"Yichen, I’m your sister." Sang Xuewu’s face darkened as she looked at the man with some helplessness.

Upon a closer look, one could see that her features were actually quite similar to that man’s, with about seventy to eighty percent resemblance. However, Sang Xuewu’s features were more delicate, while the man she addressed as Yichen had more masculine features.

"Even mother can’t clarify this issue, so why must you insist on claiming to be my sister?" Sang Yichen shook his head, walked over to Sang Xuewu’s side, and corrected her by poking her shoulder.

"Mother said I was born first." Sang Xuewu said wearily.

"Then I still won’t call you sister." Sang Yichen turned his head away defiantly.

His childish demeanor really did make him seem like a younger brother.

Sang Xuewu sighed helplessly and asked, "Did you sneak out behind mother’s back?"

Sang Yichen, however, looked up and denied, "I came with the Third Elder, and mother agreed."

"You two are always like this when you meet, Xuewu, weren’t you handling affairs at Wuyin Mansion? How did you end up in Liuhuo City?" An older middle-aged man stepped out from the Sang family’s group, asking Xuewu kindly with a smile.

"Third Elder." Sang Xuewu bowed to the man, briefly looked over the seven or eight Sang family members who accompanied him, and then retracted her gaze, replying, "I finished my business at Wuyin Mansion and heard that the grand hunting event started earlier, so I came to check it out."

"I see, we also came for that. You better stick with us. There are various forces here in Liuhuo City and the Sunset Grassland, don’t wander off alone." The Third Elder advised with concern.

"Hmph, Elder. Isn’t she the top of our Sang family’s younger generation? She can take care of herself; she doesn’t need to follow us." Suddenly, a sarcastic voice floated out from the Sang family group.

Sang Xuewu looked up, her icy gaze directly meeting the eyes of the woman who spoke with jealousy.

"Hey! Sang Zilan, cut it out with that tone." Before Sang Xuewu could react, Sang Yichen had already blurted out.

The man next to Sang Zilan also expressed displeasure, "Sang Yichen, your sister may be the number one talent in the Sang family, but you’re not. Why are you yelling here?"

"Enough! What kind of manners are these, arguing outside!" The Third Elder intervened, stopping the unnecessary dispute.

His stern gaze swept over the instigating man and woman, admonishing them, "Sang Ye, Sang Zilan, if you two don’t want to stay in Liuhuo City, I will have someone send you back to Fusha City immediately."

"Third Elder, we were wrong."

"Third Elder, we apologize."

Sang Ye and Sang Zilan immediately bowed their heads to admit their mistake.

It was evident that this Third Elder of the Sang family held significant authority in their hearts.

"It’s good that you realize your mistakes. Don’t keep making trouble for Xuewu and Yichen. You’re all disciples of the Sang family; you should support each other. Understand? And the rest of you too." The Third Elder reprimanded Sang Ye and Sang Zilan, and his gaze also swept over the remaining three silent Sang family juniors.

As for the other two individuals, who were stewards of the Sang family, they remained silent.

The Third Elder finished addressing them and then turned towards Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen, speaking earnestly, "The same goes for you. Especially you, Yichen, your mother has worked so hard, don’t cause her any more worry, try to learn from Xuewu."

"How are they considered members of the Sang family?"

While the Third Elder was scolding them, Sang Zilan grumbled in defiance.

These words floated into the ears of Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen, and the latter was about to explode in anger again, but Sang Xuewu firmly held him back, her icy gaze sweeping across to confront them.

The Third Elder also sharply turned around to look at Sang Zilan, a silent warning evident in his eyes.

Sang Zilan immediately shut her mouth and lowered her head, saying no more.

"Xuewu, don’t mind it. They don’t have ill intentions, they’re just competitive at their age. Your excellence makes them always want to find fault. I’ll discipline them better in the future." The Third Elder walked over to Sang Xuewu and softly consoled her.

Sang Xuewu nodded to indicate she didn’t mind.

At this point, the Third Elder smiled broadly and said, "There are rumors from the Wuyin Mansion that your ranking on the Cub Phoenix List has improved again? Where do you stand now?"

