Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 340: He’s Unaware of What He’s About to Face

The Dao Heart Pill. Mu Zhi’an had never heard of it before, but according to Yao Meng, it could expand one’s Vessel…?

He was both amazed and slightly disappointed.

Its effects were limited, only working on certain constitutions, like his Innate Celestial Furnace.

If it could expand my own Vessel, I would have a Nascent Soul level Vessel even at the Core Formation Realm…

However, expanding his Innate Celestial Furnace meant he could provide more Spiritual Energy during dual cultivation.

And besides, even if it had no other effects, consuming this pill was still a worthwhile experience.

After all, its potent fragrance, mixed with the Jade Empress’s scent… was intoxicating.

As the pill’s effects spread through his body, the lingering taste of her lips still on his, Mu Zhi’an was about to close his eyes and refine the pill’s energy when—

“Don’t rush. The Dao Heart Pill is an eighth-grade pill. Refining it would take at least three to five days, unless the Ye family ancestor uses her secret technique again,” Yao Meng said softly, her cool hand gently caressing his face, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Her melodious voice, filled with a seductive allure, sent shivers down his spine.

She leaned closer, her lips, still bearing the pill’s fragrance, brushing against his ear as she exhaled softly.

“The night is still young. You must be disappointed about your defeat today. Let me… comfort you.”

Even though he knew the Jade Empress’s allure was irresistible, this was… too much…

Mu Zhi’an’s heart pounded as he looked at her, her beautiful face adorned with a faint smile, her eyes seductive.

Even in this alluring pose, her pure and innocent aura still shone through, like a clear pool in autumn, making him hesitant to defile her.

But the playful glint in her eyes made him want to ‘suppress’ her and teach her a lesson.

“Jade Empress, I’m not that kind of person,” Mu Zhi’an said, trying to maintain his composure.

He wanted to ask about her reaction to Lan Mulian’s almost-confession, but since she hadn’t mentioned it, he decided not to bring it up.

“I know you’re not the type to be intimate with just anyone,” Yao Meng said, her hand gently cupping the back of his head, pulling his face against her bosom.

Mu Zhi’an’s heart pounded, and he almost lost control.

The warmth and softness of her breasts against his cheek, her body heat…

“I won’t do anything to you. I just want… the cultivation technique I gave you to… evolve further,” she whispered in his ear, her voice soft and seductive. “The choice is yours.”

Although her words seemed innocent, her tone was clearly teasing.

Mu Zhi’an felt himself drowning in her seductive aura, his eyes closed, savoring her sweet fragrance and her captivating voice.

He sighed inwardly.

This woman has me completely wrapped around her finger. She knows exactly what I’m thinking…

Although he had initially seen her as his prey, it seemed… their roles were reversed.

It was the same with Ye Qingxin. Although his plan to drive a wedge between her and Ye Yu had succeeded, and she even had a favorable impression of him now, he wasn’t sure who was the hunter and who was the prey.

The Jade Empress had been a powerful being long before he was even born. She had seen it all.

After all, she was the one who initiated their first kiss.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t expend much Spiritual Energy today. You shouldn’t be this tired,” Yao Meng said, looking down at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

But those who knew her well would recognize the playful glint in her eyes. She was teasing him.

Mu Zhi’an, his face buried in her bosom, remained silent.

As she was about to speak again, he took her hand and gently removed it from the back of his head.

Then, before she could react, he flipped her over, his lips capturing hers.

“Mm…”

Yao Meng’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Then, she closed her eyes, her gaze soft and inviting as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her long eyelashes fluttering.

After a while, a green light flickered beneath the blankets as she stored her Nirvana Silk dress within her storage ring.

Mu Zhi’an pulled back the blankets and drew the curtains, his gaze fixed on her beautiful, moist eyes as he looked down at her.

If someone didn’t know them, they would wonder who was the Core Formation cultivator and who was the Dao Integration expert.

Yao Meng didn’t resist, letting him have his way, her eyes narrowed slightly as he kissed her cheek, her hair scattered across her fair skin.

The once aloof and powerful Empress seemed surprisingly… docile.

…

Late that night.

