Questions flashed through his mind. Could it be that the one connected to him by blood was actually her? She was the ancestor of the Mu family.
Even Mu Hanyan herself was shocked by this speculation.
Mu Hanyan had previously believed that Xing Tiannu was the ancestor of the Mu family. This idea had already made her blood boil, and now this speculation made her even more excited. Such a peak power, who once looked down on the world and looked down on the mountains and rivers with disdain, such a stunning figure, might have such a relationship with her. How could she not be excited and proud?
However, when Mu Hanyan thought of the mysterious woman who was ambushed and unfortunately died, her heart ached again.
Who was she, and was she related to the Mu family as she had suspected? Who was the person who plotted against her? Mu Hanyan was filled with doubts.
"Senior Qianji, can you figure it out?" Mu Hanyan thought of Xinghuan Qianji again.
Unfortunately, this time, her mind was silent. She didn't know whether Xinghuan Qianji had fallen asleep again or was unable to answer her almost whimsical question.
A glimmer of morning light appeared on the horizon, and Mu Hanyan withdrew her thoughts. Since she couldn't figure it out, why waste her energy? The answer would come sooner or later. This was Miss Mu's usual habit.
Putting aside all those doubts and almost fantastic speculations, the most urgent thing is to work hard to improve her strength and step by step step towards the peak of strength that she longs for.
Hua Yue and others also got up one after another. When Mu Hanyan and others came to the yard, Gu Yushu had already prepared breakfast.
The sound of snoring could still be heard from Gong Hongru's courtyard. It seemed that he had begun his "seclusion" again. Mu Hanyan, realizing Gong Hongru's painstaking efforts towards herself and others, certainly had no complaints.
The others now understood that Gong Hongru's indifference wasn't due to indifference, but rather to his fear of hindering their future pursuit of their own cultivation paths. If they had any questions during their cultivation, they could find the answers in his roomful of books and annotations. Consequently, they felt even more grateful and respectful towards him.
During the meal, Mu Hanyan returned the Yueying Qinglan flowers to everyone one by one. After her explanation, Huayue, Tan Yu and others realized that taking one of these exotic flowers and herbs was useful, and taking more than one would have no harm, but it would also have no benefit and would be a complete waste, so they stopped insisting.
"By the way, are you going to continue practicing your original strange skills, or something else?" Mu Hanyan asked while eating.
"We discussed this yesterday. Our qualifications are limited and we can't compare with adults. We should just practice diligently first. Once we've learned enough, we can try other things," Hua Yue said.
"That's fine." Mu Hanyan nodded. While practicing unusual techniques is beneficial for understanding the laws of nature, it still requires successful practice. Hua Yue and the others have good aptitude in swordsmanship, but their understanding of unusual techniques is limited. Rather than aiming too high, it's better to be down-to-earth and master one technique first.
"What about you? Are you planning to continue practicing the art of formations, or learn something else?" Ling Baobao asked.
"I'd better start practicing the art of alchemy." Mu Hanyan said after thinking for a while.
If one only wants to comprehend the Star-Falling Sword, or prepare for the secret realm trial, it makes no difference whether one practices the art of alchemy, alchemy, or beast taming. However, relatively speaking, the art of alchemy is more useful.
After all, practitioners have a huge demand for elixirs. If they learn the art of alchemy, they can not only save a lot of money, but may even make a small profit sometimes.
"Okay, I'll take you to Danxin Hall in a while." Tang Bufan said. He practiced the art of alchemy and was quite familiar with it.
After dinner, Tang Bufan took Mu Hanyan to Danxin Hall, and the others also went to the various halls.
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The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a solitary peak stands tall, overlooking the rolling mountains below.
An ancient palace stands on the top of a solitary peak. From a distance, it seems to be suspended in the clouds.
Ye Lanxuan stood on the solitary peak, gazing into the distance with a calm expression.
"What exactly do you want to know?" asked an old man in a white robe standing behind him.
This old man had an air of transcendence and aloofness. His clear and sharp face had a few wrinkles. At first glance, he seemed to be in his sixties or seventies, but at another glance, it seemed as if he had experienced thousands or tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes. It was impossible to tell his true age, and he only gave people a feeling of being unfathomable.
He is the Holy Lord of the Holy Court, the true ruler of the entire Holy Court continent.
"I want to know, is Yun Qianmo really dead?" Ye Lanxuan asked softly.
That resolute face seemed to appear before his eyes again, and then gradually overlapped with the silver mask. A warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he became lonely.
"Why are you asking about him suddenly?" The Holy Lord looked calm, like an eternal stone statue, unmoved by wind and rain.
"He's not dead, right?" Ye Lanxuan did not answer, but looked at the Holy Lord and asked persistently.
"Whether he is dead or alive, it makes no difference to you. You just need to remember your mission." The Holy Lord's words sounded like a reprimand.
"So, he is really not dead?" Ye Lanxuan said. His heart, which was as hard as a rock, could not help but feel a little excited.
"It seems that you have really forgotten what I said. Protecting this continent is your only mission! Apart from that, don't let anyone or anything affect your mood or shake your beliefs!" The Holy Lord seemed very dissatisfied with Ye Lanxuan's performance. He scolded him severely and left.
On the solitary peak, only Ye Lanxu was left.
Could it be that he really didn't die? But why did rumors spread that he died in battle? He hasn't been seen for several years since then, and the Holy Lord has never come out to clarify, but has simply tacitly agreed to the rumors.
Why did he appear again? Why did he take Zhao Lingxian and Gui Yumie away? What secrets are hidden behind this?
Ye Lanxuan was thinking hard and couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Sir." The voice of the shadow guard dragged Ye Lanxuan's thoughts back to reality.
"Mu Hanyan defeated Jiang Qiling and won the championship of the Longyan College Freshman Competition." said the shadow guard.
"Oh." Ye Lanxuan responded without a trace of surprise. This was something he had expected, not to mention that there was also the little guy Ang Ang who tipped him off.
"Mu Hanyan, it's a woman!" said the shadow guard with a complicated expression.
He finally understood why Ye Lanxun was so devoted to Mu Hanyan. He finally knew that the adult he lived with day and night did not have the bad habits as rumored. He should have been happy, but when he learned that Mu Hanyan was a woman, he was not happy at all.
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