Hua Yue looked confidently at the position where the so-called fairy was about to appear. She didn't believe that anyone could be more outstanding than her except for the Flower Goddess from that day!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, something unexpected happened. A beam of red light descended from the sky and shone on the altar. Then, a woman dressed in a robe of seven hundred feathers descended from the sky. Her face was covered with a light veil, and her figure was enchanting and alluring!

Wow! A fairy has descended to earth!

"She's a real fairy!"

"Quickly kneel and worship the fairy!"

Everyone knelt down on the ground.

Hua Yue stared intently at the woman who had descended from the sky onto the stage. For some reason, she felt no sense of incongruity when the Flower Goddess who had appeared before her called her a fairy. But she felt no goodwill towards this graceful woman; in fact, she felt a sense of fear and oppression.

A smile graced her face beneath the veil. Xian'er smiled slightly, raised her hand to sound the war drum, and with a wave of her hand, she held two swords in her hands, beginning her sword dance to worship the gods!

She seemed like a colorful butterfly dancing, yet she gave the impression of weaving through a thicket of thorns.

"Is she a goddess?" Mulan asked, frowning as she looked at Xian'er on the platform from a distance.

Mo Li and Mo Chen exchanged a silent glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Not hearing a reply from Mo Li and Mo Chen, Hua Mulan narrowed her eyes and coldly said, "I don't think she's worthy!"

Looking into Mulan's pure and untainted eyes, Mo Li grasped her hand and smiled slightly, "You are the goddess in my heart, she cannot compare to you!"

Hua Mulan blushed, glanced at Mo Li, and didn't say anything.

As the music ended and the dance stopped, Xian'er waved her hand again, the two swords in her hands had already disappeared. Looking at the people who worshipped her, she couldn't help but sneer: Mortals are just mortals. They use a few tricks to believe in so-called gods. What a bunch of ignorant people!

But looking around, I found that there were still people standing there.

Standing closest to me was a beautiful and charming woman, dressed in an elegant feathered robe, radiating her charm like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, vying with me for beauty!

"How interesting!" Xian'er squinted at Hua Yue and couldn't help but smile.

She gracefully walked up to Huayue and said, "Miss, have you come to enjoy my dance?"

Hua Yue raised her head and looked up at Xian'er, who was standing on the sacrificial altar looking down at her. She spoke confidently, "Your dance is beautiful, and your eyes are expressive, but you have not shown the slightest intention to pray for the people. This sacrificial dance is just a game to you!"

Xian'er smiled and said, "So, little sister, you can do better than me?"

Hua Yue nodded without hesitation, "That's right! I can be better than you!"

Xian'er squinted at Hua Yue and said, "Since that's the case, why don't you dance another sacrificial dance for the gods? The gods above will not refuse your wishes."

Hua Yue looked at Xian'er, not expecting her to agree to let her go on stage. She calmly said, "My name is Hua Yue. I was the one who performed the sacrificial dance for the gods for two years."

"You can just call me Xian'er," Xian'er said with a slight smile.

Hua Yue nodded. "In that case, Hua Yue will make a fool of herself."

As everyone watched, Huayue walked onto the stage. Without any musicians or dancers accompanying her, she simply ascended the altar.

"Will she be alright on her own?" Mo Chen asked with some concern.

"No problem." Wang Qiankun's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Why are you here? Are you feeling better?" Mo Chen asked with a worried expression.

Wang Qiankun waved his hand, his gaze falling on Hua Yue. "I thought she would be the one in the limelight on the day of the sacrificial ceremony, but I didn't expect someone to dare to openly disrupt her event today."

Wang Qiankun squinted at Xian'er, his gaze turning icy.

Mo Li's Painting Soul Eyes smiled as she looked at the Love Thread on Wang Qiankun's hand: This guy is quite the wife-protecting maniac! Perhaps I should help them this time!

Mo Li moved swiftly, leaping onto the sacrificial altar and landing right beside Xian'er. The latter was startled, staring at Mo Li in shock, stunned by his beauty.

“Miss Huayue, how about I become your musician?” Mo Li said, taking out his jade flute.

Hua Yue smiled and nodded at Mo Li, "Thank you, Young Master Mo."

Mo Li's sudden entrance surprised everyone; her stunning beauty even surpassed the aura of Hua Yue and Xian'er.

"Wow, he's so handsome! Whose son is he? I want to marry him!"

"Father, I want to marry this young master. Please help me propose!"

"This...this is not the kind of thing where the woman proposes marriage..."

"I don't care, I don't care, I'm going to marry him!"

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"This guy actually jumped out without wearing a mask!" Mulan said angrily when she saw the many girls in the audience having their hearts flutter.

Wang Qiankun shook his head and said, "Young Master Mo is helping Hua Yue, but he is also worried that Xian'er might harm Hua Yue."

Hua Mulan glanced at Xian'er, frowned slightly, and a thought struck her, making her puzzled: "For some reason, I always feel that she is very familiar..."

The flute music was melodious, and Huayue's figure moved. She was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, noble and beautiful, captivating all who beheld her.

Xian'er squinted at Hua Yue on the stage. The hidden spiritual energy in her sleeves stirred slightly, and a strong wind suddenly came. Mo Li was stunned for a moment. Hua Yue on the stage suddenly exclaimed. Her feathered robe was blown away by the wind, and the noble peacock looked like a plucked pheasant!

"Ah!" Just as Huayue's feather robe was blown away by the wind, her foot slipped, and she fell towards the altar.

Wang Qiankun rushed out immediately, grabbed Hua Yue in his arms, and without thinking, draped his robe over her shoulders.

Hua Yue lowered her head as if she had done something wrong, and dared not speak in front of Wang Qiankun.

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