Chapter 448: Mu Zhian: This time we’ve met a real piece of work p2
Just then, another wave of ethereal Spiritual Energy surged from within the Ancestral Land. Mu Zhian’s gaze was drawn almost immediately.
“What is that?” Mu Zhian asked.
“It should be the inheritance left by the Lan Clan ancestors in the Ancestral Land. It has nothing to do with you, so you don’t need to worry about it.”
Yao Meng answered casually, then turned back, glancing charmingly at the young man.
“Compared to that, I traveled thousands of miles back from the Southern Wilderness to find you. Don’t you have anything else you want to say?”
Steam rose from the hot spring pool. Mu Zhian admired Yao Meng’s clear and stunningly beautiful face through the hazy mist.
He reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Yao Meng’s firm, slender waist, asking, “Speaking of which, I heard them mention the Sabbath earlier… I seem to have heard of it before too. What exactly is it?”
Yao Meng gently shook her head. “The Sabbath cannot be explained in a few words. You might understand it better if you look it up directly in ancient texts.”
“In the past, many cultivators in the Nine Provinces perished during the Sabbath. It originates from the heavens above, and each time, it selects a Divine Envoy as the Sabbath’s representative.”
“Actually, this matter doesn’t have much to do with you. The Two Polarities Sect is not within the scope of the Sabbath’s heavenly condemnation. Besides, if you return to the Jade Pool Holy Land with me, there won’t be any problems either, after all…”
Her voice suddenly faltered, her pretty face blushing as she let out a soft, alluring nasal sound. “Mmm~ Do you want to hear about serious matters or do something else? If you mess around again, this Seat will lock you in the little black room.”
After a short while, Yao Meng shot the young man a pouting, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.
Mu Zhian cleared his throat and timely withdrew his hand. “Didn’t I win the bet with you just now? Can’t I collect some interest now? Don’t tell me the dignified “Human Emperor” is going to renege?”
Yao Meng glanced disdainfully, gracefully stood up, and left the hot spring. “Well, I have fulfilled the bet now. Don’t say I reneged afterward.”
Mu Zhian was stunned, thinking, If this isn’t reneging, what is? I haven’t even made my request yet…
The water droplets on Yao Meng’s green dress turned into steam. She retied the thin satin ribbon around her slender waist, tidied her messy skirt hem, and slightly lazy strands of hair.
The next moment, she seemed to instantly transform back into the peerlessly elegant fairy.
Her beauty was breathtaking, like a divine moon slowly rotating behind her, every inch of her skin sparkling crystal clear.
“I still need to return to the Jade Pool Holy Land. If you want me to fulfill the bet from earlier, come to the Jade Pool Holy Land then,” she said softly with a smile.
Mu Zhian said, “You just arrived, and you’re leaving already?”
“The Sabbath is about to descend. I need to confirm that the Jade Pool Holy Land’s formations are secure.”
Yao Meng’s tone was gentle as she revealed the truth.
Then, she stepped onto the void, walked to Mu Zhian’s side, raised her hand to stroke his face, her breath like orchids. “But after that, I’ll have plenty of leisure time.”
“At that time, fulfilling any request you make won’t be a problem, okay?”
Yao Meng picked up a hairpin, gathered her scattered hair, turned, transformed into specks of green light, and left the Lan Clan.
It really doesn’t feel good to have someone grasp your XP. Who exactly wrote The Art of Managing Your Husband? Might as well change it to The Art of Managing Mu… Mu Zhian felt his heart beating faster and couldn’t help complaining inwardly.
Immediately, he couldn’t help but recall what the Lan Clan Great Elder had said earlier.
He couldn’t help but murmur to himself, “What exactly is the Sabbath?”
“Aaaa~”
Just then, Mu Zhian faintly seemed to hear a sorrowful song coming from the Ancestral Land.
The song sounded quite desolate, like a house pet abandoned by its owner, filled with grief.
Mu Zhian suddenly jolted awake as if startled from a deathbed illness.
“Holy crap, I left Lin Ling in the Ancestral Land!”
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“Sorry, I was preparing snacks when I came back just now and accidentally forgot about you.”
