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The Ancestor Mie Yan, defeated!
The purple-gold light filled the sky, and thunderous explosions echoed over the fortress.
Everyone's eyes focused on the young figure in the sky, hearts filled with utter shock. Only now did they truly realize the imnse power hidden within this seemingly under-twenty-year-old youth, who dared to provoke the powerful Mu Lan Valley.
Though no one knew the exact extent of Mo Yu's strength, the fact that he was able to defeat a Dou Huang class expert suggested that he himself had at least reached the level of Dou Huang.
A Dou Huang at twenty years old—such a phenonon was unheard of across the entire Northwestern Continent.
For a mont, whether passersby near the fortress or soldiers stationed there, all stared in stunned silence. Perhaps what unfolded here today would beco the talk of their lives.
In the midst of the battlefield, the white-haired elder looked incredulously at Mo Yu, who had shattered his "Destruction Rock Spiral." As a renowned expert of the Mu Lan Empire, to be defeated by a re youth was nothing short of a disgrace.
What made Ancestor Mie Yan even more uneasy was the strange and sinister purple-gold energy Mo Yu wielded. It felt like a power far beyond what a typical Dou Huang should possess, striking fear deep into Ancestor Mie Yan's core.
Watching Ancestor Mie Yan before him, whose body was encased in a thick brown layer of rock, Mo Yu took a deep breath as he regained control of his body. Taking advantage of the lingering strength from She Lao, he spread his Purple Cloud Wings and turned to leave.
"Kid, I truly underestimated you," Ancestor Mie Yan's voice ca from within the rock casing just as Mo Yu turned.
Mo Yu paused mid-step, retracting his spear into his storage ring. Turning his head slightly, he replied, "Ancestor Mie Yan, do you still intend to stop ?"
Although a Four-Star Dou Huang was formidable, with She Lao's power, unless experts on the level of the Mu Lan Valley's Three Elders made a move, Mo Yu had little to fear. If it weren't for concerns over mutual destruction, this battle might not have ended so amicably.
"Heh, you misunderstand, young friend. While the Mu Lan Empire's royal family is under pressure from Mu Lan Valley, we are not their subordinates.
Since you've bested , you're free to pass through 'Mountain River Pass' as you please." Ancestor Mie Yan smiled bitterly, shaking his head.
"Oh, I see. Thanks then," Mo Yu chuckled, as Ancestor Mie Yan's response was expected. If a Dou Huang expert from Mu Lan Valley had been guarding this pass, they might have fought to the death, but the royal family had no such desire.
After a brief word of thanks, Mo Yu continued toward the city under the watchful gaze of hundreds of onlookers. Just before entering the dark tunnel, he stopped suddenly.
As the center of attention, his pause caused the hushed whispers around him to quiet completely. Hundreds of fervent eyes, especially from several young won, filled with admiration and love, focused on his lean figure.
"Ancestor Mie Yan, I owe the Mu Lan royal family a favor. One day, I will repay it," Mo Yu said, his voice calm but resolute.
Ancestor Mie Yan was montarily stunned but soon smiled softly. Conversations with clever people were always easy.
The boy's talent was astounding, almost unimaginable. If he could continue to grow, the royal family of the Mu Lan Empire might one day benefit greatly from this favor.
This favor might anger Mu Lan Valley now, but in the future, it could prove invaluable.
"One more thing, Ancestor Mie Yan."
Mo Yu's gaze swept over the hundreds of people near the city gate. After a mont of silence, he turned decisively, his calm and composed figure disappearing into the darkness. His cold, indifferent voice lingered in the air.
"Tell the higher-ups of Mu Lan Valley this: the grudge of their attempted ambush—I, Mo Yu, will rember. If they dare to trouble again, I won't hesitate to erase Mu Lan Valley from existence."
The killing intent in his voice left Ancestor Mie Yan and everyone near the gate in a state of shock.
Mu Lan Valley was a prominent force, well-known across the Northwestern Continent, and their signature technique, the "Three Beast Savage Technique," could challenge even Dou Zong powerhouses.
