At the hall's exit was a map of the entire underground palace. This underground palace had a central main hall surrounded by ten flower halls.
The path wasn't complicated. People could even say that it's quite simple. As long as one followed the route map, they could go to any hall they wanted, including the main hall! No obstructions blocking the way.
Mo Qingkuang played the role of a love-struck fool as he walked around the various flower halls to pick flowers. He didn't care at all. The main hall was already in a fierce battle over pills, secret treasures, spiritual herbs, and so on.
Under Mo Fan's 'kind' reminder, he even destroyed a flower garden, leaving nothing behind. Because the ancestor told him that Lin Yang was also picking flowers.
....
Then, Mo Qingkuang bumped into Lin Yang and Chu Yanran in the sixth hall.
Chu Yanran was wearing a garland made of colorful flowers on her head. She was jumping around in the sea of flowers like a happy elf.
Seeing the bouquet of flowers in Mo Qingkuang's hands, she asked curiously, "Hey friend, why are you picking so many flowers instead of looking for King Nian Hua's inheritance?"
Lin Yang also looked at him curiously.
Mo Qingkuang's eyes revealed a fierce light. He exerted strength with his knuckles and twisted the flower branch in his hand.
"Don't be rash," Mo Fan reminded him in a low voice, "Lin Yang still has a backup plan. You can't deal with him now."
Mo Qingkuang took a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers in the hall quietly calmed the ruthlessness in his heart.
"I like flowers," He said in a higher pitch tone, disguising his voice, "I heard that King Nian Hua views flowers like his life, so I came here to admire them."
"You... Are you here just to admire the flowers? Not to treasure hunt?" Lin Yang gulped. Does such a weirdo exist in this world?
"Aren't you also picking flowers? I didn't see you fighting."
As soon as Chu Yanran heard that this stranger loved flowers, she unconsciously had a good impression of him, "Ah, we're also people who love flowers. We don't want to fight to the death. Isn't that right, Brother Lin Yang?"
Lin Yang smiled awkwardly and nodded.
Mo Qingkuang looked coldly at the two people who were gradually warming up to him. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know Lin Yang's current strength, Mo Qingkuang would have beaten this adulterous couple to death on the spot.
It was not good to expose his intent now, so he deliberately said happily, "Is that so? Then we're really kindred spirits."
"Lin Yang, this person is strange," An old voice rose in Lin Yang's mind.
"What? What's wrong?" Lin Yang asked quietly.
"This person is about the same age as you, and his strength has already reached the Martial Master realm. He has an extraordinary talent. He is definitely not like a person who is tired of martial arts!"
"Furthermore, people who love flowers generally have good looks and excellent temperament. Beneath his bamboo hat, he had a dark expression on his face, and he was dressed in black cloth. He did not look like a young master from an aristocratic family at all! Moreover, he is hiding his face, his words were far-fetched, there must be something this kid is hiding," The Alchemist Saint said calmly.
He was an old fox who had lived for god knows how many years. How could Lin Yang and the other children hide things from him?
As the top alchemist in the Everfrozen Continent, his soul power was far beyond that of ordinary people. If it wasn't for the powerful effect of the Divine Level Make-up Technique Mo Qingkuang was using, he would have recognized the truth at first glance.
"He seems to know something and I'm always right. King Nian Hua's inheritance test must be related to flowers. You go and get some information. Also, pay close attention to his demeanor. He had a killing intent towards you for just a moment."
The Saint Alchemist continued. Lin Yang was able to accompany Chu Yanran to pick flowers not because he was seduced by lust, but because of the Saint Alchemist's advice, so Lin Yang could look for clues in the flowers.
To a large extent, Chu Yanran was just a cover for him.
Lin Yang pondered for a while and smiled as he spoke, "Friend, may I know your name? We're both flower lovers, so why don't we put down our cloaks and be friends?"
Had he been discovered? Or was he suspecting him? Mo Qingkuang could not help but panic.
"The old man in his ring must have noticed something strange. Don't panic. We're just strangers. There's no need to panic," Mo Fan said, immediately noticing that it was because of the Saint Alchemist.
"We met by chance, there's no need for all this. The flowers of this palace haven't been plucked yet," Mo Qingkuang tried his best not to let his voice waver. He subconsciously glanced at the gray ring on Lin Yang's left middle finger.
"You're being pretentious. When we're out on this land, safety comes first. Who knows, there might be enemies in this tomb?" Lin Yang was unwilling to give in and closed in.
His hatred did not only stop at just enemies, but to killing, stealing people's future wives, and destroying his clan! This guy could be that person!
"You are overthinking things," Mo Qingkuang shook his head and continued to pick flowers.
Chu Yanran was speechless when she saw the two of them suddenly being at heads with each other. She could only smooth things over, "Alright, we are all flower lovers."
Lin Yang was about to ask more when he was interrupted by six or seven disciples of the Origin Sword Sect who suddenly rushed in.
"Is that the flower addict who goes around picking flowers?" An Origin Sword Sect disciple asked as he pointed at Mo Qingkuang. His name was Zhuang Fan, a peak Martial Artist. He was considered one of the top disciples among the new disciples.
"It's him. He's hiding his face and showing his tail. His behavior is strange," A disciple behind him replied.
"Oh? Brother Lin and Sister Chu are here too? Do you know each other?" Zhuang Fan asked.
Chu Yanran was about to answer when Lin Yang interrupted, "We don't know him."
Zhuang Fan was a disciple recruited by Xuannan City. He was a genius from a small family and was good at making connections. Long before he entered the sect, he had already submitted to Song Qian, who had the highest cultivation in this batch and followed his lead.
Song Qian was also a disciple of Xuannan City. His status was equivalent to Mo Qingkuang's before he "died", and his talent was even better.
He was a grade-two Martial Master at such a young age, and all the new disciples fawned over him as the current Eldest Senior Brother. His Innate Ability should be between Earth-Grade and Heaven-Grade.
Lin Yang didn't want to bow down to Song Qian, so he didn't. Song Qian's subordinates didn't have a good expressions on their faces either. However, he was a little unhappy with Chu Yanran, who was shining beside Lin Yang.
"That's good," Zhuang Fan nodded and led the few Origin Sword Sect disciples whose cultivation bases were mostly grade-eight and nine Martial Artists towards Mo Qingkuang, forming a faint encirclement.
"What can I do for you?"
"Senior Brother Song wants to see you. Come with us." Zhuang Fan said with a fake smile.
Mo Qingkuang pondered for a while and pretended to be troubled, "But I haven't finished picking all the flowers in this place. Why don't I go and visit after I finish picking them?"
"Presumptuous! Senior Brother Song wants to see you. This is an opportunity that you have cultivated for so many lifetimes! You still dare to make excuses?" One of the disciples immediately shouted and even pulled out his sword to threaten.
"You're too kind. I don't know your Senior Brother Song. May I ask why he wants to see me?" Mo Qingkuang took a step back and assumed a posture that he could attack at any time.
He still tried his best not to make a move. The few small fries in front of him did not pose a threat to him, but Lin Yang was beside them, so he had to be wary.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just go when I tell you to! Otherwise, we'll carry you there! If we let our brothers carry you over, you'll have to stretch your muscles with us first!" Zhuang Fan shouted impatiently, and the disciples started to approach Mo Qingkuang.