After finally retrieving the Spirit Dragon, Mu Zhian was now placing plate after plate of snacks in the courtyard to cheer her up.
Besides the meat buns Miss Spirit Dragon loved, there were also dried beef jerky, crystal pork knuckle, osmanthus cake, and various other snacks, as well as tea.
Mu Zhian naturally wouldn’t be foolish enough to just go pick up Miss Spirit Dragon directly. He couldn’t possibly tell her: “I was just soaking in the medicinal bath and flirting with Yao Meng…”
No matter how innocent and kind this girl was, hearing this, there was no guarantee she wouldn’t turn Mu Zhian into [—BEEP].
After all, for Lin Ling who possessed Words Manifest Reality, it was just a matter of a single sentence.
So, before going to the Ancestral Land to pick up Lin Ling, Mu Zhian first went to the Lan Clan’s rear kitchen and swiped some snacks to comfort her.
Judging from the current situation, the effect was clearly excellent…
Mu Zhian gently stroked her silver hair and smiled, “These are snacks I specially prepared for you. Do you like them?”
Lin Ling gently pecked her head (nodded).
“Sorry, you probably don’t like being the center of attention. It must have been difficult for you today,” Mu Zhian said softly.
The Spirit Dragon had always either stayed in her own grotto-heaven or on Two Polarities Peak, rarely seeing people.
Releasing Demonic Qi in the Ancestral Land to attract the attention of numerous cultivators might still be somewhat unfamiliar to her.
Suddenly feeling a moist, soft touch on his cheek, Mu Zhian subconsciously looked up. Lin Ling, like a small cat, supported herself on the table with both hands, half-leaning beside him, gently licking his cheek with her small tongue.
Mu Zhian came back to his senses and subconsciously called out, “Lin Ling…?”
She raised her clear, translucent red eyes to look at Mu Zhian and handed him the small notebook she had written in.
“I don’t like attracting others’ attention. They all have ulterior motives towards me, wanting me to help them.”
“Others’ malice is very annoying.”
She held up the small notebook: “But it’s good if I can help you.”
Mu Zhian was speechless for a moment.
Facing this innocent and romantic girl, his ’emotional’ techniques always seemed somewhat pale and powerless.
“Aaa?”
Lin Ling made a confused sound, tilting her head and looking at him quizzically.
“It’s nothing, just suddenly felt a bit guilty, always feel like I’ve let you down…” Mu Zhian muttered.
“Aaaa…”
Lin Ling reached out and hugged Mu Zhian’s head, then gently pressed his face into her bosom, softly stroking the back of his head and singing a sweet song, as if comforting him.
“Is there anything that would make you happy?” Mu Zhian asked muffledly from her soft embrace.
“Don’t leave me,” Lin Ling released him and wrote on the small notebook.
Mu Zhian was stunned, then said helplessly, “I won’t leave you.”
“Aaa~”
Lin Ling fluttered her beautiful eyes, singing a joyful song.
Then, she hesitated for a moment, took an osmanthus cake from the table, stuffed it into Mu Zhian’s mouth, and wrote: “Here, this is for you to eat.”
After finally swallowing the snack, Mu Zhian was rather speechless and said, “Thanks… but I’m not hungry.”
Trying to bribe me with an osmanthus cake… Mu Zhian was silent for a moment. “Does this make you happy?”
Lin Ling nodded gently, then reached out and hugged Mu Zhian.
Mu Zhian’s face was intimately buried in Lin Ling’s bosom.
After a while, feeling the warm breath on her chest, she seemed to sense something, her pretty face blushing slightly as she glanced down at him: “Naughty child.”
This is just a normal physiological reaction… Mu Zhian looked up at her and said softly, “Do you still need my help today?”
Lin Ling demurely shook her head: “Aaa.”
Mu Zhian stood up to leave.
Her heart anxious, she quickly reached out her small hand and gently grabbed one of Mu Zhian’s hands, looking at him with moist, shy eyes. Then she pulled hard, dragging Mu Zhian back onto the chair.
“Aaa…” Lin Ling said softly.
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