Chapter 37: The Entrustment of Mo Yuanhua

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The note read:

"Xuan'er, when you read this letter, it means you have mastered the power of the seal. This power comes from your mother, Xuan Yi. When combined with the Vast Sea Starry Sky, it can unleash its full potential. Remember, even if you achieve great success in the future, never act impulsively. One day, our family will be reunited. Alas, you also have an older sister. She and your mother were separated many years ago and we have never been able to find her. If you ever find her in the future, give her that scroll of Chaotic Ripples. The way to verify her identity is that on a full moon night, when the moon is at its zenith, a mark of the Moonlight Spirit Flower will appear on her back. This mark is like an Epiphyllum; it blooms briefly before fading away."

The letter was signed by Mo Yuanhua.

The content was simple, seemingly written in a casual tone to avoid saddening Mo Xuan. Yet, after reading it, Mo Xuan felt a heavy ache in his heart. He whispered to himself, "We will. We will definitely be reunited."

Mo Xuan carefully tucked the letter away.

He also gathered the two scrolls. He had intended to leave, but a casual glance caught a painting hanging on the wall.

"That is!"

Mo Xuan was startled. At first glance, the figure in the painting looked remarkably like Lan Bing.

However, upon closer inspection, there were subtle differences—primarily in temperament, as the woman in the painting appeared more gentle and refined.

Could Lan Bing be the sister mentioned in the letter? Such a coincidence seemed impossible.

Mo Xuan pondered deeply. His Origin Spirit was identical to Lan Bing’s, and even the techniques they practiced were the same.

Suddenly, a shock ran through his mind. After successfully cultivating the Three-Heart Mirage, he had seen a strange vision; the person in that vision matched the portrait perfectly.

If that was true, the scene he had witnessed must have been of his mother. He clearly remembered the person in the vision collapsing, as if suffering from some injury.

*Don't be rash,* Mo Xuan told himself, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

He continued to follow his line of reasoning.

When he was panicked earlier, he had rushed to find Lan Bing, mistakenly thinking she was the person from his vision and fearing she was in danger. But Lan Bing had told him her mother's name was Dongfang Yuanyi.

That left him uncertain. Yet, it all seemed too coincidental.

Mo Xuan rushed out, his first priority being to find Lan Bing, completely forgetting about Meng Yao.

In the backyard of the house!

Thanks to Lan Bing's renovations, the area had become hazy and filled with mist.

Lan Bing was relaxing in the warm spring pool in the backyard. She had been interrupted by Mo Xuan last time, so she figured she would take advantage of his absence to enjoy some peace and quiet.

"Wow, this is so comfortable! No matter what happens, I am not coming out," Lan Bing leaned back against the edge.

No sooner had she spoken than Mo Xuan hurried over, his tone urgent.

The situation became rather awkward.

Lan Bing was furious. She grabbed items from a nearby basket and threw them at Mo Xuan, chasing him away...

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"Whatever it is, you'd better not disturb me next time, seriously." Though she claimed she wouldn't come out, her body was more honest; she knew Mo Xuan wouldn't be this urgent without a serious reason, so she didn't dare neglect him, though she still issued a warning.

Mo Xuan apologized repeatedly and handed over the painting: "Do you recognize the person in this painting?"

"A painting? Just a painting? If there's nothing else, I'm going back to rest!" Lan Bing had expected something major and tossed it aside. "Don't do this next time. I'm a person too, sigh."

"Ah—" Lan Bing hadn't even looked at it. Mo Xuan had miscalculated, but he was truly desperate. He picked up the painting and held it up in front of her. "This is no small matter! Look closely!"

"Pfft!" Lan Bing tilted her head, glanced at it, and then immediately grabbed it to inspect it closely. Her demeanor turned urgent. "This... isn't this my mother? Where did you get this?"

"The Mo family basement. So, perhaps between us..." Mo Xuan stammered, unsure of himself.

"Stop, stop, let me think! This is impossible!" Lan Bing was clearly confused. She asked, "Wait, what is the name of the woman in this painting?"

"Dongfang Xuanyi!"

Lan Bing suddenly laughed: "Listen clearly, my mother's name is Dongfang Yuanyi. So, they cannot be the same person. Though we both share the surname Dongfang, perhaps we are distantly related, but don't go claiming family willy-nilly."

"Right, there's one more thing. The letter says that on a full moon night, when the moon is at its zenith, a mark of the Moonlight Spirit Flower appears on my sister's back. It only lasts for a moment. I don't know if..."

"No. You, seriously!" Lan Bing denied it on the spot. Besides, the mark would be on her back—how could she see it? Even if it existed, she wouldn't know, and she had no desire to be Mo Xuan's sister.

Mo Xuan had to consider other possibilities: "Perhaps it truly isn't you."

Having hoped to find a relative only to be rebuffed, he felt a sting of disappointment. *How could it be such a coincidence? I'll just have to find her myself,* he thought.