"Ninety-seventh, I still need to continue working hard." Sang Xuewu replied calmly, without a hint of pride between her eyebrows. She was not even satisfied with her own achievement.

Though she was not satisfied, the Third Elder was thrilled. He said "good" three times in a row and praised, "Good child, this result is already very good, don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

Sang Yichen was also extremely excited, with a proud expression, as if the person ranked ninety-seventh on the Cub Phoenix List was himself. He even complacently raised an eyebrow towards Sang Zilan and Sang Ye.

Hearing Sang Xuewu’s latest achievement, Sang Zilan and Sang Ye exchanged a glance. Even if they were unwilling, they could only swallow their pride.

After all, how could they compare to Sang Xuewu?

"Let’s go, settle down in Liuhuo City first. Once we’ve prepared everything, we’ll enter the Sunset Grassland," the Third Elder said, signaling everyone to head towards an inn.

The inn was a pre-booked room, not a particularly good one, just clean and neat, preventing any unnecessary conflicts.

Just after settling in, Sang Xuewu left the chatty Sang Yichen, who was asking her about the situation at Wuyin Mansion, and went alone to the Third Elder’s room.

After thinking for a moment, Sang Xuewu finally knocked on the Third Elder’s door.

"Who is it?" came the inquiry from the Third Elder inside.

Sang Xuewu replied, "Third Elder, it’s me, Xuewu."

"Oh, Xuewu, come in," the Third Elder’s tone turned more familiar upon hearing it was Sang Xuewu.

Sang Xuewu pushed the door open and entered the room. As she closed the door, she was seen by Sang Zilan, who, driven by curiosity, wanted to eavesdrop but feared being discovered, so she walked away reluctantly.

"Xuewu, did you need something from me?" The Third Elder sat cross-legged on the bed, seemingly meditating.

Sang Xuewu lowered her eyes and said to the Third Elder, "I’m sorry for interrupting your cultivation."

The Third Elder waved it off, saying, "It’s fine, I was just meditating and adjusting my breath. Tell me, what’s the matter? When I saw you today, I felt you were burdened with worries."

Sang Xuewu pursed her lips and said to the Third Elder, "Third Elder, I met Ying Chuan at Wuyin Mansion."

"What!" The Third Elder’s eyes suddenly constricted, and he jumped from the bed in surprise, taking two or three steps to reach Sang Xuewu, scrutinizing her with a slightly changed expression, asking, "Did he do anything to you?"

Ying Chuan’s admiration for Sang Xuewu was no secret in the Sang Family.

But Sang Xuewu was the hope of the Sang Family. How could she marry a playboy?

"No, but I cut his tongue and gave him a good beating," Sang Xuewu took the responsibility upon herself.

"You cut his tongue?" The Third Elder’s expression changed dramatically. "Why were you so impulsive?" He paced anxiously around the room, worried for Sang Xuewu.

When Ying Chuan encountered Sang Xuewu, his first worry was that she would be harmed.

Learning she was unharmed but had cut off Ying Chuan’s tongue and beaten him, he was instantly troubled.

If this matter wasn’t handled properly, it could potentially affect the entire Sang Family.

Sang Xuewu’s expression was indifferent as she said, "He tried to drug me and force me to submit. I had no choice but to take drastic measures to escape."

"He actually tried to drug you? That despicable bastard!" Upon hearing this additional information, the Third Elder’s face darkened even further, understanding why the usually level-headed Sang Xuewu acted so ruthlessly this time.

Sang Xuewu’s eyes flickered slightly, and she spoke softly, "I realize I was a bit reckless in this matter, which is why I came to you, Third Elder, to seek a remedy."

The Third Elder sighed deeply, his expression a bit forlorn as he said, "Think of the glory of our Sang Family in the past. If the Sang Family’s strength still remained, with such matters occurring, even if you killed that rogue with a sword, our Sang Family wouldn’t have to bear any burden. But now..."

He shook his head with a bitter smile, looking at Sang Xuewu with eyes full of regret. "You’ve been wronged, child."

