Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

After Mo Shang's successful breakthrough, the entire Black Feather Palace was immersed in joy and excitement. During those few days, the palace was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and the disciples practiced even more diligently, as if inspired by the Palace Master's breakthrough. Everyone looked forward to an even more glorious future for Black Feather Palace.

However, this joy was short-lived, as a mysterious invitation shattered the tranquility of Black Feather Palace. It was an ordinary afternoon, sunlight filtering through the leaves, dappled across the Black Feather Palace courtyard. Mo Shang was in his study, discussing palace affairs with several elders, when a disciple hurried in, looking slightly nervous, and presented an ornately decorated letter. Mo Shang took the letter, his gaze lingering on the exquisite envelope for a moment, and a strange feeling suddenly washed over him.

He gently opened the envelope and unfolded the letter, only to see the words written on it in vigorous and powerful font: "Dear Palace Master Mo Shang, I have long heard that the Black Feather Palace has greatly increased in strength recently, and we surrounding forces are deeply impressed. In order to promote mutual exchanges and jointly participate in the great event of cultivation, we are holding a martial arts competition. We sincerely invite all the heroes of the Black Feather Palace to come and show our talents together." At the end of the letter, the names of several forces and the date of signature were listed.

After Mo Shang finished reading the letter, his brows furrowed slightly, and he handed the letter to the elders beside him. After the elders passed it around, the study room immediately erupted in discussion.

"Palace Master, this is obviously a case of the weasel paying a New Year's visit to the chicken, with no good intentions! As far as I know, these sects got the news from somewhere and knew that you had obtained the immortal weapon, but they dared not to attack you easily, so they came up with this martial arts competition to lure you out and capture you at the right opportunity. If the immortal weapon is with you, that would be great, but if not, they will use you to threaten the Black Feather Palace." A white-haired elder said worriedly, his eyes full of worry about the future of the Black Feather Palace.

"Yes, Palace Master. They must be jealous of the recent development of our Black Feather Palace. This martial arts competition is probably an elaborate trap." Another elder echoed, stroking his beard with a serious and solemn expression.

Mo Shang remained silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, lost in thought. He knew full well that these factions had always had a delicate relationship with the Black Feather Palace. Their apparent harmony was merely a facade, and the strife behind the scenes never ceased. This sudden invitation must have hidden ulterior motives. If they refused, the Black Feather Palace might be seen as cowardly, their reputation in the martial arts world would be damaged, and they would likely face further disdain and oppression from other factions.

At this moment, Su Nan walked into the study. Her eyes were firm and resolute. She said, "Uncle, we cannot retreat from this martial arts competition. We can make full preparations. Mo Yu and I are willing to join the competition team and go with you. We will ensure everyone's safe return and also seek opportunities to subdue these sects with evil intentions."

Mo Shang raised his head, glancing at Su Nan's determined eyes, then at Mo Yu, who was filled with anticipation, and felt a sense of relief. This journey was extremely risky; a single misstep could bring disaster to the Black Feather Palace. But with Su Nan and Mo Yu joining the effort, things would be different. Presumably, the outcome would only benefit the Black Feather Palace.

Finally, Mo Shang stood up and said with a firm look: "Let's go to this martial arts competition. But everyone must not take it lightly. Participants don't have to worry, but they must guard their homes well and make full preparations to prevent the enemy from breaking into their homes." Everyone responded in unison and immediately began to get busy preparing for the trip.

Mo Shang returned to his room and sat by the window, gazing at the scenery outside, his mind racing. He recalled the difficult years of Black Feather Palace, those days of oppression by other factions and a scarcity of resources. To improve his strength, he had trained day and night, enduring countless hardships. Now, despite a successful breakthrough, the challenges he faced seemed even more daunting. He knew that he held the fate of the entire Black Feather Palace on his shoulders and could not afford even the slightest negligence.

The following days were a whirlwind of activity at Black Feather Palace. Mo Shang personally selected the palace's most exceptional disciples for special training. On the training grounds, the disciples sweated profusely, diligently practicing. Every move was practiced repeatedly, every thrust exacting precision. Mo Shang provided rigorous guidance, frequently demonstrating and correcting the disciples' moves, explaining the key points and essence of the techniques.

The night before departure, Mo Shang called everyone to a meeting again. The hall was brightly lit, and everyone's faces looked particularly serious in the light and shadow.

"Tomorrow we will go to the martial arts competition. This trip is full of dangers. But I believe that as long as we unite as one, we will be able to face all challenges." Mo Shang's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the hall, as if infusing everyone with a firm strength.

"Disciples will definitely live up to their mission and bring glory to the Black Feather Palace!" The disciples shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the night sky with fearless determination and courage.

The next morning, sunlight streamed across the gates of Black Feather Palace. Mo Shang led his carefully selected disciples, including Su Nan and Mo Yu. Dressed in neat uniforms and bearing unwavering resolve, they embarked on the journey to the martial arts tournament. The team marched in orderly formation, their steps firm, their eyes filled with readiness for the unknown challenge.

Along the way, everyone felt a mix of emotions. Some disciples were eager to test their abilities and win glory for the Black Feather Palace, eager to prove their prowess. Others were a bit nervous, fearing danger, facing unknown conspiracies and dangers. Mo Shang observed the disciples' expressions and understood that this competition was not only a test of strength but also a challenge to their mental fortitude. He frequently spoke with them, encouraging them to relax and perform at their best.

After several days of travel, they finally arrived at the tournament's venue—a magnificent city. Representatives from other factions had been waiting at the city gates for a long time. The towering walls, bathed in the sunlight, loomed majestically, and the gates were bustling with activity.

"Palace Master Mo, thank you for your hard work!" A middle-aged man came forward with a smile on his face, but there was a subtle cunning in his eyes. He glanced at the people in the Black Feather Palace, as if searching for something.

Mo Shang clasped his fists in return and said lightly, "Thank you for your concern." His eyes were as calm as water, making it impossible to tell what he was really thinking.

Led by the representatives, Mo Shang and the others entered the city. The streets were crowded with onlookers, who curiously looked at the team from the Black Feather Palace, pointing and discussing them.

Arriving at the assigned residence, Mo Shang discovered that it was located on the edge of the city, with a simple environment that was far different from the residences of other forces. The house was old, the facilities were simple, and the surrounding environment was also messy.

"This is clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for us!" a disciple said indignantly, his fists clenched and his face full of anger.

Mo Shang waved his hand, signaling his disciples to calm down: "Don't worry about these details, just prepare yourself." He knew very well that in this situation, staying calm and focused was the most important thing.

At night, Mo Shang was alone in his room, once again pondering various possible scenarios. Suddenly, a slight noise came from outside the window. He stood up alertly and opened the window to check, but found no one outside. However, he had a clear sense that a pair of eyes were watching them from the darkness.

Mo Shang became more and more alert, he knew that this martial arts competition was destined not to be peaceful.

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