After a night of… strenuous activity, Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace’s energy was depleted. Yao Meng gently pulled him onto her lap, providing him with a comfortable lap pillow as she stroked his hair.

So what if the Primordial Witch was occupying his Innate Celestial Furnace? Once it evolved, she could easily reclaim it.

As for Lan Mulian’s actions today… although she had been slightly annoyed at first, she had realized that having cuckolded others, she should also be prepared to be cuckolded herself.

As long as I don’t think I’m being cuckolded, then I’m the one doing the cuckolding.

And…

As long as Mu Zhi’an was with her, even if he was… shaped by the Jade Empress… it didn’t matter who was cuckolding whom.

Boom!

As Mu Zhi’an enjoyed her lap pillow, a loud rumbling sound, like thunder, suddenly echoed through the air.

He glanced out the window. It was coming from the southern bank.

“It’s a pill tribulation. Someone’s refining a pill,” Yao Meng said, glancing in that direction.

A pill tribulation?

Mu Zhi’an’s mind raced. “Do you know what grade it is?”

Alchemists were rare. Most cultivators on the southern bank were visitors, and when it came to pill refinement, the most likely candidates were the Empress of Yu State and her entourage.

Yao Meng formed a hand seal, her eyes closed as she performed a quick divination.

“A sixth-grade pill tribulation.”

“Is it the Pill Emperor of Yu State?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

“Unlikely. She just refined the pill you consumed earlier. She should be cultivating now,” Yao Meng said, shaking her head.

Luo Tan was just a wisp of consciousness here. After refining the Dao Heart Pill and enduring the pill tribulation, she would need to meditate and recover.

“That’s true… And she probably has plenty of sixth-grade pills. There’s no need for her to refine another one,” Mu Zhi’an murmured.

Then, it must be either the Holy Son, the Holy Maiden, or Xiao Shuixian from Yu State.

If it were the Holy Maiden or Xiao Shuixian, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But if it were Xiao Hua…

A cold glint flickered in Mu Zhi’an’s eyes.

Xiao Hua had been lurking near the Garden of Heavenly Harmony earlier. Although he had tried to conceal his hostility, his Innate Celestial Furnace had sensed it.

If Xiao Hua was refining a sixth-grade pill, what was his purpose?

He had a match tomorrow. Why refine a pill now…?

However, even if it was Xiao Hua, Mu Zhi’an wasn’t worried.

Everyone knew he was the Jade Empress’s Dao Companion, and she was currently in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony… Even a fool wouldn’t dare to attack him here.

Unless… he happened to be outside the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, without any protection.

A faint smile curved Mu Zhi’an’s lips.

It seemed even if Xiao Hua didn’t make a move, he could still… lure him out…

Yao Meng, noticing his smile, knew he was scheming.

However, she didn’t ask, giving him the freedom to act. It was also a form of training for him.

“By the way, do you know the identity of that old man inside Ye Yu?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly asked.

Yao Meng, snapping out of her thoughts, looked down at him. “Yao Shan. He was quite famous in the Eastern Realm. He traveled the Nine Realms after achieving Soul Transformation and even studied alchemy in Yu State.”

“He’s practically Luo Tan’s disciple.”

“You know him too?” Mu Zhi’an asked, surprised.

“Alchemists are a special group. Yao Shan was eager to make connections during his travels, and he could refine ninth-grade pills even at the Soul Transformation Realm… He wanted to make friends, and others were naturally willing to befriend him,” Yao Meng explained.

“He knew people all over the Nine Realms.”

“Luo Tan possessed a unique cauldron called the Myriad Transformations Cauldron, rumored to be capable of refining even Immortal-grade pills. Yao Shan wanted to borrow it, but she refused.”

As Yao Meng recounted these little-known secrets, Mu Zhi’an, enjoying her lap pillow, fell into deep thought.

“Why did he… perish?” he suddenly asked.

An alchemist with connections to so many powerful figures… he should have been untouchable.

Why was he now residing within Ye Yu’s body?

“Perhaps he was blinded by greed, or perhaps his connections made him arrogant. He tried to steal the Myriad Transformations Cauldron, but Luo Tan discovered his plot.”

