Chapter Fifty-One: Admiring the Cold and Clear

  Mo Feng defeated Mo Lei and then won two more rounds in a row, advancing strongly. In the next round, his opponent even conceded voluntarily when he saw that his opponent was Mo Feng.

  The Mo Family Clan's Coming of Age Ceremony is held over two days, so the semi-finals and finals will be held on the following day in the morning and afternoon respectively.

  At night, in the grand hall of the Mu Mansion's side courtyard.

  "The wind, you performed too well today, your parents are proud of you!" Mu Chengzhi excitedly rubbed his hands, the excitement on his face was evident. Mu Feng entered the top four, this also means that he can now return to his clan as he wished.

  Lin Hui was also looking at Mu Feng with a relieved expression. After so many years, her son's efforts had finally fulfilled this long-held wish of hers.

  "Dad, mom, this is what a son should do." Mu Feng chuckled and scratched his head, saying.

  "By the way, Feng Er, where did you learn the martial arts you used today?" Mu Chengzhi suddenly asked.

  "Dad, when I was training in the Luoxia Mountains, I met a master who taught me this martial art. Today is my first time using it, and I didn't expect it to be so powerful?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, then brought out the words he had prepared earlier.

  Mu Chengzhi looked at Mu Feng's tender little face, seemingly not like a lie, and asked again: "What is the name of that expert?"

  Someone who can casually impart a set of Xuanjie martial arts to Mufeng is definitely not a simple character. It's worth noting that Xuanjie martial arts are generally the most precious treasures among the various schools and factions in Tianfeng County, and they won't be easily taken out to show people.

  "This, that high person didn't say." Mu Feng hesitated for a moment and shook his head. He wasn't unwilling to tell his parents, but if he said it was given by Qingfeng Tianzun, it would be strange if Mu Chengzhi and his wife weren't scared out of their wits.

  "Alright, Brother Mu, since Feng Er has encountered this situation, it also means that he is lucky. He still needs to participate in the trial tomorrow, so let's let him rest early." Lin Hui interrupted Mu Chengzhi who wanted to continue asking questions.

  Mu Chengzhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, Feng'er, you go back to your room and rest early."

  "Alright, Father, Mother, you should rest early too." Mu Feng said as he quickly turned around and slipped into his room. If he continued to be questioned by Mu Chengzhi like this, he would definitely reveal some flaws.

  "Hui Mei, why didn't you let me continue asking just now?" Mu Chengzhi said with some puzzlement.

  "Zhi Ge, Feng Er isn't young anymore. If he doesn't want to say anything, we shouldn't force him. If he wants to tell us, he will naturally do so." Lin Hui said softly.

  "What you said is also right, but since that fall from the cliff, the wind has indeed changed a lot. Perhaps on Luoshen Peak, he really had a great opportunity." Murong Chengzhi murmured to himself.

  ……

  The next day, when warm sunlight shone through the gaps in the window, golden yellow light spots filled the entire room.

  The door opened, and the golden sunlight poured in, shining on the young man's body. His slender figure stood tall and upright, his slightly immature face filled with determination.

  "There are only two matches left, I must work harder." Murong thought to himself.

  Since witnessing the power of lower-level Xuanjie martial arts yesterday, he has also become quite interested in Xuanjie martial arts within his clan. After fulfilling his wish to help Mu Chengzhi and his wife return to their clan, today he will set out towards an even higher goal.

  Arrived at the martial arts arena, the stone seats around were already packed to bursting. Many of yesterday's absent tribespeople, having heard about Mu Feng and Mu Lie's battle, regretted not coming and slapped their thighs in dismay, so today they came early to occupy a seat.

  "That's Mu Feng, doesn't seem like anything special though?" someone whispered.

  "If you had come yesterday, you wouldn't be saying that." The person next to him gave him a white eye and said disdainfully.

  Mo Feng slowly walked onto the martial arts stage and saw the figure standing opposite him, but for a moment he was stunned.

