The land of the Da Peng Clan and the Black Water Marsh are relatively close.
They were also the first to know the news.
“Recently, due to the gathering of the Water Clan in the Black Water Marsh, a large amount of water vapor has condensed, leading to heavy rainfall that caused multiple collisions with Pengs.”
“In the coming days, there’s still a possibility of heavy to moderate rain. Please, ninth-rank Peng demons should try not to take off. Eighth-rank Peng demons can take off at their discretion, while seventh rank and above Peng demons are allowed to take off…”
“The cause of the heavy rainfall has been investigated. It appears that a pure-blooded Sky Flood Dragon was born in the Ming Jiao Clan, with powerful bloodline strength and a terrifying physique. There’s a suspicion that they might have the potential for an ancestral True Dragon bloodline…”
“—This is the Jin Peng Meteorology reporting for you.”
The selection for the cloud race is currently underway in the land of the Da Peng Clan.
The clouds in the sky have already been changed into cloud patterns by the great demons of the Da Peng Clan, and various participating avian clans are racing through them at lightning speed.
However, due to the heavy rain, several Pengs have fallen from the cloud patterns recently.
“How dare the Ming Jiao Clan bully us like this!”
“Wu Mo? Where did this outsider flood dragon come from? Could he be some old dragon who painted himself green to pretend to be a pure flood dragon to participate?”
“That’s true, they’ve done such things before.”
The avian clans are all outraged.
Suddenly, a sigh came from nearby:
“Wu Mo indeed came from beyond the South Border.”
“Oh? How do you know that?”
All the birds looked in the direction of the voice.
Could the Ming Jiao Clan’s water troops have sneaked into the land of the Da Peng Clan?
“It was me who sent him to the Black Water Marsh.”
The bald Peng demon pointed to two large bumps on his head, speaking firmly.
“…”
The other Pengs found it hard to believe.
Although the bald Peng demon looks pitiful, he is after all a peak seventh-rank demon, capable of stepping into sixth rank, and even possibly becoming a fifth-rank great demon.
Just now, he completed the cloud race in one minute and twenty-eight seconds.
How could he have been beaten so badly by Wu Mo?
“Did he really explode one of Young Chief Xiang Liu’s heads?”
“Mmm… He probably held back when he hit me that day.”
“I wonder how Wu Mo compares to our clan’s Ziduoluo.”
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In the land of the Qingluan Clan, at this moment, in the largest tree hollow in the blue-leaf forest.
The young Qingluans of the clan gathered here.
Looking at Shang Qin Qing on the stage, some had serious and focused expressions, while others showed curiosity and anticipation.
Bang—
Shang Qin Qing slammed the wooden block on the table.
“As for the Sky Flood Dragon of the Ming Jiao Clan, his background is tragic. He is a flood dragon who struggled to survive in human territory since childhood, with an injured father, a weak mother, a less intelligent younger brother, and a shattered self…”
“His name is Wu…Mo!”
Mmm…
Since many Qingluans cannot speak, it’s difficult for them to communicate with the outside world.
…
Over time, this can lead to problems with their spiritual path.
Therefore, the clan leader regularly comes here to talk about major events in the South Border or to share minor gossip.
It’s called preaching.
After saying this, Shang Qin Qing glanced over and saw a girl nearby pouring tea on a big-headed doll.
She is human.
She fits in seamlessly among the Qingluans, known for being aloof and rarely speaking.
“Wu…Mo?”
Ying Bing frowned slightly, whispering the name softly.
In her memories from the previous life,
there was no prodigy named Wu Mo in the Ming Jiao Clan.
But she couldn’t be mistaken about this name…
“Yet, he still traveled thousands of miles to come to the South Border and amazed everyone during the Water Clan selection!”
“Who knew that Young Chief Xiang Liu wouldn’t follow martial ethics and would bully the weak…”
The Qingluans listening intently felt very involved.
Avians generally dislike rain.
But compared to the Ming Jiao Clan, they dislike the Xiang Liu Clan even more.
After all, the former only made the air more humid and increased rainfall, whereas the latter caused significant harm to the environment in the South Border. Everywhere they went, plants stopped growing, and even clear water sources turned into toxic sewage.
“Who knew that Wu Mo not only had a strong body but also trained martial arts in human territory!”
“Just by swinging his sleeves, he exploded one of Young Chief Xiang Liu’s heads, then completely ignored the principle of stopping at the point of contact and launched a series of rapid strikes!”
“This shows that although he learned martial arts, he didn’t learn martial ethics…”
Below, the sound of wings flapping together could be heard.
After the birds finished clapping, they all glanced at Ying Bing with subtle interest.
The emergence of a genius in the Ming Jiao Clan is not good news for them, as it means another strong competitor in the contest for the Celestial Divine Jade.
Moreover, Wu Mo, like the divine maiden, exploded one of Young Chief Xiang Liu’s heads.
But seeing the girl sitting there, the birds couldn’t help but feel that their concern was unnecessary.
She was too dazzling.
Shang Qin Qing sat opposite Ying Bing and asked with a smile:
“Since the Water Clan and we have a long-standing grudge, how confident are you?”
“Mmm.”
“Not surprising, you haven’t even seen your opponent yet.”
“…”
There was no worry on Ying Bing’s face; instead, there was a complex mix of emotions as she pondered.
Shang Qin Qing was momentarily stunned, then continued:
“What are you thinking? Although both names contain the character ‘ink,’ the difference between the Ming Jiao Clan and humans is vast.”
“I don’t know.”
Ying Bing stared at the big-headed doll, but unfortunately, it couldn’t tell her the answer.
Is there any way for someone to become exactly like the Ming Jiao Clan?
And to stand out in the Water Clan selection?
It seems somewhat inconceivable…
But if something happened to him, it seems reasonable for it to be unexpected.
“Aha, I understand. If it’s not him, it’s nothing to worry about.”
“If it is him, then there will be no need for contention…”
Shang Qin Qing suddenly had a realization and then said seriously:
“In a couple of days, I’ll personally send you to the Floating Temple.”
“Why?”
“I want to kneel in person!”
“…”
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PS: This morning, the broken bed in my rental house collapsed, and the carpenter took a long time to fix it in the afternoon, so I started writing later than usual.
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