“You can imagine what happens when the only Dao Integration alchemist in the Nine Realms is angered.”

Yao Meng chuckled, her hand gently caressing Mu Zhi’an’s face. “Yao Shan perished, only a fragment of his consciousness surviving. Most thought he was truly dead, but it seems he’s now residing within Ye Yu.”

“No wonder… So he had many connections…” Mu Zhi’an chuckled, remembering Ye Yu’s actions.

If this Yao Shan knew so many powerful figures, he must have had good social skills. Why didn’t he teach Ye Yu anything?

He could refine ninth-grade pills even at the Soul Transformation Realm. No wonder he was so popular…

Mu Zhi’an marveled at his own luck.

If it weren’t for Ling Long and Yao Meng, he wouldn’t have progressed so quickly, or experienced the… pleasures of being with the Jade Empress.

Although he had helped her, she had helped him even more…

He was truly living the good life…

Mu Zhi’an looked at Yao Meng, his gaze lingering on her alluring figure.

He felt himself stirring again, his earlier ‘sage mode’ fading.

It hasn’t even been two hours…

Yao Meng, even with her calm demeanor, couldn’t help but blush slightly, a warmth spreading through her heart.

As their gazes met, their eyes filled with affection, the flames of passion rekindled.

…

The next morning.

Deep within a hall on the southern bank, Xiao Hua slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the pill in his hand.

A sixth-grade pill, the Soul Condensing Pill.

It wasn’t for human consumption, but for feeding his Nightmare.

Only after consuming this pill would the Nightmare obey his commands, allowing him to use his curse technique.

Then, even if Mu Zhi’an survived, he would suffer greatly.

“You shouldn’t have provoked me.”

Xiao Hua sneered inwardly, put away the pill, and left the hall.

His first match today was against Bai Ruoxi… He would collect some interest from Mu Zhi’an’s Dao Companion before dealing with him.

Luo Tan would likely be present today. This was his chance to shine!

Chapter 339: Project: Furnace Expansion 

Ye Qingxin’s words were a clear invitation. Mu Zhi’an, experienced in such matters, understood her intentions. A normal person would have been flustered, even overwhelmed, by such a seductive offer from a beautiful Dao Integration expert. However, Mu Zhi’an feigned surprise.

“You’re joking, Senior. Although I’m fond of the Jade Empress and Ruoxi, I wouldn’t betray them so easily,” he said, his expression a mix of surprise and helplessness.

He sighed. “Although my words might not be very convincing now… I’m not that kind of person.”

His sincere tone and words dispelled the last of Ye Qingxin’s wariness.

She had initially suspected him of manipulating the situation between Ye Yu and his family. After all, his fiancée had broken off their engagement, and both Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian had chosen him over their own brother. And even she had developed a dislike for Ye Yu… It all seemed too… convenient.

However, Ye Yu’s behavior towards her, his own ancestor, was undeniable. It had nothing to do with Mu Zhi’an. In fact, she should be thanking him for revealing Ye Yu’s true nature.

But then, another question arose…

Why was Mu Zhi’an so… friendly towards her?

She had considered several possibilities, her earlier words a subtle test.

Now, hearing his answer, she no longer doubted his sincerity.

“I’ll do my best to find a way to extend your consciousness, Senior. I swear on it,” Mu Zhi’an said.

If he couldn’t find another way, then the ‘dual cultivation’ option would become… inevitable.

Ye Qingxin’s seductive gaze softened as she looked at him. “I was just joking,” she chuckled. “Even without your Innate Celestial Furnace’s energy, my consciousness can last for centuries in the Nine Realms.”

“If you need anything, you can find me on the southern bank. But with the Jade Empress personally guiding your cultivation, I doubt you’ll need my help.”

“You’re too kind, Senior. Everyone’s cultivation path is different. And you’ve been to the Heavenly Court… I’m quite interested in it, to be honest.”

Unlike Ye Yu, who didn’t appreciate his ancestor’s help, Mu Zhi’an wouldn’t let go of such a valuable connection.

If he and Ye Qingxin were closer, he would gladly become her loyal follower.

Ye Qingxin smiled faintly and nodded.

