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Mo Yu's sudden words stunned everyone present.
This man… actually knew Lan Yingying?
At the gate of the Weapon Alliance headquarters, several onlookers paused, turning their curious gazes toward the commotion.
Lan Yingying, a member of the Weapon Alliance, was not only the disciple of one of its five grand elders, Elder Bing, but also a stunning beauty. Her popularity in Wan Bing (Ten Thousand Weapon) City rivaled that of Lü Qing'er from earlier.
Thus, any mention of her naturally drew attention.
"Who are you?"
Hearing someone call her name, Lan Yingying stopped in her tracks and turned around. However, upon seeing a stranger, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes.
As a weapon refiner, she had an excellent memory, yet the face before her rang no bells.
Still, despite finding him unfamiliar, Lan Yingying didn't immediately dismiss him.
There was something oddly familiar about this man. Though his appearance and the cold aura he exuded were unfamiliar, Lan Yingying couldn't shake the sense that she had met him before.
"Hehe, Miss Lan Yingying, I am Xiao Huohuo. We've met before. Do you remember?" Mo Yu smiled faintly.
"Xiao Huohuo?" Lan Yingying's confusion deepened. The name was completely unfamiliar to her.
However, it did remind her of someone.
Could this person be related to Mo Yu's cousin, Xiao Yan?
Thinking of this, Lan Yingying scrutinized him again. Could he be from the Xiao Clan?
As she pondered, a voice suddenly echoed in her ears through sound transmission:
"Sister Lan Yingying, it's me."
"Mo…" The familiar voice made Lan Yingying's expression change dramatically, and she nearly blurted out his name.
Fortunately, she quickly realized this wasn't the place for such revelations. With the recent bounties issued by the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and Elder Zhu Jian, it was clear Mo Yu was hiding his identity.
Understanding the situation, Lan Yingying calmed herself. Her eyes flickered as she carefully observed Mo Yu's altered appearance. Then, feigning realization, she smiled and said warmly:
"Oh, now I remember. You're Xiao Huohuo, the nephew of my father's old friend. I didn't expect you to visit Wan Bing City. Let me be your host."
With that, she waved at the guards and pulled Mo Yu inside.
The guards exchanged glances but didn't stop them.
Lan Yingying held considerable status within the Weapon Alliance headquarters, and if she wished to bring a friend inside, they had no reason to object.
As Mo Yu entered alongside Lan Yingying, the onlookers gradually dispersed.
No one doubted Mo Yu's identity. They merely gave a few curious glances at the cold, reserved young man named Xiao Huohuo before going about their business.
"Hehe, Xiao Huohuo, I didn't expect to see you here. I assume you've come for the Weapon Refining Convention?"
Walking along the corridors of the Weapon Alliance headquarters, Lan Yingying spoke casually, though her eyes gleamed with faint delight.
Deep down, she was overjoyed to see Mo Yu again.
After Mo Yu fled Xi Huang City and was hunted by the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and Elder Zhu Jian, the entire Lan Clan had been deeply worried about his safety.
After all, Mo Yu had incurred this disaster to help the Lan Clan. They owed him a great debt of gratitude.
However, their foes included one of the Four Great Pavilions, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and an eighth-tier swordsmith. Against such formidable enemies, the Lan Clan was powerless to assist.
Thankfully, there had been no news of Mo Yu being captured. Recently, they even learned he had become the son-in-law of the Golden Warhorse Clan and was under their protection.
The Golden Warhorse Clan was a force so powerful that even the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion hesitated to provoke them. Upon hearing this, Lan Yingying and her sister, Lan Bingbing, were finally able to relax.
But for Mo Yu to leave the safety of the Golden Warhorse Clan and come to Wan Bing City… Lan Yingying quickly deduced it was for the Weapon Refining Convention.
This realization sparked concern.
The Weapon Alliance headquarters was not just any place. Elder Zhu Jian resided here. If he were discovered, not even her master, Elder Bing, might be able to protect him, especially if the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion got involved.
