Birth of the Inheritance
Song Qian's face was on the verge of collapse as he ordered, "Hurry up and surround me."
The lackeys of the Origin Sword Sect quickly surrounded Song Qian and helped him put on his pants.
Mo Qingkuang saw that the Origin Sword Sect was unable to stop him for the time being, so he hurriedly said to Han Yan'er, who was staring at the half-naked man with her big curious eyes through the gaps between her fingers.
"Hey, why aren't you grabbing the Bottle-Breaking Pill? Why are you covering your eyes!"
When Han Yan'er heard this, she hurriedly went to get the Bottle-Breaking Pill.
Lin Yang was a little unwilling. He had just taken a step forward when he realized that Mo Qingkuang was standing right in front of him and Han Yan'er, staring at his belt.
Damn, does this guy have some kind of fetish?
Treasures were important, but he could not give up his dignity. Kuang Qing's movements were strange, and Lin Yang felt that he was at his wit's end. He could only suppress the urge in his heart and watch Han Yan'er take the Bottle-Breaking Pill.
"Kuang Qing! I want you dead!" Right after Han Yan'er obtained the Bottle-Breaking Pill, a heart-wrenching roar could be heard as the people from the Origin Sword Sect also dispersed their encirclement. A
Song Qian was wearing a pair of newly modified pants. He charged out in anger, wanting to fight Mo Qingkuang to the death.
Bottle-Breaking Pill? Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror? To hell with that! Damn it!
The people from the Imperial Clan also stood by Mo Qingkuang and the Ninth Princess' side, ready to protect them.
Just as they were about to draw their swords, a deafening voice rang out from the hall, "How noisy!"
Everyone was stunned. His voice was clear, bold, and carried a trace of pressure.
Looking at the platform in the middle of the hall, King Nian Hua's body was shining brightly. The flowers woven on the throne were also blooming even more beautifully, setting off a gorgeous sight.
Could it be that King Nian Hua was about to jump into the fray?
"Little brats, you all came here because you are fated with this king. The treasures in the hall are at your disposal," Light flashed on King Nian Hua's body.
"However, I can only choose one successor!"
So it really was the Flower King, Nian Hua. It was probably a remnant thought left behind by the fallen emperor.
Everyone was shocked. King Nian Huawas about to choose a successor. Needless to say, the successor chosen by King Nian Hua would be able to obtain the true treasure of the tomb, the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror.
"Your Highness, choose me, choose me! I'm very talented!" A young man waved his hand excitedly.
"A grade-eight martial artist dares to call himself a genius?" The surrounding people immediately looked at him with disdain. That guy was their previous opponent.
Everyone in the hall had different thoughts.
Song Qian had a lot of confidence in himself. His Innate Ability was between Heaven-Grade and Earth-Grade. He believed that no one present could surpass him, and his strength was second to none. Well, other than that damned Kuang Qing, there was nothing he could do.
As long as he could obtain the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror, he would be able to tear Kuang Qing into pieces!
Lin Yang was also confident. He had a Heaven-Grade Innate Ability. If King Nian Hua wanted to choose a disciple, he would choose the one with the most outstanding talent. He believed that he would be chosen!
"I am known as the Flower King. I love flowers as much as my life. My disciple must be someone who loves flowers." King Nian Hua's body spoke in a dignified voice, and a mysterious and dignified power swept across everyone.
"Flower lover…" Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze immediately gathered on Mo Qingkuang.
Wasn't this 'Flower Addict' who was famous for teasing Song Qian and plucking flowers in the Flower Palace the so-called flower lover?
Lin Yang felt that mysterious power probing him. When he heard what King Nian Hua said, he had already taken the bouquet of flowers from Chu Yanran. There were ninety-nine flowers, no more, no less.
His master was right. King Nian Hua's test must be related to flowers. That mysterious power had been lingering on his body for a long time.
Was it me?
Suddenly, the mysterious power trembled strangely and disappeared.
"What happened?" Lin Yang was extremely puzzled.
"You're not the only one picking flowers." The Alchemist Saint's voice sounded in Lin Yang's mind.
Lin Yang followed the crowd's gaze and looked at Mo Qingkuang.
"Where are your flowers? Take it out and see if it's broken," Mo Fan knew that his chance had come, so he quickly said to Mo Qingkuang.
Mo Qingkuang took out the flowers from his back and looked at them carefully. As he had protected them well, the hundred flowers were not damaged.
"Yes…" King Nian Hua let out a surprised cry. The corpse raised his hand, and a light red light shot out from his hand, shining on the bouquet of flowers in Mo Qingkuang's hand.
The bouquet of fresh flowers was lifted into the air by King Nian Hua's light and gradually separated into flowers.
"That's right, a hundred is exactly what I want," King Nian Hua nodded in satisfaction.
With a wave of his sleeve, a hundred flowers flew toward the stone pillars and gradually fused into them.
Some people noticed that the patterns carved on the stone pillars that each flower had fused into were exactly like this flower.
Then, every stone pillar began to flash with light, and it became more and more intense.
The stone pillars transformed into sparling and translucent cylinders!
Then, as if they could not withstand the light energy inside, the hundred stone pillars shot out a white light at the same time.
The white light grew thicker at its source, then became thinner in mid-air. Then, they converged together and finally shone on Mo Qingkuang's forehead.
Mo Qingkuang felt some mysterious information enter his mind.
It was the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror!
His ancestor was right. Gathering hundreds of flowers was the most important part of obtaining the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror!
Everyone was in an uproar. If they still didn't know that King Nian Hua had chosen Mo Qingkuang, they would be fools.
So, the real secret was here! The ten Flower Palaces weren't just buried with the flower-loving king. They were tokens of his approval!
"Kuang Qing! Why is his luck so good? If I had known earlier, I would have gone to pick flowers too," An Origin Sword Sect disciple said indignantly.
Someone beside him laughed, "Forget it. Kuang Qing can at least contend with Senior Brother Song. His talent is extraordinary! Do you really think you can become King Nian Hua's inheritor with just a few flowers?"
"If you don't know how to speak, then don't!" Seeing that Song Qian's expression turned even uglier after hearing the disciple's words, Zhuang Fan felt like crying from the stupidity of his underling.
He hit the sore spot and slapped the man's head.
Han Yan'er looked at Mo Qingkuang, who was being enchanted by the white light, and muttered, "No wonder you were willing to give me the Bottle-Breaking Pill. So you already knew that something higher would belong to you!"
When Mo Qingkuang told her to get the Bottle-Breaking Pill, she was still a little puzzled. The Bottle-Breaking Pil was a fifth-grade medicinal pill. It could help increase the probability of a Martial Honor breaking through to the Martial King realm. It was a true treasure.
And yet he willingly let her grab it? Now, she knew better. He had seen something better than the pills!
Lin Yang looked helpless. He knew that Kuang Qing must have picked a hundred different types of flowers to get King Nian Hua's recognition.
He was filled with hatred. It wasn't that he didn't want to pick all one-hundred types, but one of the flower fields had been destroyed by someone.
Now he knew who it was. It was Kuang Qing! He must know something. No! He had long known that the biggest secret of the Flower King Mausoleum hide was within his hundred types of flowers!
It finally explained the killing intent Kuang Qing had when he saw him and Chu Yanran picking flowers…