Within those words lay much frustration and distress, something perhaps only the Sang Family members could understand.

Inferior to others, one can only bow!

"Third Elder, you don’t need to feel guilty. The Sang Family raised and nurtured me. I shouldn’t have caused this trouble for the Sang Family; it’s my fault, Xuewu said apologetically.

"No, it’s not your fault. You did the right thing; preserving your dignity was the most important in such a situation. Now we just need to find a way to resolve this," the Third Elder stopped Sang Xuewu’s guilt.

He calmed down, contemplated for a moment, and said to Sang Xuewu, "This major hunt is due to a team of floating guests that emerged out of nowhere. This team is strong and mysterious, and many families intend to engage with them privately to see if they can be won over. The Ying Family is among them. When we reach the Sunset Grassland, we might run into people from the Ying Family. Before we came, I heard that Ying Ze is leading the team for the Ying Family this time. I’m just not sure if the news of Ying Chuan’s injury has reached his ears yet."

"Ying Ze?" Sang Xuewu’s expression changed, worry deepening in her eyes.

If it were someone else from the Ying Family leading the team, perhaps there would still be room for negotiation. But if it’s Ying Ze...

"Ying Ze is arrogant, unmatched among the younger generation, and has never been one to compromise. If he is to handle this, I’m afraid it will be hard to resolve peacefully," Sang Xuewu said softly.

The Third Elder nodded in agreement, "Indeed. If it were another elder from the Ying Family, I might have put on a humble face and prepared some Divine Weapons to negotiate and mediate, and perhaps the matter would pass. But Ying Ze... sigh, no matter what, we have to try. After all, it was his brother who was at fault first. Although Ying Ze is proud, he is also reasonable."

"..." Sang Xuewu remained silent. In her heart, she thought, ’Ying Ze being reasonable is indeed true. But his reason is only his own.’

She remembered once when a First-class Guest had a conflict with someone from the Ying Family, and Ying Ze happened to mediate by chance.

Because it was the servant of the Ying Family who caused the trouble, he beheaded the servant. Then, he immediately challenged that guest and killed the guest in a single move.

"Don’t worry, Xuewu, things may not be as bad as we think," the Third Elder saw Sang Xuewu’s silence and comforted her.

Sang Xuewu smiled slightly at the Third Elder, "When I return to the family, I will report this to the Clan Leader and take full responsibility."

"Child, why are you taking this so seriously?" the Third Elder feigned displeasure.

Sang Xuewu smiled faintly and said no more.

The Third Elder said to her, "Rest well tonight. In a few days when we settle down at Sunset Prairie, I will meet with the Ying Family to resolve this matter once and for all."

He thought that Sang Xuewu was in a bad mood because of this.

But Sang Xuewu did not explain and, after thanking him, left the Third Elder’s room and returned to her own room.

When she returned, Sang Yichen was idly lying on the table, turning an empty teacup with his fingers.

As soon as he saw her come back, he jumped up and rushed to her, asking, "Where did you go? So secretive and not letting me follow."

"I just went to discuss something with the Third Elder," Sang Xuewu replied, choosing her words carefully.

Sang Yichen, however, pressed on, "What’s so important that I can’t hear it?"

Sang Xuewu glared at him, "You’re just not allowed to know."

Sang Yichen paused, walked back to where he had been sitting, and sat down boldly. His face no longer childish, he said seriously, "Sang Xuewu, you should know that I am the only man in the family. I should be the one protecting you and mother, not the other way around."

"You just focus on your cultivation and try not to cause trouble for me and mother," Sang Xuewu said helplessly.

"I’ve been trying hard! But I just don’t have the talent for Artifact Refining, so what can I do?" Sang Yichen shouted loudly.

Sang Xuewu looked at him, her expression complex. After he vented his frustration, she spoke softly, "You may not be able to refine artifacts, but you have me. You know that both I and mother want you to concentrate more on your Spiritual Power Cultivation. Your cultivation talent is actually much better than mine, but you lack focus."

