My Lord, We Are Here to Serve You

Mo Sanniang took it and looked at it, and was instantly shaken.

On the cover were four graceful characters: Rainbow Garments Under the Moon.

This dance manual was the finest of the high-grade manuals. She had only heard of it in rumors and had never seen it.

It was said that the one who left this dance manual behind was an ethereal female immortal, unparalleled in cultivation and peerless in beauty.

If the Mo Clan could obtain this dance manual, its dancers would surely surpass the Qin Clan's.

Watching dances was more than a refined pastime. Most princes and nobles were mere mortals, unable to set foot on the path of cultivation, but when they enjoyed a dancer's performance, they could often grasp the mysteries within the dance manual being performed.

It could nourish their Qi and focus their minds; in some cases, it could even prolong their lives.

That was also why the Mo Clan had named its dance establishment the Prolonged Beauty Hall.

In those days, the Mo Clan had possessed a fine mid-grade dance manual. Everyone who watched it performed would become radiant and full of vigor.

Thus, the Mo Clan had become the dance and music clan designated by the Great Yan Dynasty.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last. The mid-grade dance manual was stolen, and the next generation failed to match the last. Though their looks and figures were first-rate, it was all in vain.

Only by Mo Sanniang's generation had the Mo Clan barely begun to show some improvement.

But how could the Qin Clan stand by and watch the Mo Clan rise? They had repeatedly used schemes to suppress it, and now this was their final chance.

Mo Sanniang was moved to tears and was about to kowtow, but Su Ling'er raised her voice. "We aren't giving you this for free. We have a condition."

"Please, tell me."

Mo Sanniang nodded. "Of course you do."

Chen Ning took the opportunity to say, "It's simple. If you win, I want that bottle of Star Essence Liquid."

"No problem. That you were willing to save the Mo Clan is already an immense stroke of luck for us, benefactor. Please, take it."

Mo Sanniang nodded firmly.

"All right, then I'll await your good news."

"Do you have a place to stay in Gold and Iron City, benefactor?"

Mo Sanniang rose and asked with concern.

"Not yet," Chen Ning answered truthfully.

He had eaten a huge meal as soon as he arrived and really hadn't had time to think about where to stay.

"Since you don't, please allow the Mo Clan to host you, benefactor. It would also give me a chance to thank you properly."

Mo Sanniang was so sincere that it was hard to refuse, so the matter was settled.

Thus, after following Mo Sanniang through several alleys, they arrived at the Mo Clan residence.

One could faintly see that the Mo Clan had once flourished, though it had now fallen into some decline.

Its gates were deserted.

After they entered, Mo Sanniang summoned someone to clean the rooms and made arrangements for the two of them to stay.

Mo Sanniang herself hurried off to make arrangements concerning the dance manual.

Learning from a dance manual wasn't like learning cultivation techniques and divine abilities, which were obscure and difficult to understand and required comprehension and talent.

On the contrary, it was extremely simple and easy to understand, more like a guide or an instruction manual.

All one needed to do was memorize a few movements and changes in position.

That was why a single high-grade dance manual was enough to change a clan's fate.

That night, Chen Ning was boredly sorting through some of the mental cultivation methods recorded in the Heaven-Reaching Talisman when someone knocked on his door.

Two slender, graceful young women pushed the door open and entered.

Perhaps because the weather was too hot, the two wore very little, their clothes barely covering their bodies.

Seeing them, Chen Ning asked in bewilderment, "Are you room service?"

"My lord, we are here to serve you."

After speaking softly, one of the young women moved to close the door.

"There's no need!"

Chen Ning hastily waved his hand and refused. Su Ling'er lived right next door. If the little loli found out, wouldn't she take him for that sort of person?

If that happened, his authority as sect master would vanish without a trace.

Hearing this, the two young women shuddered and both fell to their knees before Chen Ning. "My lord, please accept us, or the clan head will punish us..."

"Mo Sanniang sent you?"

"That's right."

"Then go back and tell her that if she really wants to thank me, she should do her utmost to defeat the Qin Clan and give me the Star Essence Liquid. All right, you can go."

Chen Ning was resolute. The two young women immediately hesitated, but still didn't leave. The important man before them was handsome and carried himself with extraordinary bearing. If they served him well, it might lead to a future for them, and they wanted to seize this opportunity.

And so they began to loosen their robes and undo their sashes, exposing their fair skin and leaving even their private parts in full view.

"Get out!"

Chen Ning roared.

"My lord, please calm your anger. We servants will leave at once."

Startled, the two young women hurriedly opened the door and went out.

Sure enough, sometimes one simply couldn't be too polite. Talking things over nicely didn't always work; this way was more direct.

After staying with the Mo Clan for three days in a row, the day finally came for the two clans to go to the Heavenly Ox Chamber of Commerce and compete for the right to attend the Autumn Year Banquet.

After obtaining the Rainbow Garments Under the Moon dance manual, Mo Sanniang's confidence had soared. She felt that she could finally save the Mo Clan.

Early that morning, she arranged for Chen Ning and Su Ling'er to ride in a carriage and accompany her to the Heavenly Ox Chamber of Commerce.

Chen Ning readily agreed.

Once Mo Sanniang won the contest, he could take the Star Essence Liquid and hatch that spirit beast egg. With such difficult requirements, it ought to hatch into an extraordinary spirit beast, shouldn't it?

As Chen Ning thought this, the group arrived at the Heavenly Ox Chamber of Commerce.

Today, a stage had been set up in the center of the chamber of commerce's first floor for the two clans' contest, and the seats on all sides were already full.

There were not only members of the chamber of commerce, but also prominent figures from all corners of the city.

After all, the winner of today's contest would perform at the Autumn Year Banquet. Opportunities to watch were rare.

"Shopkeeper Yang, the Qin Clan is certain to win today. There's really no suspense in holding this contest."

"The Qin Clan's exquisite dances and music have been known to everyone in Gold and Iron City and even throughout the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty for years. It's truly unlucky for them to lower themselves to compete with the Mo Clan, which is nearly finished."

Around the stage, people chatted from time to time. Some looked forward to the Qin Clan's appearance, while others waited to see the Mo Clan make fools of themselves.

In the waiting area.

The dancers of both the Qin and Mo clans had finished dressing, and Mo Sanniang was giving her sisters some final encouragement.

"Sisters, whether the Mo Clan can rise from the dead depends entirely on all of you."

"Please rest assured, Sister."

The dancers answered in unison, a spark of fighting spirit burning in each of their eyes.

Just then, the fat-headed, big-eared Qin Clan woman from the other day came over again. Looking at the Mo Clan's dancers, she sneered, "The Mo Clan wants to rise from the dead? In your next life."

"There's no need for you to trouble yourself. Please go back."

Mo Sanniang's gaze turned slightly cold as she spoke indifferently.

"You Mo Clan bitch, let's see how long you can hold out. Hmph!"

The Qin Clan woman turned and left, but as she did, she scattered a large cloud of colorless powder from her sleeve.

When she returned to the Qin Clan's group, the Qin Clan head asked casually, "Done?"

"Done."

The Qin Clan woman gave a vicious grin and cast a venomous look at the group opposite her.

The powder she had scattered was a poison called Dissipation Powder. Anyone who came into contact with it would become an imbecile, naturally forgetting even who their own father was.

How could they dance?

How could they win?

At least three dancers had already come into contact with the powder.

"That bitch Mo Sanniang can just wait for death!"

The Qin Clan woman's smile grew wider and wider. She wanted to see how the Mo Clan could still fight her!