“You’re practically a member of the Ye family now. And our agreement won’t be fulfilled until you reach Soul Transformation. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

His respectful demeanor contrasted sharply with Ye Yu’s, making her feel even more favorably towards him.

“Thank you, Senior!”

Then, remembering her earlier words, Mu Zhi’an asked, “Aren’t you planning to stay at Dexin Courtyard, Senior?”

“There’s a special formation on the southern bank that can nourish my consciousness,” Ye Qingxin explained with a smile.

“The Pill Emperor of Yu State also sent a wisp of her consciousness down. Sect Master Shang must have prepared that formation in advance.”

Sect Master Shang again… Did she know Ye Qingxin would descend…?

Mu Zhi’an didn’t press further. “If you need anything, Senior, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m eternally grateful for the Heaven-Asking Lock and your guidance for my younger sisters. I’m willing to do anything for you.”

This young man, despite his fickle nature, is far more capable and resourceful than Ye Yu. If it weren’t for the other consciousness residing within his Innate Celestial Furnace, I would be willing to protect him and… nourish my consciousness with his energy… Ye Qingxin thought, looking at the polite and respectful young man.

He had been so magnanimous, even after she had sided with Ye Yu against him.

She felt a warmth in her heart.

“You’ve done so much for Ye Yu, Senior. He’s truly ungrateful,” Mu Zhi’an sighed softly. “By the way, Lingxuan and Qian’er have been having some trouble with their cultivation. If you’re free, you could visit Dexin Courtyard. Sister Siyu is also there.”

Ye Qingxin didn’t refuse, her eyes downcast in thought.

Mu Zhi’an waited patiently.

“Alright,” she finally replied.

He smiled brightly. “I’m practically a Ye family member now. Can I ask for your guidance in the future, Senior?”

He knew she wouldn’t refuse.

However, Ye Qingxin looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and leaned closer, whispering in his ear, her voice soft and seductive, “I’m afraid you want to ask me about more than just cultivation, don’t you?”

…

Ye Qingxin’s words were a clear invitation. Mu Zhi’an understood her intentions. However, he feigned surprise.

“You’re joking, Senior. Although I’m fond of the Jade Empress and Ruoxi, I wouldn’t betray them,” he said, his expression a mix of surprise and helplessness.

“Although my words might not be convincing… I’m not that kind of person.”

His sincere tone dispelled the last of her wariness.

She had initially suspected him of manipulating the situation with Ye Yu. However, his behavior towards her was undeniable. She should be thanking him.

But then, another question arose… Why was he so friendly towards her? Her earlier words had been a test.

“I’ll do my best to find a way to extend your consciousness, Senior. I swear,” Mu Zhi’an said.

If I can’t find another way, then ‘dual cultivation’ will be inevitable…

Ye Qingxin chuckled. “I was just joking. My consciousness can last for centuries.”

“If you need anything, you can find me on the southern bank. But with the Jade Empress guiding you, I doubt you’ll need my help.”

“Everyone’s path is different, Senior. And you’ve been to the Heavenly Court… I’m quite interested in it.” Unlike Ye Yu, he wouldn’t let go of this valuable connection.

Ye Qingxin smiled and nodded. “You’re practically a Ye family member now. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.” His respectful demeanor contrasted sharply with Ye Yu’s.

“Thank you, Senior!”

“Aren’t you planning to stay at Dexin Courtyard?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

“There’s a special formation on the southern bank,” Ye Qingxin explained. “The Pill Emperor is also here. Sect Master Shang must have prepared it.”

Sect Master Shang again… Did she know…?

“If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m grateful for the Heaven-Asking Lock and your guidance for my sisters,” Mu Zhi’an said.

This young man is far more capable than Ye Yu. If it weren’t for the other consciousness in his Innate Celestial Furnace… Ye Qingxin thought.

She felt a warmth in her heart, touched by his magnanimity. She chatted with him for a while longer, then left.

Mu Zhi’an watched her leave, a hint of regret in his eyes. If only the Primordial Witch’s consciousness were still in Mengrou’s body, Ye Qingxin could have entered my Innate Celestial Furnace… He would have to find another way.

He glanced at the brightly lit room where Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian were staying, then hesitated.

