Mo Heyu glanced at the golden butterfly perched on Mu Qing's neck, its wings fluttering slightly.

After recognizing that this small golden butterfly was the ancient Illusionary Golden Butterfly, described in ancient books as small and beautiful but actually extremely fierce.

Mo Heyu couldn't help but wonder if the records in the ancient books were wrong, or if there was something unusual about the young man in blue.

Mo Heyu moved closer to Mu Qing and asked curiously, "My name is Mo Heyu. May I ask how this fellow Daoist is addressed?"

Mu Qing looked at Mo Heyu, who was dressed in a royal blue robe, with gentle eyes and a curious expression, and said with a smile, "Friend Mo, I am Mu Qing and he is Murong Yu."

Suddenly, the fire phoenix on Mu Qing's shoulder spoke up: "I am Lord Fire Wind."

Mo Heyu glanced at the little crow on Mu Qing's shoulder, her smile faltering for a moment before returning to its usual calm. She readily agreed, saying, "It's a fire phoenix, a very nice name."

Upon hearing this, Fire Phoenix raised its little head high and said with a smug look, "You little rascal, you do have some eye for talent. Not bad, not bad, you have a bright future."

Mo Heyu: "..."

Jian Wuqing held his sword with both arms, dressed in white that was as pure as snow, and was both cold and handsome.

His silver hair was tied up high, and his aura was frosty and snowy. He was not interested in the spirit beasts surrounding Mu Qing, but he was quite interested in Murong Yu.

Murong Yu had clearly also cultivated the sword heart, and his body was brimming with sword intent.

Although he had deliberately concealed his sword intent, it was still easily detected by Jian Wuqing, a sword cultivator who was extremely sensitive to sword energy and sword intent.

Jian Wuqing could no longer detect Murong Yu's cultivation level.

However, he assumed that the other party had used some kind of treasure to conceal their cultivation level, and did not consider that the other party's cultivation level might have already surpassed his own.

After all, the last time they met, the other party was only at the Golden Core stage, and less than a year had passed.

"Perhaps the other party has already reached the early or middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm," Jian Wuqing thought to herself.

Jian Wuqing was unaware that Murong Yu had obtained an immense opportunity: the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor.

Not only did he consume the ninth-grade spiritual ginseng, but he also successfully comprehended the laws of space with the help of the "Ten Thousand Laws Manual" and the space stone offered by the book spirit.

In addition, the top floor of the Trial Tower where Murong Yu cultivated not only had a supply of spiritual energy equivalent to immortal spiritual energy.

Moreover, the flow of time inside is different from the flow of time outside.

One day inside is equivalent to one month outside. Murong Yu cultivated inside for several months, which is equivalent to more than ten years in the outside world.

Jian Wuqing introduced himself expressionlessly: "Jian Wuqing."

Murong Yu: "Murong Yu."

He paused, then added, "Nice to meet you."

Jian Wuqing nodded and said, "Let's have a fight after this is over."

Upon hearing this, Mo Heyu knew that Jian Wuqing had encountered a promising swordsman and wanted to spar with him.

Worried that Murong Yu might misunderstand, he quickly explained, "What Wuqing means is that after we've resolved the matter in Lost Soul Town, we can spar a bit with each other."

Jian Wuqing nodded seriously and agreed, "Yes."

Perhaps because he was too excited about the upcoming sword sparring, Jian Wuqing got so excited that a wisp of his spiritual energy leaked out, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop several degrees instantly.

Upon noticing this, Jian Wuqing quickly concealed his aura and said, "I'm sorry."

As she spoke, she looked at Mu Qing, who had no cultivation, and seeing that he was not acting strangely, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.