Chapter 386: Seven-Star Dou Huang, Instant Kill of Tang San
West Wild City, in the cultivation room of the Lan Family's patriarch.
In the quiet courtyard outside the room, two tall and graceful figures stood. The wind blew, making their long hair flutter, adding a charming allure to their already striking beauty.
After standing for a while and seeing no movement from inside the room, Lan Yingying lazily stretched, her perfect curves outlined seductively under her blue robe.
Compared to the effortlessly beautiful Lan Yingying, Lan Bingbing seemed more restless. After waiting for a long time with no signs of movement from the room, she became anxious and said, "Why hasn't he come out yet? It's already the third day, and Father and the others are getting ready to head to Tianyuan Square."
"What's the rush? Don't worry. From what I know about him, he's not the kind of person who loses track of time. Since he promised to help, nothing will change, no matter what," Lan Yingying said, covering her mouth with a light laugh, as if surprised by her usually cold sister's impatience.
Lan Bingbing stopped pacing but, unable to stay calm for long, suddenly asked, "Sister, you've known Brother Mo Yu for a long time, right? Can you tell me about his story?"
Lan Yingying paused, lifting her head slightly. Her beautiful eyes focused on Lan Bingbing's cold yet slightly worried face. There was a hint of concern hidden there.
"Sister, what are you looking at?" Lan Bingbing pouted.
"Bingbing, could it be that... you've fallen for Mo Yu?" Lan Yingying hesitated before suddenly asking.
Upon hearing this, a blush immediately spread across Lan Bingbing's face as she shyly replied, "Sister, what are you talking about? I've only known him for a short while."
"I just want to remind you that while Mo Yu is outstanding, men like him are hard to keep," Lan Yingying said seriously. "Besides, he already has a fiancée, and many other women like him too. All of them are incredibly talented."
Lan Bingbing lowered her gaze, turning her head slightly as she murmured, "It's not what you think."
After a moment of silence, she asked again, "Are there really so many women?"
Lan Yingying rested her delicate hand on the stone table, her alluring eyes reflecting a distant memory. After a brief moment, she smiled bitterly and said, "I remember that he once got engaged to someone in his clan, his fiancée. And not just her—he also has several admirers in the Jia Ma Empire and the Black-Corner Region. All of these women are not only incredibly beautiful but also exceptionally talented. Even in the Central Plains, they are as good as the top disciples of the Four Factions."
Hearing this, Lan Bingbing lightly bit her lip, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes. However, she quickly suppressed those feelings and said, "I knew from the first time I saw Brother Mo Yu that he was no ordinary person. I didn't expect him to be so exceptional, even attracting such incredible women."
Creak...
As soon as Lan Bingbing finished speaking, the tightly shut door to the room suddenly opened, and a silver-eyed young man stepped out, glancing at the two women waiting in the courtyard with a slight pause.
The sudden appearance of Mo Yu caused both women to freeze momentarily. Worried that Mo Yu might have overheard their conversation, Lan Bingbing's face flushed red.
"Hehe, is it time?" Mo Yu smiled as he closed the door behind him, looking at the two of them with a gentle smile.
"Yes," Lan Yingying nodded, her eyes scanning Mo Yu's body. "It seems like your strength has increased?"
"Just a slight improvement," Mo Yu responded with a light laugh.
Lan Yingying was surprised by Mo Yu's calm demeanor, sensing that his aura had become much stronger than before.
Indeed, after taking the Imperial Extreme Pill, Mo Yu had advanced by two stars, reaching the level of a Seven-Star Dou Huang.
The Imperial Extreme Pill, a sixth-tier pill, could help a Dou Huang level fighter increase their strength by one to two stars. Mo Yu, combining its power with the energy he absorbed using the Devouring True Thunder, had successfully broken through two stars in just three days.
Now at Seven-Star Dou Huang, Mo Yu was even closer to the Dou Zong realm.
Mo Yu waved his hand, signaling that he didn't want to waste time talking. He headed toward the courtyard exit, saying, "Let's go. We shouldn't keep Uncle Lan waiting."
Seeing this, Lan Yingying and Lan Bingbing quickly nodded and hurried after him.
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West Wild City, Tianyuan Square.
Today, Tianyuan Square was livelier than it had been in years because the two ruling forces of West Wild City—the Lan Family and the Tang Family—were set to face off.
The surrounding seats, carved out of massive stone blocks, were packed with a sea of people.
At the top of the eastern and northern sections of the square were luxurious seats reserved for the heads of major forces in West Wild City.
In the northern seats, several people in yellow robes were already seated, each wearing a badge on their chest—the symbol of the Tang Family.
As the square's seats filled to capacity, a large group of people finally appeared at the entrance, immediately causing a stir among the crowd.
Amidst the whispers from the onlookers, the Lan Family members slowly made their way onto the stone platform opposite the Tang Family's seats.
"Hehe, so you've come, Master Lan. I was starting to think you'd back out today," a middle-aged man, similar in age to Lan Yuan, stood from the Tang Family's seats and laughed loudly.
"You worry too much, Master Tang. Since the Tang Family seeks a ten-year truce with the Lan Family, of course, I had to come. It wouldn't do to ignore such goodwill," Lan Yuan replied calmly.
"That's Tang Hao, the head of the Tang Family," a soft, fragrant voice whispered into Mo Yu's ear. When he turned to look, he saw Lan Bingbing standing beside him.
"Haha, don't worry, even if you lose, the Tang Family treats its brides well!" Tang Hao sneered.
"Enough of your chatter. I don't have time to waste. I have to return to Myriad Sword Pavilion in two days," Sun Wuji, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and spoke coldly.
As his words fell, Tang San, who had been standing silently beside him, flickered like a ghost and appeared in the center of the square.