In truth, Mo Xuan did not know that once Lan Bing closed the door, she was in a state of turmoil. The nervousness she felt when seeing the painting could no longer be hidden: "Should I verify it or not?"

A full moon night at its zenith—that would be the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, wouldn't it? That was still half a year away.

Regardless, she could be certain that Lan Bing was likely related to her by blood. After all, the names were very similar, and the Spirit-Connecting Ancient Clan was not a weak tribe; it was unlikely everyone had been wiped out. Even if they weren't siblings, there was a blood connection, and deep down, she was willing to accept him as a brother.

As for Meng Yao, because Mo Xuan had been so hurried, she hadn't managed to stop him. Though she had the temperament of a young lady of status, she was reasonable and waited outside the gate of Mo Xuan's residence.

After a long time, she carefully knocked and walked in. Seeing Mo Xuan emerge, she ran over excitedly, greeting him affectionately: "Brother Xuan, can you tell me now? Hmm?"

Meng Yao's voice was delicate and soft, which made Mo Xuan feel a bit uneasy: "Oh, I apologize, I forgot."

"It's okay, it's okay, just tell me what you can!" Meng Yao looked around, pulled Mo Xuan to a nearby small pavilion, and sat him down, even preparing tea and snacks. "There!"

"Uh, alright!" Mo Xuan pondered for a moment, organizing his thoughts. "There are two types of formations: one uses spiritual power as a medium, and the other borrows the power of heaven and earth. So, you only need a bit of foundation in formation-building, combined with a bit of spiritual sense, and a portion of spiritual power. Combine these three, and you can achieve it."

"Ah, sigh." Meng Yao had expected some profound technique; she didn't expect such a vague explanation. "That's hardly 'a bit,' I think only the spiritual power part is 'a bit'!"

"You could put it that way."

Mo Xuan wasn't going to tell her it was the power of the Three-Heart Mirage, but he felt the principles were similar.

Meng Yao assumed Mo Xuan was right, but since she couldn't do it herself, she thought: *Just you wait, the competition is in a few days. I'll challenge you to a duel then, and you must use this move!*

Mo Xuan choked, feeling helpless. He had only demonstrated it slightly. "What is this? Why another duel?"

First it was Feng Xiaoxiao, then Lan Bing, and now Meng Yao wanted to spar. He felt quite weary.

However, Mo Xuan hadn't seen her in a long time.

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A few days later!

Clang, clang, clang!

Early in the morning, a knocking sound was heard.

Lan Bing opened the door; she was an early riser.

"Where is Mo Xuan?" It was Lin Meng Yao. She was carrying three bags and kept glancing past Lan Bing into the house.

Asking for Mo Xuan the moment she arrived made Lan Bing unhappy. She sighed, "Sigh, indeed, the opposite sex has more attraction. Come in, he hasn't woken up yet."

Hearing the tone, Meng Yao realized she had neglected the teacher she had worked so hard to recruit, even if it wasn't official yet. She handed a portion to Lan Bing, saying apologetically: "Sister Bing, I was wrong. Here, this is for you. I prepared three portions, one is yours."

"At least you have a conscience." Lan Bing’s expression softened significantly.

Mo Xuan was still studying the Heavenly-grade technique, Vast Sea Starry Sky, but despite repeating it many times, he couldn't grasp the basics, so he had to set it aside for now. He stretched his arms and stepped out of his room.

Today was the day of the competition.

He was surprised to see Meng Yao sitting in the living room.

Meng Yao was quick-witted. As soon as Mo Xuan opened the door, she rushed to greet him: "I brought some breakfast. It's still early, why don't we eat together?"

"Ah, this—" Mo Xuan didn't know what to say. He scratched his head, unable to refuse since she had brought it to his home. "Many thanks for your kindness, Miss Meng Yao, but..."

"There are no 'buts.' It's the competition today. I have no other intentions; I just want to form a team with you." Meng Yao waved her hands, fearing a misunderstanding.

"Form a team?" Mo Xuan was speechless.

"It's like this..." Meng Yao briefly explained.

The number of participants had suddenly increased by nearly half, so the rules had changed.

The first round of the competition required teams of two to four people. Only twenty-four participants would remain to move on to the subsequent rounds!

"Increased by half!" Mo Xuan was quite familiar with the area and was surprised to hear that so many people had arrived without his knowledge.

According to past customs, there were at most forty participants in such competitions, almost none of whom exceeded the Spirit Gathering Realm, with most being at the fourth to eighth level of the Spirit Sealing Realm.

It seemed there were many uninvited guests in the area recently.

"You really are completely out of the loop!" Meng Yao thought Mo Xuan was far too behind the times. "Do you remember Chen Pengfei?"

Mo Xuan naturally remembered him; he had almost fallen into his trap last time.

"Speaking of which, that guy is really shameless. He's already a direct disciple of the Shangqing Sect, yet he's still clinging to participating in this local competition," Meng Yao said with a look of disdain.

At this, Mo Xuan couldn't help but chuckle: "Aren't you the same!"

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