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Qing Yang was startled, but he did not say anything. He slightly bowed his head and watched Beitang Haifan and the others leave.

"Qingyang, if you win against the Nangrong family this way, I'm afraid it will arouse jealousy and hatred." Lu Xianhan frowned, somewhat worried.

"Hmph, even Nan Rong would not dare to do anything to a guest of our Dongfang family." Dongfang Yun snorted coldly, but he didn't seem to care at all, "Don't worry, Qingyang. Since he's from the Dongfang family, even if he's jealous, he wouldn't dare to make a move."

Qingyang nodded his head, not really taking the matter to heart. After all, his current attitude was very clear. After clearing up his relationship with Beitang Haifan, he believed that the South Rongfamily would not think of any excuse to make trouble for him.

"Haha, Qingyang, you have done so much for our Dongfang family. Come, let's go. We must celebrate today! We will not leave until we're drunk!" After pausing for a moment, Dongfang Yun laughed heartily and waved his hand to signal the extremely excited people of the Eastern Dragon Tribe to return to their homes.

On the red brick road of the Nan Rong Imperial Palace, Qingyang who was clad in green clothes was naturally the focus of everyone's attention. Whether it was the guards, palace maids, or family members, they all looked at him with various expressions of admiration, reverence, or jealousy.

Brother Qingyang, it is unexpected that you actually did not use that metal flame to defeat Hong Tian. Dongfang Ming said in a low voice. Apparently, he was still immersed in the crazy attacks from Qingyang martial arts.

"Haha, the reason why I won is not because my martial arts are stronger than the South Rongxian technique." With a chuckle, Qingyang explained, "I won in terms of speed and body."

"However, Brother Qingyang, your speed is truly too terrifying." Recalling how his spiritual will could barely catch Qingyang's figure, Dongfang Ming felt his heart tremble.

"Ke ke, Ming, you do not need to belittle yourself. In fact, if you were to face Hong Tian, you might not necessarily lose." Qingyang shook his head and chuckled.

It was true that Mystic Bird's Flames were incomparably tyrannical, but how could the Netherworld Flame of the Nine Netherworld Blue Lotus be ordinary? The Mystic Bird and the Nine Serenities Green Lotus were both primordial species. If Dongfang Ming were to face Hong Tian, it could only be said that the two of them would be 50% to 50% successful.

Dongfang Ming did not deny it. He secretly thought that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely fight Hong Tian and see just how tyrannical the Mystic Bird's Flames were.

Everyone chatted all the way back to the manor. Dongfang Yun immediately ordered the servants to prepare dinner and sent a message back to the Eastern Dragon Sect to report back to the sect head, Dongfang Han, about the Qingyang Dance Spoon.

It was a night of wild celebration. Other than a disciple from the Eastern Dragon Tribe who had a competition the next day, everyone else drank until the sun rose. Only then did they stagger back into the house.

Qingyang wouldn't get drunk even if he drank for a few hours. After all, he was an innate expert, so how could he get drunk?

This was also the first time Qingyang felt that he had truly become one with the Dongfang family. Originally, perhaps other people respected him because of his potential or talent, but today, after he had won, Qingyang felt the sincere congratulations and joy of the crowd. Everyone had long since treated him as a member of the Eastern Dragon Sect and Dongfang family.

"In today's battle, it seems like the golden flame has left his body. Just one petal. No matter how overbearing it is, it is useless if it meets a true expert." Qingyang, who had returned to his room, repeatedly comprehended the battle with Hong Tian yesterday. If his opponent was an expert above the Spirit Refinement realm, it was likely that his golden flame would not cause much harm.

Based on the current situation, only by breaking through to the Spirit Refinement realm would he be able to continue practicing the Golden Crow's Brilliance. Although he didn't know how many golden flames he would have or how powerful it would be, Qingyang was still looking forward to it. After all, this was a divine scripture left behind by an ancient demon clan.

"Ai, I wonder when I'll be able to break through." With a light sigh, Qingyang understood that he could not afford to bother himself with this matter. He calmed down and began to absorb the drop of Ancestral Voodoo blood. The night flew by, and to cultivators, it was but a few seconds.