Sang Yichen lowered his face and clenched his fists. "Being born in the Sang Family, to earn everyone’s respect, it’s not enough to just have Spiritual Power Cultivation. What’s most important is talent in Artifact Refining. Otherwise, no matter how high my Spiritual Power Cultivation is, it’s useless to the Sang Family. I also want to contribute."

"Yichen, I understand your thoughts. But some things cannot be forced. We should focus on what we can do," Sang Xuewu advised.

Sang Yichen took a deep breath and finally nodded. He smiled, spiritedly saying to Sang Xuewu, "I’ve already broken through to the Sixth Layer of the Gray Realm, and I haven’t told anyone yet."

Sang Xuewu’s eyes lit up with joy, "Really?" She knew that Yichen’s talent was superior to hers.

Sang Yichen nodded, "Of course it’s true."

Sang Xuewu smiled with relief.

Seeing her smile, Sang Yichen awkwardly said, "I know what you and mother mean, keeping me protected, to give me an undisturbed cultivation environment. But without trials, how can one truly grow?" All attention was blocked by Sang Xuewu, while he, Sang Yichen, was ignored. Yet no one knew that although he couldn’t refine artifacts, his cultivation talent was no less than Sang Xuewu’s.

"Mother said that the Sang Family only needs to showcase one genius to the outside world," Sang Xuewu said, seriously looking at Sang Yichen.

After a pause, she continued, "Yichen, you want to go out and explore. Both mother and I understand, but we have already lost father and cannot afford to lose you too."

"I understand," Sang Yichen sighed silently and compromised again.

"By the way, did you get the Earth Emperor Pill from Wuyin Mansion?" Remembering Sang Xuewu’s purpose of going to Wuyin Mansion, Sang Yichen asked quietly.

This matter was a family affair, unknown to the rest of the Sang Family.

In mentioning this, Sang Xuewu’s smile deepened, and she nodded.

"That’s great! Now we don’t have to see mother sleepless with worry. With the Earth Emperor Pill, we have more time," Sang Yichen also became excited.

"Not only that, but on this trip to Wuyin Mansion, I also met someone she..." Sang Xuewu’s excitement suddenly halted, and she swallowed the rest of her words.

"Who did you meet? Who was it?" Sang Yichen blinked, curiously pursuing the question.

Sang Xuewu, however, shook her head slowly, her smile fading, her eyes showing complex thoughts. "I’m not sure yet, so I won’t tell you for now."

"What do you mean you’re not sure, so you won’t tell me? Hey, Sang Xuewu, don’t keep me in suspense like this!" Sang Yichen said discontentedly.

Sang Xuewu irritably walked over to the bed and curtly said to him, "Get back to your room, I need to rest."

"You’re too much!" Sang Yichen angrily slammed the teacup on the table to show his dissatisfaction.

Sang Xuewu suddenly stopped, looking back at Sang Yichen, she asked, "Do you know about the time mother was refining..." She cut off mid-sentence, shook her head, and said, "Forget it, if I don’t know, you wouldn’t either. Go rest."

Being ’teased’ twice in a row, Sang Yichen was so upset that he almost spat blood.

Yet, he had no choice but to leave her room, embarrassed under Sang Xuewu’s stern gaze.

...

The Sang Family stayed in Liuhuo City for three days.

During those three days, they prepared all the supplies needed for Sunset Grassland and the Canglan Mountain Range.

Afterward, they set out under the leadership of the Third Elder, heading towards the Sunset Grassland a thousand miles away.

As the Sang Family moved towards the Sunset Grassland, Mu Qingge had already arrived there ahead of them with her team.

The Sunset Grassland was vast and boundless.

Standing within it, one couldn’t see the edges at all. Some say that to cross it, one would have to walk nonstop for ten days. In the distance, a ridge of the Canglan Mountain Range could be seen.

The Sunset Grassland served as a base for a grand gathering.

The real competition ground, however, was actually in the Canglan Mountain Range.

"The Sunset Grassland was just the campsite." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The real reason for the meeting was to compete in the Canglan Mountain Range.

"How exciting! I’ve wanted to see other Spirit Beasts," the young Yuanyuan said with eyes brimming with curiosity and excitement as he hopped around.

