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Mu Qingluan withdrew her gaze from the exquisite furnishings and turned to look at Hua Fei, who was walking lightly in front of her, and asked:

"Excuse me, I wonder when we can go to the Hua Sect. Your sect is famous far and wide. We have only heard of it but never seen it. We have longed to visit you. I came here with my senior brother to see your splendor."

Facing Mu Qingluan's question, Hua Fei smiled softly, her fingertips lightly brushed the jade bell on her waist, and she answered softly:

"You two have come a long way, so you should rest up first. Please rest in the pavilion today. Tomorrow morning, I will prepare a flying beast and lead you to the sect's headquarters."

Xiao Ling and Mu Qingluan agreed to this arrangement, nodding their heads in agreement. It had been quite a while since they'd properly rested, so now was a good time for them to rest, which was in line with their expectations.

However, after arriving at the residence arranged by Hua Fei, Mu Qingluan suddenly quickly slipped into a side room and slammed the door shut. Her movements were so fast that it seemed as if there was a flood or a beast behind her.

Xiao Ling looked at the closed wooden door and couldn't help but laugh. "Usually, you always cling to my clothes and call me 'Senior Brother', but now you've learned to hide away?"

Xiao Ling withdrew his gaze, stretched, and turned to walk into another room.

As the door closed gently, the lights in the courtyard went out one after another, leaving only the wind chimes on the eaves making clear sounds in the night wind.

Chapter 591 Arriving at Huazong Han Yue and Han Xue

The moon sets in the west and the dawn breaks.

Xiao Ling and Mu Qingluan rested in Ningxiang Pavilion for a night. When they woke up in the morning, golden light was already shining through the window.

Hua Fei had ordered someone to prepare a delicious breakfast for the two of them.

There is rose and poria cocos cake on a celadon plate, jasmine petals floating in an amber cup, and even the edge of the tableware is carved with half-opened peony patterns, showing its elegance.

Mu Qingluan took a bite of the cake, and a sweet taste spread between her lips and teeth. She raised her eyes and saw Xiao Ling stirring the cold porridge for her with a silver spoon. Her ears felt a little hot.

The scene of them holding hands and strolling around the Lantern Festival last night was now just tiny shadows in the morning light. She didn't dare to look at the smile in Xiao Ling's eyes. She could only bury her head and continue to swallow the cakes on the table bite by bite.

Seeing this, Xiao Ling just chuckled, then picked up the snacks on the table, pinched a piece of rose poria cocos cake with his fingertips, gently tapped off the crumbs on the edge of the celadon plate, and then slowly put it into his mouth. As he crushed the sweetness of the poria cocos between his teeth, a smile still lingered at the corners of his eyes.

When the two of them finished their breakfast, Hua Fei appeared at the right time, wearing a light pink skirt and dragging across the bluestone slabs, with a decent smile on her lips: "Master Xiao Ling, Miss Mu Qingluan, the flying magic beast is ready, please follow me."

After saying this, she raised her hand and gently stroked the golden hairpins on her temples, her fingertips reaching deep into the courtyard. As she moved her lotus steps lightly, the camellia flower patterns embroidered on the hem of her skirt stretched with her movements, like the shadow of a flower blooming in the wind.

Xiao Ling and Mu Qingluan looked at each other, and then both stood up.

The boy's dark clothes swept past the chair, and the girl's white skirt swept across the table. The two followed Hua Fei side by side to the backyard. The lanterns under the corridor had not been removed, and the wind chimes on the eaves rang. In such an atmosphere, one could not help but relax...

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Hua Fei led the two of them to the backyard, took out a green jade flute from her sleeve with her fingertips, and blew it softly against her lips.

The clear flute sounds flowed over the eaves like running water, startling a few white pigeons from the corners of the eaves.

Just as the last sound faded away, a ethereal bird cry suddenly came from the sky, like glass shattering in the clouds.

Xiao Ling and Mu Qingluan raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a stream of light breaking through the clouds in the distance. Amid the surging silver light, the outline of a giant beast covered with snow-capped feathers gradually became clear.

The wings of the demon beast were several feet long when spread out, and there was fine gold powder embedded in its feathers, which looked like stardust scattering all over the sky when it flapped its wings.

When it folded its wings and landed on the ground, the light touch of its toes stirred up a faint wave of air. When it lowered its head, the crystal-like crest on its forehead trembled slightly, and its amber eyes reflected the figures of the two people, as if they were filled with two pools of molten golden morning dew.

