The mountains before him stretched out in a continuous undulation, their emerald, inky green peaks appearing and disappearing amidst the mist, like a fairyland. The surrounding energy of heaven and earth was so rich and pure that it permeated him, naturally increasing the speed of his Qi several times over.
It is no wonder that the Holy Court has such strength. Staying in such a blessed land, even if you don't practice, your cultivation will improve inadvertently. If you practice, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
It didn't take long before other people arrived.
"You must be the descendants of the guardian god of Anyun Kingdom." At this time, a middle-aged man with an arrogant look came over and asked Mu Hanyan and others.
Everyone's eyes turned to Mu Hanyan. The Holy Court Continent had a strict hierarchy, and given Mu Hanyan's current position in Anyun Country, no one else could steal her spotlight unless she spoke. Although Zhao Sining hated Mu Hanyan, he wouldn't disrupt the ancient traditions of the Holy Court Continent. He simply glanced at Mu Hanyan, snorted softly, and turned away.
"Yes, we are the descendants of the guardian of the gods of Anyun Kingdom." Mu Hanyan actually had no habit of being in the spotlight, but seeing that everyone was looking at her eagerly, she had to answer.
"Okay, my name is An Lihong, and I'm a deacon in the Holy Altar Court. Please follow me." The middle-aged man didn't say anything nonsense. He just looked at Mu Hanyan and the others one by one, and then led them forward.
Walking up the mountain along a rugged, three-foot-wide path, the view suddenly opened up. A three-foot-wide stone staircase rose straight up, stretching a thousand feet. At the end of the staircase stood a towering, ancient stone archway. Though a thousand feet away, through the drifting mist, one could still make out the two simple, unadorned characters on it: Holy Court.
At this time, some other people also came over from several side roads. Judging from their clothes, they should be the descendants of the guardians of the gods of Shangyue, Western Qin and Northern Qi. Yue Fanchen was among them.
"Hanyan." Seeing Mu Hanyan, Yue Fanchen greeted her.
"You're here too," Mu Hanyan said in surprise. Zhao Fanchen wasn't much older than her, and he looked young, so they looked about the same age. In front of so many people, Mu Hanyan felt embarrassed to call him "uncle."
"What do you mean by 'you, you,' just call me uncle and let me hear it." Yue Fanchen tilted his head and said arrogantly.
Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes at him, her initial surprise vanishing. This guy was probably still brooding over his defeat at her hands, but he couldn't find a chance to seek revenge. He kept using their seniority to his advantage, which made Mu Hanyan's teeth ache.
"I didn't want to come at first, but my eldest brother said that the Holy Court has a profound foundation. Although the Beiyuan Mist Plain is full of crises, it is also full of opportunities. Maybe they can find a way to cure my injuries. I was thinking of just eating and waiting to die, but he forced me to come." Yue Fanchen said helplessly.
Hearing him say this, Mu Hanyan felt a slight pang in her heart. During the Jianyin Academy competition, Yue Fanchen had actually been seriously injured in order to help her see Jing Jianjue's true strength, thus ruining his cultivation foundation. Otherwise, with his strength, he would have become one of the most powerful cultivators in the Holy Court Continent sooner or later. How could he just sit there and wait for death?
"Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to heal your injury." Mu Hanyan said seriously, and didn't feel embarrassed to call him uncle.
She believed there must be a cure for Yue Fanchen's injuries. If they couldn't find it on the Holy Court Continent, then they could look for it on the Divine Continent. If they couldn't find it on the entire Divine Continent, wouldn't there be a higher plane? The plane where the legendary godlike cultivators lived? As long as they worked hard, they would definitely find a solution.
"Well... actually, there's no need to force yourself too much. Just do your best. Just do your best." Seeing Mu Hanyan said it so seriously, Yue Fanchen felt a little embarrassed.
"This is a sacred place of the Holy Court, no loud noises are allowed!" The Holy Court deacon named An Lihong scolded harshly, and at the same time glared at Mu Hanyan and Yue Fanchen.
Mu Hanyan and Yue Fanchen quickly shut up. It is said that when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Mu Hanyan did not want to cause trouble as soon as she arrived at the Holy Court, and she did not want to bring the title of the number one playboy to the Holy Court.
Be low-key, be low-key.
Unfortunately, many times Miss Mu wanted to keep a low profile, but she always failed to do so.
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