“May I come along to take a look?” Yun Qingxue tentatively asked.
Purple Melody Saint merely furrowed his brows slightly before replying, “Very well. Let your senior brother take you.”
With that, the Purple Melody Saint continued alone into the depths of Luoyun Mountain. He moved swiftly, vanishing into the night in the blink of an eye.
Mo Changxing flew back and landed beside Yun Qingxue, wrapping an arm around her waist as they descended toward the foot of the mountain together.
An almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. The irritation he had felt upon discovering someone dared to cause trouble in Luoyun Mountain had now eased, replaced by a sense of lightness at Yun Qingxue’s company.
At the base of Luoyun Mountain, a frail girl with a deathly pale face watched as four figures closed in on her. She coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The four sneered in unison. “Hmph! Still trying to run?”
“Everyone…” The sole woman among them, her eyes dripping with seduction, cooed in a honeyed voice, “Though we all want to absorb her cultivation, if we keep fighting like this, this little wretch might slip away in the chaos. Then, we’d end up with nothing but mutual destruction!”
“So what do you suggest?” the other three demanded, eyeing her warily. The two men who had initially allied with her in particular glared with suspicion.
Even dividing the plant spirit’s cultivation among the three of them was already a stretch—yet this companion seemed to be suggesting an even split among four!
“How about this?” The woman’s fox-like eyes shimmered with charm, though beneath the allure lurked a venomous cruelty. She smirked suggestively. “Let’s cripple her first so she can’t escape. Then, we’ll settle things among ourselves. The winner takes all—how does that sound?”
“Agreed!” Her companions were the first to respond.
The burly man hesitated briefly before nodding. “Fine.”
With their decision made, the four advanced toward the weakened girl, who had already been injured in her attempt to flee.
The girl staggered backward, her eyes filled with despair.
Suddenly, the woman who had proposed crippling her twisted her face into a vicious snarl. Her fair hand transformed into razor-sharp claws, slashing mercilessly toward the girl’s frail body.
*My life… is over!!!*
The girl shut her eyes in resignation, bracing for the inevitable.
“Ah!” A scream pierced the air—but the expected pain never came.
Instead, a voice as cool as moonlight spoke calmly, “How bold of you to cause trouble here.”
As the words faded, a man and a woman appeared under the moonlight, standing side by side before the group.
The girl, who had already accepted her fate, opened her eyes in disbelief.
Once again, she felt an overwhelming sense of reverence and submission—something deep within her bloodline.
She turned her gaze toward the source of the voice and saw a woman with cascading black hair like a waterfall, her flawless jade-like skin bathed in a holy glow under the moonlight. Her willow-leaf brows arched gracefully, her eyes shimmered like autumn waters, her nose was delicate yet proud, and her lips were naturally rosy. Such breathtaking beauty could make even another woman’s heart skip a beat.
Sensing someone’s unwavering stare, Yun Qingxue followed the gaze and saw the frail girl, her face ghostly pale, her body so weak it seemed a breeze could carry her away.
“Your humble servant pays homage to the Flower King!”
The moment Yun Qingxue’s eyes met hers, the girl’s heart raced uncontrollably. The instinct passed down through her bloodline told her—this peerless woman was the supreme ruler of the Flora Clan! At this moment, all she desired was to submit.
Yun Qingxue frowned, her cold gaze fixed on the girl. “Do you know me?”
The girl timidly lowered her head, avoiding Yun Qingxue’s eyes. “This servant has never met Your Majesty before… but the legacy in my blood tells me You are my sovereign, the ruler of the entire Flora Clan—the one I must bow to!”
Yun Qingxue suddenly laughed.
Under the moonlight, her smile was devastatingly beautiful.
Yet the faint mockery at the corners of her lips was unmistakable.
*The Flower King? The one they must submit to?*
*Hah…*
*Since when did the superiority of my bloodline become so obvious?!*
Sensing Yun Qingxue’s aloof indifference, the frail girl bowed her head again, her face twisting with bitterness. *Why would someone as insignificant as me ever be acknowledged by the exalted Flower King? What was I even hoping for? A lowly spirit who can’t even protect herself—how could I possibly expect Her Majesty’s favor?*
Mo Changxing’s brows knitted tightly as he glared at the five figures—including the frail girl—his eyes glinting with cold fury.
*The situation isn’t right for others to know Qingxue has come to Luoyun Mountain yet…*
*So…*
*These five must die.*
“Brave enough to stir trouble openly at the foot of Luoyun Mountain—are you prepared to die?”
Mo Changxing arched an eyebrow, his expression eerily calm as he regarded the group. His demeanor was so composed, one might think he was merely making small talk—not preparing to kill.
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