Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Excuse me, where are you going, traveler? (Part 2)

The Flower God Festival embodies the people of Chaojiang's beautiful hopes for life and is similar to a kind of 

worship ceremony. Before the Flower God Festival, which is held once every five years, each village and town 

selects a Flower God from among young men aged fifteen to twenty based on their appearance, talent, and 

reputation. Subsequently, the new Flower God will diligently study in the local Flower God temple, following 

the previous Flower God's example, praying for and protecting the people's peace and prosperity.

The Flower God Festival is when flower gods from various regions gather in Chaojiang City to compete for 

the highest title of Flower God in Chaojiang—the Phoenix Flower God. Before the final selection, flower gods 

and their supporters parade around, promoting their virtues to gain more support. The person ultimately chosen 

as the Phoenix Flower God is regarded as a divine figure in the local area, with a status so high that even 

the local government cannot compare. The local flower god who is fortunate enough to be selected as 

the Phoenix Flower God will also enjoy great honor in the towns where they originally live. 

"Ah, there really are so many fascinating things in the world!" Seeing such a lively scene, Cheng TianYang 

couldn't help but sigh, eagerly watching dozens of swaying flower boats on the water in the distance, slowly 

making their way towards this side.

Just after the flower boats attracted everyone's attention with their distinctive shapes and appearances, each 

 flower boat suddenly opened its half-open doors, and the flower gods on each boat walked out gracefully, all 

dressed in colorful clothes and wearing luxurious crowns on their heads.

As soon as the flower god walked out, the people watching started to make noises.

"Blue Lotus God! Blue Lotus God!"

"Magnolia God..."

Supporters of different flower gods were all cheering desperately, and for a moment, the entire Chaojiang 

City was plunged into chaos.

"The Flower God Festival is really as famous as it is said to be!" Although he had heard about the grandeur 

of the Flower God Festival, he was still stunned by the enthusiasm of the people on the scene. It took 

Qiu Ping Tian a long time to laugh out loud, "It's really crazy!"

Several people in the water pavilion then began to chat enthusiastically about the flower god in front of them. 

Only Si Cang Qing was as taciturn as usual, and seemed to have a solemn expression.

Out of the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of the frenzied crowd outside the water pavilion, and then of 

the flower boats sailing slowly along the waterside corridor. The flower gods on the boat were all kneeling and 

praying to the sky. Si Cang Qing picked up the tea, took a sip, no longer paying attention to the hustle and bustle 

outside, but just looked thoughtfully at the broken colorful light reflected in the teacup.

The people here seem to worship the God of flowers too much. It is a good thing for the people to have spiritual 

support, but no matter what belief it is, once it reaches the level of fanaticism...

"Master," although Feng Lan was also very curious, he did not miss the slightest change in Si Cang Qing's mood, 

so she asked in a low voice, "Do you think it's noisy?" Given Si Cang Qing's habits, if he had not accompanied 

them today, he would never have come to such a noisy place.

Si Cang Qing looked into Feng Lan's worried eyes and shook his head slightly, "Nothing."

Feng Lan was somewhat skeptical, still watching him with concern. Si Cang Qing reached out and gently 

embraced him, whispering, "Don't worry." Then he shifted his gaze to the flower God ceremony outside.

It's rare for everyone to be so relaxed and happy today, so let's temporarily set aside those uncertain risks!

Looking at the lively scene outside, Si Cang Qing's mind was racing.

In the water pavilion, Si Cang Qing and Feng Lan were slightly behind, while the others were currently 

captivated by the heavenly dances of the local flower deities outside. Feng Lan then relaxed, quietly leaned into 

Si Cang Qing's embrace, and gradually became absorbed in the performance outside.

◇Cang◇Huan◇Seven◇Palace◇

"Everyone, quick, look..."

As the various performances at the Flower God Festival were in full swing, the crowd, which had quieted down 

a bit, became restless again.

It turned out that on the originally empty water surface in the distance, a ship much larger than all the flower 

boats in front suddenly appeared, rapidly approaching this way. The increasingly closer ship was surrounded 

by three gigantic phoenix lanterns. The phoenixes, lifelike, seemed to be howling at the sky, raising their heads 

high.

The phoenix flower boat soon approached, truly a spectrum of colors, illuminating the entire water surface. Such 

exquisite beauty overshadowed all the other flower boats.

At the moment of everyone's astonishment, there was a loud "bang"—a colorful firework shot straight into the 

sky, and then with a waterfall-like sound, the firework exploded, forming a huge flowing flower that drifted from 

the heavens to the earth.

"Oh my..."

The crowd erupted, becoming several times more chaotic than before. Even the flower gods, who were still 

dancing the Prayer to the Heavens, were momentarily stunned and stood frozen.

Just as people were going crazy over the scene before them, the three phoenixes on the large ship seemed to 

come to life, soaring in three directions over a distance of more than ten feet. At the same time, a rainbow-colored

light appeared in the air between the three phoenixes.