"This is the Skylark beast that our sect raises. It has a gentle temperament and can travel a thousand miles a day." Hua Feilian moved lightly, her white hands stroked the soft feathers on the beast's neck, and smiled gently, "Please take a seat, the two of you. We will be able to reach the sect's headquarters in half a day."

"I have heard of the name of this Skylark Beast a long time ago. It is a spiritual bird species domesticated by the Hua Sect." Mu Qingluan looked at the extraordinary magical beast in front of her, and gently grasped the corner of Xiao Ling's sleeve with her fingertips. "I have heard from my master before that its feathers are more beautiful than snow and can turn into clouds and mist. Today I see that it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

When she carefully observed the aura flowing around the Skylark Beast, she could sense that it was as deep and condensed as an abyss. It was clearly at the peak of the Douhuang realm. However, because its appearance was too gorgeous, its cultivation realm became a footnote that added icing on the cake.

Xiao Ling nodded slightly, his eyes passing through the golden powder falling when the Skylark Beast flapped its wings, and he thought to himself, everyone says that the Dan family's Void Pegasus Beast is unparalleled in majesty, and is born with a blood talent for the power of space, and is hailed as the most suitable flying mount.

However, looking at the appearance of the skylark beast in front of them, not only would women be unable to take their eyes off it, even men would be tempted to look at it.

If we only consider its elegant appearance, Xiao Ling feels that the Skylark Beast from the Hua Sect can be considered the best mount in Zhongzhou.

Of course, although this appearance made Xiao Ling and Mu Qingluan's eyes light up slightly, it was just a glimpse during the journey.

Under Hua Fei's guidance, the two stepped onto the back of the skylark. As soon as they stood firm, they saw the spiritual bird raise its head and let out a clear cry. As its wings spread, golden powder flew everywhere, and when its wings fell, there was a loud sound of wind.

A sound of breaking through the air came to my ears, and the whole giant beast soared into the sky like an arrow. The rainbow light trailed by its tail feathers drew a magnificent arc on the sky, and in a flash it turned into a streak of light in the sky, and then broke through the air towards the direction of Hua Zong's headquarters.

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After the Skylark Beast galloped at full speed for half a day, everyone had arrived above an endless mountain range.

At this time, at Hua Fei's signal, the skylark beast slowly folded its wings, and its broad feathers trembled slightly. It changed from flying at high speed to hovering in the air, and landed steadily on the top of the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

Noticing that the Skylark Beast had stopped and was suspended in mid-air, Xiao Ling and Mu Qingluan also stood up from its back. Hua Fei had told them before that they were almost at Hua Sect, and now it seemed that they had already reached the destination.

Moreover, Xiao Ling's perception was so sharp that he immediately noticed that there was an unusual fluctuation in the space not far ahead. It was obvious that a special space was hidden. Without thinking too much, it must be the space where the Hua Sect's headquarters was located.

After Hua Fei stood up, she first turned around and nodded slightly to Xiao Ling and Mu Qingluan behind her, then her eyes carefully scanned the surrounding mountains, as if to determine the exact direction.

Then she slowly fell into the void and took out a petal-shaped object from the ring.

As soon as the object was ejected, it turned into a stream of light and sank into the void in front of it. Suddenly, a strange wave came from that space. After a moment, a huge space barrier covered with fine petal patterns appeared clearly in the sight of Xiao Ling and others.

"Such a huge space barrier must have been built by the Hua Sect." Mu Qingluan looked at the emerging barrier with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Although the Hua Sect does not have the strength to open up space on its own, using such a space barrier to conceal the location of the sect is not considered petty.

However, she was not too surprised. After all, the star realm where her own Xingyun Pavilion was located was much more mysterious than the space before her.

Under the gazes of the crowd, ripples first appeared in the space barrier, and then a crack slowly appeared.

Hua Fei waved to Xiao Ling and the others, and then took the skylark beast and stepped in first. Seeing this, Mu Qingluan and Xiao Ling followed closely and stepped into the space passage.

As soon as I passed through the barrier, the light and shadow in front of my eyes suddenly changed, and an extremely rich floral fragrance came to my face. Upon careful sniffing, I found that the fragrance was also wrapped with powerful energy of heaven and earth, which went straight into my lungs and made me feel refreshed.

