Hua Youyue had a dazed look on her face, staring at Yang Zhen in amazement. Her beautiful face instantly turned red, and she glared at Yang Zhen with a mixture of anger, amusement, and shame.

Mo Xueling kicked Yang Zhen in annoyance and said, "You are so frivolous. Since you have nothing to do, do you still remember the Desolate Heaven True Mark that I told you about?"

"Desolate Heaven True Pattern?" Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and said, "Of course I remember. Do you really know where it is?"

Mo Xueling looked at Yang Zhen's interested expression, chuckled, and said, "Of course I know. Not only do I know, but everyone here probably knows."

Yang Zhen looked around at everyone with a bewildered look on his face, and said with a pout: "Who are you kidding? If so many people knew about it, the Desolate Heaven True Mark would have been taken away by someone long ago. Would it still be waiting for me to take it?"

Master Mo Feng laughed and said, "Little friend Yang, you don't know that the matter of the Desolate Heaven True Mark is probably known to everyone present."

"Oh?" Yang Zhen was stunned and asked, "What's going on?"

Speaking of the Desolate Heaven True Mark, Yang Zhen was really interested, because the Desolate Heaven Art he was practicing now was inspired by the Desolate Heaven True Mark. If he could refine the Desolate Heaven True Mark and use it with the Desolate Heaven Art, plus the Genjin True Mark in Yang Zhen's hand, how high would it be? Since there was still a chance for this matter to turn around, there was no reason to let it go.

Master Mo Feng and the others obviously saw that Yang Zhen was interested, and said with a smile: "Anyway, you have nothing to do, young friend Yang, why don't you stay at my Mo Chi Peak for a few days? We will explain the matter of the Desolate Heaven True Mark in detail later!"

Hearing what Master Mo said, Master Liu laughed and said, "Brother Mo, you have a good plan. Before I even finished speaking, you've already thought of a way to pull Young Friend Yang into your Mochi Peak."

Master Mo Feng laughed, looked at Master Liu and said, "Brother Liu, what are you talking about? Young friend Yang and I hit it off right away, and my daughter is his friend, so I should do my best to be a good host. Can I let Young friend Yang find a place to stay casually?"

Mo Xueling's eyes lit up, and she pulled Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er and said, "Is there anything urgent for you two senior sisters? Ling'er still has a lot of cultivation matters to ask you two senior sisters, so why not come to Mochi Peak with Yang Zhen?"

As she spoke, Mo Xueling looked at Yang Zhen with a smug look on her face, as if Yang Zhen would surrender if she took Hua Youyue away from her.

Yang Zhen looked at the two old men, Palace Master Liu and Mo Feng, with a suspicious look on his face, and said with a pout: "You two, it's better to be clear. I dig too many traps every day. Big traps lead to small traps, small traps lead to big traps. Sometimes I accidentally dig a trap when I shouldn't, which is not good."

Upon hearing this, Palace Master Liu and Lord Mo Feng were both stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"It's like this..." Master Mo Feng took a deep breath and explained the matter to Yang Zhen: "The reason why no one can refine the Desolate Heaven True Mark is because the place where it is located is too special. Since we discovered the Desolate Heaven True Mark fifteen years ago, we have tried every possible way but have not been able to successfully approach it."

Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh, what place is so magical? Why haven't so many of your big sects succeeded?"

Damn it, it's not a good thing. How can it be so simple when so many big sects have failed? Yang Zhen kept muttering in his heart, this old man Mo really has bad intentions. Is he trying to borrow the power of this Sao Saint? I don't know who gave him such confidence, thinking that he would have a chance if he caught him?

This is too much of a compliment to Yang Zhen, although he also thinks highly of himself.

Lord Mo Feng and Lord Liu Gong looked at each other and glanced at the elder of the Xu clan with some caution.

The old man of the Xu clan, who was pricking up his ears, froze for a moment. Seeing the unfriendly looks from the two men, he snorted coldly and said, "I don't care!"

Yang Zhen watched with great interest as the arrogant old man led his people away. He became even more curious. What was going on so mysteriously?

When Master Mo Feng saw the elders of the Ou clan leave, he smiled and said, "In a few days, it will be Beiyu's annual aircraft competition. By then..."

"Wait!" Yang Zhen's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "What competition?"

"No, no, go on." Yang Zhen had a weird look on his face. Isn't this a world of cultivating immortals? How could there be such a glamorous competition as the Flying Vehicle Competition?

Aircraft? Plane? Or flying boat? Seeing Yang Zhen's strange expression, Mo Xueling knew what Yang Zhen was thinking and explained, "Aircraft and flying boat are different. Compared with flying boats, aircraft are smaller, faster, and more flexible. They need to deal with various situations in mid-air. This aircraft competition is actually a grand event prepared for entering the Tapir North Abyss."

At this point, Master Mo Feng smiled and said, "In the past fifteen years, the Flying Vehicle Competition has grown to a large scale. Even cultivators from other places have come from far away to participate. This is why Beiyu's weapon refining is so prosperous."

Yang Zhen has no interest in any aircraft competition. What aircraft could be more advanced than the technology on the Blue Planet?

Compared with the aircraft competition, Yang Zhen was more curious about the Tapir North Abyss. What kind of place was it that required an aircraft to enter?

No, even with the aircraft, this group of Beiyu people have not been able to successfully approach the Desolate Sky True Pattern for fifteen years. This... is really like planting sesame seeds and getting watermelons!

Although he did not obtain the True Pattern of Desolate Heaven, he did develop the art of refining weapons.

But since there was nothing else to do, Yang Zhen followed Master Mo Feng to see the grandeur of Mo Chi Peak. The most excited person in the group was the mean cat, who kept pestering Mo Xueling, the exotic little girl, to inquire about the aircraft.

The Mo Chi Peak rises high into the clouds, but it is spring-like all year round. The lingering mist makes it seem like a fairyland. The lush mountains are layered one upon another, with verdant peaks that are higher and tougher than the sky. Yang Zhen feels a sense of heroism when he sees them.

A place like this is what a great sect should have.

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Mochi Peak is the highest peak in the mountain. Several waterfalls fall from the sky with a terrifying rumbling sound, landing on the ground with a loud bang, splashing countless water, which is deafening and imposing.

During this period, even though Yang Zhen did not leave his house, he could still feel the excitement of the Beiyu Aircraft Competition.

All the disciples at Mo Chi Peak who knew how to refine equipment had invented various types of flying machines, including all kinds of things.

When Yang Zhen was sleeping at night, he could hear the sound of various aircraft falling from the sky and breaking into pieces.

Even Mo Xueling personally refined a flying vehicle similar to the Luan bird. However, Mo Xueling's aesthetic sense was really not that good. She designed a good Luan bird into a wooden chicken. The wooden brother, who was mocked by the mean cat as a coquettish chicken, was chased by Mo Xueling and the coquettish chicken for three whole days.

During the past few days, Yang Zhen had been enjoying himself traveling with his little girl. What he heard the most was that various ancient clans and secret clans had also joined in, and some saint lady or some saint son had refined some awesome flying vehicle that could defeat everything.

That day, the two were playing at the waterfall. Hua Youyue suddenly turned to Yang Zhen and said, "You have made great achievements in refining weapons. Why don't you make a flying machine?"

Yang Zhen was stunned and asked, "What is it used for? I have no interest in the competition."

Hua Youyue was as serene as the moon and as gentle as water. She smiled and said, "But... I already know that you and the mean cat were secretly preparing the materials."

Yang Zhen looked up at the waterfall: "This water is so beautiful."

He was so tired, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. Nanfeng needed a Nutri-Express drink.

(End of this chapter)