It was Mo Qingkuang. He stared coldly at Song Qian, and his palm ached.
Although Song Qian was arrogant, his strength was true to what he preached. When they exchanged blows, he could feel the weight of Song Qian's palm as though it was as hard as iron.
Even with Mo Qingkuang's god-tier cultivation technique protecting him and his deep foundation, he did not gain much of an advantage.
"Who are you?" Song Qian said spitefully. He was shocked and furious at this stranger's appearance. He was just a step away from lifting the Ninth Princess' veil and seeing the face that was praised by the entire Tianxuan.
He didn't know where this person came from, and what was alarming was the fact that he remained unharmed despite receiving his angry palm strike. He hugged a woman, but the distance from the force he took wasn't as far as the distance he retreated.
Zhong Nian, who had been paying attention to Mo Qingkuang at the entrance of the hall, was stunned.
Was this a genius nurtured by some reclusive clan? That guy was able to fight Song Qian and even had the upper hand!
So he really was a genius who qualified to compete with Song Qian...
"Kuang Qing? You have a place on the Young Qirin Ranking!"
In the hall, Mo Qingkuang laughed and said in a relaxed manner, "As for me, I'm a hero who saves a damsel in distress."
"A hero saving a damsel in distress? What kind of hero hides his face?" Song Qian sneered. "Where are the disciples of the Origin Sword Sect? Surround him!"
Many disciples of the Origin Sword Sect gathered around Song Qian. They had the advantage in numbers and formed a circle around him.
"If you have the guts, take off your bamboo hat! Let us witness the 'hero'!" Song Qian was relieved.
Han Yan'er had many members of the Imperial Clan behind her. Nearly a hundred people gathered, and the two sides once again formed a confrontation.
"I once swore that I would marry anyone who saw my face. You want to marry me? No, no, I'm not into men," Mo Qingkuang shook his head, pretending to be troubled.
Everyone burst into laughter, but when they saw Song Qian's furious expression, they could only suppress their laughter.
His ten years of playboy life were even better than Song Qian's. His skills had long surpassed Mo Fan's.
However, it was fine for him to insult others, but he accidentally poked the Ninth Princess Han Yan'er's sore spot.
'What do you mean? You can't differentiate between friend and foe! You even mocked me for coming? Don't you know that Song Qian almost became her husband in name because of this oath?'
'Don't think that you can be disrespectful just because you saved me a few moments ago! I am the Ninth Princess of Tianxuan!'
Han Yan'er glared at Mo Qingkuang and said weakly, "How long do you want to hug me?"
When Mo Qingkuang heard this, he realized that his hand was still wrapped around Han Yan'er's slender waist. Through his fingertips and her dress, he could feel a slither of smoothness. Because he was too close, he could smell her delicate fragrance, surprising his system.
He quickly let go and said in a low voice without much respect, "I'm sorry, it's urgent."
"Humph!" Han Yan'er rolled her eyes at him again and took out a pill from her bosom. She quickly recovered.
Hearing Mo Qingkuang's teasing, Song Qian was extremely furious and was about to flare up.
"Senior Brother Song, this person is that love-struck fool who goes around picking flowers! He was the one who colluded with Lin Yang to injure me and even said that you were not to be feared!"
Zhuang Fan, who had brought people to block the way and was later injured by Lin Yang, had finally caught up to him. Lin Yang had yet to return to the hall. He vented all his anger on the bamboo hat guy.
Everyone turned to look at Mo Qingkuang. He was dressed in black and had a mask on his face. Behind him was a large bouquet of flowers tied to his waist. As expected, he was exactly like the rumored "love-struck" guy.
Han Yan'er also noticed the flowers on Mo Qingkuang's back and said in surprise, "So you're that complete idiot."
It turned out that Mo Qingkuang was the "Flower Addict" that he couldn't summon and even ganged up with Lin Yang to injure his subordinate!
Song Qian could hardly contain his anger. He gritted his teeth and stared at Han Yan'er as he said in a deep voice, "Ninth Princess, this person has humiliated me! Let's put today's fight aside for the time being. I'll also give this Bottle-Breaking Pill to you! As long as you don't interfere in the matter between me and him!"
As long as Han Yan'er agreed, he would immediately lead his followers of the Origin Sword Sect to capture Mo Qingkuang.
Han Yan'er looked at Mo Qingkuang, only to see that he did not move at all. He looked indifferent as if he did not care if she would betray him.
How could she have known that Mo Fan had already told Mo Qingkuang that Han Yan'er valued relationships very much. He had saved her life, and she was loyal to her chastity. How could she repay kindness with ingratitude?
Han Yan'er did not disappoint Mo Fan. She said coldly, "Then you humiliated me! How should I settle the score with you? The person who saved my life just now is a friend of my Imperial Clan. My family doesn't have the habit of betraying our friends!"
"Good! If you save the Ninth Princess, you will be our friend!" The people from the Imperial Clan also shouted out in anger.
…
Meanwhile, Lin Yang and Chu Yanran arrived late at the hall entrance. They searched through the ten flower halls but found that one of the flower fields had been destroyed, so they had to resentfully come to the main hall.
The sudden scene in front of them made them confused.
"Friend, did you just arrive?" Zhong Nian's eyes lit up when he saw Lin Yang and his friend. He took out some money and greeted them.
"Hi, I'm Lin Yang of the Origin Sword Sect. What's going on in the hall?" Lin Yang cupped his fists and asked.
"Well…." Zhong Nian hesitated for a moment and made his signature gesture.
Chu Yanran took out a large ingot of silver, about twenty taels, and threw it to Zhong Nian. She said disdainfully, "Hurry up and tell us!"
Zhong Nian smiled awkwardly, "Hehe."
"Whatever you two want to know, I will tell you everything I know!"
"What happened in the hall?" Lin Yang frowned and asked.
"That is a long story…"
"Then make it short!"
"Alright, alright! Let's start from the fight between your Origin Sword Sect's eldest senior brother, Song Qian, and the ninth princess, Han Yan'er, for the Barrier Breaking Pill…"
Zhong Nian retold how Song Qian and Han Yan'er fight over the Bottle-Breaking Pill. How Han Yan'er had failed and was pushed into a corner. Just as Zhong Nian was about to unveil her veil, Mo Qingkuang appeared out of nowhere and saved her.
Mo Qingkuang and Song Qian exchanged palm strikes and even had the upper hand. As he spoke, Zhong Nian had already revealed Mo Qingkuang's alias.
"So his name is Kuang Qing. He's so powerful that he's able to fight Song Qian without losing," Lin Yang muttered.
Unbeknownst to him that later in the near future, he would be like Mo Qingkuang, using clumsy methods to travel the martial world under the alias of Yang Lin.
"Brother Lin! Do you know Kuang Qing? I heard from your Origin Sword Sect's Zhuang Fan that you and Kuang Qing worked together to injure him," Zhong Nian suddenly recalled and connected Zhuang Fan's words to Lin Yang's name.
"Zhuang Fan? Do we still need to join forces to hurt him?" Lin Yang sneered and didn't care.
"Yanran, let's go and join in the fun. Since he came, how could he not get anything? The first inner disciple spot will be mine!"
Then, he brought Chu Yanran into the hall.