  Across from me stood a young girl, wearing a yellow shirt, with big eyes sparkling, extremely cute, and a delicate face flashing with a hint of vitality. Behind her back was a ponytail that reached down to her slender waist, exuding the freshness and energy of youth.

  Although the yellow-shirted girl was still young, she was slender and elegant, with a seductive figure wrapped in a yellow shirt that emitted a youthful charm, momentarily stunning all the boys below.

  Many young men under the stage were gazing at the yellow-shirted girl with fervent eyes. Although Mu Feng did not know this yellow-shirted girl, seeing the reaction of the many young men, he also knew that this yellow-shirted girl was extremely popular in the Mu Manor.

  This was the first time Mo Feng faced off against a girl, and he saw that the yellow-shirted maiden's cultivation was similar to Mo Lie's, having reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm. He shouldn't be her opponent, so he kindly said: "Miss, why don't you just admit defeat? If we were to fight, I'm afraid I might hurt you."

  Unexpectedly, Mu Feng's good intentions were misinterpreted, and his tone of voice wasn't quite right, which instead enraged the yellow-shirted girl. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmph, you're quite bold, do you think defeating Mu Lie means you can defeat me?"

  "I didn't mean it, I just got a bit carried away with my fists and feet. If I accidentally hurt you, that would be bad." Murong hastily explained, looking rather flustered as he had almost no experience interacting with girls in either his past or present life.

  "This sentence is still given back to you." The yellow-shirted girl had never been looked down upon like this before, even when Mu Sheng and Mu Li met her, they didn't dare speak so presumptuously. After hearing it, she was momentarily furious.

  Before the words fell, the yellow-shirted girl had already struck with a palm, her figure like a butterfly fluttering through flowers. This was precisely her signature move, the Butterfly Palm, a top-grade martial art of the Yellow Stage.

  "Waaah!"

  Fierce palm wind brought bursts of breaking wind sounds towards Mufeng's neck, fast, accurate and ruthless!

  Mo Feng did not expect the yellow-shirted girl's attack to be so sharp, and his body hastily dodged, although he avoided the yellow-shirted girl's jade palm, but his neck was still swept by the palm wind, and for a moment, he felt a burning pain.

  "Good!" The young man under the stage shouted loudly. Those boys were all loyal supporters of the yellow-shirted girl, and when they saw the yellow-shirted girl gain momentum with one move, they cheered in unison.

  The girl in yellow also smiled with satisfaction, making the young man on stage even more infatuated.

  Mo Feng withdrew his underestimating heart, he hadn't expected that the yellow-shirted girl in front of him was not weak at all, earlier he had been careless for a moment and suffered a hidden loss.

  Mo Feng didn't know, but the crowd below recognized this young girl, Mo Han Qing. She was the granddaughter of one of the three senior elders of the Mo clan's inner court, Mo Huai Zhi. However, she wasn't Mo Huai Zhi's biological granddaughter, but rather the only descendant of a deceased friend of Mo Huai Zhi's, whom he had taken in out of nostalgia for old times.

  Unexpectedly, Mu Hanqing's innate talent was extremely high, and her cultivation speed was also extremely abnormal. At just 15 years old, she already had strength comparable to that of Mu Sheng and Mu Lie. If Mu Feng underestimated her because she was a girl, he would truly be ignorant until death.

  "How about it? Are you going to repeat what you just said?" The girl in the yellow shirt asked with a somewhat triumphant smile.

  "I'm sorry, I take back what I said earlier." Mu Feng's face also showed a solemn expression.

  Her strength is not much weaker than Mu Lie's, if you still underestimate her, then you're really asking for death.

  However, he was also shocked beyond measure. The geniuses of the Mu family were indeed endless, and casually taking one out to Hong Feng Town would leave Jiang Yong's eighteen streets in the dust. If he hadn't encountered Qingfeng Tianzun and had that great opportunity, he really wouldn't have been able to compare with these geniuses from the Mu family.