Mu Qingxiao's starry eyes pierced through the clouds. She could clearly see a building halfway up Mount Hua.
He retracted his gaze and took a step forward. In the blink of an eye, he appeared at the foot of Mount Hua, where the path was rugged and dense.
Mu Qingxiao landed on solid ground and glanced at the hard rocks around him. He retracted his aura and hid his holy and otherworldly aura. His eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were like stars. He looked like a handsome young man from a wealthy family.
Mu Qingxiao looked at his own clothes and nodded in satisfaction. Compared to him, Liu Xi was a far cry from him in terms of appearance and other aspects.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain, there was a rugged path with jagged rocks of strange shapes. The path snaked straight up, and the trees on both sides were lush. Birds chirped and flowers bloomed.
Just like an ordinary person, he walked up the mountain path step by step. Mu Qingxiao's expression was confident and at ease. A light smile hung on his handsome face.
If he remembered correctly, the mother of the Third Holy Mother, Yaoji, who was the Jade Emperor's younger sister, seemed to have married a scholar whose surname was Yang and had three children.
In the end, the Third Holy Mother's mother violated the laws of heaven and was imprisoned under Peach Mountain, never to see the light of day again. Yang Jian endured the humiliation and was accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Yu Ding. After his cultivation had reached a certain level, he split open Peach Mountain and rescued Yaoji.
However, Yaoji was scorched by the sun for ten days. She had a tragic ending.
Fortunately, Yang Jian didn't want to kill her. If it were him, he would have skinned Liu Xi, pulled out his tendons, lit up his soul, and thrown him into the cycle of reincarnation.
He didn't know what the fairies in heaven were thinking. There were as many fairies as dogs in heaven. Why did they fall in love with the most ordinary and short-lived mortal? It was unbelievable.
The Third Holy Mother's marriage to Liu Yanchang might have been influenced by her mother.
That was why Mu Qingxiao retracted his aura and appeared as an ordinary person. The Third Holy Mother was only a Divine Immortal. Naturally, she wouldn't be able to see through his disguise.
Mu Qingxiao did not speed up. Since he was going to act, he had to act more seriously. He was just a rich young master now, and he was already panting after walking for a short distance. He was definitely going to win the Oscar.
The sun was shining brightly. After about an hour, Mu Qingxiao finally arrived at the mountainside of Mount Hua.
At the same time, a temple appeared in his sight.
"Western Mountain Temple."
The Temple of the Third Holy Mother was not large, but the architecture was ancient and solemn. Every brick and tile exuded an aura of vicissitudes. From this, one could see that this temple had been built for many years.
Stepping up the stairs and passing through the threshold, he arrived at the temple. It was quiet inside, and green smoke slowly rose from the incense burner.
He glanced at the green smoke. No wonder the Temple of the Third Holy Mother was worshipped by the people of the world. The moment he stepped into the temple and smelled the green smoke in the air, he felt calm.
Looking away, Mu Qingxiao's starry eyes looked into the temple. The temple was surrounded by incense. The statue of the Third Holy Mother sat on the altar. It was dignified, beautiful, and lifelike. Mu Qingxiao's expression froze.
The statue of the Third Holy Mother was not tall. Her figure was slim, and she wore a rainbow-colored feather robe. She looked holy and pure. Her eyes were smiling, and her posture was dignified.
The statue was carved with uncanny craftsmanship. It was so lifelike that it looked like a living person. Mortals would not be able to see through it, but Mu Qingxiao was in the Golden Immortal Realm. With a glance, he could see that there were two immortal souls spying on him.
The spying came from the smiling eyes of the Third Holy Mother. "Ding!
Plunder Quest 1: Obtain the favor of the Third Holy Mother. The Third Holy Mother, Yang Chan, has protected Mount Hua for a hundred years. She is smart, beautiful, and kind-hearted. It can be said that she will grant any request. Under her care, the weather is good, and the crops are plentiful. However, she is also very lonely. She needs the host's comfort. Quest reward: Level up. "
In the next second, the System's voice rang out in his mind. Mu Qingxiao's starry eyes flashed with a faint smile. It seemed that his luck was quite good.
As long as he spent some time with the Third Holy Mother, his cultivation level would increase by one level. Not only would his strength increase, but he would also be able to win the heart of a beauty. Why not?
Since the System had already given him the quest, he naturally would not let Liu Xi get away with it.
"I've long heard of the Third Holy Mother's benevolence. However, seeing her in person is better than hearing about her. She is both kind and beautiful. It's a pity that she is a high and mighty goddess. How could she fall for a mortal like me? Otherwise, I would marry her openly and protect her with my life."
Mu Qingxiao's starry eyes gazed gently at the statue of the Third Holy Mother as he murmured in a low voice.
Even though his voice was very low, it could not escape the Third Holy Mother's ears.
As soon as he finished speaking, the statue's eyebrows twitched. Her body trembled slightly, and a blush appeared on her lifelike face. However, this strange scene disappeared in an instant.
Of course, Mu Qingxiao saw all these changes. However, he did not make a sound. His starry eyes were still gently gazing at the statue.
Due to the changes just now, the statue's smiling eyes seemed to have become even more lively. Standing on the altar, she looked down at Mu Qingxiao.
"Aye, it's a pity that the Holy Mother is high above. In the end, she is not someone a mortal can touch. After parting today, I don't know when I will return. I have no pen or ink, but I do know a few poems. Let them be a memento."
Mu Qingxiao took out a few incense sticks, lit them up, and inserted them into the incense burner. Then, he took out a pen and ink from his sleeve and walked to the side of the temple. He left behind a line of bold and powerful words.
It was as if the moon was covered by light clouds. It was as if the wind was returning snow.
From afar, it was as bright as the sun rising in Zhao Xia. From afar, it was as if the sun was rising in the sky.
It was as if the thickness and the length were in harmony.
Her shoulders were as if they were cut. Her waist was as plain as silk.
Her neck was long and beautiful, and her skin was white and exposed.
Her beauty was unparalleled, and her beauty was magnificent.
Her hair was lofty, and her eyebrows were beautiful …
Her clothes were dazzling, and her jade was magnificent.
She wore gold jewelry, and pearls were embellished to illuminate her body.
She wore a pair of shoes that traveled far away, and her silk dress was light.
She was slightly fragrant, and her steps were hesitant in the corner of the mountain …
Mu Qingxiao wrote a poem on the wall of the temple. He secretly put away his pen.
With his Golden Immortal Realm, every word and sentence of the poem was full of artistic conception. His words were bold and powerful. Even the most famous calligraphy teacher in the world could not compare to him.
After leaving the poem, Mu Qingxiao looked back at the statue of the Holy Mother of Three. Finally, he turned around and walked straight down Mount Hua.
As soon as Mu Qingxiao left, two gorgeous lights flew out from the statue of the Holy Mother of Three in the temple. They slowly landed on the ground like feathers and finally turned into two women.
The woman in the lead had a beautiful head and eyebrows. She had a dignified posture and wore a rainbow-colored feather robe. She was holy and otherworldly. She was so beautiful that she was 80% similar to the previous statue. She was the Holy Mother of Three.
The other woman was pretty and petite. She was dressed like a girl and stood beside the Holy Mother of Three. Her dark and shiny eyes looked out of the temple strangely.
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