Qiu Lingxuan's eyes showed a hint of annoyance, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "Do we really have to come a day early? The Fenghua Gathering is tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, all the prodigies fell silent.
They lowered their heads slightly, their gazes flickering, conveying their unspoken thoughts through their eyes. "You came early too, didn't you?"
Qiu Lingxuan instantly understood their gazes.
He snorted coldly, his voice suddenly rising, and said, "I have a good relationship with him."
If you also have a good relationship with him, you can certainly come too.
Upon hearing this, the other prodigies quickly averted their gazes, secretly thinking, "Making a good relationship with the Divine Son Xunran is harder than climbing to heaven..."
Qiu Lingxuan witnessed all of this.
He shrugged, then waved and said, "Alright, let's go."
The group of prodigies paused for a moment, exchanged glances, and then set off one by one to leave.
On the day of the Fenghua Gathering
The other prodigies all turned their gazes toward the group that had gone to the Dustless Hall yesterday, each of them suppressing a smile, their eyes filled with undisguised mockery.
One of them couldn't hold back any longer and whispered, "I told you all long ago not to go to Divine Son Xunran beforehand."
Even putting aside the possibility of meeting him in person, none of his henchmen are easy to mess with!
Suddenly, a slight tremor rippled through the space, instantly drawing everyone's attention to this unusual movement.
Nan Xunran's figure appeared out of thin air, and his appearance seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
Everyone's expression tightened, and they quickly stood up, bowing respectfully and shouting, "Divine Son Xunran!"
A gentle breeze swept by, like a pair of invisible hands lifting them up.
As Nan Xunran walked past them, leaving them with only her back view, she was completely out of sight.
Nan Xunran calmly took her seat in the main seat, her eyes slightly lowered, her gaze sweeping over everyone as if it were a tangible presence.
[Wang Mu, the Child of Destiny]
[Son of a servant in the Wang Family]
[Golden Finger: Primordial Refining Method - Refining the souls of others and turning them into one's own source of power. Long-term practice will lead to a loss of moral character and demonic possession.]
King-Sealing Realm Peak
[Heaven’s Mandate Points: 2250/2250 points]
Everyone noticed that Nan Xunran's gaze had quietly fallen on Wang Mu, and they all turned their eyes to him as well.
Wang Mu was busy stuffing spiritual fruits Spirit Meat into his storage bag, completely absorbed in his work.
Suddenly, the surroundings became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Wang Mu, who was in the middle of a great reverie, looked up as if waking from a dream and found that everyone's eyes were focused on him.
His hands froze in mid-air. After a moment's hesitation, he hurriedly tossed the spiritual fruit into his storage bag.
"Whose prodigy is this? How can he be so greedy, taking everything!"
"This shabby appearance is simply unbearable to look at!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mu's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He snatched the storage bag away, glared at the sarcastic geniuses, and said sternly, "What? Can't I even take something?"
Then, he stubbornly shouted, "Is this your house?"
One of them narrowed his eyes and said, "I remember now, you're the pride of the Wang Family?"
"Oh, that servant's son!" another man exclaimed in a strange, exaggerated voice, as if suddenly realizing something.
He glanced at her sideways, his eyes full of disdain. "Someone of such lowly status can be a prodigy? Has the Wang Family run out of capable people?"
Then, as if they had heard an extremely funny joke, everyone burst into unrestrained laughter, "Haha!"
Wang Mu's eyes turned blood red in an instant. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking, and his spiritual power overflowed uncontrollably.
He was furious and roared, "You are not allowed to insult my parents!"
Immediately afterwards, he strode towards one of the prodigies, stretched out his hand, and pointed angrily at him, shouting, "You!"
As Tian Jiao gazed into his murderous eyes, she involuntarily swallowed, a sudden surge of panic rising within her.
But his panic was fleeting; he quickly regained his arrogant demeanor and said, "What? You want to hit me?"
Wang Mu gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, and said resentfully, "Yes, let's have a match."
"Isn't the Fenghua Gathering's precisely for exchanging ideas and skills?"
He roared, his aura growing ever more imposing.
The man sneered and said contemptuously, "Fine, just be careful you don't die by my hand!"
Wang Mu retorted without fear, "Who will die at whose hands is still unknown!"
The man turned to face the person in the main seat, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said in a respectful voice, "Divine Son Xunran, let's have a friendly spar first."
Nan Xunran nodded slightly. "Mm."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang came from outside the hall.
A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, striking the ground like a silver dragon.