Chapter 373: Instigation

Hearing this gentle male voice, everyone looked behind.

A handsome, warm-looking young man walked towards them with a team of people. He was wearing a blue robe, which made him look even more elegant and tall.

His entire body carried a gentle feeling, like a spring breeze, and it was easy for one to only care about his temperament and ignore his cultivation base.

As soon as Lou Mu Yan turned around, she met the other’s pair of blue eyes, which were deep and clear, like they were carved from the best Spar in the world.

“Lan Si.” Although the other party had changed a lot in both temperament and appearance, but she still recognised him at a glance.

Lan Si saw Lou Mu Yan wearing a red robe that wrapped around her beautiful figure, still filled with the same elegance as when she wore her purple clothes, but with a little more of a valiant feeling.

“Little Yan’er, I didn’t expect us to meet again.” Lan Si didn’t show any surprise that Lou Mu Yan was a pupil of the Eight Extremes Sect and appeared here. He knew her information well.

Lou Mu Yan furrowed her brows slightly, “I’m not that familiar with you.”

She knew that Lan Si’s gentle and elegant skin was definitely a disguise, and his identity wasn’t as simple from beginning to end. It now seemed that she had guessed correctly.

“We went to the Glacial Mountain Range together to participate in the Trial. Why is it that you turn around and become so alienated from me? It truly hurts my heart.” Lan Si’s handsome appearance was filled with grievances, as if he had been an abandoned little daughter-in-law.

Lou Mu Yan rolled her eyes at him speechlessly and didn’t reply. She didn’t bother to care about this fox.

Meanwhile the people behind Lan Si twitched the corners of their mouths in complete astonishment. They had never seen His Royal Highness get along with any woman like this before.

“What? The Sea Race also wants to share some porridge?” Shen Mu Feng’s expression grew a little grim when he saw Lan Si bringing people here.

If it was just a Ming Xiu, he would still have confidence in killing him and snatching the Obsidian Fluorite, but if the people of the Sea Race were included, then it would be a big problem.

When Gu Xiu and the others heard Shen Mu Feng say ‘Sea Race’, their expressions changed instantly.

There was a sea kingdom in the northernmost Sea Region of Tian’ling Continent. There, it was a world of the Sea Race. The Sea Race was very strong, and they would fight with the human Sword Masters every century.

They obviously didn’t expect that the people of the Sea Race who were so far away would actually come to the Falling Ghost River.

They guessed that the Spiritual Item in the Falling Ghost River couldn’t only be at Earth Rank, and was most likely at Heaven Rank—otherwise the Sword Saints of the Devil Race and Sea Race wouldn’t come here on purpose.

Gu Xiu walked beside Lou Mu Yan and asked in a whisper: “You know the Sword Saint of the Sea Race?”

“I do. He used to be an instructor lurking in the Empire Academy of Yan’zhou Kingdom. I didn’t expect him to be a member of the Sea Race either.” Lou Mu Yan furrowed her brows deeply.

She used to think that Lan Si had an extraordinary origin and that his cultivation base was deliberately sealed by himself, but she didn’t expect him to be a member of the Sea Race.

Most importantly, they hadn’t seen each other for two years, but Lan Si’s cultivation base had reached Peak-Phase Sword Saint, and there were two Sword Saints and five Sword Venerables in the group of the Sea Race people behind him. It would be tricker to snatch the Obsidian Fluorite now.

“So it seems that little beauty and the people of the Sea Race have a very close relationship!” An arc of a smile rose on Shen Mu Feng’s stern face and he looked at Lou Mu Yan, saying: “I was just saying how I looked forward to meeting next time, but I didn’t expect us to see each other so soon.”

Lou Mu Yan glanced at Shen Mu Feng coldly. Was this damned man trying to sow discord between her and the five Major Sect’s pupils?

What did it mean by that she had a close relationship with the people of the Sea Race? What did he mean by looking forward to their next meeting?

Wasn’t this obviously saying that she was colluding with the Sea Race and the Devil Race?

“Yeah! I’ve also been looking forward to seeing you.” She smiled sweetly, but there was no warmth in her eyes, and she continued: “You’re worth one hundred thousand contribution points. If I kill you, there’ll be no shortage of cultivation resources when I return.”

Shen Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed aloud: “Good! Since my life is that valuable, if you have the ability, then feel free to take it.”