He had come to Dexin Courtyard to appease them, but Lingxuan was still angry. She might attack him with the Desolate Time Lock.

However, he still went to their door and knocked.

No response.

After a while, he sighed inwardly.

He could sense they were inside, but they didn’t want to see him.

It was to be expected. After all, Senior Sister Lan had just… made a move on him.

Sometimes, he didn’t need to see them to appease them…

Meanwhile, inside the room, Ye Qian looked out the window, watching Mu Zhi’an leave.

“He’s gone, Sister,” she said, turning to Ye Lingxuan.

“Let him go,” Ye Lingxuan replied calmly.

She wasn’t truly angry with him. After all, it was Senior Sister Lan who had kissed him. He hadn’t done anything.

“Should we call him back?” Ye Qian asked softly.

“You have a match tomorrow. You should rest… He’ll be fine,” Ye Lingxuan said. “Senior Sister Lan’s younger sister is also at the seventh-grade Core Formation Realm. And although she doesn’t have a special constitution, she’s dangerous. Be careful.”

Ye Qian’s eyes were filled with disappointment, but she nodded. “I understand…”

“I’ll go back to my room now, Sister.”

Ye Lingxuan smiled faintly. “Go ahead.”

However, as Ye Qian turned to leave, her smile faltered.

She also wanted to see Brother Mu… but she wouldn’t open the door for him, even if he came. She was still ‘angry’.

“Sister, look! There’s a letter!”

Ye Qian picked up two jade bottles and a letter from the doorway.

“It must be from Brother Mu. Do you want to read it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with surprise and delight.

Ye Lingxuan’s eyes flickered. She wanted to see what he had written, but noticing her sister’s excitement, she maintained her composure.

“Just leave it there. I’ll read it later.”

Ye Qian placed the letter on the table, weighing it down with the pills Mu Zhi’an had given her, then she glanced at its contents, a sweet smile curving her lips.

After she left, Ye Lingxuan got up and picked up the letter.

“Lingxuan, I know you’re still angry. Although I lost today, I’ll be cheering for you. It’s cold tonight, so dress warmly. There are some pills in this bottle that will help regulate your Vessel. Take care…”

It was a short letter, signed ‘Mu Zhi’an’.

Ye Lingxuan, her beautiful eyes filled with warmth, carefully folded the letter and held it close to her heart.

“Brother Mu…”

She put the letter away, her gaze lingering on the jade bottle containing the pills, her feet, clad in delicate embroidered shoes, swinging gently, her eyes sparkling with joy.

…

That night.

In a hall on the southern bank, Xiao Hua slowly opened his eyes.

Remembering what had happened in the Jade Glass Palace today, and his sister’s behavior towards Mu Zhi’an, a nameless rage burned within him.

The way Mu Zhi’an had looked at Xiao Shuixian… like a predator eyeing its prey.

He was a powerful being in his past life, yet he had to watch helplessly as his sister was being seduced by Mu Zhi’an?

And this Mu Zhi’an, he already had the Jade Empress, yet he wasn’t satisfied… Wasn’t he afraid of angering her?

Xiao Hua’s anger intensified, but he had to be patient.

“I can’t confront him directly. He has the Jade Empress’s backing…”

“But… what about an indirect approach?”

Although his current strength was a fraction of his past life’s, he still remembered the techniques he had mastered.

Dealing with a Core Formation cultivator should be easy.

Mu Zhi’an had protectors, but the Jade Empress couldn’t be with him all the time.

He remembered a secret technique from his past life. With the right materials, he could create a ‘Nightmare’ that could devour a person’s dreams, trapping them in an endless slumber.

But first, he needed to refine the pills required to control the Nightmare…

He left the hall, preparing to gather the ingredients.

“Where are you going so late at night?”

A cold, clear voice suddenly came from behind him. He turned around and saw Xiao Shuixian, her figure alluring in her gray robe, approaching.

“Sister…”

He almost blurted out the word, then quickly calmed himself down, suppressing his excitement. “What are you doing here, Sister? Are you here to see Her Majesty…?”

“And it’s so late. Are you just returning?”

“I just met a friend and chatted for a while,” Xiao Shuixian replied calmly.

