This senior was a powerful being in the Spirit Transformation Stage, and his bones contained vast spiritual power. However, once the spiritual power was completely devoured, the dry bones would turn into a pile of ashes and scatter with the wind.

Before leaving, Luo Jianqing knelt before the blood-stained letter and kowtowed three times, swearing to himself, "Today, I, Luo Jianqing, will destroy your remains, but if I have the chance, I will definitely help you find your descendants and protect them."

The senior's surname was Mo, and a branch of the Mo family was exiled to the cold desert. According to Wei Qiongyin, they had been exiled for tens of thousands of years.

If this is true, then Mo Qiu is probably the descendant of that predecessor.

Although all this happened in a past life, Luo Jianqing still couldn't forget that it was the remains of his predecessor that gave him a chance to live, that it was they who gave him the chance to escape the valley. Asking Mo Qiu to apologize to Jie Zizhuo and Taihua Mountain was one thing, but he also wanted to repay his predecessor's kindness.

"But... I don't know who took away those magic weapons and elixirs in the blood letter..."

"What are you talking about, little beauty?"

Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned. When he looked up, he saw Mo Qiu lying on the bed, looking at him with a smile. Her beautiful face was full of smiles, but that smile made Luo Jianqing feel strange. He always felt that the other person didn't look at him as a peer, but as a junior.

However, according to the calculation of mortals, Luo Jianqing is more than ten years younger than Mo Qiu, which can be considered a generation difference.

Luo Jianqing didn't answer. He closed his eyes and said, "Friend Mo, are you going to enter the Flowing Flame Valley?"

Mo Qiu said with a grin, "Why, you want to go in too? That's right, now that Liuyan Valley is open, how can we not go to Taihua Mountain?"

Luo Jianqing asked, "Why don't you go in with the Mo family? I heard that the third son of the Mo family, Mo Feng, is also here this time. He will lead many people from the Mo family in with him."

Mo Qiu did not answer.

But Luo Jianqing had already thought of the answer for him.

Mo Qiu's lineage had been exiled for tens of thousands of years, and he had probably come to Liuyan City secretly this time. The Mo family wouldn't accept him, so he wanted to enter as a casual cultivator.

Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing said, "Friend Mo, why don't you go in with our Taihua Mountain team? Even if you can't get many magic weapons, your chances of survival will be greater."

Mo Qiu smiled lightly and suddenly asked, "Luo Jianqing from Taihua Mountain, why are you so nice to me?"

Luo Jianqing paused in his throat, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Mo Qiu had actually half leaned out of the bed and was looking at him with his eyes bent. The distance between them was less than three inches!

A green light flashed between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows. After a moment, he said, "If you don't want to, then forget it."

Mo Qiu didn't answer immediately. He carefully examined the sword pattern between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows, and finally his gaze stopped at the small cinnabar mole. Mo Qiu asked, "You also have a cinnabar mole between your eyebrows?"

Luo Jianqing said "hmm" softly without explaining.

Mo Qiu looked at it with interest for several times, then finally looked away and said, "As a free cultivator, I'm used to my freedom, so you don't have to worry about me. I think with my late Jindan cultivation, I should have no problem staying alive in Liuyan Valley."

Luo Jianqing did not try to persuade him anymore. The journey was too tiring and he slowly fell asleep.

The next day, as soon as Luo Jianqing opened his eyes, he found that Mo Qiu was no longer in the room. Luo Jianqing picked up a few spirit stones on the table, looked at the paper pressed under the spirit stones, and smiled helplessly.

Did he really think that a few spirit stones could allow Luo Jianqing to sleep on the ground all night?

If it wasn't for repaying the favor of that senior, he would have held Mo Qiu accountable for his words and actions yesterday.

The next day, when everyone was about to enter Liuyan Valley, Wei Qiongyin found Luo Jianqing and told him some information she had found out yesterday.

The Mohist School did have a gifted disciple named Mo Qiu, a member of the lineage exiled to the Cold Desert. Mo Qiu, once he reached the Nascent Soul stage, would have been accepted into the family. He was quite famous among the younger generation of the Mohist School, but he had always lived in the Cold Desert and had never appeared in the Thirty-Six States.

Luo Jianqing thought for a moment and said, "Mo Qiu is about to break through to the Golden Core stage. He must have come to Liuyan Valley to look for an opportunity to break through. Besides, as long as he advances to the Nascent Soul stage, he can stay in the Mo family and no longer have to return to that desolate cold desert."

Wei Qiongyin nodded in agreement.

The disciples of Taihua Mountain were ready to go, and followed Elder Shan to the plain outside Liuyan Valley early in the morning.

At this time, tens of thousands of independent cultivators had already gathered here, and countless small sects had also sent their most elite disciples: they did not seek to obtain great magic weapons, but only to gain a little opportunity.

Led by Elder Shan, Luo Jianqing met with the people from the Four Sects, the Eight Great Families, and the Sixteen Sects. Upon meeting Mo Feng, Luo Jianqing carefully examined him and asked, "Fellow Daoist Mo, do you know Mo Qiu?"

Mo Feng, with a muscular figure, frowned as he spoke, "Mo Qiu is a descendant of our Mo family's branch in the Cold Desert Wasteland. I also heard about his conflict with Fellow Daoist Luo before, and I apologize to Mount Taihua on his behalf. However, I don't know Mo Qiu either. He has been living in the Cold Desert Wasteland before, and this is probably his first time in the Thirty-Six States."

Luo Jianqing nodded.

An hour later, the gap at the gate of Liuyan Valley finally opened to a person's width. Luo Jianqing looked at Li Xiuchen, a disciple of Taihua Mountain, calmly, then narrowed his eyes and flew towards the gate.

At the same time, all the monks present flew towards the gate as fast as they could, as everyone wanted to be the first to enter the Flowing Flame Valley.

Luo Jianqing was the fastest of the group. He darted through the gate in a flash, causing Elder Shan to stroke his beard with pride. A nearby Soul-Breaking Sect elder retorted in dissatisfaction, "You Taihua Mountain people were standing close by, so you were the first to go in. Just wait and see, we from the Soul-Breaking Sect will definitely be the next to go in..."

Before he could finish his words, a blood-red figure flew into the door.

The elder of the Broken Soul Sect opened his mouth in amazement.

Elder Shan of Taihua Mountain was also stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, "This Xuantian Continent truly has hidden depths. Old Liu, I know that man just now was the defeated opponent of our Taihua Mountain's first disciple Luo Jianqing, Mo Qiu, who apologized to Taihua Mountain at the inn just yesterday! Look at you, your Broken Soul Sect can't even defeat a single casual cultivator."

The elder of the Broken Soul Sect twitched his mouth and almost fainted from anger.

Flowing Flame Valley is officially opened, and thousands of monks are rushing in just to fight for the supreme opportunity!