Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

"You truly are my good brother." Yang Yi sighed and gave Yang Ping'an a look, then happily handed him the candied hawthorn stick.

Yang Ping'an carried the stick full of candied hawthorns, pushed through the crowd in front of him, and walked towards Dongfang Qinlan. Occasionally, a few children would ask him for candied hawthorns, and Yang Ping'an politely gave them to them.

Dongfang Qinlan watched anxiously as the number of candied hawthorns in Yang Ping'an's hand dwindled, as if they were all hers.

She quickly finished the pancake in her hand, trying to break free from her sister Dongfang Huaizhu's hand and protect the poor candied hawthorns.

"Stop fooling around..." Dongfang Huaizhu held Dongfang Qinlan's small hand tightly. There were so many people in the square, and she didn't dare let her run around.

It wasn't that I was worried about Dongfang Qinlan being bullied, but rather that she might lose control and burn the other children, since the pure Yang Flame of their Divine Volcano Manor was no joke.

"Sister,..." Dongfang Qinlan looked up at her sister with a wronged expression as she watched the dwindling number of candied hawthorns in Yang Ping'an's hand.

"Little sister, do you want some candied hawthorns?" Dongfang Qinlan turned around in surprise when she smelled the aroma of candied hawthorns.

Yang Ping'an had five candied hawthorns left in his hand. He picked three candied hawthorns with one hand and handed them to Dongfang Qinlan. Seeing Dongfang Qinlan's wide eyes, he smiled and asked.

"Mmm." Dongfang Qinlan nodded happily, stretched out her free little hand, and took three candied hawthorns from the handsome older brother in front of her.

"Little sister!" "I'm sorry, my sister is young, please forgive her." Dongfang Huaizhu glared at his sister who was grinning foolishly, released his right hand from Dongfang Qinlan, and was helpless against his sister's gluttonous nature.

"It's alright, your younger sister is very cute." Yang Ping'an smiled as he looked at the young Dongfang Qinlan, holding two candied hawthorns in his left hand and putting one in his mouth with his right.

Dongfang Qinlan was enjoying her food, and Dongfang Huaizhu was getting a little envious. His gaze swept over the two candied hawthorns in Qinlan's right hand.

Dongfang Qinlan keenly sensed her sister's gaze. The two tufts of hair on her head stood up, and she placed her right hand in front of her, watching Dongfang Huaizhu warily, like a little animal guarding its food.

Yang Ping'an picked the last two candied hawthorns and handed one to Dongfang Huaizhu at the opportune moment, "Would you like a skewer of candied hawthorns?"

"Thank you, young master." A blush rose on Dongfang Huaizhu's face as she took the candied hawthorn from Yang Ping'an and thanked him.

Dongfang Huaizhu picked up the candied hawthorn with embarrassment, glaring at Dongfang Qinlan who was happily eating it. She thought it was because Qinlan was eating so deliciously that she wanted to try some too, and she was embarrassed in front of others.

Dongfang Qinlan looked innocently at her sister who glared at her again, not knowing what had happened. But now that her sister had candied hawthorns, she wouldn't snatch hers. Thinking of this, Dongfang Qinlan became happy again.

Yang Ping'an held a candied hawthorn in one hand, pondering what to do with the stick holding it.

Dongfang Huaizhu had been watching Yang Ping'an closely, and after a moment's thought, she understood what he was thinking. "Young Master, do you want to discard the items you're carrying and let me handle them?"

Yang Ping'an was surprised that Dongfang Huaizhu could guess what he was thinking, and blankly handed the empty stick for sticking candied hawthorns to Dongfang Huaizhu.

"Boom~ Whoosh~" A ball of golden divine fire rose in Dongfang Huaizhu's hand, instantly igniting the wooden stick holding the candied hawthorn. In the explosion of the divine fire, the wooden stick was burned to ashes without leaving any.

Yang Ping'an stared blankly at the ball of divine fire in Dongfang Huaizhu's hand, never expecting that such a small flame would have such immense power.