Unlike her gentle demeanor towards Mu Zhi’an earlier, her tone was cold and distant, as if she was deliberately maintaining her image.

Just chatted? If you weren’t already close, you would have stayed there for the night!

She didn’t want him to know she had been with Mu Zhi’an, enjoying his company… This secrecy infuriated Xiao Hua.

“Mu Zhi’an is not a good person. I saw you talking to him earlier today. Don’t be fooled by his appearance,” he said seriously, his tone condescending.

“Although you’re a prodigy of Yu State, you’re still naive when it comes to judging people’s character.”

“Has Young Master Mu done anything wrong?” Xiao Shuixian asked, her brow furrowed slightly.

She was annoyed by his condescending tone. He had never spoken to her like this before.

And Mu Zhi’an hadn’t done anything wrong. He had even given her a pill out of concern. He didn’t seem like a bad person at all.

Xiao Hua was at a loss for words.

What wrong has he done…? It would be too late if he waited for him to actually do something.

But he couldn’t think of anything specific…

Xiao Shuixian looked at him with suspicion. “You’ve been acting strange these past two days,” she said softly.

He had never spoken to her like this before…

Xiao Hua quickly reacted. “I’m just worried… That Mu Zhi’an is involved with so many girls. I don’t want you to get hurt, Sister.”

Xiao Shuixian’s expression softened slightly. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” she said.

Then, she asked casually, “Where are you going?”

“I have a match tomorrow. I want to refine a pill and stabilize my cultivation, to increase my chances of winning,” Xiao Hua replied.

He knew she had given him her spot in the Ascension Ceremony. His words were meant to improve their relationship.

After all, they rarely talked, and the original owner of this body had always kept his feelings hidden.

This wasn’t conducive to winning her over.

He had to find common ground, perhaps even ask her for guidance on his cultivation…

However, Xiao Shuixian stared at him in disbelief. “You’re refining pills…?”

“So the pill tribulation I saw yesterday… was it you?”

Noticing her surprise, Xiao Hua smiled faintly and nodded. “I needed a certain pill, so I gathered the ingredients and refined it.”

He enjoyed her astonishment, but maintained a calm demeanor. “By the way, who were you visiting tonight, Sister?”

Xiao Shuixian’s gray robe billowed in the wind, clinging to her alluring figure. She looked at him with a complex expression, then shook her head gently. “It’s nothing…”

Mu Zhi’an was right…

With his weak consciousness, Xiao Hua shouldn’t be able to refine pills. Then how…?

What happened to him?

A deep suspicion grew within her heart.

She was about to probe him further when a powerful pill tribulation suddenly descended upon the hall.

Their faces paled, and Xiao Shuixian instantly recognized the aura. “Is Her Majesty refining a pill?”

But why would she be refining a pill now…?

After a moment of surprise, she calmed down, glanced at Xiao Hua, shook her head inwardly, and went to a secluded chamber to cultivate.

She would observe him more closely. Simply asking him might not be enough.

…

As Xiao Shuixian was becoming suspicious of her brother, Mu Zhi’an had just returned to his room and was healing his injuries.

“Ruoxi has a match tomorrow. I’ll visit her after her match… As for Mengrou… I want to… punish her, but Yao Meng will probably come to see me soon. I should be more discreet,” he thought as he meditated.

As expected, after about an hour, he sensed a familiar aura.

“How’s your cultivation going?”

Yao Meng’s clear, melodious voice echoed in his ears, and he opened his eyes, seeing the beautiful fairy in her green dress.

“Jade Empress…” He was about to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

“No need to explain. I know everything.”

Her green eyes twinkled with amusement. “After all, I resided within your body for a while.”

Mu Zhi’an was silent.

Indeed, among all the girls, Yao Meng was the one who knew him best.

“I have something for you.”

Under his curious gaze, she raised her hand, and a pill, emitting a strong medicinal fragrance, appeared in her palm.

“What’s this…?” Mu Zhi’an asked instinctively.

Yao Meng looked at him intently. “The Dao Heart Pill.”

“Consuming it will further expand your Innate Celestial Furnace.”

Expand my Innate Celestial Furnace?!

