changes, Zhang Xiaofan would still gain the favor of the little gray dog, a spirit beast of heaven and earth.
Mo Mo learned of this situation from Zeng Shushu. Zeng Shushu had mentioned it to the Fire Qilin while taking care of it, and Mo Mo happened to overhear it. He told the Fire Qilin that it was one of the two other exotic beasts he desperately wanted to obtain, and the other was Mo Mo's Fire Qilin. Unfortunately, both of the beasts possessed extremely high intelligence and completely ignored him, making him feel quite defeated.
"Dazhu Peak? Zhang Xiaofan did not cultivate the Great Brahma Prajna Technique of Tianyin Pavilion this time, and the Bloodthirsty Pearl was taken away by Puzhi after being purified. Moreover, the magic weapon Zhang Xiaofan is using now is the sword given to him by Tian Buyi, not the Soul-Devouring Staff. After all, the Soul-Devouring Staff was made by Zhang Xiaofan through blood refining the ancient demonic staff "Soul-Seizing" full of malevolence and the "Blood-Devouring Pearl" of the Black Heart Old Man. But now that the Bloodthirsty Pearl is gone, the Soul-Devouring Staff naturally cannot be born. Without the Bloodthirsty Pearl, Zhang Xiaofan cannot resonate with the Soul-Seizing Staff, so he did not obtain the Soul-Sevouring Staff."
As we know from the original novel, Zhang Xiaofan should have obtained the Soul-Seizing Staff by following the sensation of the Bloodthirsty Bead in the back mountain. However, Zhang Xiaofan has not yet obtained the Soul-Seizing Staff, so it should still be in the back mountain. He has already seen the Bloodthirsty Bead of Mo Mo, and now that he has come to Dazhu Peak by chance, he naturally has no reason not to let go of the Soul-Seizing Staff.
Mo Mo traversed the air, arriving at the back of Dazhu Peak in just a few steps. The back of Dazhu Peak was vast, with lush forests and few people ever visiting. The Soul-Capturing Staff was merely a short stick, about half a meter long and as thick as a child's arm. Finding such an inconspicuous stick in this vast forest, while not quite as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack, was practically impossible for one person. However, Mo Mo was no ordinary person; even if he were asked to find a needle in a haystack, it would be a matter of minutes. So this was no challenge for him.
Under the powerful divine sense of Mo Mo, the entire Great Bamboo Peak appeared in Mo Mo's mind in perfect detail. The Great Bamboo Peak no longer held any secrets for Mo Mo. In less than half a breath, Mo Mo found the dusty, inconspicuous Soul-Seizing Staff. Then, Mo Mo reached out and waved his hand, and the dusty Soul-Seizing Staff flew through the air and obediently landed in Mo Mo's hand.
The Soul-Capturing Staff, as expected of an ancient artifact filled with malevolent energy, suddenly shone brightly with gray light after falling into Mo Mo's hands. It began to tremble violently and generated an extremely strong suction force. This suction force desperately absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy and life essence, forming a small, gray tornado around Mo Mo. However, no matter how hard it tried, Mo Mo remained unaffected, as if he were merely a stone devoid of any spiritual energy.
After a long time, the Soul-Seizing Staff seemed to resign itself to its fate and slowly came to a stop. At this time, the forest within a thousand meters of Mo Mo's feet had already turned yellow. These trees had had some of their life essence absorbed by the Soul-Seizing Staff and were severely damaged. Compared with other trees, their future lifespan would be much shorter.
Looking at the Soul-Seizing Staff that exuded evil energy in his hand, Mo Mo frowned slightly in displeasure. Then, a flash of golden light appeared in his hand holding the staff, and the evil-energy-filled staff returned to its dull and inconspicuous appearance. Only then did Mo Mo put it away with satisfaction.
After putting away the Soul-Capturing Staff, Mo Mo stopped wandering around and went straight to the arena where Zhang Xiaofan and the others were competing.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 293 Hanging Up and Beating
With graceful movements and agile movements, Zhang Xiaofan was engaged in a fierce battle with a disciple of Chaoyang Peak when Mo Mo arrived above the arena. However, Zhang Xiaofan's advances and retreats were measured, and his attacks were extremely measured. Every move was perfectly timed, and he could easily break through his opponent's attacks each time, clearly holding back his strength. However, this disciple of Chaoyang Peak was only of average strength, as could be seen from how Tian Ling'er could easily toy with him in the original drama.
The two formed sword gestures and unleashed one exquisite move after another of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique. The audience below the arena cheered and applauded every exciting moment, giving Mo Mo the feeling of watching a New Year's Eve gala at school.
The two fought for over a hundred moves. The Chaoyang Peak disciple who was facing Zhang Xiaofan gradually ran out of energy. Zhang Xiaofan seized an opening and forced him back two or three steps with a single sword strike. Naturally, Zhang Xiaofan would not let such a good opportunity pass. He used the Qingyun Body Technique, stepping on the Seven Stars and arriving at the Chaoyang Peak disciple's side in the blink of an eye. With his three-foot-long sword, he easily deflected the sword that the disciple had hastily blocked in front of him. Taking advantage of the disciple's open defense, he placed his sword on the disciple's shoulder.