Behind him stood the rest of the group that had followed Mu Qingge: Bai Xi, Hua Yue, Xuan Kui, Linchuan, and Mo Yang.

In Mu Qingge’s hands was an adorable creature with pure white fur and fiery, flame-like eyes.

"You better behave and come back soon, don’t cause any trouble," warned Sang Xuewu as she released the creature, calmly watching it scamper off into the grassland.

The whole sky seemed to shake as a distant roll of thunder boomed.

"What on earth was that noise, so loud?"

As everyone was puzzled, they suddenly felt the solid earth trembling under their feet. In the distance, there seemed to be a giant machine, slowly marching toward Sunset Grassland which created such vibrations.

"Is it the fight? Is it the arrival of the Ying Family?" Yuanyuan asked with curiosity, unable to stay still.

"You will know soon," Mu Qingge replied softly, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon.

After speaking, she took the first step into the Sunset Grassland.

The others followed closely behind.

In the Sunset Grassland, tents had already been set up distinctively, each marking the territory occupied by various floating guest teams, serving as temporary camps.

Mu Qingge and her group weaved through the tents, continuously heading towards the depths of the Sunset Grassland.

Mo Yang and his group had arrived earlier, knowing Mu Qingge’s group would come, and had already shared their coordinates with her.

"Xuan Kui," Mu Qingge suddenly called out as she walked.

Xuan Kui immediately quickened his steps to reach Mu Qingge’s side.

Mu Qingge curved her lips into a smile and asked, "Have you made up your mind and won’t regret it?"

Xuan Kui, naturally knowing she was referring to that matter, immediately replied, "Rest assured, Young Master, Xuan Kui will never regret it. From now on, Xuan Kui’s master is only Mu Qingge, not the Young Master of the Mu Family!"

His reaffirmation made the smile on Mu Qingge’s lips become playful. "I’m curious, what made you decide?"

Xuan Kui shyly smiled and said to Mu Qingge, "My sister said, you won’t lose."

Mu Qingge was momentarily taken aback, then laughed heartily. Her laughter was robust, unlike that of ordinary women, yet infectious.

Her laughter not only caught the attention of her own people but also the surrounding floating guests.

They only saw an incredibly attractive young man in scarlet, gracefully passing through. His demeanor and elegance were unmatched, prompting many to take a few more glances, guessing which family this prodigy belonged to.

"Young Master, did I say something funny?" Xuan Kui scratched his head, confused.

Mu Qingge stifled her laughter, turned her gaze to Xuan Ya, and then back to Xuan Kui, with an undiminished smile, "Your eyesight is good, but not as discerning as your sister’s. She is right; I won’t lose!" But even if I win, I don’t necessarily have to acknowledge the title of the Mu Clan’s Young Master.

Mu Qingge added in her heart.

Xuan Ya’s words, she understood well. What she meant was that Mu Qingge would not lose, so the choice she presented to Xuan Kui was invalid; she was their eternal Young Master.

However, Xuan Ya did not understand that Mu Qingge would not follow the path laid out by the Mu Family’s ancestors.

All she wanted was the Divine Strategy!

Mu Qingge’s eyes gleamed as she restrained her smile.

Staring at Mu Qingge’s tall and upright figure, Xuan Kui remained confused. At this time, Xuan Ya walked up to him and said, "You fool, the Young Master intends to cultivate you, so you must not disappoint her expectations."

Xuan Kui nodded, "I will definitely not let the Young Master down."

"Why don’t you hurry up and follow the Young Master?" Xuan Ya hinted.

Xuan Kui immediately hurried after her.

Xie Ya approached Xuan Ya and whispered, "If sister were less concerned about the tribe, I think the Young Master wouldn’t have asked Xuan Kui such a question."

Saying this, she chased after Mu Qingge’s figure.

Xuan Ya was taken aback, silently pondering Xie Ya’s words repeatedly. Bai Xi walked up to her and laughed, "Xuan Ya girl, while your concern for the tribe is not wrong, you shouldn’t lose sight of what’s important. Remember, Qingge is your Young Master, and you need only wholeheartedly support her. Once the grand ambition is achieved, your tribe will not be forgotten. If you constantly weigh the tribe’s gains and losses and withhold from Qingge, how can you earn her trust?"

