Chapter 103: The Night Before the Finals

  The final of the Qingying Competition will be between Mu Feng from the Mu Clan and Zheng Jian from the Mingyue Hall.

  Zheng Jian, overpowering Mu Han Yu, has the title of the number one person among the younger generation in Mu City. His strength naturally doesn't need to be mentioned.

  It was astonishing to the masses that Mu Feng, with his mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base, became the biggest dark horse in this year's Qingyun Competition. He defeated many strong opponents and advanced into the finals with an extremely powerful momentum.

  Night, Mu Mansion's side courtyard.

  Mo Feng sat in his room cultivating, today he had a fierce battle with Song Ping, and although he won, it was a tough victory. Although Song Ping used a secret method to boost himself to half-step creation, his strength was extremely powerful, Mo Feng also used all his skills to defeat Song Ping, but he also suffered some internal injuries.

  Taking advantage of this night's time, he must adjust his body well. Because tomorrow with Zheng Jian, it will definitely be a fierce battle.

  Zheng Jian's strength, although also a half-step creator, truly has combat power that far surpasses Song Ping, whether it be the degree of mystical power or martial arts ranking, Zheng Jian is stronger than Song Ping by an unknown amount.

  Mo Feng glanced at the Pure Yang Pill and the Treasure Lotus Pill in the Void Stone, but didn't use them. Instead, he took a Xuanli Pill, rolled it around his tongue, and swallowed it into his body.

  Xuanli Dan immediately transformed into pure Xuanli, surging towards Mufeng's limbs.

  Mo Feng quickly followed the meridian route, running the Yan Yang Ba Jue, and refining the Xuan Li into Yan Yang Ba Xuan.

  Today, during the battle with Song Ping, the Flame Yang Baixuan in my body was also consumed a lot. If I don't recover, I won't be able to withstand tomorrow's battle.

  After nearly two hours of cultivation, Mu Feng slowly opened his slightly closed eyes and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbid air.

  After practicing in the Xuanli room, Mofeng's dantian could hold more Xuanli, and he used two Xuanli pills to recover.

  If he hadn't entered the Xuanli room for training before, he probably wouldn't have been able to go this far in the Qingying tournament.

  He was clear that tomorrow's Zheng Jian would be the strongest opponent he had encountered so far, and even Mu Han Yu had lost to him, which showed how strong his abilities were.

  The Hong Sheng and Song Ping types I met before are really not worth mentioning compared to Zheng Jian.

  "But no matter what, I must defeat you!" Mu Feng said quietly. Defeating Zheng Jian would not only reclaim the honor of his clan but also allow him to learn the clan's highest martial art, the Tian Yun Sword Technique, a double gain. So even if Zheng Jian was stronger, Mu Feng would absolutely not retreat.

  In these days in Mocheng, Mu Feng discovered that although the Mu clan was powerful, the Fengyun Sect was even more formidable. Although Tianfeng Prefecture is currently calm, Mu Feng felt from his past life's experience that the four major powers had deep-seated contradictions and would inevitably clash in a war.

  No matter whether his conjecture was correct or not, he needed great strength to protect himself and his parents. He didn't want the Jiang family's bullying incident to happen again. As long as he became stronger, then in the future no matter what happened, he would be able to handle it by himself without having to look at others' faces.

  "Huh?" Mu Feng's expression changed and he exclaimed in surprise.

  Mufeng pushed open the door and came into the courtyard, only to find a figure standing quietly there.

  A slender figure stood with her back to him, and under the silver moonlight, her graceful curves were outlined by the dress, a cascade of black hair poured down her waist like a waterfall, like a lotus flower emerging from the water or an immortal fairy, making Mu Feng's heart skip a beat.

  "Sister Han Yu!"

  Mu Han Yu turned around, and unlike her usual icy demeanor, a faint smile hung on her stunningly beautiful face.

  "Han Yu sister is still awake so late, looking for me with something?" Mu Feng asked curiously, he had always been grateful to this elder sister.

  Mo Feng realized that although this elder sister seemed indifferent to people, she was actually very kind-hearted. Otherwise, she wouldn't have stopped Mo Lie from finding trouble for him, and also asked Mo Hanqing to send him a Void Stone. When conflicts arose with the younger generation of other forces in Mocheng, it was always her who mediated the situation.

  "Mu Feng, tomorrow is the battle, are you confident?" After a long silence, Mu Han Yu finally spoke up.

  Mu Han Yu held the clan's honor in high esteem, and she had been diligently training herself to reclaim the championship of the Qingying Competition. However, today she still lost to Zheng Jian, which was also a huge blow to her.

  Mo Feng heard the words, was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Hanyu sister, to be honest, today's victory over Song Ping was also barely managed by me. Tomorrow's battle, the chances of winning are not great."

  Mu Han's body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft sigh. "The elders of the clan have placed great hopes on me, but I've disappointed them. If I don't win the championship this time, it will definitely tarnish the reputation of our clan."

  Like the starry sky's beautiful eyes with a hint of sadness, the faint voice also carries a tinge of sorrow.

  Mufeng can empathize with Muhanyu's emotions, her feelings towards the Mushi clan are just like her own towards Mu Chengzhi and his wife. The mission of the clan has placed a huge burden on Muhanyu, this pressure makes even the strong-willed her feel somewhat overwhelmed.

  Looking at Mu Han Yu's somewhat pitiful figure, Mu Feng also felt a pang of heartache. He knew that in the clan, not many people had seen Mu Han Yu's fragile side, after all, she was just an eighteen-year-old girl who hadn't even come of age yet.

  "Hanyu sister, don't worry, tomorrow I will definitely defeat Zheng Jian." Murong Feng said gritting his teeth.

  "Really?" Mu Yu looked at Mu Feng and asked seriously.

  "Hmm!" Mu Feng's face showed a resolute expression, and he nodded solemnly.

  Looking at that slender figure, Mu Han Yu's heart inexplicably surged with a burst of confidence, perhaps his own cousin could really defeat Zheng Jian.

  "I can sense that Zheng Jian's true strength is actually far from what you saw today. He still has a hidden move, and when you face him again tomorrow, you must be more careful." Mu Hanyu said softly.

  As she said, Zheng Jian had been holding back repeatedly today, or else he would have been forced into a desperate situation. If he had truly used his full strength, she really didn't know what level Zheng Jian's abilities had reached.

  "Uh, I know. But I'll do my best." Murong nodded, and as for Zheng Jian, he had also paid special attention to him in recent days. Zheng Jian had already reached the half-step creation stage, only a half step away from the creation realm, making him an extremely powerful opponent.

  "Admiring Wind, thank you!" Mu Han Yu suddenly said softly. Looking at his cousin in front of him, within just half a year, he had already reached the same level as himself, and was even stronger than him.

  Mo Feng dryly laughed and didn't know what to say.

  The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward, and neither of them spoke, they just stood there quietly.

  "Alright, it's getting late, you should get some rest." Finally, Mu Han Yu broke the silence.

  Mo Feng nodded slightly, gazing at Mo Han's disappearing figure in the night shadows, and let out a soft sigh.

  Looking at the vast starry sky and the bright moon, Mufeng murmured to himself: "It seems that tomorrow's battle will require me to go all out..."