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Inside the Patriach Lan's Training Room, Xi Huang City.
In the serene courtyard outside the room, two graceful figures stood silently. The gentle breeze carried their long hair, creating an enchanting sight filled with elegance and charm.
After waiting for a while without hearing any movement inside the room, Lan Yingying lazily stretched her body, her perfect curves accentuated under her blue dress, exuding an irresistible allure.
Compared to the serene and captivating Lan Yingying, Lan Bingbing seemed more restless. Seeing no activity after waiting so long, she couldn't help but speak impatiently:
"Why hasn't he come out yet? It's already the third day! Father and the others are all preparing to head to Tian Yuan Plaza."
"What's the rush? Relax. Based on what I know of him, he's not someone with a poor sense of time. Since he agreed to help, there's no way he'd let anything go wrong."
Lan Yingying chuckled softly, seemingly amused by her usually composed sister's impatience.
Hearing this, Lan Bingbing stopped pacing but quickly asked again, her curiosity overcoming her brief calm:
"Sister, you've known Brother Mo Yu for a long time, haven't you? Can you tell me about his accomplishments?"
Lan Yingying paused, raising her head slightly to meet her sister's gaze. Her beautiful eyes studied Lan Bingbing's face—normally cool and elegant but now tinged with worry.
"What are you staring at, Sister?" Lan Bingbing asked with a hint of annoyance, feeling embarrassed under her sister's scrutinizing gaze.
"Bingbing… don't tell me you've fallen for Mo Yu?" Lan Yingying hesitated for a moment before speaking her mind.
Lan Bingbing's cheeks flushed instantly, and she protested shyly, "Sister, don't say such things! I've only known him for a short time."
"I just want to remind you that while Mo Yu is indeed extraordinary, men like him are hard to tie down.
Besides, he already has a fiancée, and he's surrounded by women who admire him. And they're all incredibly outstanding," Lan Yingying said seriously.
Lan Bingbing lowered her gaze, turning her head slightly to avoid her sister's eyes, and muttered softly, "It's not what you think…"
After a moment of silence, she asked again, her voice almost a whisper:
"Are there… really that many?"
Lan Yingying rested her delicate hand on the stone platform, propping her chin up as her eyes flickered with memories. Her expression softened into a bitter smile:
"I remember he was engaged to someone within his clan. Not only that, but he has close companions in both the Jia Ma Empire and the Black-Corner Region.
These women are not only breathtakingly beautiful but also possess exceptional talents. Even in Central Plains, they rival the top disciples of the Four Pavilions."
Hearing her sister's soft sigh, Lan Bingbing bit her lip. A trace of melancholy flickered across her eyes, though she quickly hid her emotions. She murmured:
"From the moment I first saw Brother Mo Yu, I knew he wasn't an ordinary man. I just didn't expect him to be so extraordinary, even the women who like him are so remarkable…"
Creak.
As Lan Bingbing's words fell, the tightly shut door suddenly opened. A silver-eyed young man stepped out, his gaze sweeping over the courtyard and landing on the two women waiting for him. He paused in mild surprise.
Mo Yu's sudden appearance startled the two women. Lan Bingbing's cheeks flushed again as she worried that he might have overheard their conversation.
"Ha, is it time?" Mo Yu asked with a smile, casually closing the door behind him and looking at the pair curiously.
"Mm." Lan Yingying nodded, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Mo Yu before widening slightly in surprise. "Your strength… has it broken through?"
"Just a minor improvement," Mo Yu replied lightly with a chuckle.
Though his tone was casual, Lan Yingying could clearly sense that his aura had grown far stronger than before.
In truth, Mo Yu had advanced by two stars, reaching the strength of a Seven-Star Dou Huang. This was thanks to the Mighty Emperor Pill, a sixth-grade pill capable of boosting a Dou Huang's power by one or two stars. By combining the pill's effects with the energy he absorbed using his True Origin Devouring Thunder, Mo Yu had successfully achieved a breakthrough within three days.
With his current strength as a Seven-Star Dou Huang, he was even closer to the Dou Zong realm.