Bai Xi’s words were like a wake-up call, startling Xuan Ya into realization.

She looked gratefully at Bai Xi, thanked her, and then went forward in pursuit.

"You don’t seem like someone who meddles in others’ affairs," Yin Chen said to Bai Xi.

Bai Xi replied, "I suddenly don’t want to stay with the Dragon Tooth Guards anymore. I can’t leave Qingge alone." Previously, the thought of leaving was out of fear of the Howling Beast. But now, she had formed a pact with Mu Qingge, becoming one of her contractual beasts alongside the Howling Beast, hence there was no more security issue to worry about.

Seeing Mu Qingge caught up in mundane matters, she felt no desire to leave.

Yin Chen glanced at her and said, "Yesterday, Qingge already mentioned this to me. Henceforth, I and you will take turns attending to her, just like Hua Yue and You He."

"Really!" Bai Xi’s eyes shone with excitement.

Yin Chen nodded, "After the grand hunt concludes, Hua Yue and I will stay behind, while you and You He continue to accompany her. Of course, if you want to stay, that’s fine too; I won’t compete with you."

"No need. I think Qingge’s arrangement is quite good," Bai Xi immediately responded.

Mu Qingge’s party, each one handsome and distinguished, male or female, were dragon and phoenix among people, and as they walked across the Sunset Grassland, they became an exceptionally beautiful sight, attracting numerous glances.

Especially Mu Qingge, who walked in front. Not only was she the most beautiful among them, but her overall temperament was also impossible to ignore.

She walked leisurely across the grassland as if strolling through her own backyard. Such a lazy, unrestrained demeanor was not something the average person could imitate.

Before long, she was met with admiring glances from many female floating guests.

"Boss, they’re all stealing glances at you," Yuanyuan whispered to Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge raised her eyebrows and looked at him, smiling, "You’re walking with me; how do you know they’re not looking at you?"

Uh...

Yuanyuan was momentarily stunned, then immediately became proud. "Hahaha, then they must be looking at this young master!" Saying this, he proudly accepted the adoring glances coming his way.

Before long, he became the topic of discussion among the female floating guests.

"Look, that young man is really pretty. I wish I could take him home to raise as my little brother!"

"Raise him as a brother? I think you want a husband for yourself, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense, be careful not to frighten the child."

The playful laughter came from all around, and those words drifted into Yuanyuan’s ears. Yet, he listened with a confused expression and moved closer to Mu Qingge to ask, "Boss, what is a husband like? Is it like you and dad?"

"Ahem." Mu Qingge almost choked on Yuanyuan’s curiosity. She forced herself to remain calm and said sternly, "Children shouldn’t be curious about everything."

"I’m not a kid anymore!" Yuanyuan protested indignantly.

Mu Qingge twitched the corner of her mouth and reluctantly said, "It’s just some idle gossip, no need to pay attention."

Since she was unwilling to speak, Yuanyuan had to give up. But his eyes turned in thought, quickly considering, ’If the boss won’t tell, I can ask someone else.’ He snickered secretly and dashed over to Yin Chen’s side.

At this moment, the surrounding chatter started up again.

This time, it centered around Mu Qingge.

"That young man in red is strikingly handsome. He’s so beautiful, he makes us women jealous. If I could spend just one night with him, I’d die with no regrets."

"Come on, looking like that? The young master might puke!"

Laughter erupted, for the female floating guests were much bolder in behavior and words compared to typical family girls, naturally due to the environment they lived in.

"Alright, stop dreaming. Can’t you see the fox spirits around the young master? Each one is more beautiful than the last, some seductive and enchanting, others pure and elegant. How could they be interested in us floating guests living on the edge of a knife?"

"Sigh, just having dreams. If we can’t even dream, then life is too unbearable."

As the conversation continued, the atmosphere became a bit melancholic.

The number of women among floating guests was extremely low, and those who could survive in such teams were those with a strong will. Such sentiments also made one feel their inner yearnings.