"Good job, Xiao Fan!"
"Well done, junior brother! You truly are the pride of Dazhu Peak!"
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"What are you howling about? Quiet down! If you keep praising him like this, he'll get all cocky! This is only the first round, what's there to be so happy about? You all better work harder and stop embarrassing me." Tian Buyi scolded his disciples who were shouting and laughing behind him with a stern face, but you could tell from the smile on his face that he was also extremely happy.
"I'm so bored!"
The shout of "How boring!" immediately silenced the entire arena. Everyone below the arena, including Zhang Xiaofan and Zhang Xiaofan who were still on the platform, looked at each other in bewilderment. After a few seconds, they realized that the voice seemed to be coming from above them, so everyone looked up in the direction of the sound.
Only then did they notice that a small white cloud, only four or five meters in size, was floating about ten meters above their heads. A young, languid man sat on the cloud, leaning back with his right leg slightly bent and his left leg dangling in the air beyond the cloud. His right fist was resting on his chin, looking extremely casual. To his left, on the cloud, was a pure white, crystal-clear wine pot, with two or three plates of exquisite snacks placed beside it. Judging from the condition of the food and wine, he had obviously been there for a while.
"He seems to be the one who sat with the seven chiefs yesterday."
“I remember now, it really is him, and he’s so young. I wonder what his identity is, that he can sit on equal footing with the seven chiefs.”
"That's right! I don't think I've seen this person before. He must have come here specifically to watch our Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, otherwise why haven't I seen him before?"
"He's probably a young master from another sect, but he's really showing off, actually refining his magic weapon into a white cloud."
Upon seeing Mo Mo, the Qingyun disciples below immediately began to murmur amongst themselves. Shang Zhengliang from Chaoyang Peak and Tian Buyi, a married couple from Dazhu Peak, were also taken aback when they saw Mo Mo. After regaining their senses, they quickly scolded their disciples for talking nonsense, told them to pay their respects to Mo Mo, and introduced him to them.
"He's actually a guest elder of our Qingyun Sect? That pale-faced guy looks so delicate, and he's a lecherous scoundrel. How could he possibly be an elder of our Qingyun Sect? Father, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Tian Ling'er was shocked to hear Tian Buyi's introduction. Although the others didn't say it aloud like Tian Ling'er, their expressions showed that Tian Ling'er's question was exactly what they wanted to ask. Apart from Zhang Xiaofan, who seemed thoughtful, only Zeng Shushu had an expression of "I knew it" on his face. He had suffered quite a bit at Mo Mo's hands.
Although Zeng Shushu suffered a lot under Mo Mo's tutelage, he didn't complain at all. On the contrary, he enjoyed it. Although Mo Mo didn't take him as a disciple, he would occasionally give Zeng Shushu some pointers on his cultivation. What suited Zeng Shushu even more was that Mo Mo often came up with some amazing ideas that amazed him, allowing him to gain a lot in terms of mechanisms and magical treasures and create many good things. In addition, Mo Mo would occasionally throw him a few pills or immortal fruits, which made his father very envious. Of course, it would be even better if those pills were a little normal. Even if only half of them were normal, he would be very satisfied.
Tian Ling'er's words caused Tian Buyi's smile to vanish instantly. He straightened his face and was about to reprimand her, but Mo Mo stopped him, saying, "Fellow Daoist Tian, there's no need to take it to heart. Your daughter is just being straightforward, but you can't blame her. Although I am indeed a guest elder of Qingyun, I rarely show my face, so it's normal that you don't recognize me. My surname is Mo, my given name is Mo, and my sobriquet is Wangchen. You can call me Emperor Wangchen or Elder Wangchen. I've cultivated for many years, and this is the first time I've been called a pretty boy. It feels rather 'strange'."
“Although Elder Wangchen is magnanimous and doesn’t hold grudges, my daughter has still offended me.” After saying this, Tian Buyi turned to look at his beloved daughter and said loudly, “Hurry up and apologize to Elder Wangchen. Although Elder Wangchen doesn’t hold your offense against you, you must apologize for what you did wrong.”
Although she was unwilling, Tian Ling'er still obediently said "I'm sorry" to Mo Mo. Tian Buyi's face only showed a smile again after seeing Tian Ling'er obediently apologize. After apologizing, Tian Ling'er quickly ran to her mother Su Ru's side and acted coquettishly towards her. However, this time Su Ru did not indulge her. Instead, she strongly agreed with her father's approach.
Although she knew her parents were right, Tian Ling'er, with her girlish heart, still had a bit of a temper. So she snorted and ran behind Zhang Xiaofan, making a face at Mo Mo and Tian Buyi.