Chen Jiao rode on a paper butterfly, slowly flying towards the platform in the middle of the lake. Her light blue gauze dress fluttered in the wind, as if she were a fairy from the Jade Pool, moving people's hearts.

  Mo Qingchen sighed silently, wishing he could also have a flying sword of his own someday.

  Chen Jiao and Mo Shiyi stood facing each other, neither of them speaking for half a day.

  After a long time, Chen Jiao finally spoke in a soft and gentle voice: "Mo Yao, I never thought that we would meet again in such circumstances. It's been years since we last saw each other, how have you been?"

  Most people from the four major families knew each other, but those like Mo Qingchen who had been cultivating in Chaoyang Hall since childhood and rarely left the Mo Manor before the age of fifteen were exceptions.

  Chen Jiao and Mo Yao have a story between them too.

  Chen Jiao was fifteen years old when she first left her family to hunt and kill monsters, but due to her inexperience, she was trapped by the monster instead. Fortunately, she was rescued by Mo Yao, who also went to hunt and kill monsters.

  It's fate, known as the number one beauty of the four major families, Chen Jiao, who has been pampered since childhood, unexpectedly fell for Mo Yao.

  The young girl's heart was aflame, like a moth darting into the fire, passionate and reckless. Alas, Mo Yu had already been betrothed to Hua Xiang of the Hua family at that time.

  What shocked everyone even more was that Mo Yao, faced with the absolute beauty girl's genuine feelings, unexpectedly turned a blind eye to them and instead had deep feelings for his gentle and delicate fiancée, Hua Rui.

  The entanglement of the three people did not subside until Mo Yao and Hua Rui got married, and it was only then that the dust settled. From then on, Chen Jiao rarely stepped out of the Chen Mansion and never saw Mo Yao again. After a few years, she heard that Chen Jiao had been taken to Luoxia Gate by someone.

  Facing the girl who was once pure and innocent, now a radiant and charming woman, Mo Yao's heart was filled with mixed emotions for a moment, and he said lightly: "Mo Yao has always been the same, but Miss Chen has become even more beautiful."

  "Miss Chen..." Chen Jiao took a step back, her face slightly pale, and then suddenly burst out laughing with a silvery bell-like sound: "As long as Brother Mo is safe, I'm at ease. Since that's the case, let's begin."

  Chen Jiao's voice had just fallen when a tender shout was heard, and immediately the white silk in her hand flew like two silver snakes, dancing towards Mo Yao.

  These two white ribbons look ordinary, but they are actually a mid-grade artifact called Locking Emotions. They were woven from the shed skin of a silver python beast mixed with ice silk from snow spiders. They are impervious to water and fire, and if a cultivator's body is wrapped in them, their spiritual energy will be trapped, rendering them no different from ordinary people.

  Chen Jiao was brought to Luoxia Gate by a senior of the foundation-building period, originally as a furnace tripod. However, she was born with a beautiful bone structure and stunning looks that captivated everyone. Over time, the senior's heart was moved, and he truly regarded her as his companion. This treasure was given to her by that senior. Moreover, he often rewarded her with various elixirs, and Chen Jiao's cultivation greatly increased, advancing from mid-stage Qi Refining to an 11th-layer Qi Refining cultivator in just three years.

  Mo Yao had stayed at the 11th layer of Qi Refining for many years, and his foundation was much deeper than Chen Jiao's, who relied on taking elixirs to rapidly increase her power. Unfortunately, he didn't have a single decent magical artifact in hand, and before long, he was left with no way to counterattack by Chen Jiao.

  It's essential to know that a magic weapon is extremely important for cultivators. If one possesses a good magic weapon, even a low-level cultivator can defeat a higher-level cultivator in battle, let alone when they are at the same level now.

  Mo Yao's forehead gradually seeped out with sweat, those two white practices that followed him without a shadow were like the maggots on his heel bone, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't shake them off.

  Just then, Chen Jiao let out a soft laugh, and Mo Yao was shocked to discover that the white ribbon had wrapped itself around his waist like a silver snake. What made him even more horrified was that he couldn't use any of his spiritual powers.

  Chen Jiao looked at Mo Yao's expression and her face showed a mixture of emotions, murmuring: "Mo Yao ge, I'm sorry!"

  As soon as the words fell, her hand suddenly shook, and the white silk wrapped around Mo Yao fell into the lake.

  Everyone in the Cold Fragrance Pavilion only heard a splash, and then saw Mo Shiyi fall into the lake.

  "Brother Yao——" Mo Hua shouted hoarsely and suddenly leaped forward, about to jump into the lake.

  Luckily, she was caught by Mo Shiyan beside her. Mo Shiyan said in a low voice, "Eleventh sister, don't panic, the duel between the two clans is strictly forbidden to take lives, Chen Jiao has a plan."

  Mo Hua listened and calmed down a bit, but still fell to the ground, wailing in tears.

  "Dad——" Hu Tou cried and ran to the front of Mo Hua, with both hands embracing Mo Hua, "Mom, Dad fell down, fell down..."

  At this moment, Chen Jiao's hand moved, and the white silk in her hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, bringing Mo Yao out of the lake once again.

  Chen Jiao's hand closed in, and in an instant, she pulled Mo Yao into her arms. Then, surprisingly, she lowered her head slightly, and her red lips pressed against Mo Yao's lips!

  Mo Qingchen was shocked, who could tell her what was going on?

  Although she had long felt that the cultivators in this world seemed to be much more casual about etiquette and social norms, not as strict as ordinary people, but...but it couldn't be even more open than modern times!