Raising his head, Tang San looked arrogantly toward the Lan Family's seats and shouted, "Since Brother Sun has spoken, let's not waste time. Who from the Lan Family will fight in the first round?"
The crowd immediately turned their eyes toward the Lan Family's seats, focusing on Lan Yingying and Lan Bingbing. Among the younger generation of the Lan Family, only these two were known for their talent in both Dou Qi and artifact crafting.
However, the two sisters smiled sweetly and shook their heads. Lan Yingying raised her slender finger and pointed to the side, her clear, pleasant voice echoing across the square, "Tang San's opponent is not from the Lan Family. It's him—Mo Yu!"
Countless eyes shifted toward the stranger with silver eyes seated among the Lan Family. For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Tang San's gaze turned cold as he stared at Mo Yu, his arrogance and disdain obvious.
Even Sun Wuji's cold eyes flickered with slight surprise. When he sensed the unfathomable aura within Mo Yu, his brow furrowed slightly.
Under the gaze of the entire crowd, Mo Yu slowly stood up. With a casual flip, he landed steadily in the center of the square.
"Who is that guy? I've never seen him before."
"Looks like he's not from West Wild City. Maybe the Lan Family hired him from elsewhere?"
As Mo Yu appeared, whispers erupted throughout the square, with countless curious eyes scanning him.
On the Tang Family's side, Tang Hao frowned at the unfamiliar face. From what he knew of the Lan Family, they wouldn't send a random person to fight in such an important match. But could they really think this young man could hold his own against Tang San?
Beside Tang Hao sat an elderly man in gray robes, his eyes half-closed, a formidable sword strapped to his back. The elder seemed oblivious to the noisy surroundings.
Sensing Tang Hao's concern, the elder opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Mo Yu, and said in a raspy voice, "This kid is strong. I wonder where the Lan Family found him."
"But Tang San isn't weak either. Although he's not quite on par with Young Master Ying from Myriad Sword Pavilion, he's still one of our most talented inner disciples..."
However, before the elder could finish his sentence, a deafening explosion echoed across the square, silencing the crowd.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion shook the entire city, sending shockwaves across the square, shocking the spectators.
In the center of the square, Mo Yu calmly retracted his right fist, while Tang San lay limp on the ground, unconscious.
The entire square fell deathly silent.
In a flash, with just one punch, Mo Yu had instantly defeated Tang San!
No one could have predicted this outcome. At the start, no one thought the well-known young genius of West Wild City would fall so quickly and miserably at the hands of a stranger.
The battle ended in an instant—so fast that most of the audience hadn't even realized what had happened.
However, those with sharp eyes could see that while Tang San had been overconfident, the silver-eyed young man had remained calm and composed throughout.
He was like a deep, unfathomable lake, impossible to gauge.
Moreover, his terrifying physical strength resembled that of a human-shaped beast, exuding an intimidating pressure.
"He... he was defeated in an instant!"
The Lan Family members were left speechless as they stared at the scene before them. Tang San had been utterly crushed by a single punch from Mo Yu. It was hard to believe.
Despite Tang San's arrogance, he was still a genuine Seven-Star Dou Huang. To be instantly defeated by someone his age was unimaginable. Not even Myriad Sword Pavilion's Young Master Tang Ying could pull off such a feat.
"Even though I already thought highly of him, I still underestimated this young man. Impressive!" Lan Yuan, the head of the Lan Family, smiled in amazement, unable to hide his joy.
The most relieved were Lan Yingying and Lan Bingbing, who could finally breathe easy.
On the other side, at the Tang Family's seats, Tang Hao's face twitched as he looked at the defeated Tang San. His eyes burned with both shock and anger.
The elderly man beside him also seemed momentarily frozen, recalling the praise he had just given Tang San. He now felt as if he had swallowed a fly—completely disgusted.
"Who is this young man? Why have we never heard of such a talent in the Western Region?" the elder muttered, frowning at Mo Yu.
As one of the top factions in the Western Region, Myriad Sword Pavilion prided itself on its strength. The elder had only praised Tang San because the latter was indeed talented.
Yet, Tang San, who was both gifted and powerful, had been instantly defeated by Mo Yu, leaving the elder baffled.
He could tell that Mo Yu, like Tang San, was at the Seven-Star Dou Huang level. But to defeat someone of the same level so easily required an incredibly monstrous talent.
In the history of Myriad Sword Pavilion, only three people had ever reached such heights.
"Master Tang, although this battle was a loss, Nephew Wuji is the apprentice of the Swordsmith Elder. He won't lose the next round," the elder reassured Tang Hao.
Tang Hao's expression relaxed slightly. He waved for his men to carry Tang San away and then turned to the stern young man beside him. "Young Master Sun, we'll leave the next battle to you."
Sun Wuji opened his eyes, slightly surprised by Mo Yu's easy victory over Tang San. Then, he turned his gaze to Lan Yingying, who sat among the Lan Family seats, and smirked coldly.
"Don't worry, Master Tang. I've been looking forward to facing the apprentice of Master Bingli. I won't lose this match."
Hearing Sun Wuji's confident words, Tang Hao smiled and nodded, before turning his attention back to the Lan Family.
In the eyes of the entire audience, Lan Yingying smiled sweetly once more and shook her head. Then, she pointed to the center of the square and said in her clear, melodic voice, "I'm sorry, Master Tang, but Sun Wuji's opponent isn't me—it's still Mo Yu!"
The crowd's attention immediately shifted back to Mo Yu. For the second time, everyone was left in shock.
This young man who had instantly defeated Tang San was also an accomplished artifact forger?
Sun Wuji was also taken aback but soon let out a cold laugh.
"Mo Yu, is it? Today, I'll show you that being a good artifact forger doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in the world of Dou Qi."
(End of Chapter)
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