Sadly, aspirations remain aspirations; they must continue surviving in reality.

These discussions did not escape Mu Qingge’s ears. She heard them but didn’t bother to explain, as it wasn’t necessary.

After walking for nearly an hour, Mu Qingge and her group finally reached the vicinity of the location Mo Yang had informed them about.

Xuan Kui looked around; there were fewer tents in this area, but they were larger and more organized.

"Young Master, shall I ask where Dragon Teeth’s camp is?" Xuan Kui said to Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge shook her head and refused, "No need, follow me."

After speaking, she directly walked towards the direction of the high hill.

Xuan Kui asked in surprise, "Young Master, why are you heading towards the hill?"

Mu Qingge smiled and said, "They are all from a military background. Their skills in setting up camps are definitely more seasoned than others. When setting up a camp, one must look for a high terrain that’s easy to defend and hard to attack, with water sources and escape routes. Even if it’s not an actual marching battle, these things are ingrained in their bones and won’t change easily."

As she spoke, Mu Qingge had already led everyone to the front of the hill.

Sure enough, on top of the hill, there was a large-scale camp. It was very orderly and well-organized. There were even lookouts, watchtowers, flood defense ditches, and sand and stones to guard against fire, all fully prepared.

As they approached the hill, a solid wooden gate three meters high appeared before everyone, with imposing flags on either side. The flags were dark with gold embroidery of a fierce dragon head. The dragon roared towards the sky, fangs bared, and its blood-red eyes radiated a terrifying killing aura.

This was the flag of ’Dragon Teeth’, once seen in Linchuan, now fluttering on the lands of the Middle Ancient Realm.

Beside the flag was a tall watchtower overlooking the entire Sunset Grassland.

At the moment, outside the tightly closed wooden door, a group of people gathered, each exuding a murderous aura, appearing to be ruthless figures who made a living among the dead.

Their presence outside the Dragon Teeth’s camp came as a surprise to Mu Qingge.

The gate remained closed, but they refused to leave, as if waiting for the moment it would open.

"Why are these people gathered here?" Hua Yue asked with a frown.

At this time, a sharp-eyed Dragon Tooth Guard standing on the watchtower spotted Mu Qingge and the others. He immediately turned excitedly to notify those inside the camp.

Before long, to the surprise of the floating guests outside, the tightly closed doors of Dragon Teeth slowly opened. A team of Dragon Tooth Guards came out, quickly cleared the passage, and told the floating guests, "We at Dragon Teeth are not recruiting. You all can go back. Don’t waste your time waiting any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yang appeared and headed straight for Mu Qingge.

"That’s the leader of Dragon Teeth!"

"So young!"

"To be so young and yet have built Dragon Teeth to such strength, truly impressive!"

The murmurs started with Mo Yang’s appearance, but he ignored them and went directly to meet Mu Qingge.

"Little Lord!" Mo Yang said excitedly.

He then looked over the new companions.

When he saw the adult Yuanyuan, he paused and asked in surprise, "Are you Yuanyuan?" Clearly, he could recognize Yuanyuan because You He and Jing Hai had previously informed him.

"Mo Yang, how do I look? Handsome, right?" Yuanyuan proudly jumped in front of Mo Yang, hooking his shoulder.

Mo Yang lowered his gaze, agreeing, "Hmm, very beautiful."

Yuanyuan’s expression immediately changed, asking, "What do you mean, very beautiful? Is ’beautiful’ a word to describe me?"

Unfortunately, Mo Yang paid no more attention to Yuanyuan, instead looking at Mu Qingge, "Young Lord, everything is prepared. Let’s enter the camp and rest."

Mu Qingge nodded and, along with Mo Yang, headed towards the camp. As she passed the floating guests, she glanced at them and said to Mo Yang, "Handle this properly."

Mo Yang nodded in understanding.

As they entered the Dragon Teeth camp, the doors closed once more.

The floating guests were curious and couldn’t help but shout up to the Dragon Tooth Guards on the watchtower, "Who was that person? Why were they allowed to enter the Dragon Teeth camp?"

