A silvery flame filled Xiang Yan's eyes, gradually fading after a long while. As the flame dissipated, the clarity returned to his gaze. "Heh..." Xiang Yan exhaled a thick breath, a soft glow now emanating from his face, with a subtle, unmistakable joy evident. He hadn't expected that within just a few days, he would successfully overcome the resistance of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame. "Now that the Bone Spirit Cold Flame has fully harmonized with me and can be absorbed at any moment..." Xiang Yan pondered, knowing that the process of fully integrating and absorbing the flame would take considerable time. Considering his journey so far, he should be nearing the Flower Sect now. However, absorbing it at this moment would clearly not be the optimal time. "I'll still wait until I've resolved Yun Yun's matter before beginning the absorption." With his mind made up, Xiao Yan finally relaxed, steadying the blazing bone-spirit cold flame burning at his brow. He turned his gaze to Na Lan Yanran and asked, "How much longer until we reach the Flower Sect?" "It should be just a couple of days. We've already entered the western region and are nearing the Flower Sect." "Good. Qinglin, speed up—arrive at the Flower Sect as soon as possible." Xiao Yan nodded slightly, turning his eyes to Qinglin. As they drew closer to the Flower Sect, he felt an increasing sense of eagerness, wondering how his long-estranged beloved had grown in the years since they last saw each other. Qinglin smiled and nodded in return, then lightly tapped the back of her serpent, causing the creature to stir and instantly increase its speed through the sky. … Three days later, Xiao Yan and his companions, weary from their journey, finally slowed down in the vast, endless range of mountains. Nalan Yanran scanned the surroundings with her eyes, then gently descended through the void, withdrawing a petal-shaped object from her naga-ward and launching it into the air. As soon as the petal-shaped object emerged, it sank into the space before them, and the surrounding realm resonated with an unusual ripple. A moment later, a massive spatial barrier materialized before Xiao Yan and his companions. "Such an extensive spatial barrier—quite a grand gesture," Xiao Yan remarked, his eyes widening in astonishment. Though the Flower Sect lacked the ability to independently create space, the method of concealing their sect's location through a spatial barrier was far from being a modest or humble tactic. The spatial barrier gently rippled, then split open, revealing a crevice. Lan Yanran waved her hands toward Xiao Yan and Xiao Feng, stepping forward first. Soon after, Qinglin swiftly secured the Nine-Deep Earth-冥 Serpent and hurried after them. "This sea of flowers—should be an array, shouldn't it?" Xiao Yan gazed at the endless expanse of blossoms stretching to the horizon, his eyes flickering with subtle excitement. He sensed an immensely powerful energy hidden within the sea of flowers, and even the drifting petals in the sky seemed to follow distinct, intricate patterns. Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, Na Lan Yan Ran nodded gently and smiled, "This is the Flower Sect's protective array. Without a means of entry, one would become lost within this sea of flowers. Without guidance, no one could ever emerge." "These are the mesmerizing flowers, aren't they? I didn't expect such a rare and extraordinary bloom to be so abundant here..." Xiao Yan inhaled the fragrance of the air, saying. "It wasn't just the flowers that disoriented—there were also other rare blooms that could significantly enhance the effects of the迷魂flowers..." Lan Yanran smiled gently. As soon as she finished speaking, a faint, resonant chime began to drift subtly from within the sea of flowers. "This chime... the match is about to begin. Hurry, follow me—don't stray too far, or you'll lose yourselves in the flower sea." Upon hearing the chime, Lan Yanran's face slightly changed, and she quickly urged, moving swiftly toward the heart of the flower field. Her flight path was unusual—curved rather than straight. Seeing this, Xiao Yan and Qinglin exchanged a wry smile and hurried to match her trajectory, swiftly closing the distance. ... At the far end of the flower sea lies an immensely majestic range of mountains, veiled in mist and adorned with vibrant blooms. On the rugged peaks, several buildings stand firmly, and from afar, one can catch glimpses of graceful figures and the laughter of women. At the heart of the mountain range, a towering peak rises prominently, broad and expansive, with numerous buildings clustered upon its slopes. At the summit, a vast, horizontally cut plaza stretches out, paved with smooth gray stone and bordered by petal-like patterns, exuding a unique fragrance. By the side of the lady stood a man, lounging indolently, holding in his hands a fan embroidered with a portrait of a beautiful woman. The man was tall and handsome, with a certain air of elegance and mystery—his crimson dot at the center of his brow deepened that sense of otherworldliness. "Yun Yun, the time has come—step forward!" As the chime of the bell gradually faded, the lady in the brocade robe narrowed her long, slender eyes and issued a cold command. With her voice, a gust of wind rippled through the air, and then a figure in white glided gracefully into view, landing lightly on the plaza. The figure in white settled upon the plaza, and at once, all eyes in the gathering turned toward her. Though this had not been their first encounter, many still displayed a touch of astonishment and admiration. On the platform, the woman wore a white robe and white skirt, her three thousand black strands of hair flowing like a waterfall down to her slender waist. Her exquisite features bore the serene grace of a flower fairy untouched by worldly affairs, radiating an ethereal charm. Her eyes, calm and composed, held only a deep, quiet elegance—unfolding like a gentle breeze, free of any ambition or rivalry. The strange man standing beside the brocade-dressed woman gazed at the white-robed woman, his eyes flashing with passionate warmth. Such a paragon of beauty—so utterly captivating to a man who cherished beauty above all—was simply irresistible. The sudden surge of attention pouring onto Yun Yun from every direction also caused the brocade-dressed woman to clench her jade hands tightly, her gaze sharpening with deep resentment as she coldly remarked, "I thought you wouldn't dare come today." "Master, I have no ambition for the position of Master," Yun Yun said, frowning slightly as she looked steadily at the assertive brocade-dressed woman. "Then, if you have no ambition, hand over the Master's lifelong Qi cultivation power—our sect once kindly welcomed you, only to find you now aspiring to claim the position of Master of the Huazong Sect!" the brocade-dressed woman snapped. "If I had known earlier that the Flower Elder was actually the head of the Flower Sect, I would never have saved her..." Yun Yun shook her head gently. "As for the Qi seal—she has already left it within me. If you truly wish to have it, come and retrieve it yourself." "Hmph! Did you think our sect was afraid of you?" The lady in red silk robes sneered, then glanced at the strange man, only to find him intently gazing at Yun Yun. Her anger flared instantly. "You, the demonic young lord—let us both strike together!" "Yun Yun, you inherit the Qi lineage of the senior patriarch. With that, you should be able to hold your own against two of us. Moreover, you know the Flower Sect's customs—when a couple is paired, both may act in unison," the lady said, turning her gaze back to Yun Yun, her tone cold. "Don't tell me our sect is treating you unfairly. If you have a partner, you could have brought them as well!" Upon hearing these words, several Flower Sect elders subtly furrowed their brows. A gentle smile played on Yun Yun's cheeks as she slowly shook her head, speaking softly, "It's your sect's turn to act—I haven't..." Before she could finish her sentence, a sudden gust of wind echoed from the heavens, and then a figure surged forward like lightning from afar. In a few swift strides, he appeared right beside Yun Yun on the plaza. Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone present, he seized her jade-like hand firmly, and at the same time, a notably awkward and teasing voice emerged, instantly blushing Yun Yun to the roots of her cheeks. "Little Yun, didn't I arrive too late?"