"This is the most powerful divine fire of our Divine Fire Mountain Manor—the Pure Yang Flame, also known as the Demon-Slaying Divine Fire." Seeing Yang Ping'an looking at the leaping flame in his hand with surprise, Dongfang Huaizhu assumed that Yang Ping'an did not recognize it and explained to him.

"I presume these two young ladies are the beloved daughters of Master Dongfang, Miss Dongfang Huaizhu and Miss Dongfang Qinlan." Yang Ping'an pretended not to know anything beforehand when he heard Dongfang Huaizhu's explanation.

"Young master is very knowledgeable. My sister and I do not know your name yet." Dongfang Huaizhu tacitly accepted Yang Ping'an's guess and asked for his name.

"Since you are Old Master Dongfang's beloved daughter, you can just call me by my name, Yang Ping'an, or simply by my given name." Yang Ping'an used the friendship between Old Master Dongfang and Old Master Yang to bring the two closer.

"I come from the Yang family of Tianyan. That round-faced guy over there is my second brother, Yang Yitan. The brother and sister next to him are the children of the owner of Wangquan Manor, Wangquan Baye and Wangquan Zui."

Yang Ping'an pointed to the three people on the other side of the crowd and introduced them to Dongfang Huaizhu.

Faced with the disdain in Yang Yitan and Wang Quanba's eyes for him deceiving young girls, and the strange look in Wang Quanzui's eyes as he stared at the older brother, Yang Yitan felt that he had thick skin and simply ignored it.

"Young master, so you are a member of Uncle Yang's family. I'll still call you Brother Yang." Dongfang Huaizhu had heard the names Yang Ping'an and Yang Yitan from the owner of Dongfang Guyue Manor before.

On the city tower, the heads of various families watched the lively scene below, where their disciples were gathered.

"Old Yang, that's not very fair of you!" The Li family patriarch teased Old Master Yang with a smile. "Your two grandsons, one has attracted the attention of the Wang Quan family's little princess, and the other has set his sights on the eldest daughter of Shenhuo Mountain Manor. You've spared no outstanding women of our Dao Alliance!"

"Hmph, that's their skill. If you're envious, you can let your two grandsons go after the people they like!" Old Master Yang couldn't hide his smile as he provocatively addressed the heads of the various families around him.

"Hmph, it's not even close to being settled yet! My daughter isn't so easy to win over." The old patriarch of the Dongfang family retorted irritably with a dark face.

"Isn't that just a matter of time?" Old Master Yang put his hand on Dongfang Guyue's shoulder. "We'll become family sooner or later."

The old patriarch of the Dongfang family turned his head away from looking at Old Master Yang's face, afraid that he would not be able to help but punch him.

He glared hatefully at Yang Ping'an, who was chatting and laughing with his eldest daughter, and Dongfang Qinlan, who had been bribed with three candied hawthorns. He couldn't understand how she could be so easily bribed by that little brat from the Yang family when he had never treated her badly.

Fortunately, Dongfang Guyue was unaware that Yang Ping'an had successfully dispelled Dongfang Huaizhu's suspicions and brought the two closer through his connections.

Otherwise, he would be furious.

Wang Quanfei also hated Old Master Yang to the core, but since his young lady had taken the initiative to approach Yang Yitan, he couldn't say anything.

So much time has passed, and Fei Lao has gotten used to seeing Wang Quanzui and Yang Yitan walking together.

Moreover, he was also in charge of hosting this year's Blue Sky Conference, so Mr. Fei ignored the teasing from the crowd on the city wall and walked to the square with a smile on his face.

"Is this fat...fat old man the famous Butler Fei?" the children asked each other in confusion.

Mr. Fei coughed a few times, interrupting the conversation among the many children in the square.

"Hello everyone, please don't be shy." Once the noise in the square subsided, Mr. Fei said with a smile.

"The task I need you to do to bring you all here today is very simple," said Old Fei, pointing to a black stone on a tray held by a Taoist priest from the Wang Quan family, as he addressed the children in the square.

"Given your backgrounds and teachers, you must all have heard of this thing, right?"