It seemed that in their minds, entering the Dragon Teeth camp was a great honor.

The Dragon Tooth Guard on the watchtower, with a proud expression, said, "Her? There is no one more qualified in the world to enter here than her."

This response sparked endless imagination among the floating guests.

...

"Third Elder, it seems the people from the Ying Family are just ahead," Sang Xuewu said to the Third Elder.

They had just arrived at the Sunset Grassland, intending to settle down before looking for the Ying Family camp to deal with the matter of Ying Chuan. However, not far ahead of them, the Ying Family flag had already appeared.

Obviously, the Ying Family had just entered the Sunset Grassland too, and coincidentally ran into them.

The Third Elder’s eyes took on a look of darkness.

He thought for a moment, then nodded to Sang Xuewu, "It’s good to run into them. We’ll go over, resolve the issue, and focus on the big hunt in the coming days."

"Is the Third Elder also here for Dragon Teeth?" Sang Xuewu asked.

The Third Elder nodded, "Who wouldn’t desire such a team? I bet at least half of the clans here have come for Dragon Teeth."

Sighing, he added, "I really want to see who is leading such a mysterious team. To achieve in half a year what countless others cannot!"

"I am also curious. If we can really connect with Dragon Teeth this time and have them cooperate with our Sang Family, it would undoubtedly be a great help," Sang Xuewu said.

The Third Elder nodded again, "Indeed, that is why I am here. I hope everything goes smoothly."

Then, he turned and said to the others, "Stay here and rest. Xuewu and I are going to take care of something upfront and will be back soon. Listen to the steward and don’t run around."

After instructing them, the Third Elder and Sang Xuewu headed forward, ready to find the people from the Ying Family.

"Xuewu, where are you going?" Sang Yichen shouted from the crowd.

But Sang Xuewu had already walked away and didn’t hear him.

Sang Zilan came to Sang Yichen’s side and said, "A few days ago, I saw your sister being secretive in the Third Elder’s room. I didn’t know what she was up to. But now it seems they really have something they’re hiding from us."

Sang Yichen turned to her, frowning unhappily, "What do you mean?"

"I don’t mean anything. I just think, instead of worrying here, why not follow and take a look?" Sang Zilan urged.

Sang Yichen snorted, "You want to disobey the Third Elder’s orders? And put the blame on me?"

Sang Zilan rolled her eyes at him and retorted, "After all, it’s your sister who’s going, not mine. Why should I be concerned?"

Her words deepened Sang Yichen’s worry.

He gritted his teeth and, while the stewards weren’t looking, squeezed through the crowd in the direction Sang Xuewu had left.

Sang Ye asked Sang Zilan, "What are you trying to do?"

Sang Zilan’s eyes shifted, and she said to Sang Ye, "Let’s go take a look too."

With that, she shouted to the Sang Family steward, "Steward, Sang Yichen ran over there secretly. We’ll go help you bring him back." With that, she grabbed Sang Ye’s hand and ran off.

"Come back!" The Sang Family steward helplessly watched these little troublemakers.

"What now?" The other steward asked, equally helpless.

The two exchanged glances and finally decided to take the remaining people over, thinking that staying anywhere wouldn’t make much difference.

Sang Xuewu and the Third Elder had already reached the front of the Ying Family’s group.

This time, the Ying Family had brought over a hundred people, looking imposing as they stood out in the crowd.

The leader was undoubtedly Ying Ze.

He sat atop a mighty Spirit Beast, his eyes cold as he looked at Sang Xuewu and the Sang Family’s Third Elder who had pushed through the crowd to stand before him.

The Third Elder was about to speak when Ying Ze raised his weapon, pointed it at Sang Xuewu, and said in a cold, arrogant tone, "Hand over the one who injured my brother, or else you will die."

His words shocked the Third Elder, who looked at Sang Xuewu.

Meanwhile, at the Dragon Teeth camp, Mu Qingge stood on the hilltop, gazing out at the thousands of tents on the Sunset Grassland, and suddenly her eyes fixed on a flag waving in the wind, murmuring, "Ying Family."