“Tsk tsk, Little Yan’er actually lacked Sect contribution points that much!” Lan Si walked lightly towards Lou Mu Yan, placed his face close and said: “How about I help you kill him?”

Lou Mu Yan glanced at Lan Si coldly. A golden light emerged from her sleeve and Lan Si’s pupils constricted as he dodged quickly.

[BOOM!!] A huge tree behind him was immediately split in half by the golden light.

“Stay far away from me.” Lou Mu Yan said with disgust.

Seeing a slender golden needle returning to her sleeve, Lan Si narrowed his eyes, “Little Yan’er is so cruel. If I took a step too late, I would’ve become the dead Soul under your needle.”

“Enough nonsense. Talk about your purpose.” Lou Mu Yan rolled her eyes.

Lan Si chuckled, “We naturally came for the Obsidian Fluorite.”

“Shen Mu Feng is also here for the Obsidian Fluorite, can you beat him?” Lou Mu Yan blinked and said: “Since the pupils of our five Sects aren’t strong enough, then we won’t bother, you guys can play slowly.

“The Obsidian Fluorite is about to be born. I wonder which side will get it first. It’s truly enviable!” She glanced at the two and added.

Ming Xiu’s eyes that were as deep as the sea swept across Lan Si with coldness. The projected avatar of the South Sea King from one of the Four Sea Races?

He saw the deep interest in Lou Mu Yan in Lan Si’s eyes, and a killing intent rose in his heart.

So what about the avatar of the South Sea King? If he dared to covet his woman, he would let Lan Si know that there were some people that he shouldn’t think of.

“Little Yan’er, you sowing discord is too obvious. You want us to fight until we’re both severely injured then let you, the fishermen, benefit1?” Lan Si knew Lou Mu Yan’s temperament very well—this little fox wanted to do something bad again.

Lou Mu Yan looked at him with a look as if to say ‘you’ve discovered the truth’ and said: “That’s exactly it. So are you going to fight? Could it be that you want to cooperate to divide up the Obsidian Fluorite? Actually, that’s not a bad idea for the both of you.”

“…” The pupils of the five Major Sects couldn’t resist but twitch their eyelids when they heard her give them ideas. Just which side was she standing with.

If the Sword Saints of the Sea Race really joined forces and eventually divided the Obsidian Fluorite, then wouldn’t they be in danger?

Shen Mu Feng and Lan Si looked at Lou Mu Yan who was smiling like a flower and couldn’t help twitching the corners of their lips. She must have said this because she knew it was absolutely impossible for them to cooperate.

“We Devil Race and the Sea Race have always been at odds with each other, so let’s not cooperate.” Shen Mu Feng continued: “But little beauty, it’ll also be impossible for you to profit as the fisherman.”

“Then you can fight first, don’t worry about us.” Lou Mu Yan urged: “After the fight, you’ll be eligible to compete for the Obsidian Fluorite.”

Both the Sea Race and the Devil Race wanted to swallow the Obsidian Fluorite for themselves. It was inevitable to fight. Right now, both sides had powerful Sword Saint powerhouses. She and Ming Xiu belonged to the disadvantageous group, so of course, they must attack accurately with one shot.

Lan Si and Shen Mu Feng were both rather cautious and fearful of each other. Both of them were avatars projected onto this interface, and even if Lan Si’s cultivation base was stronger, but they would still be a match when they fought.

For the Obsidian Fluorite, they had no other choice but to fight. They both lurked on this small interface for the sake of the Obsidian Fluorite, so naturally no mistakes were allowed.

“Lan Si, do you dare to fight me?” Shen Mu Feng raised an eyebrow and asked.

“What’s there to not dare. Let me experience some methods of the Devil Race’s Holy Son.” Lan Si’s fighting spirit was high.

The Devil Race and the Sea Race confronted each other and both wanted to kill the other side first, then swallow the Obsidian Fluorite for themselves in a bit.

Meanwhile, Lou Mu Yan and the pupils of the other five Major Sects were completely ignored by them—a group of Sword Venerable cultivation pupils only, they wouldn’t care about them.

Seeing how the two parties quickly fought together, the pupils of the five Major Sects were completely dumbfounded. The two teams really listened to Lou Mu Yan’s instigation and started fighting…

1it comes from the well-known Chinese idiom ‘鹬蚌相争，渔翁得利’ which means, literally: ‘when the snipe and clam grapple, it’s the fisherman who stands to benefit’.