4178 Nine-Headed Monster Bird
She hadn't expected that someone had already gotten there first, having already set their sights on Mu Rouhuan's talent.
That's right, Mu Qingya's thought was that even if Mu Rouhuan had lost all her cultivation now, it didn't matter. As long as she underwent the basic mutation elixir transformation of Heavenly Fortune, her body would recover one day.
It would be even better if she could then comprehend a special ability.
Furthermore, with Mu Rouhuan, a daughter proficient in talismans and spells, she could then cultivate more talisman masters and spell casters for her.
Without profound energy, she naturally couldn't draw high-level talismans...
But at least she still had her mind.
However, it now seemed that Mu Rouhuan had no sense at all, having unknowingly pledged allegiance to someone within the organization before.
She couldn't possibly absorb her into the Flying Heaven Hall now.
Damn it!
Mu Qingya took a deep breath, her gaze lingering on Mu Rouhuan with an unreadable expression for a long time, before finally saying indifferently, "Take her away."
This daughter, so arrogant, conceited, and foolish by nature, how could she have come from her womb?
It was difficult for her to accept that after all these years of meticulous teaching, this daughter ultimately accomplished nothing.
"Hall Master." A black-clad man flashed into the room, cupping his hands towards Mu Qingya.
"Hong Chang, what is it?" Mu Qingya waved her hand, signaling He'er to take Mu Rouhuan away. She truly had no energy left to waste another word on this fool.
"Hall Master, the people from the Hidden Moon Hall whom you asked me to monitor just used a large number of teleportation arrays."
"Do you know in what direction?" Mu Qingya asked, a hint of gloom suppressed in her eyes, speaking in a deep voice.
"It should be Jiawei City."
---Little Qiao Qiao is Counting Mushrooms---
Yun Piaomiao suddenly stood up, squinting at the distant, clear blue sky, free of clouds for miles.
Elder Ke, beside him, also stood up with a solemn expression, "It seems quite a few people are coming this way."
At this point, the competition was nearing its end.
There were less than two hours left until the final conclusion of the matches.
So, at this moment, everyone was as if injected with chicken blood, revitalized and full of vigor.
Cheers and shouts filled the air.
A group of spectators jumped up from their seats, causing a bit of chaos below the stage.
Having sat for so long, some began to move around the arena, while others tried to squeeze forward to get a better view.
Just as everyone was laughing, joking, and watching the matches, a strange and sharp whistling sound echoed from the horizon, far away.
Ordinary people didn't know what it was, but the cultivators' expressions all turned serious. Cautious individuals had already begun to fully prepare for defense.
"Whoosh, whoosh!" Giant wings flapped, creating dull gusts of wind in the air.
Those sitting in the front row immediately leaped from their seats, "Hey, what is that thing?"
"Is that a bird? Or a monster?!"
A nine-headed giant bird was seen dragging hundreds of carriages, rapidly approaching overhead, casting a massive shadow.
Behind the nine-headed monster bird followed thousands of winged humanoids, and behind them, a dense, uncountable mass of Heavenly Fortune cultists.
Mo Lian's eyelids twitched. Faster than lightning, he instantly moved to his wife's side.
Niu Niu and Duo Duo, who were unaware of the situation, appeared out of thin air beside the two, saying cheerfully, "Student Mo Lian from Royal Academy, are you trying to challenge Student Qiao Mu?"
Mo Lian gave them an annoyed glance, grabbed Qiao Mu's hand, pulled her behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Enemy attack! Everyone scatter!"