However, Mo Yu had clearly considered this risk. He had altered his appearance with a disguise and even modified his aura through special means.
Lan Yingying marveled at his skill. Even she had been fooled by his transformation. Perhaps this disguise could truly deceive Elder Zhu Jian.
To ensure his cover remained intact, Lan Yingying decided to address him as Xiao Huohuo for now.
"Indeed, I've heard the Weapon Refining Convention offers generous rewards. I thought I'd give it a try," Mo Yu replied with a faint smile.
Although his appearance was altered, the familiar confidence in his demeanor reassured Lan Yingying.
She couldn't help but recall the miracles Mo Yu had achieved in his rise to power.
Could Mo Yu actually have a chance of winning the tournament?
Shaking her head slightly, Lan Yingying led him through several turns until they arrived at a large, ornate office.
Upon seeing the luxurious office, Mo Yu's brows rose slightly. This must be Elder Bing's office.
Lan Yingying guessed his thoughts and knocked on the door with a light laugh. "Master, I'm here."
"Hehe, come in."
An elderly, gentle voice responded from within.
Lan Yingying smiled and pushed the door open. The two entered together.
Inside, two figures came into view.
On the left was a kind-faced elder whose aura was deep and unfathomable. Mo Yu immediately recognized him—Elder Bing, whom he had briefly met in the Mu Lan Empire.
Mo Yu's current strength far surpassed what it had been, allowing him to gauge Elder Bing's power more accurately.
Dou Zun!
The realization surprised Mo Yu slightly, though it made sense.
As one of the Weapon Alliance's five grand elders and a top-tier weapon refiner, Elder Bing having such strength was unsurprising.
The other figure was a broad-faced man in his thirties. The emblem on his chest identified him as a sixth-grade weapon refiner.
Mo Yu recognized him as Feng Mu, Lan Yingying's senior disciple.
While Mo Yu assessed the pair, Elder Bing and Feng Mu were also observing him, their eyes tinged with curiosity.
Noticing their scrutiny, Mo Yu smiled and finally dropped the pretense. Wiping a hand across his face, he revealed his true appearance.
"Elder Bing, it's been a long time. Do you remember the young man you met in the Mu Lan Empire?" Mo Yu greeted with a light chuckle.
"Mu Lan Empire?"
Murmuring the name of this remote empire in the northwest of the continent, Elder Bing paused, his gaze revealing a trace of nostalgia, as if recalling his years of wandering across the continent.
Then, as his eyes fell upon the handsome young face before him, a glimmer of light flickered in his murky old eyes. He let out a soft exclamation, "You are…"
At this point, the elder paused, seemingly cautious about something.
In the next moment, a vivid green crystalline orb appeared in Elder Bing's hand. Infusing it with Dou Qi, an enigmatic green light was released instantaneously, enveloping the entire office like a birdcage.
"Heh heh, this item is the seventh-grade weapon, Ethereal Spirit Orb, which I recently refined. It can shield this place from external surveillance. Even a Dou Zun expert would struggle to penetrate this light using just their soul power without employing Dou Qi."
After introducing the item, Elder Bing turned to Mo Yu, examining him with a smile. "I never expected to meet a young friend from the Mu Lan Empire here again.
Heh, I must say, I wasn't mistaken back then—you truly possess extraordinary talent.
These days, I've often heard Yingying mention you. For someone to journey from the northwest continent all the way to Central Plains relying on their own abilities... such talent is indeed rare, even in my long lifetime."
Nearby, a man with a simple and honest appearance looked at Mo Yu in surprise.
By now, he had also realized the identity of this mysterious silver-eyed youth—Mo Yu, the junior disciple that Lan Yingying frequently spoke of after returning from the northwest continent.
Yet, he couldn't understand how this nominal junior disciple, who was supposedly being hunted by Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and Elder Zhu Jian, dared to show up in Wan Bing City.
After all, Elder Zhu Jian might be just a few blocks away.
"After so many years, Elder Bing is as energetic as ever. I must thank you for your recommendation back then; without it, I wouldn't have joined the Weapon Alliance."