Yet in the young man's mouth, the destruction of such a force sounded as easy as a flick of the wrist. It was hard to believe.
But thinking of the young man's previous feats, who knew what he could achieve in ten or twenty years? By then, perhaps even Mu Lan Valley would be beneath his notice.
Ignoring the puzzled, shocked, and doubtful gazes, Mo Yu flew off without another word.
Though Mu Lan Valley was formidable, Mo Yu was well aware that the Great Era of Struggle was approaching, all due to the existence of soone like Xiao Yan, the Child of Fate.
In an era where Dou Zun experts would roam the land, and Dou Zong would be as common as dirt, Mu Lan Valley would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
With the defeat of Ancestor Mie Yan, no one dared to stop Mo Yu. His Purple Cloud Wings flapped, and the youth disappeared like a shooting star from everyone's view.
As they watched his disappearing figure, Ancestor Mie Yan's old, cloudy eyes flickered with a hint of uncertainty. The Mu Lan royal family had been oppressed by Mu Lan Valley for so many years—if that boy could...
Shaking his head, Ancestor Mie Yan dismissed the thought. The future was too uncertain, and whether the boy could grow to such heights remained to be seen.
With the youth's departure, the fortress gradually returned to peace. Yet everyone who witnessed the scene today would rember the silhouette of the departing youth, a legend slowly rising before their eyes.
The quiet road through the forest was filled with the soft chirping of birds. It was a serene and peaceful scene, a contrast to the chaotic battle that had just ended.
Having passed Mountain River Pass, Mo Yu had essentially escaped the Mu Lan Empire, and his freedom was now unrestricted. The sky was the limit, and the sea wide open for exploration.
Though Mu Lan Valley was strong, they wouldn't dare provoke the Jia Ma Empire recklessly. After all, this was the territory of the Yun Lan Sect.
Even though the Yun Lan Sect had been in decline, its centuries-old heritage remained formidable, not to be underestimated.
"So, back to the Jia Ma Empire. It's been centuries since I last returned," She Lao appeared beside Mo Yu, gazing nostalgically at the familiar landscape.
Mo Yu paused, rembering that She Lao had once been a powerful figure from the Snake-people. The Jia Ma Empire could be considered his holand.
"She Lao, the Snake-people has relocated to the Tagore Desert, not far from here. Would you like to visit?" Mo Yu asked.
After a mont of thought, She Lao shook his head. "Not now. I am but a soul at the mont. Once I regain a body, I will return."
Mo Yu nodded in understanding. Without a body, She Lao's return would feel hollow, like wearing brocade robes at night—unseen and unappreciated.
"This is your holand as well. Where do you plan to go next?" She Lao asked, his snake-like eyes flashing with curiosity. The boy's exploits in the Mu Lan Empire were already astonishing to him, even as a forr Dou Zun expert.
A bitter smile crossed Mo Yu's face. "I'll head to the imperial capital. I have a promise with a relative of mine to witness his duel with his ex-fiancée in about a month or two."
"Oh? You must think highly of this relative to travel so far for such a trivial matter," She Lao said, surprised.
Mo Yu chuckled without further explanation, rely hinting, "This cousin of mine has an ex-fiancée who is the next heir to the Yun Lan Sect, and his talent is no less than mine."
Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed the eerie eyes of She Lao.
The Yun Lan Sect, the number one sect in the Jia Ma Empire, was once one of the top powers in the Northwestern Continent when he left the empire centuries ago. Though it had declined, it was not to be underestimated.
Yet this relative of Mo Yu dared to challenge the successor of the Yun Lan Sect's leader to a withdrawal duel. Just this courage alone was comndable.
Moreover, Mo Yu personally praised this person, claiming that his talent was no less than his own, which left She Lao astonished.
After spending so many days with Mo Yu, She Lao had seen firsthand the youth's outstanding talent—almost on par with the heirs trained by the top forces of Central Plains. To think that there was another person in Mo Yu's family with the sa level of monstrous talent?