"Phoenix Flower God!" the crowd shouted enthusiastically.

That "Phoenix Flower God" spun a few times in mid-air and then gracefully floated down to the high platform 

that had risen on the ship.

The colorful garments reflected dazzling light, and the "Phoenix Flower God" danced from the high platform, her 

long sleeves fluttering, truly resembling an immortal.

At that moment, everyone heard a charming and melodious male voice whispering the words of the Flower God 

ritual in their ears.

That voice was very soft, like a whisper, yet it seemed magical, soothing the restlessness in people's hearts.

The originally noisy and frenzied crowd suddenly fell silent, all mesmerized as they watched the ethereal figure 

dancing with the wind on the high platform of the phoenix flower boat.

"Something's wrong!" Cheng TianBi suddenly broke the silence in the Water Pavilion. He turned to look at 

Si Cang Qing, his brows slightly furrowed. "It's the 'Words of Nightmare'!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was greatly shocked.

The words of the nightmare are known to all mortals. As the name suggests, the words of the nightmare come 

from the underworld. It is said that upon hearing them, the three souls and seven spirits will be taken away by 

the ghostly messengers.

Si Cang Qing's expression was slightly stern as he fixed his gaze on Cheng TianBi.

Cheng TianBi's expression softened a bit as he looked at the astonished crowd and said with a bitter smile, 

"In the past, the Muliang clan was always protected by a Holy Son. The Holy Son had to master a secret 

technique called the Dream Language, which is said to have the power to communicate with heaven and earth, 

thus safeguarding the Muliang clan for generations."

"Why haven't I heard that the Mulian clan has a holy son?" Cheng TianYang asked in surprise.

Cheng TianBi sighed, his expression complicated, "The last Holy Son abandoned the Mulian people more 

than 40 years ago and ran away with his lover."

"Then..." Feng Lan looked at the intoxicated people outside with some confusion, "Now this is..."

"Of course not." Cheng TianBi looked at the person dancing on the platform calmly, "In fact, everyone has 

heard of the last Holy Son..."

"Who is it?"

"The old man of Duanqing."

"Duanqing old man?" Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

Cheng TianBi smiled bitterly, "Yes. Because the Holy Son is a secret, and after the old man Duanqing abandoned 

his people, it became a taboo in the Mulian tribe. No one dared to gossip about it, and no one chose 

the Holy Son again. But then, for some reason, thirty years ago, the old man Duanqing practiced 

the Duanqing Divine poisonous and emotional art skills, and slaughtered the world. Later, the tribe leader 

discovered that he was the Holy Son, and negotiated with him several times..."

"Finally, the Holy Son agreed to return to his tribe to give an account, but not long after, he was found dead in 

Wancheng."

Cheng TianBi's words made everyone silent for a moment, but the enchanting sound like a song was still in 

their ears.

"What is the purpose of the Nightmare's Words?" Si Cang Qing asked calmly.

Cheng TianBi shook his head. "I don't know either. I was just curious and peeked at the secretary of the 

Mulian tribe. I only know roughly that it is similar to the function of controlling the mind!"

He added, "The person it’s being recited by now, his nightmare words definitely can't compare to the Holy Son. 

Besides, there are too many people, and it's hard to control."

At most, just like this, there is a strange feeling that soothes the heart.

"Heh," Cheng TianYang suddenly smiled, his eyes bright as he looked at Si Cang Qing, "No matter where 

you go, you always run into something!"

Si Cang Qing coldly looked at the still wildly dancing figure—what on earth was that person plotting?

If there was some uncertainty before, then Cheng TianBi's words can completely confirm his suspicion: 

the Duanqing Divine Skill and the Dream Words, is there such a coincidence in the world?

The enchanting voice suddenly stopped, and the dancer abruptly halted and stood still. The luxurious attire, 

made of an unknown material, reflected all the light, making it impossible to see his face.

"Phoenix Flower God!" The crowd on the shore erupted in hoarse and desperate shouts, then each fell to 

the ground, kneeling in reverence as if that person were a true deity descending from the heavens—

Is this the purpose? To fool and control the people.

However, the flower god is just a sacrificial custom in this place. Even if it can be controlled, it is only a 

small group of civilians.

After everyone knelt down, the flower boat quickly sped away in the direction it came from, and soon 

disappeared from sight.

Si Cang Qing's eyes became colder and colder, and he suddenly understood - was that person provoking him? 

Declare war on yourself...

Was that Yuwen Fengchun's intention, or was that person acting on his own initiative? If I had always 

underestimated the other party, why did that person, who was helping Yuwen Fengchun, allow 

Guangyu Kingdom to be destroyed so easily?

Si Cang Qing didn't deny that he was not very curious, but now, the questions about that person were 

growing bigger and bigger like a snowball…
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