Glancing at the Ethereal Spirit Orb, Mo Yu nodded in approval of the elder's thorough preparations. He cupped his hands and smiled.
If it weren't for Elder Bing, he might never have known about the Weapon Alliance on the Dou Qi continent. He might have missed the Weapon Refining Convention, which would have been a significant loss.
"This is all your own doing; I didn't help much," Elder Bing said with a wave of his hand, smiling. Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Wan Bing City isn't safe for you. What brings you here?"
"Hee hee, Master, Junior Brother Mo Yu came to participate in the Weapon Refining Convention. I ran into him at the main entrance earlier.
To ensure he could participate smoothly, Junior Brother even went through the trouble of disguising himself. I'm confident that as long as he evades Elder Zhu Jian, he'll undoubtedly shine in the tournament with his skills."
Before Mo Yu could reply, Lan Yingying interjected with a laugh.
Hearing this, Elder Bing was momentarily startled. Thinking of Mo Yu's earlier disguise, he nodded slightly. "Your technique is quite impressive. Without using special detection methods, even I couldn't discern it immediately.
I heard from Yingying that you once refined a sixth-grade weapon. That means you're at least a sixth-grade weapon refiner, which qualifies you to participate in the tournament.
Although the registration deadline passed a few days ago, as a senior member of the Weapon Alliance, I can add your name to the participant list."
Mo Yu felt a wave of relief hearing Elder Bing's words.
As for whether his Thousand Illusion Mask could deceive Elder Zhu Jian, Mo Yu wasn't entirely confident, but he was willing to try. Now, hearing that Elder Bing himself couldn't detect his disguise without special methods, it seemed highly likely he could evade Elder Zhu Jian.
As for Elder Bing's assumption that he was a sixth-grade weapon refiner, Mo Yu neither confirmed nor denied it.
Mo Yu was confident that his weapon-refining skills were unparalleled on the Dou Qi continent.
"Then I'll trouble you, Senior Elder Bing." Hearing that Elder Bing could add him to the list despite the registration having closed, Mo Yu expressed his gratitude.
Heh, Elder Bing chuckled. "No need to thank me. Setting aside our encounter in the Mu Lan Empire, Yingying is my disciple. You helped the Lan Clan win their competition, only to be hunted by Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and that old Zhu as a result. I owe you a debt of gratitude.
Adding your name to the list is a minor matter. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to seek me out.
Yingying has always treated you as her junior brother. Although I've never personally taught you, you may consider me a half-mentor."
Mo Yu was briefly stunned by Elder Bing's words but quickly nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Elder Bing."
Nearby, the honest-looking man scratched his head, then smiled at Mo Yu. "You've become a sixth-grade weapon refiner at such a young age—truly admirable."
Faced with the man's sincere demeanor, Mo Yu shook his head with a smile. "It's just luck. Sister Yingying often mentions Senior Brother Feng Mu's name. In the future, feel free to call me by my name."
Hearing this, Feng Mu nodded with a smile. "Junior Brother Mo Yu, as a fellow sixth-grade weapon refiner, let's spar more in the future."
Mo Yu did not refuse.
As they conversed, the Ethereal Spirit Orb above them suddenly emitted a series of red lights, instantly drawing their attention.
"Someone's probing this place. Hmph, it's likely that old Zhu," Elder Bing muttered, collecting the orb and snorting coldly.
As his voice fell, an emotionless elderly voice rang from outside. "Bing Li, I heard you have a guest here. May I meet them?"
Hearing this ominous voice, Mo Yu's heart sank. He quickly swiped his palm across his face, activating his Thousand Illusion Mask once more to assume a plain and unremarkable appearance.
Just as Mo Yu finished, two figures pushed the door open and entered.
The younger one was none other than Bei Hao, whom Mo Yu had encountered earlier.
Standing before Bei Hao was an elderly man in a purple robe. Despite his heavily wrinkled face, which seemed to mark the final stage of life, a faint but pervasive sense of danger radiated from him, no less than Elder Bing.
"Elder Zhu Jian!"
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