Martial Arts, the Fairy's Cultivation

"You flatter me."

Mu Ziying stood up gracefully and replied softly. Ever since the royal patriarch appeared, her gaze towards him had held a strange undertone.

Under her penetrating purple eyes, every clue was laid bare. The life level of the old man in the black robe before her had long exceeded the limit of his lifespan. The reason he had not yet perished was entirely due to an extra life force within his body that sustained him.

Outsiders might not be able to detect it, but to Mu Zi, that special fluctuation was like a firefly in the dark, originating from a trace of the Nine-Colored Divine Lotus's power of creation.

It is certain that Mo Yuanzhen, who is standing before us, did indeed come into contact with the primordial source hidden within the Great Yan Dynasty a hundred years ago.

Now that we have some concrete clues, we have achieved half of our goal. The next step is to figure out how to get the other party to talk and tell us the truth about what happened back then.

Inside the main hall, Mu Zi's nonchalant attitude towards the royal patriarch startled all the self-proclaimed juniors of the Great Yan Dynasty, who couldn't help but wonder what kind of confidence the mysterious woman in white possessed...

The royal patriarch's reaction then sent a slight shiver through everyone. Mo Yuanzhen narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering for a moment on the woman's excessively youthful and beautiful face hidden beneath her veil, before he spoke meaningfully:

"Truly, the younger generation is to be feared! To reach the Nirvana Realm at such a young age is something I have never seen before in my life!"

These words immediately caused a huge uproar among the crowd. All eyes were fixed on the ethereal figure, as clear as the moon, their pupils dizzying. Although some astute individuals present had already guessed the mysterious woman's identity and status, they still couldn't help but find it unbelievable when they truly learned of her Nirvana Realm strength.

In the Great Yan Dynasty, young people who can enter the third realm of creation in their early twenties are already extremely rare. As long as they can break through that threshold before the age of thirty, they are already worthy of the title of genius.

At the banquet, the young powerhouses represented by Wang Yan were all around twenty-five years old in reality, but in the eyes of the outside world, they were undoubtedly famous figures and the best of the younger generation of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Now, an extraordinary existence has appeared before everyone's eyes. The woman in white looks much younger than them and has already stepped into the Nirvana Realm. She is someone that even the royal patriarch, a veteran powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the dynasty, treats with great care!

In front of her, even Lin Langtian, the legendary number one genius of the dynasty, paled in comparison, like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

At this moment, gazing at the white-clad beauty's cool yet serene eyes, Wang Yan and the others felt their long-held worldviews being challenged, and their past pride now seemed utterly insignificant.

Faced with such a truly lofty and unparalleled goddess, these so-called geniuses are nothing more than mortals.

At this moment, a complex emotion surged in the depths of the eyes of the royal patriarch Mo Yuanzhen as he looked at Mu Zi. He had dominated the world for hundreds of years, but he had never been able to cross that threshold in his entire life. His cultivation was stuck at the initial stage of Nirvana and could not make any progress. Meanwhile, the other party had already stepped into that level at a young age.

One was in the prime of her life, the other was nearing the end of her life. The contrast between the two made Mo Yuanzhen's expression even more inscrutable. The way he looked at the woman in white was like that of an old and frail lion who encountered a wild goose while patrolling his territory. Beneath his strong and aged body, there was a hint of being unable to keep up.

"Heh, someone of your stature probably didn't come here just to celebrate my birthday. Tell me, what is the purpose of your visit?"

Seeing that the other party had brought it up, Mu Zi naturally explained her purpose: "Where did you get that longevity item you obtained a hundred years ago?"

"So that's what you were after..."

Mo Yuanzhen suddenly realized that the only thing in the royal family that could interest the person in front of him was the news that had been circulating for a hundred years.

Mo Yuanzhen took a deep look at the woman in white, then stood up and walked up to her, leaving her with the words, "Come with me, I will take you to see that treasure."

Then, the two figures, one old and one young, left the main hall amidst the varied gazes of the crowd. After a moment of stunned silence, the Third Prince Mo Ling suppressed his worries and continued to preside over the banquet...

Mu Zijing followed the old man in black robes, and after several twists and turns and passing through numerous restrictions, they arrived at a mansion deep within the imperial palace. From its grand and imposing atmosphere and magnificent architectural style, one could guess that this was the imperial palace where Mo Yuanzhen, the royal ancestor, resided.

Upon entering the imperial palace, a seductive melody drifted from afar. Through layers of curtains, one could vaguely see figures moving about deep within the palace, with celestial maidens dancing and playing music, the lingering sounds echoing endlessly.

As the two turned through a magnificent palace gate, the interior came into view.

One could see beautiful women dancing gracefully to the accompaniment of elegant music, their figures slender and their sleeves fluttering, a scene of extravagant beauty.

The dancers and musicians in the palace stopped in their tracks when they saw Mo Yuanzhen return to the palace with a stunningly beautiful woman of extraordinary temperament. The decadent music that had been echoing deep within the imperial palace gradually dissipated.

"What are you all standing there for? I didn't keep you all in the palace just to watch a show!"

A sense of majesty emerged from Mo Yuanzhen's aged eyes. "I have toiled for the royal family for most of my life, laying a great foundation. Can't I enjoy myself a little?"

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing."

No one dared to be negligent; their sleeves fluttered once more, and the elegant music and songs once again echoed within the imperial palace.

Seeing that everyone had submitted to his tyranny, Mo Yuanzhen's eyes softened. As people get older, they gradually lose their ambition and, in the little life they have left, only indulging in sensual pleasures can bring them joy.

Those women were all gathered from all over the dynasty by Mo Yuanzhen's men. Each one was a stunning beauty with a graceful figure. They were usually kept in the palace and danced a song every day to cultivate their character.

Although only Mo Yuanzhen was watching, he made a grand spectacle of it, sparing no expense to use many rare and precious treasures, just to create the most luxurious scene, as if this would allow the aging lion to enjoy the taste of power at all times.

"No stopping is permitted without my order."

Mo Yuanzhen spoke calmly, then withdrew his gaze from the graceful figures and looked at the silent white-clad fairy to the side.

"That item is inside the treasure vault ahead; I invite you to take a look."

Mu Zi frowned slightly as she looked at the extravagant scene inside the palace. She didn't say anything, and then she took light steps, following the figure in black robes in front of her, to a gate sealed by an array.