If not for knowing that Mo Yu ca from a small family in the Jia Ma Empire, She Lao might have suspected that this so-called Xiao Clan was a super clan in disguise.
Shaking his head, She Lao's raspy voice sounded, "Since that's the case, let's head to the imperial capital. However, along the way, keep an eye out for any rare treasures that can restore my bloodline power. I spent a lot of it in defeating that white-bearded old man."
"If I don't recover in ti, it won't be so easy the next ti I help you fend off a Dou Huang expert."
Mo Yu was slightly startled by the reminder, but quickly nodded, "Understood, She Lao."
Unlike Yao Lao, who was a human cultivator, She Lao, being a Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent with an ancient bloodline, consud his bloodline power in battle rather than soul power. Treasures that could restore bloodline power were far more precious than those that restored soul power, but if She Lao needed it, Mo Yu wouldn't refuse.
The clear blue sky above was soon interrupted by a streak of light rushing closer, stirring up strong winds in its wake.
After three days of travel, the border city of Yang City finally appeared on the horizon. Landing outside the city, Mo Yu hurriedly entered, covered in dust from the road.
Upon entering the city, Mo Yu imdiately began scouring the larger dicinal shops, searching for any rare herbs that could quickly restore bloodline power.
Though there were many shops, the specific materials Mo Yu needed were extrely rare. After searching fruitlessly, he left the last shop with disappointnt.
He then made his way to the city's auction house, but found nothing there either.
Fortunately, Mo Yu had anticipated that such treasures were hard to co by and didn't let it dampen his spirits.
Abandoning his search, Mo Yu headed to the flying transport company at the city center, intending to travel to the imperial capital via flying magical beast.
He chose not to fly himself or use his Purple Fla Wings because the imperial capital was filled with people and hidden experts. Mo Yu had always preferred to keep a low profile and didn't want to attract unnecessary attention.
At the transport company, Mo Yu paid a hefty sum for a seat on a luxury flying beast. With the long journey ahead, he crossed his legs and entered a state of cultivation, waiting patiently for his arrival.
During the flight, Mo Yu kept to himself, rarely interacting with the other passengers. However, he was surprised to notice that most of the travelers heading to the imperial capital were alchemists—so of whom didn't even appear to be from the Jia Ma Empire.
At that mont, Mo Yu rembered what the president of the Black Rock City Alchemist Association had ntioned about the upcoming Alchemist Grand eting, and his eyes lit up.
"Since it's the Alchemist Grand eting... many alchemists should have so rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures, right?"
Murmuring to himself, Mo Yu began forming a plan. Although he had no intention of participating in the competition, he was well aware of the commotion it would cause.
This Alchemist Grand eting would attract not only the top alchemists from the Jia Ma Empire but also geniuses from surrounding empires. With so many alchemists in one place, there might be a chance to find so rare treasures that could restore She Lao's bloodline power.
If he could acquire such a treasure quickly, She Lao would regain so of his strength, giving them more confidence should they face another Dou Huang expert.
With this thought, Mo Yu's sense of urgency grew stronger.
After nearly half a month of travel, the flying magical beast finally began to approach their destination—the imperial capital of the Jia Ma Empire, Jia Ma Holy City!
Standing on the back of the flying beast, Mo Yu gazed down at the grand city erging from the clouds. Despite having lived many lifetis, this was his first ti coming to the capital of the empire.
As the flying beast descended, Mo Yu's eyes suddenly shifted toward the northern part of the city. There, a massive and imposing mountain range lay like a slumbering dragon, exuding a faint yet overwhelming spiritual energy.
That was where the strongest sect in the Jia Ma Empire, the Yun Lan Sect, was located.
"Yun Lan Sect... Yun Yun, are you doing well?"
Staring at the majestic mountain hidden beneath the mist, Mo Yu's eyes flickered with a hint of nostalgia as he softly murmured to himself.
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