"This kind of scenery is indeed unique. Even compared with the Sound Valley, it is probably not inferior. It is really a beautiful place." Xiao Ling stopped in mid-air, his eyes swept across the world behind the barrier, and he could not hide his amazement on his face.

"The scenery here is so beautiful..." Mu Qingluan looked at the picturesque fairyland in front of her, and felt her heart was touched by tenderness. The corners of her eyes curved slightly, an intoxicated smile appeared at the corners of her lips, and she murmured.

Before the three of them lay an endless expanse of blossoming mountains. Peak after peak was blanketed in brilliant, spiritual blossoms, their cinnabar-like petals folded into clouds, their emerald-like leaves weaving a brocade. From afar, it looked like a sea of ​​flowers.

When the breeze blows gently, waves of flowers spread from the foot of the mountain to the top. Thousands of petals flutter like colorful butterflies, swirling into layers of flower rain in the air. The rich fragrance mixed with spiritual energy blows in your face. This scene is really like a fairyland.

"Are these flowers the enchanting flowers? I didn't expect that there are so many rare flowers that are rarely seen in the outside world here." Mu Qingluan sniffed the floral fragrance in the air and her eyes swept across the sea of ​​flowers on the mountain.

Hua Fei raised a smile and explained, "It's not all bewitching flowers. There are other spiritual plants mixed in here. For example, the 'Intoxicating Orchid' over there can amplify its fragrance to confuse the mind, and the vines of the 'Confusing Vine' can interfere with the consciousness. All kinds of strange flowers complement each other to achieve the effect of psychedelic perception."

"This sea of ​​flowers should be a formation."

Xiao Ling stared at the endless sea of ​​flowers, his eyes showing a hint of depth, and suddenly spoke.

He could clearly sense that there was tremendous energy lurking in this gorgeous sea of ​​flowers. The petals fluttering in the air seemed to be flying randomly, but in fact they were following some mysterious trajectory.

The dancing trajectories of the flowers in each area subtly resonate with the energy of heaven and earth, and are clearly carefully designed formation patterns.

"Master Xiao Ling has a good eye. He saw the clues at a glance. It would be difficult for an ordinary high-level Dou Zun to detect the secret of the formation here."

Upon hearing this, Hua Fei smiled brightly and nodded her head:

"The formation here is the protective formation of our Flower Sect. If you don't have a way to enter, you will only get lost in this sea of ​​flowers. If no one leads you, you will never get out. However, for someone with a strong soul power like Master Xiao Ling, you can use some tricks to avoid being trapped."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling just smiled faintly and did not respond much.

With his means, breaking the formation would be a piece of cake, and escaping from it would be even easier.

But he had no intention of lingering on this topic. His eyes swept across the surging sea of ​​flowers, and he nodded to Hua Fei and said, "In that case, I'll have to trouble you to lead the way, young lady."

"Master Xiao Ling, you are too polite. This is my job. Please follow me, both of you."

Before she finished her words, Hua Fei had already rushed into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

Her flight trajectory was quite peculiar. It was not straight forward, but rather meandering along an arc with some implicit regularity, and every turn just happened to avoid the trajectory of falling petals.

Although Mu Qingluan and Xiao Ling felt something was amiss, they did not stop and followed closely along her route. They saw that the petals that seemed to be dancing randomly automatically made way for the three people the moment they passed by, like a bead curtain being fiddled with by an invisible hand, closing up behind them to form an impenetrable flower curtain.

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At the end of this sea of ​​flowers, there lies a majestic mountain range, with clouds and mist wrapped around the peaks like a veil, and brightly colored spiritual flowers dotted in between.

On the steep and rugged mountain walls, pavilions with flying eaves and brackets stand in an orderly manner. Occasionally, a graceful figure passes by, and the faint sound of women's laughter and whispers can be heard in the wind.

In the center of the mountain range, a main peak rises from the ground, and the mountain is as wide as a giant whale lying down.

The top of the peak is as smooth as a whetstone and has been opened up into a huge bluestone square. The ground is carved with intricate petal patterns, and spiritual plants emitting strange fragrance grow in the cracks.

Magnificent palaces are stacked up along the mountainside. The vermilion columns and glazed tiles complement each other in the sun. The wind chimes hanging on the eaves ring gently in the mountain breeze, startling a few colorful butterflies that flutter their wings and fly over the sea of ​​flowers.