Waving his hand dismissively, Mo Yu avoided dwelling on the topic and headed toward the courtyard gate. "Let's go. We shouldn't keep Uncle Lan waiting too long."
Seeing this, Lan Yingying and Lan Bingbing quickly followed after him.
Tian Yuan Plaza, Xi Huang City.
Today, Tian Yuan Plaza was more lively than it had been in years. The upcoming battle would decide the fate of two of the city's most dominant families—the Lan Clan and the Tang Clan.
The plaza was surrounded by countless stone-carved seats, which were rapidly filling with a flood of people.
At the eastern and northern ends of the plaza, more luxurious seating areas were reserved for the city's major powers.
The northern section was already occupied by figures dressed in yellow robes, all wearing identical emblems that represented the Tang Clan.
As the seats neared capacity, a commotion erupted near the entrance as a large group of people slowly approached.
The Lan Clan's entourage ascended the stone platform opposite the Tang Clan's, their arrival immediately drawing attention and hushed whispers from the crowd.
"Haha, Patriach Lan, you finally made it. I thought you might surrender today," a robust middle-aged man from the Tang Clan's seating area laughed as he stood to greet them.
"Patriach Tang, you must be joking. Since your clan wishes to negotiate a ten-year peace with us, it's only natural for us to participate. Refusing would be impolite," Lan Yuan replied coolly.
Mo Yu leaned closer to Lan Bingbing as she whispered in his ear, her breath carrying a faint fragrance: "That's Tang Hao, the patriach of the Tang Clan."
"Just don't regret it later when you lose and have to send your daughter over as compensation!" Tang Hao retorted with a sneer.
"Enough. Stop wasting time. My schedule is tight, and I need to return to the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion in two days," said Sun Wuji, who had remained silent until now.
At his words, Tang San suddenly leapt down to the plaza, his movement swift and ghost-like.
Looking up at the Lan Clan's platform, Tang San's arrogant voice echoed through the crowd:
"Since Brother Sun has spoken, let's stop wasting time. Lan Clan, who will fight first?"
All eyes turned toward the Lan Clan's platform, focusing on Lan Yingying and Lan Bingbing. Among the younger generation of the Lan Clan, only these two sisters stood out in both Dou Qi cultivation and artifact refinement skills.
Under the crowd's watchful gaze, the sisters exchanged a smile and shook their heads. Lan Yingying then gracefully extended her finger, pointing to the figure beside her.
A clear and melodious voice rang out across the plaza:
"Your opponent, Tang San, is not one of my Lan Clan members, but him—Mo Yu!"
Countless gazes suddenly shifted and finally landed on the unfamiliar silver-eyed young man seated among the Lan Clan. Instantly, everyone was stunned.
Tang San's gaze turned slightly cold as he looked at Mo Yu, his eyes filled with unrestrained arrogance and disdain.
Sun Wuji's cold eyes also flickered briefly. When he sensed the unfathomable aura emanating from Mo Yu, his brows furrowed slightly.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mo Yu slowly stood up. With a graceful flip in midair, he landed steadily in the middle of the vast stone square.
"Who is this guy? Why haven't we seen him before?"
"No idea. He doesn't seem to be from Xi Huang City. Could the Lan Clan have brought him in from somewhere else?"
...
As Mo Yu appeared, whispers erupted around the square. Curious and skeptical gazes swept across him.
In the Tang Clan's seating area, Tang Hao frowned as he looked at the unfamiliar Mo Yu. With his understanding of the Lan Clan, they would never randomly send someone unqualified into such an important situation.
But if that wasn't the case, did they really believe this young man could compete with Tang San?
Beside Tang Hao, a gray-robed elder sat with his eyes half-closed, an extraordinary ancient sword strapped to his back. He seemed indifferent to the commotion around him, with his hands tucked into his sleeves.
On the elder's chest was a black-and-white emblem depicting a sword encircled by faint, glimmering light.
Sensing Tang Hao's concern, the elder opened his half-closed eyes slightly, glanced at Mo Yu in the arena, and spoke in a raspy voice:
"This young man is quite strong. I'm curious where the Lan Clan found such a helper."
