Three years later, today is the day of the academy's grand competition. You Bowu took over as the dean of Tianling Academy last year, while Rong Jin retired to become a full-time caregiver.
The fight on the arena was incredibly exciting, while Feng Muwan, watching from the sidelines, was already bursting with excitement. It was almost her turn, and she hadn't had a truly satisfying fight in a long time.
Now fifteen years old, Feng Muwan is tall and slender, her face already showing signs of stunning beauty. Her cunning eyes, delicate nose, and naturally pink lips make her unforgettable at first glance.
She originally wanted to be the champion today, but her mother told her not to be too high-profile and to wait until it was her turn. Fine, anyway, there's not much point in fighting the weaker opponents, so she'll listen to her mother.
Just as Feng Mu was about to take the stage, a sudden fluctuation of spiritual energy occurred in mid-air, causing unease throughout the academy. The academy's elders rushed forward, instructing the disciples to protect their safety and be on high alert.
Everyone watched the sky above the academy warily. After a moment, it seemed as if a hand reached out from mid-air and opened a door in the space above, from which several figures walked out.
Several figures slowly descended from mid-air. Upon seeing the figures, Feng Qinghuang moved swiftly.
"Third senior brother, Qianxun, here, here."
Upon hearing their junior sister's words, Di Wuyou and You Bowu quickly ran to Feng Qinghuang's location and looked up. Sure enough, it was their unreliable third junior brother.
Mu Weiliang and Qianxun quickly waved, "Junior Sister, wait."
"Old man, can you hurry up?"
The white-bearded old man flicked his whisk, and the three of them instantly teleported to the ground.
Mu Weiliang and Qianxun excitedly stepped forward: "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Junior Sister, it's been so many years!"
Feng Qinghuang looked at Mu Weiliang, her voice choked with emotion: "For so many years, Senior Brother hasn't sent us a single message. We thought..."
Just as Mu Weiliang was about to comfort her, her junior sister was pulled into Rong Qi's arms. Sure enough, after all these years, Rong Qi was still as cunning as ever.
"Chihiro and I have been locked up by this old man for almost ten years, and we can't get out, so you can't find us at all."
Chihiro quickly chimed in from the side: "Little aunt, you have no idea, this old man locked me and His Highness up, saying that we wouldn't be allowed out until we became gods. And we tried everything, but we couldn't get out no matter what we tried. But we haven't become gods yet, and we've gotten out now."
Feng Qinghuang was completely bewildered by their words. What was the concept of becoming a god? Was it the kind she knew? But now, her third senior brother and Qianxun were indeed very strong, but she hadn't seen any signs of becoming a god.
Feng Qinghuang looked at the old man with a puzzled expression: "Senior, may I ask who you are...?"
The white-bearded old man stroked his beard: "So this young lady is the little prince's little aunt. Indeed, you are worthy of being the little prince's little aunt."
Feng Qinghuang frowned even more deeply. What little prince, what little aunt? Could the little prince be referring to Qianxun?
“Miss, there’s no need to worry. What you’re thinking is right. Besides, you and the young prince did have a kinship several hundred years ago, but that was a long time ago. Now that you have this status, it’s better not to mention the past.”
Feng Qinghuang couldn't figure it out anyway, and she didn't want to think about it anymore. What did it matter what happened hundreds of years ago? Now she was who she was, not anyone's past or future life.
"Senior brother, are you leaving after this trip?"
Mu Weiliang glanced at the old man: "We came down here to see you. We'll be leaving in a few days, but there's no rush. We'll be staying for a while."
Feng Qinghuang nodded. Alright. She could tell this white-bearded old man was very strong; all of them combined might not be able to withstand a single wave of his hand. Taking her senior brother and Qianxun away would be effortless. Besides, her senior brother and Qianxun were there voluntarily, so she wouldn't have any objections.
“Wanwan, come here. This is your third senior uncle. He came when you were born. It's been many years since we last met.”
Feng Muwan walked over and bowed to Mu Weiliang: "Greetings, Third Martial Uncle, I am Wanwan."
Looking at Wanwan, who has now grown into a young woman, Mu Weiliang sighed with emotion. Time really flies; Wanwan, who was just a tiny little girl, has grown up so much.
Mu Weiliang took out a spatial ring from her space and put it into Wanwan's hand: "Wanwan, your third senior uncle has not seen you for more than ten years. This is a gift for you. Please don't find it offensive."
Feng Muwan glanced at Feng Qinghuang, and only accepted it after seeing her nod.
"Thank you, Third Martial Uncle, not at all!"
Chihiro, who was standing next to her, quickly took out a ring: "Miss Wanwan, this is Chihiro's."
"Thank you, Uncle Chihiro."
The white-bearded old man kept staring at Feng Muwan, and Feng Muwan generously allowed him to look her over.
A moment later, the white-bearded old man stepped forward, grabbed Feng Muwan's small hand, and infused it with a wisp of spiritual energy.
Rong Qi wanted to refuse, but Feng Qinghuang stopped her. She could tell that the old man didn't intend to heal Wanwan.
After the old man came over for a moment, he put down Feng Muwan's wrist, looked at Feng Qinghuang, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Little girl, your daughter is no ordinary person. I wonder if I could take her away..."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qi was already ready to take action.
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