The square at this moment is decorated in a particularly solemn and magnificent manner.

The bluestone floor is covered with freshly picked white orchids. Each petal has been carefully trimmed, and the edges glow with a soft fluorescence, forming a "Hundred Flowers Paying Homage to the Emperor" pattern that symbolizes the inheritance of the flower clan.

In the center of the square stands a three-meter-high flower column, made up of thousands of spiritual flowers stacked together, from the inky night-blooming lilies at the bottom to the golden peonies at the top, layer upon layer like a burning waterfall of flowers, the rich fragrance mixed with a clear spiritual energy that makes people's hearts shocked.

In the circular corridors surrounding the square, seats have been arranged according to the status of the guests.

The screen behind the main seat is carved from a whole piece of jade and is engraved with portraits of successive leaders of the Hua Sect.

On the guest seats, invited guests from all over were either sitting or standing, their gorgeous clothes and utensils complementing each other.

An old man in a purple robe from the Fenglei Pavilion was talking in a low voice with the envoy from the Glacier Valley. Further away, on the cloud pattern mat, one could even see a few old men from the Wanjian Pavilion wearing bamboo hats. The gauze curtains hanging from the eaves faintly revealed the cold sword intent.

Obviously, today's ceremony of handing over the clan leader has already attracted various forces from the mainland to watch.

At the same time, in a pavilion deep in Hua Zong, two white-haired women sat opposite each other.

The woman on the left is wearing a pink and white wide-sleeved fairy skirt with a layer of thin gauze as light as a cicada's wing over it. The neckline and cuffs are embroidered with lifelike patterns of Epiphyllums, and the edges of the petals are outlined with gold thread. As she raises her hand to fiddle with the jade hairpin on her temples, the silver stamens on the hem of the skirt begin to glow.

Her temperament was as clear as morning dew, but there was a sense of tranquility hidden in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. In her palm was a jade teacup with three or two lavender petals floating in the cup. The fragrance of tea mixed with the fragrance of snow plum in her hair lingered in the pavilion.

The woman on the right is wearing a more simple-looking cross-collared skirt with twined lotus flowers embroidered on the hem. She has a sash made of white jade pieces in the shape of petals tied around her waist, and the hanging tassels are adorned with a few sparkling pearls.

Her silver hair was loosely tied up with a rosewood hairpin engraved with a picture of hundreds of flowers. The remaining hair cascaded over her shoulders like moonlight, and her temperament was as gentle as pear blossoms reflected in spring water.

If you look closely, you will find that the faces of these two white-haired women are surprisingly similar, with the same distant mountain eyebrows, almond eyes, and beautiful noses, and the same slightly upturned curves at the corners of their eyes.

However, the cinnabar mole at the end of the eye of the woman on the left makes her more lively, while the flower ornament between the eyebrows of the woman on the right makes her look gentle. The two temperaments of coldness and gentleness collide in similar outlines, like two postures of the same flower, one is a dewy winter plum blossom, and the other is a water lily reflecting its reflection in the water.

One is as cold as frost and snow, the other is as gentle as spring water, yet they are inexplicably harmonious. When they sit side by side, they look like two petals picked from the same flower, each with its own charm and complementing each other.

"Sister, I'm afraid that Hua Jin will attack us today." Han Xue looked at Han Yue opposite her, her fingertips gently stroking the edge of the teacup, "Just got the news that the Demon Flower Evil Monarch of Tianming Sect has arrived at Hua Sect. Today's handover ceremony... I'm afraid there will be changes."

Han Yue lowered her eyes and fiddled with the pages of the book in her hand. When she heard this, she raised her eyes, her gaze as calm as a deep pool: "She has always regarded herself as the next leader of the Flower Sect. Now that she has the support of the Demon Flower Evil Lord, she will naturally force the emperor to abdicate in front of everyone. But this position of leader..."

Her fingertips brushed across the long sword on the table, the blade glowing coldly under the candlelight, "We must not let someone who sells out the interests of the sect take it away..."

Chapter 592 Xiao Ling Arrives at the Flower Sect Competition

On the bluestone square, the bright sun at noon gradually rose high in the sky. Guests from all directions took their seats one after another. The seats under the circular corridor were soon filled up. Even the outer stone steps were filled with people standing in layers. The gorgeous clothes and brocades and weapons and ornaments complemented each other, and the noise was buzzing like a swarm of bees flapping their wings.