"However, Tang San's strength isn't inferior either. Although slightly below the young master of the Eagle Hall, he would still rank among the exceptionally talented inner disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion..."
Before the elder could finish speaking, a deafening explosion resounded across the square, leaving the entire venue silent. All eyes turned toward the scene in shock.
"Boom!"
A thunderous roar echoed throughout the city, and the terrifying aftermath of Dou Qi left the spectators visibly shaken.
In the arena, Mo Yu slowly retracted his right fist, while Tang San lay motionless on the ground, leaving everyone in utter disbelief.
This single moment plunged the Tian Yuan Square into complete silence.
In a flash of lightning and thunder, with just one move, Mo Yu had defeated Tang San in an instant!?
No one had anticipated such a conclusion. At the start, not a single person believed that the renowned young genius of Xi Huang City would be defeated so quickly and so miserably by an unfamiliar youth.
The battle ended in the blink of an eye, so much so that most of the spectators couldn't even react.
However, those with keen eyes noticed that while Tang San had underestimated his opponent, the silver-eyed youth remained calm and composed from start to finish, like an unfathomable deep pool of water.
His terrifying physical strength was akin to that of a humanoid magical beast, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"He won in one move!"
In the Lan Clan's seating area, the members gasped as they stared at the defeated Tang San, unable to believe their eyes.
Despite his arrogance, Tang San was a genuine seven-star Dou Huang. For him to be defeated so easily by a peer was simply inconceivable. Even the young master of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, Tang Ying, might not be capable of such a feat.
"Even though we already had high expectations, we still underestimated him. This young man is extraordinary," Lan Yuan commented, his eyes gleaming with astonishment.
The most relieved ones were Lan Yingying and Lan Bingbing, who finally let out a sigh of relief.
"This boy… how is this possible?"
In the Tang Clan's seating area, Tang Hao's face twitched as he looked at the defeated Tang San, his eyes filled with shock and anger.
The gray-robed elder beside him was equally stunned. Recalling his earlier praises of Tang San, he felt as though he had swallowed a fly—disgusted and embarrassed.
"Who is this young man? Why has such a genius never been heard of in the Western Region?" the elder murmured, his brows furrowing as he stared at Mo Yu in the arena.
As a member of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, one of the top forces in the Western Region, he understood the extraordinary nature of Tang San, whose talent and strength were unquestionable.
But even with all his abilities, Tang San was as feeble as an ant before Mo Yu. This level of overwhelming suppression could only be achieved by a monstrous prodigy of the highest caliber.
In the entire history of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, such prodigies numbered fewer than three.
"Patriarch Tang, although this round was lost, Sun Wuji, the favored disciple of the Swordsmith Grandmaster, will surely succeed in the next," the elder reassured.
Tang Hao's expression softened slightly. He waved for his attendants to carry Tang San away before turning to the cold-looking youth beside him.
"Young Master Sun, I entrust the next match to you," Tang Hao said.
Sun Wuji opened his eyes, casting a surprised glance at Mo Yu, who had effortlessly defeated Tang San. Then his gaze shifted to Lan Yingying in the Lan Clan's seating area, and he smirked coldly.
"Don't worry, Patriarch Tang. I've long wanted to meet the favored disciple of the Weapon Forging Elder. I will not lose this time."
Hearing Sun Wuji's confident words, Tang Hao nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the opposing Lan Clan.
Under the intense scrutiny of the crowd, Lan Yingying smiled faintly and shook her head slightly. She raised her delicate finger, pointing to the square. Her clear and melodious voice rang out once again,
"Apologies, Patriarch Tang, but Sun Wuji's opponent is not me. It's still Mo Yu!"
Once again, countless eyes shifted toward Mo Yu, who stood calmly in the arena, leaving the crowd stunned yet again.
This young prodigy, who had effortlessly defeated Tang San, was also a skilled weapon refiner?
Hearing this, Sun Wuji was momentarily stunned before a sneer appeared on his face.
"Mo Yu, is it? Today, I'll show you that being a weapon refiner doesn't mean you can dominate just because of your Dou Qi cultivation."
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