Aside from a few battles between the descendants of the Eastern Dragon, Qingyang didn't go and watch them. Instead, he cultivated in silence in his manor.

What was interesting was that in the future, all of the people from the Four Clans who fought Qingyang would show off their skills, or politely greet him, and then gracefully admit defeat. All of these actions caused Qingyang to laugh involuntarily.

Actually, everyone could understand why. After all, aside from Hong Tian, who was injured by Qingyang, if Qingyang hadn't shown mercy, there would be no one who could match him. It would be better for him to just admit defeat, lest he suffer physical pain.

Lu Xianghan and Dongfang Ming did not disappoint. They did not meet any elites from other clans in their previous match and all made it to the top four. However, what was unfortunate was that Dongfang Ming had met Beitang Haifan in the top four.

With Dongfang Ming's reckless personality, he would naturally not lower his head and admit defeat. It was unknown if it was because of Qingyang, but Beitang Haifan did not make any ruthless moves. After dozens of rounds of attacks, Beitang Haifan used the Black Tortoise Body to 'send' Dongfang Ming down the stage.

However, Dongfang Ming's Netherworld Flame surprised the people of the Four Great Clans. It was like a fire that could burn through everything, but incomparably cold. It caused Beitang Haifan to have a whole new level of respect for this stupid young man.

"Miss Lu, tomorrow will be the day you fight with that Zi Mu from the South Rong family." At this moment, everyone had already finished eating and returned to their respective rooms to cultivate. Lu Xianhan and Qingyang were on the other hand, leisurely strolling and chatting in their small courtyard.

"Mm. I've heard of this person before. I wonder if he is really as powerful as the rumors say." Lu Xianhan, who was under the crescent moon, was even more cold and charming.

"Hmm? Hearing this name, could it be that this person is not a South Honor Family disciple? " When Qingyang heard Lu Xianhan's words, he felt astonished in his heart. This Zi Mu should be someone with an extraordinary cultivation.

Slightly shaking his head, Lu Xianhan looked at the crescent moon in the sky and softly said, "Like you, she is also a guest elder of the Nan Rong family."

"Hmm? Foreign delegate? " As a guest elder of the Dongfang family, not only did he possess a tyrannical cultivation, he was also proficient in medicine and medicine, and Zi Mu was not even twenty years old. He probably wasn't at the Xiantian realm.

"Like you, she is an alchemist." Glancing at the astonished Qingyang clan, Lu Xianhan indifferently opened his mouth and said, "I heard that she will also participate in next year's Medicinal List Competition."

Qing Yang nodded his head thoughtfully. He recalled that Yanran had mentioned to him that there would definitely be an extremely outstanding immortal alchemist in the Nan Rong family competing for the medicinal pill ranking. Presumably, it should be Zi Mu.

"Interesting, I wonder how her medical skills are." Qingyang muttered softly as the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile.

Turning his head to stare at Qingyang and seeing that Qingyang seemed to be interested in Zi Mu, an unexplainable bitterness arose in Lu Xianhan's heart. He coldly said, "You seem to be interested in her."

Hearing this, Qingyang awkwardly scratched his head and quickly explained: "Miss Lu, this is the first time I've heard that the guest elder of the Nangrong Family not only has a tyrannical cultivation, but is also a young doctor. That's why I asked him a few more questions without any other intentions."

After saying this, Qingyang was stunned. He didn't know why he had to explain this. However, after taking a glance at Lu Xianhan's expression, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"If we win tomorrow's battle, the dragons and phoenixes of the Four Great Imperial Clans will win two crowns." Tilting his head, Lu Xianhan stopped looking at Qingyang and said in a low voice, "Poison Face Zi Mu ?"

"Poison Face Purple Mu?" Qingyang's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly. After hearing the name 'Poison Face', it seemed like Zi Mu's medical skills were related to poison.

"Are you trying to ask why this Zi Mu is called 'Poison Face'? Is it related to the use of poison?" Lightly sitting on a stone chair behind him, Lu Xianhan asked in a low voice, "Zi Mu is indeed extremely talented in poison."

Qingyang's heart tightened for no reason when he heard this. A thought that left him flabbergasted surfaced in his mind, "Could this Zi Mu be the one who poisoned Yanran?"