Martial Arts, the Fairy's Cultivation

"Master Mu?"

Hearing the astonishment in the hoarse voice, a hint of surprise flashed in Lin Langtian's eyes.

Since encountering the remnant soul of this powerful being ten years ago due to an accidental fall off a cliff, this was the first time he had seen that mysterious being show such respect for outsiders, especially since the other party was a young woman who looked to be under twenty years old.

Seemingly sensing Lin Langtian's doubt, the hoarse voice spoke again, its tone tinged with seriousness:

"I can't quite fathom that woman's cultivation level either, but she gives me a faint sense of danger, which is truly unbelievable..."

Lin Langtian was astonished. Master Mu's realm in life had surpassed the Nirvana Realm. Even though he was now only a remnant soul, his various methods far exceeded the imagination of the people of the Great Yan Dynasty. Such a being was now feeling pressure from a woman who was much younger than Lin Langtian himself. It was conceivable that the mysterious woman in white must have a very important background.

The purpose of such a peculiar person appearing at a royal banquet remains unknown.

"I wonder what kind of background she has. If I could establish some connections, perhaps she could be used to my advantage..."

With thoughts flashing through Lin Langtian's mind, he then took the initiative to move closer to the corner where the woman in white was sitting, under the watchful eyes of many.

"Oh? Lin Langtian has gone over there. As expected of the dynasty's number one genius, his demeanor is extraordinary!"

Wang Yan and the others in the main hall all showed surprise. They did not expect Lin Langtian to be so brave as to do what everyone present wanted to do but dared not do.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Lin Langtian, dressed in a magnificent robe, slowly walked to the woman in white, a smile that he considered quite dignified appearing on his handsome face.

"It is fate that we meet at this banquet. I wonder if there is a seat available for you, young lady? If not, may I sit for a moment?"

Lin Langtian looked at the woman in white with a polite demeanor, but Mu Zi only glanced at Lin Langtian indifferently before continuing to sit upright in her seat without responding for a long time.

Left standing there by the woman in white, Lin Langtian's eyes twitched a few times. The gazes from all around him felt like needles pricking him, causing the smile on his face to freeze.

"Your Mightiness..."

Just as Lin Langtian suppressed the gloom in his eyes and was about to speak again, the white-clad woman's clear, calm voice rang out in the silent hall.

"You are not qualified to sit at the same table as me."

The woman's indifferent tone sent a chill down Lin Langtian's spine, and her disdainful attitude stirred a barely perceptible resentment within him.

Ever since he escaped his lowly status and became a leading figure among the younger generation of the Lin clan, he had never been able to endure the cold stares of others. As a result, Lin Langtian had almost forgotten what it felt like, but today, the white-clad woman reminded him of it all.

"Lin Langtian, don't provoke this person. Don't forget what I told you..."

Just then, the hoarse voice in Lin Langtian's mind instantly brought him back to his composure. Thinking of Master Mu's previous evaluation, Lin Langtian had no choice but to suppress the resentment in his heart and then give the white-clad woman a cold and beautiful smile.

"You are right, sir. I will not disturb your enjoyment any longer."

After leaving a message, Lin Langtian lowered his hands and silently turned away. His back view seemed to exude a kind of disheveledness, causing a strange look to gradually emerge in the eyes of the people around him.

Just as the atmosphere in the main hall became somewhat tense, a gentle voice rang in everyone's ears, dispelling the strange atmosphere that enveloped the room.

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar. On behalf of my ancestor, I, Mo Ling, express my gratitude!"

As the words fell, a young man dressed in a royal-style robe walked out of the hall, appearing in everyone's sight with a refined and amiable smile.

The man possessed an air of elegance and was clearly of noble birth. Surprisingly, his face was extremely beautiful, even surpassing that of Qin Shi of the Qin clan. Such beauty would undoubtedly be captivating on a woman's face, but on this elegant young man, it appeared somewhat eerie.

"You're too kind, Third Prince."

After the elegant man appeared, everyone present became more enthusiastic. Although the royal family members acted in a low-key manner, their background was something that no force in the Great Yan Dynasty could ignore.

Mo Ling, who was standing in front of them, had previously kept a low profile, but his every move exuded a restrained aura, making it impossible to discern his true strength. Clearly, this Third Prince was not as harmless as he appeared. Among the geniuses present, including Lin Langtian, it was hard to say how much confidence they had in the face of Mo Ling.

As a prince, Mo Ling displayed his shrewd and sophisticated skills from the moment he appeared. The geniuses and experts from all sides present felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze when they talked with Mo Ling, and couldn't help but develop a good impression of him.

"Brother Langtian, how have you been? Please give my regards to Senior Lin Fan."

Seeing that Lin Langtian's expression was slightly gloomy, the Third Prince Mo Ling took the initiative to step forward and subtly broke the silence.

While they were talking, Mo Ling was also secretly observing the white-clad beauty not far away, trying to guess the purpose of her visit.

But having no clue what to do, and knowing that the visitor was a guest and he couldn't test them without reason, Mo Ling had no choice but to put aside his thoughts and let the other party go.

In short, the ancestor will appear soon. A Nirvana Realm expert is more than capable of handling any problem in the Great Yan Dynasty.

wow——

Under the warm hospitality of the Third Prince Mo Ling, the atmosphere grew more intense. The burly Man Shan poured himself a cup of wine, held it in his hand, and then drank it all in one gulp. The burning sensation from his stomach made the man's eyes widen instantly.

"That's potent! The effect of this one glass of wine is probably equivalent to half a month of my cultivation!"

Du Yun, dressed in white, examined the contents of the cup with a look of amazement: "This wine... seems to contain a trace of Nirvana energy."

Nirvana energy permeates the world, and only those who have truly entered the Nirvana Realm can extract a trace of it and condense it into a Nirvana Pill. However, that method is too inefficient and cannot meet the demand at all. It would also affect the cultivation of the Nirvana Realm experts themselves.

The Nirvana Pills among the top forces of the Great Yan Dynasty were mostly rewards bestowed by the super sects of the Eastern Xuan Region upon those who distinguished themselves in the Hundred Dynasties War.

With the depletion of resources over the years, each faction has very few Nirvana Pills left.

"Heh heh, the royal family is indeed incredibly wealthy; they're even willing to use Nirvana Pills to make medicinal wine!"

Man Shan grinned in surprise, then tilted his head back and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.