  A married woman passionately kisses another woman's husband in a crowded courtyard? Hmm, maybe she was giving him CPR. Mo Qingdun felt like he was going crazy and couldn't help but pinch his own face to see if he was dreaming.

  Mo Yan opened his eyes to find the stunning woman's crimson lips only an inch away from him, her orchid-like breath caressing his face. The woman whispered softly to him, "Mo Yan ge, I want you to never forget me for the rest of your life."

  After finishing speaking, Chen Jiaosu's hand rose, and the colorful butterfly floated in the air again. She hugged Mo Yao and jumped onto the butterfly, which flapped its wings and flew towards the Cold Fragrance Pavilion.

  If they were to ignore their identities, this scene would make them look like a pair of divine lovers. Mo Qingchu watched as they rode the butterfly together and sighed in his heart.

  Chen Jiao carried Mo Yao down from the butterfly, walked a few steps to the front of Mo Hua's fallen body, put down Mo Yao, and smiled extremely strangely.

  Mo Hua's face looked even more unsightly.

  Chen Jiao's mouth curved into a smile, and she walked step by step towards the direction where the Chen family members were, thinking to herself in her heart, Huarui, you will also have to taste the pain I suffered back then.

  "What's wrong, Uncle Hua? Isn't Jiao'er winning like this?" Chen Jiao said to the somewhat stunned Hua Baicheng.

  Hua Baicheng's face was slightly awkward, really didn't think that this Chen family's daughter, after staying in Luoxia Gate for a few years, would be so shocking and unconventional. However, thinking of her relationship with Luoxia Gate, he naturally wouldn't say anything to embarrass himself, so he clearly announced: "The second round, Chen Jiao from the Chen family wins!"

  This time, neither the Chen family nor the Mo family cheered or said anything. Everyone seemed to still be in shock.

  Chen Jiao sat calmly on one side, picked up a fruit from her body and started eating.

  Mo and Chen families have each won one game so far, and they are now tied. At this point, the upcoming match between the two Qi Refining stage cultivators, which was initially thought to be uninteresting, has become the main event.

  "The third round is about to begin—" Flower Hundred City's words were cut off before he could finish speaking.

  "Wait a minute—" said Chen Shi Chong, the head of the Chen family.

  "What's wrong, Brother Chen?" asked Hua Baicheng.

  Chen Shi Chong glanced at Mo Da Shan and said, "I didn't think it would come to this. Don't you think that deciding the outcome with just a few moves between two Qi Refining stage children is a bit too childish?"

  He had thought that winning two games in a row was a sure thing, but he underestimated the strength of Mo Fei Yan and entered the third game.

  They were the Chen family's children, only one of whom had just entered the fourth layer of Qi Refining. The rest were either still at a lower level or had already entered the middle stage of Qi Refining. But as for the Mo family, he knew that both Mo Xiaobai and Mo Ran were at the peak of their Qi Refining in the fourth layer.

  It's easy to guess what happened next. How could he let the Huo Yu Shi Mai that was originally in his hands slip away like this!

  "Brother Chen, the rules of this trial were decided long ago. You're raising objections now; don't tell me you have no confidence in the Chen family?" Mo Dashan asked with a smile.

  Chen Shi Chong smiled: "That's right, I didn't say cancel the initial Qi refining competition, but at that time, we didn't say whether this competition was a test of divine consciousness or actual combat!"

  "Brother Chen, your words are somewhat unreasonable. Are you saying that all the comparisons we made before don't count?" Mo Dashan said in a deep voice.

  Chen Shichong shook his head and said, "We've compared notes before, of course it's about arithmetic. However, in the initial stage of refining Qi, it's hard to tell anything from a trial by combat. They don't even know how to cast attack spells, do you want us to watch children fighting? This goes against the original intention of a cultivator's duel."

  "What does Brother Chen mean by that?" Mo Dashan thought to himself, this old guy is up to something again.

  "My intention is, rather than this round being a comparison of divine insight, it would be more reasonable if we were to change it to a battle of wits." Chen Shichong said.

  Mo Dashi didn't dare to neglect, glanced at Hua Baicheng and Ouyang Yanshan.

  It's actually what Chen Shichong said is not bad, for people with very low cultivation, it's actually better to compare their divine consciousness, which can reveal the difference in strength between the two, because at the initial stage, one's innate physical quality can still play a big role in the fight, but since Chen Shichong brought it up, he didn't dare to agree for the time being.

  "In my opinion, Brother Chen's words also make sense." Ou Yang Yanshan suddenly said, who had been silent all along.

  "Brother Mo, look—" said Hua Baicheng.

  Things have come to this, Mo Dashan had no choice but to agree.

  On Mo's side, the person who appeared was indeed Mo Ran, while on Chen's side, when their person appeared, Mo Dashan was taken aback for a moment.

  That young man has only just reached the fourth layer of Qi Refining, normally speaking, one's divine sense grows along with their cultivation. This Chen family, are they deliberately seeking a dead end?

  But he also knew that Chen Shichong would never do such a foolish thing, and he was even more puzzled in his heart.

  Chen Shichong secretly sneered, Mo Dashi, you only see that the child's cultivation is not as high as yours in the Mo family, but you don't know that he coincidentally learned the technique of growing divine consciousness.

  It was a test of divine insight, and there was no need to go to the lake platform. Mo Ran and Chen Jia's young man stood on the empty ground outside Leng Xiang Pavilion, more than six feet apart, with a red thread drawn by Huajia between them.

  That flower hundred city threw out a pomegranate-sized attached spirit ball, and shouted: "Start!"