It is a sunny and windy golden autumn in Xiandu, with restaurants and bars all over the streets. Young girls carry baskets of flowers and sell them on the streets. Literary men and women gather in groups, looking elegant and dashing. It is a truly prosperous and romantic scene.

The Dengwen Conference was held at Tianyuan Mountain in the western suburbs of Xiandu. From a distance, the peaks were towering and the landscape was picturesque. The mountain was originally built with the abandoned earth from the construction of the Immortal Emperor Palace. Over the past ten thousand years, it has gradually grown to a certain size. A thousand years ago, the Immortal Alliance also brought in fresh water from around the mountain, forming a large lake.

At this moment, a banquet has been set up at the foot of Tianyuan Mountain for the immortal officials from various states to sit down. There are also many rich people's boats on the lake, all of which are covered with gauze curtains and decorated gorgeously. There are also painted boats with singing girls playing zithers and feasting, attracting many young men to rush forward, and the fragrance of their cosmetics and powders wafts in the wind.

Today, the competition was about painting skills, which was Xing Yuan's home court. No, to be more precise, this Dengwen Conference was his home court. This talented and gentle leader of the Immortal Alliance, except for not participating in archery, horse riding and shooting, was also involved in the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting. Each state nominated two people for each event, and other states sent ten people to participate in the conference. Because of him, Jiangyun State only sent seven people. The people of Jiangyun State did not have any objections. After all, in the Dengwen Conference in the past few hundred years, except for the zither being suppressed by the Miaoyin Sect, the winners of chess, calligraphy and painting were all firmly in Xing Yuan's pocket.

However, this time, the two visitors from the Demon Realm attracted a lot of people's attention.

People who have reached the highest realms have very outstanding physical and temperamental qualities. The white-haired and golden-eyed Demon King is like a sharp sword unsheathed, sharp and powerful; while the red-dressed girl beside him is like an exquisite dagger that has not been unsheathed, a sharp weapon that has been carved and polished countless times, but its true lethality is unknown.

Before Yao Yue came here, she heard something: the Awakening Sword placed in the inner hall of the Immortal Alliance was lost.

The sword that awakens the world is extremely precious and extremely humiliating.

This is the sword of the first Immortal Emperor Ji Yuan, and it is definitely worthy of the word "noble". But except for its first user, no one who wears the sword of awakening the world has a good ending. Not to mention the distant past, just in the past few hundred years, the former head of Wanjian Mountain, Yun Liang, died in Lanxue Pavilion, and the Baihua Wu Kui Jiang Mi fell into evil in Shenglongtai...

The sword of awakening the world was gradually regarded as an ominous sword, so Wanjian Mountain did not intend to take back the sword, and simply placed it in the Immortal Palace where it originally belonged. The sword had been broken once, and even after it was repaired, it was still of little use. The Immortal Alliance speculated that the thief might have taken it to sell for money, so they did not conduct a large-scale search, but only set up spies in the black market and pawnshops.

This matter is neither big nor small. It might attract attention under normal circumstances, but now it is a public hearing and no one cares about it.

Yao Yue yawned out of boredom and looked towards the stage——

Xing Yuan was wearing a sky-blue gown, with fox eyes and ink-like hair. He had a good appearance of flirting with women. On the ebony square table in front of him, a piece of rice paper was held down by an inkstone. He raised his wrist to dip the ink and lightly swiped the tip of the brush on the paper, like a dragonfly dragging its tail across the lake. The rice paper that was originally blown unruly by the wind suddenly became smooth, as if the stroke had a powerful divine power that had stabilized the surrounding wind.

With just a few strokes, he sketched out some dark clouds and a grassy slope, which seemed to be the scenery in front of him. Then, a thick branch flew diagonally into the painting. The turning points of his wrist overflowed with thousands of auras, as if clouds and rain were flowing between heaven and earth. After a while, the ink on the tip of the pen ran out, and he dipped the ink again. The ink on the drawing paper suddenly began to flow, and a thin stream flowed on the thick branch, as if a short branch had grown. Then the short branch split into several thin streams, which had become several inky calyxes. The ink continued to flow on the paper with a watery sheen, and the calyx soon spit out a few stamens, each of which was subtle and vivid, as if an invisible hand in the air was slowly drawing with a fine brush.

"Excellent!"

"As expected of the leader! Turn ink into flowers!"

"Look! There seems to be someone under that flower—"

Xing Yuan dipped some cinnabar and drew a vague figure of a woman in red. She was as graceful as a startled swan and as gentle as a swimming dragon. Although it was just a back view, one could still see her graceful figure. As he was drawing, he suddenly looked up and smiled in the direction of Yao Yue.

——This smile is so indescribably charming and suave, and also has a kind of indescribable sweetness, as if he is expressing his feelings to his lover through his eyes.

Yao Yue was slightly stunned, and the man next to her suddenly turned pale and tightened his hand around her waist.

On the first day, in order to give face to the Immortal Alliance, the two of them had to attend no matter what. Jiang Mi had always known that the leader liked Yao Yue, but he thought that Xing Yuan would be more restrained after the two got married...

The next moment, he realized that the shamelessness of these young masters from aristocratic families was unimaginable.

"I wonder what the leader will name this painting?"

"Let's call it 'Flowers in Bloom and the Full Moon'." Xing Yuan looked meaningfully at the girl in red not far away, "The flowers are on the paper, and the moon is in my heart."

As a martial fairy, she was not interested in literary arts, and the people around her kept looking at them as if they were rare animals, which made her feel uncomfortable. But she caught a glimpse of someone who seemed very angry, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

This smile was incredible. Jiang Mi thought she was smiling at Xing Yuan. A wave of jealousy rushed to his brain. He opened his mouth to say something, but his chest rose and fell several times. Only the hot and sour air was stuck in his chest, unable to swallow it or spit it out. After a long while, he held her hand as if begging: "Yao Yue, let's go..."

The girl looked at him teasingly, her tone rising as she asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Mi wanted to go anywhere, as long as he wasn't here to watch Xing Yuan fawning on him. Suddenly, he saw the Immortal Alliance preparing the venue for the afternoon horseback archery competition, and an idea struck him: "Come with me to change clothes!"