"Senior, is there any danger in King Luo Ye's tomb?" Mo Qingkuang couldn't help but ask.
"Danger? A narrow escape! Luo Ye is different from me. I love flowers all my life, never intent on killing. Luo Ye, on the other hand, has been my enemy all my life. Wherever he goes, he kills. His tomb naturally won't be as beautiful as mine," King Nian Hua sneered.
"Then… Senior, can I not go? This inheritor's strength is too low, so I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to take up the task." Mo Qingkuang was someone who had died once, so of course he cherished his life.
"Not going? Alright, as long as you can restrain yourself from practicing the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror. The Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror is actually an incomplete book. There are still some important parts that are in Luo Ye's hands. If you cultivate this incomplete manual, its power will naturally be quite powerful. However, it will leave behind very serious aftereffects."
"What side effects?"
"For example, the tendons in your hands will break, or your Dantian is shattered," King Nian Hua smiled faintly.
"Qingkuang, promise him. I know about the Fallen Leaf Royal Mausoleum," Mo Fan's voice suddenly rang out.
Mo Qingkuang was surprised when he heard his Ancestor's voice and quickly checked if King Nian Hua was acting strangely. He realized that he did not hear him.
"Ancestor, do you know the secret of the Fallen Leaves Royal Tomb? Then, do you know how to solve the hidden danger of the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror?"
"I don't know." Mo Fan denied, "We have to go to the Fallen Leaves Royal Tomb. This is a hidden danger left behind by King Nian Hua. That's why he died early."
King Nian Hua and King Luo Ye only had two lines in his book. The two of them were from the same sect and were brothers. They cultivated the Flower-Pinching Treasure Mirror and the Fallen Leaf Heart Sutra respectively. In fact, the two techniques were actually two parts of a Heaven Rank martial technique.
Originally, in his novel, Lin Yang had obtained these two books and fused them into a heaven-tier martial technique, Flying Flowers and Falling Leaves. He relied on this ability to repeatedly defeat powerful enemies of a higher level.
Therefore, Mo Fan was very clear about the Fallen Leaves Royal Tomb. Even if King Nian Hua did not request this to Mo Qingkuang, when he arrived at the Central Plains, Mo Fan would still guided him to the tomb.
To be honest, he was also having a headache. As an author, he only knew the names of the cultivation techniques and martial techniques that he had designed, but he did not know any of the details. After coming to this world, other than the God-tier cultivation technique, Violent Wind Falling Leaves Technique, that the system had rewarded him with, there was nothing else he could teach Mo Qingkuang.
In this aspect, he might not even be as good as the old Alchemist Saint in Lin Yang's ring. That old man was a native of this world and was once the number one alchemist on the continent.
The cultivation methods and martial techniques in his hands were endless, and they were all good goods that were at least at the high level of the Mystic Rank. Who wouldn't fawn over them?
Mo Fan could only sigh when he saw the items that King Nian Hua had given Lin Yang.
As expected of the main character he had gathered all the plane's luck under his pen. He had just stolen a little of his fortune, and King Nian Hua still had to compensate him eagerly.
Not only did Lin Yang gain something from this trip to the Flower-Plucking Mausoleum, but he was also the person who gained the most after Mo Qingkuang!
Mo Fan really regretted not writing a book about torturing his main characters. Lin Yang's luck was so heaven-defying, it would be too difficult to fight him in the future.
"Alright then, I'll agree," Mo Qingkuang felt relieved after knowing that the Ancestor knew what was going on.
"Senior, I agree to your request. When I find the Fallen Leaves Royal Tomb, I will try my best to destroy it! I'll relieve the hatred in your heart."
"Alright, I won't force you. In all honesty, as long as you don't cultivate my Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror, you'll be fine even if you don't go." King Nian Hua was calm and composed as if he wasn't surprised that Mo Qingkuang would agree.
"Senior, you must be joking. The Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror is so powerful, who would be willing to put it down and not practice it?" Mo Qingkuang laughed awkwardly.
"Alright, my remnants won't last long. An ordinary man has no responsibility, but he is guilty of holding a treasure. I believe there will be many people coveting the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror you carry now. So, I will help you one last time."
King Nian Hua's faint voice gradually faded away.
The light in the hall was so bright that Mo Qingkuang looked like a dazzling light bulb.
Everyone covered their eyes, not daring to look at him directly.
After a long time, the light faded away, and there, where Mo Qingkuang once stood, was empty.
"Where is he? Has he become a living person?" Everyone rubbed their eyes and realized that they were not seeing things. Even though Mo Qingkuang was just a teenager, his figure was still big. Yet he had disappeared under everyone's watchful eyes.
"He's probably been sent away by the king of flowers. Lin Yang, Kuang Qing is already one step ahead of you. You can't slack off now. At this rate, he will be your greatest opponent!" The Alchemist Saint said solemnly.
"Of course, I desire worthy opponents. He isn't like Mo Qingkuang. That kid was just a show-off." Lin Yang nodded firmly.
'Although I don't know where you went, I have a feeling that we will meet again and the next time we meet, I won't let you get the upper hand!' He secretly swore in his heart.
"Alright, this king's inheritance has been decided. It's time to truly rest. You may leave," King Nian Hua's voice was no longer clear, and it carried an unconcealable feebleness.
Everyone looked at the throne. The flowers had withered, and the body that was moving freely had fallen on the throne. It no longer radiated with light.
The king of a generation had finally come to an end today.
The disciples who had reported this to the sect masters could only sigh. They had intended for Kuang Qing to hand over the Flower-Pinching Treasure Mirror, even if they had to resort to force.
King Nian Hua truly cherished his inheritor. He must have sent Kuang Qing away to avoid this very scheme. Once he left, how would they be able to find him?
"Kuang Qing…" Han Yan'er softly muttered Mo Qingkuang's alias and the corner of her mouth pulled out a different kind of smile. Unfortunately, no one had the chance to appreciate this beautiful sight that was hidden under the veil.
"Let's go," With Han Yan'er's order, the members of the Imperial Clan followed her out of the mausoleum.
This time, thanks to the help of the Great Elder and the Bottle-Breaking Pill, the Imperial Clan's harvest was comparable to the harvest of the entire Origin Sword Sect that Lin Yang had.
It allowed the Imperial Clan, who had always been weak in front of the four great sects, to hold their heads high.
"Brother Lin Yang, let's go too," Chu Yanran looked strangely at Lin Yang, who was staring at the spot where Mo Qingkuang had disappeared.
Her intuition told her that Lin Yang and Kuang Qing would-be rivals for a long time.
....
Mo Qingkuang once again felt a sense of weightlessness. After a moment of dizziness, he appeared in a forest.
He shook his head to dispel the dizziness. He looked up and found a stretch of tents on the other side of the mountain. It was very familiar.
It was the entrance to the Flower King Mausoleum.
It turned out that King Nian Hua had sent him out.
That was good. If he was targeted by those sects with ulterior motives, it would be difficult for him to escape.
"Let's go to the Central Plains. This year's Martial Arts Examination was about to begin, so you had to prepare early."
"Yes, Ancestor."