Leaving the teahouse, Song Yan sighed softly, "It’s truly restless everywhere."

He kept Sheng Nian’s warning in mind.

No matter what, it never hurt to be a little cautious.

"Liang Feng."

He pondered the name, which he hadn’t heard of so far.

But when soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we cover it with earth.

At worst, he would report it to Senior Brother Lu and Senior Cong Yuzhen; if the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.

Dismissing the stray thoughts in his mind, he rejoined the others.

Coincidentally, Yan Xun was giving everyone a brief introduction to the Flower Festival.

"The Flower Festival actually has a long history. It might have originated from customs in the Central Domain."

"Legend has it that this day is the birthday of the ’Hundred Flowers Goddess,’ the celestial immortal who controls the flower season. However, I’ve heard that because the flower seasons vary in different regions, the dates of the Flower Festival also differ."

"Here in Bei Ya Mountain, it’s on the fifteenth day of the second month..."

Gu Qingqing suddenly asked, "Brother Yan, every region has a Flower Festival, but why is it celebrated so grandly only here in Bei Ya Mountain?"

Indeed, this Flower Festival even attracted Cultivators.

"Hmm..."

"On one hand, it’s naturally because the flowers of our Bei Ya Mountain are beautiful."

Yan Xun first complimented his home, then seemed to realize that he was the only local person present.

He then added, somewhat embarrassed, "On the other hand, the triennial Flower Festival offers many spiritual items as gifts to Cultivators."

"There are many rewards that even Cultivators covet."

"Then..."

As if guessing what everyone wanted to ask, Yan Xun immediately said, "Oh! As for what the rewards are this year, please don’t ask me."

"The prizes are different every year."

"You’ll know in a few days."

Song Yan thought, no wonder.

Previously, to prevent any mishaps during the Flower Festival, he had done a little research.

The Flower Festival was mainly organized by three forces: Sheyang Sect, the Yan Family, and Linghua Valley.

So the rewards were naturally decided jointly by these three parties.

In any case, as long as Sheyang Sect was involved, the prizes would definitely not be bad.

At least for a small Qi Refining Cultivator like him, that was the case.

"Actually, there’s also a special legend about the Flower Festival."

Yan Xun said as he walked, "Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a male and female Cultivator Dao Companion in Bei Ya Mountain..."

A tragic and beautiful love story unfolded slowly.

The two were Green Plums, innocent childhood sweethearts. As they grew up, they entered the Dao of cultivation together, slaying demons and devils, envied by all.

But good times didn’t last. One year, they encountered a demonic Cultivator.

The woman sacrificed herself to save her beloved, and later the man returned to his homeland and committed suicide to join her.

"Among the most important activities during the Flower Festival, there’s a ’Flower Manifestation Gathering’ held at Butterfly Catching Spring."

"That’s where, according to legend, the two met and fell in love. It’s also a way to commemorate the love of these two Seniors."

"Wow..."

Gu Qingqing and Sheng Yun were deeply captivated by this legend... Speaking of which, Yan Xun looked somewhat proud, "Legend has it that the male Cultivator was one of my Yan Family’s ancestors."

As they wandered, time passed, and it was time to go to Linghua Valley.

Linghua Valley was on the south side of Bei Ya Mountain.

Within the territory of Bei Ya Mountain, the Yan Family was a cultivation Family attached to Sheyang Sect.

Linghua Valley, on the other hand, was a gathering place for Loose Cultivators.

However, the Loose Cultivator community here was different from many places outside, primarily consisting of various small Families.

Yan Xun led the group up a wide mountain path.

The mountain range converged at the valley entrance, and the setting sun blended with the scenery in the valley.

"What a beautiful place..."

Indeed.

Endless fields of flowers, a shimmering distant lake, and boundless green mountains... these were just a glimpse of what could be seen from the entrance of the valley.

Three Cultivators, two women and one man, seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing Yan Xun bringing people into the valley, they quickly stepped forward.

"Everyone, I am Wu Duo of Linghua Valley."

Wu Duo, Song Yan remembered that name; she was the one responsible for writing the invitation letter to Cave Abyss Sect.

"A Xun, please go help in the valley."

"Okay."

"It’s getting late. I’ll take everyone to their respective accommodations first."

The Loose Cultivators and Families of Linghua Valley were mostly distributed in the south, west, and north directions. The northeast side, where the valley entrance was located, was specially built for visiting distinguished guests.

The Cave Abyss Sect members stayed in several nearby courtyards.

Wu Duo said gently, "If you need anything, just ask; there’s no need to be polite with me."

The courtyard was very clean and tidy, with a bamboo forest outside, making it very quiet.

Song Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"Oh, right."

Wu Duo seemed to remember something and pointed to the male Cultivator beside her:

"This is Liang Feng, who is responsible for this Flower Festival in Linghua Valley. You can ask him about many matters."

Hearing this name, Song Yan paused slightly and subtly looked up.

Liang Feng had an ordinary appearance, a slender build, and a gloomy expression between his brows.

He seemed to be in a bad mood.

However, he was very polite to everyone: "I am Liang Feng. If you have any questions about this Flower Festival, or other matters in the valley, you can all come and ask me."

After a few pleasantries, Wu Duo and Liang Feng left the courtyard.

Responsible for the Flower Festival matters... Gazing at Liang Feng’s retreating back, Song Yan murmured to himself, "This A Nian, he didn’t explain things clearly, leaving me to guess blindly..."

He felt like he was seeing enemies everywhere... In the middle of the night.

A patrolling Disciple of Linghua Valley carried a spiritual fire lantern.

After turning a corner at a mountain forest cliff, he briefly inspected the area and then left.

"..."

The night was silent.

A moment later, a black figure slowly emerged from the shadows and headed towards the exit of the stream valley.

"Hmph... The Flower Festival hasn’t even begun, why are you here again?"

Around the figure, from several clusters of flowers, a faint yellow mist suddenly drifted out.

The mist condensed, forming the appearance of a small Daoist boy in a yellow robe on a tree branch in front of the figure.

In the faint spiritual light, Liang Feng’s face showed some worry.

"Now that four people from Cave Abyss Sect have also arrived, how can we..."

"You don’t trust me?"

"..."

Liang Feng frowned, saying nothing.

The yellow-robed Daoist chuckled, "I’ve secretly observed those four."

"There’s nothing to worry about."

"This time, Cong Yuzhen of Sheyang Sect is the most troublesome."

"However, this has nothing to do with you. I will find a way to deal with her myself."

Liang Feng nodded, "I know, it’s just..."

"During the day, I always felt that one of the people from Cave Abyss Sect was very strange, as if... he was investigating me."

The yellow-robed Daoist boy sneered.

"You’re being overly suspicious."

Changing the subject: "However, if you are truly worried, then set some tricks at the Flower Manifestation Gathering and kill him. That’s all."

"The more chaotic those few days are, the better."

"As long as you obtain the moon-bearing lotus seed, your wife on her sickbed will recover as before..."

"By then, this small Linghua Valley won’t be worth staying in."

"Brother Liang, don’t you agree?"

The yellow-robed Daoist boy coaxed.

Liang Feng looked up, unmoved: "I only want her to live. As for others, I don’t want to bother with them."