Chapter 630 - 637: First Entry into the Flower Clan

As soon as the man finished speaking, a wave of discussion immediately swept through the crowd.

Song Wanning, sitting amidst the crowd, had a peculiar glint in her eyes.

The Flower Clan was inherently skilled at planting. If even they couldn’t do it, it was unlikely anyone else could.

"Are you kidding? The Flower Clan can’t even manage it themselves. What makes you think we can?"

"Exactly! When it comes to planting, who can possibly compare to the Flower Clan!"

"What about the Grass and Wood Clan? Didn’t they help?"

Someone asked.

The man in white was speechless, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Are you asking a question you already know the answer to?"

"Everyone knows the Flower Clan broke away from the Grass and Wood Clan long ago. Now that they’re in trouble, the Grass and Wood Clan is probably waiting to celebrate. Why would they possibly help?"

His words quickly earned the agreement of the crowd.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Flower Clan had officially separated from the Grass and Wood Clan. No one knew exactly what had happened, only that for all this time, the relationship between the two sides had been extremely hostile.

If they ever encountered each other, a confrontation was inevitable, with neither side willing to back down.

Neither would submit to the other.

"Well, I have to go try my luck. If by some chance I manage to grow it, wouldn’t the Soul-shaping Flower be mine?"

"Hahaha, of course we have to go! I’m going to join in on the fun too!"

The Demon Cultivators were all stirred. If their Divine Souls could also be shaped, their strength would increase dramatically.

Who wouldn’t want that?

Seeing his mission was accomplished, the man in white said with a cheerful laugh, "Great! Help me spread the word about this. I’m off to inform the others in the next town!"

He left in high spirits.

After all, the Flower Clan was offering a reward for spreading the news.

After the man in white left, the discussions in the teahouse continued unabated.

Everyone was actually quite curious about the mysterious Flower Clan, but they were simply too reclusive, disdaining to participate in any events.

They just holed up in their own territory, cultivating by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

Now, the Flower Clan was actually opening its gates for a competition. They had to go take a look.

"Sister, are we going?"

The Golden Small Sword gazed eagerly at Song Wanning, clearly overcome with curiosity.

Since arriving in the Demon Realm, they had only dealt with monsters and animal demons. They had yet to see a single plant spirit!

Song Wanning glanced at the few expectant little ones, a fond smile gracing her lips. "Of course we’re going."

She also wanted to go and see it for herself, to broaden her horizons.

As for the Soul-shaping Flower, she didn’t hold out much hope. After all, her planting skills were merely average. She could keep a Spirit Grass alive, but that was about it.

So, after finishing her tea, she also set off toward the Flower Clan’s territory.

The crowd all shared the same destination. An Eagle Clan Demon Cultivator was following beside Song Wanning.

The Eagle Clan Demon Cultivator was practically infatuated with Song Wanning’s face, sticking close by her side and subtly hinting at his affections.

The Demon Race was very casual when it came to mating. If they fancied someone, they would bravely pursue them.

Sensing the Demon Race aura on Song Wanning, the Eagle Clan Demon Cultivator was smiling so hard his face nearly split. He had already picked out names for their children.

Song Wanning glanced at his hooked nose, utterly speechless.

’This is the first time I’ve encountered such a blunt courtship. It really is just an animal instinct...’

However, now was not the time to turn hostile.

Besides, he meant no harm. He was just peacocking.

So, Song Wanning simply released her aura.

The moment the pressure belonging to a Golden Dragon emanated from her, the Eagle Demon, who had been grinning from ear to ear, was so terrified he nearly fell to his knees.

He grabbed onto a nearby tree trunk, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Song Wanning looked over at him and asked with a faint smile, "Why have you stopped?"

She wore a look of concern, but there was no warmth in it—only an icy chill.

The Eagle Demon looked at her, the shock and fear in his heart intensifying, and shook his head repeatedly.

Song Wanning raised a slight eyebrow but didn’t press the Eagle Demon any further. She turned and continued on her way.

Seeing that Song Wanning wasn’t angry, the Eagle Demon broke out in a cold sweat. He nearly turned tail and fled on the spot.

But the allure of the Soul-shaping Flower was too great, so he decided to press on and have a look.

He just didn’t dare get close to Song Wanning again.

With the Eagle Demon serving as an example, the other Demon Cultivators who had been eyeing Song Wanning quickly behaved themselves.

Song Wanning’s appearance would be considered stunning in any race.

Naturally, there was no shortage of those who were moved by lust.

Song Wanning didn’t bother to deliberately hide herself. She had reached her current level of Cultivation; if she still needed to hide and conceal herself, she might as well have not lived at all.

She leisurely made her way toward the Flower Clan’s territory. ’Days like these aren’t so bad,’ she thought.

Once her Cultivation improved a little more, Gong Ye would have absolutely no chance of escape.

Roughly two days later, Song Wanning and the others finally arrived outside the Flower Clan’s territory.

By this time, many Demon Cultivators had already gathered outside the Flower Clan’s lands, and there were even a few Human Cultivators.

Everyone kept to themselves, waiting at the entrance.

Song Wanning found a random spot and leaped onto a tree to wait.

「They waited for another full day.」

More and more people arrived, eagerly waiting to participate in the competition.

Song Wanning gazed at the misty territory of the Flower Clan. ’The timing for this planting competition is so rushed. It seems the Flower Clan is truly getting desperate.’

’The situation with that junior must be extremely urgent.’

Time passed slowly. Just as everyone was growing impatient, the great gates of the Flower Clan finally, slowly, opened.

The vast white mist began to dissipate bit by bit.

It revealed a dreamlike, fantastical scene.

There were flowers everywhere.

Some were in full bloom, some were budding, and some were just tiny sprouts breaking through the ground.

The myriad colors created a unique visual experience, making one feel as if they had fallen into a dream.

A refreshing fragrance washed over them. Song Wanning took a deep breath and instantly felt her Divine Soul clear significantly, all her fatigue vanishing.

"It’s open! It’s open!"

"Hahaha, let me see what the famously mysterious Flower Clan really looks like!"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone walked into the Flower Clan’s territory with smiles, showing none of the tension one would expect from competitors.

Song Wanning leaped down from the tree and mingled with the crowd, heading deeper into the Flower Clan’s domain.

They hadn’t taken more than a few steps when the flowers before them bloomed in succession, as if paving a red carpet to guide their way forward.

Taking the hint, the crowd followed the path, venturing deeper.

After many twists and turns, the group finally arrived in the heart of the Flower Clan’s territory several hours later.

The figures of flower demons came into view.

Handsome men and beautiful women stood on both sides, smiling as they welcomed the arrivals. They carried trays of Flower Honey Water, offering it to each Demon Cultivator who came.

Song Wanning’s eyes lit up. ’As expected of the Flower Clan,’ she thought. ’Every one of them is so beautiful after taking human form, and each has their own unique beauty.’

She walked over, took a cup of Flower Honey Water from a beautiful woman, and gave her a smile in return.

The beauty instantly blushed and secretly gave Song Wanning an extra cup of Flower Honey Water.

Song Wanning couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She thanked the woman in a low voice, accepted the Flower Honey Water, and continued walking inside.