“Where did you get this, my love?” Mu Zhi’an asked, his heart pounding with excitement.

His Innate Celestial Furnace could barely accommodate a Dao Integration consciousness. This Dao Heart Pill could actually make it evolve further… How much effort had she put into this?

However, Yao Meng simply said calmly, “Don’t worry about that. Just take it.”

She looked up at him, her lips curving into a seductive smile. “After all, it’s for you. You won’t refuse, will you?”

I thought she would be angry about Senior Sister’s actions, but it seems I was wrong…

She’s so generous…

“In that case…” Mu Zhi’an reached for the pill.

However, Yao Meng pulled it back.

Then, under his gaze, she placed the pill between her lips, her eyes filled with a playful seduction.

Her actions spoke louder than words.

Mu Zhi’an gently pushed her onto the bed, his hand on her shoulder.

Then, he leaned down and… savored the pill.

Chapter 338: Ye Qingxin: It’s Cold Out, Here’s a Hat

“I’m so stupid…” Mu Zhi’an muttered, oblivious to the murderous glares around him. “I knew there was still that unspoken understanding between Senior Sister and me, so I supported her winning the Ascension Ceremony… but I forgot about her domineering personality. She can’t stand being provoked.” He had known that pursuing her required him to take the initiative, but recent events, including Bai Ruoxi’s challenge, had spurred Lan Mulian to action. She had responded with a bold and decisive move.

Even Yao Meng on the stage was surprised.

Lan Mulian, having just reached the Nascent Soul Realm, exuded the aura of a true beauty. She glanced at Ye Lingxuan and the others, then at Lan Feiying, her gaze calm and indifferent, as if what she had just done was nothing special. You like to provoke me? I’ll show you what provocation means. A faint blush colored her cheeks, but she felt a sense of satisfaction. She had suppressed her feelings for too long.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze upon her and looked towards the Ascension Stage, where the Jade Empress was looking at her with a faint smile, her expression calm and composed. Lan Mulian bowed respectfully and left, leaving Mu Zhi’an alone on the stage.

I’m doomed… Only Mengrou can protect me now… But after seeing Senior Sister’s performance, who can possibly defeat her…? He looked down and saw Wei Mengrou, her gaze cold, a faint smirk on her lips. She was clearly not amused by the recent events. She looked away, as if she didn’t know him.

The other cultivators, recovering from their shock, looked at Yao Meng, who was smiling faintly at Mu Zhi’an. “He’s known the young lady from the Lan family for a long time. It’s normal for them to be close,” she said casually, her words a subtle dismissal of their relationship.

Ye Qingxin, however, asked, “You don’t mind your Dao Companion being close to other girls?”

“Of course I mind, but… I’m the… newcomer,” Yao Meng replied with a casual smile.

Ye Qingxin looked at her meaningfully, then at Mu Zhi’an, who bowed to the crowd, glanced at the Ascension Stage with a helpless expression, and left on his sword.

Ye Qingxin chuckled softly, her finger touching her lips, her red eyes following his figure. She had been too hasty in judging him based on Ye Yu’s words. Lan Mulian’s actions and the respect she commanded from the other disciples showed her charm and strength. And for such a beauty to express her feelings so openly… spoke volumes about Mu Zhi’an’s qualities. He was more than just the Innate Celestial Furnace. He was also skilled in social interactions and charming women.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t want to stay any longer, afraid of being challenged. The Jade Empress’s declaration had already caused enough jealousy.

As he left, the tense atmosphere dissipated.

Ye Lingxuan, Bai Ruoxi, and the others, still stunned by Lan Mulian’s actions, couldn’t hide their annoyance.

“Sister, if Senior Sister Lan wins, will Brother Mu be taken away by her?” Ye Qian asked anxiously, tugging at Ye Lingxuan’s sleeve.

Bai Ruoxi also listened intently.

Ye Lingxuan’s expression remained calm. “It was just a one-sided confession. Brother Mu hasn’t responded. Even if she wins the Ascension Ceremony, the final decision is still his.”

“And I don’t think I’ll lose to her.”

Ye Qian nodded, but her eyes were still filled with worry.

Xiao Shuixian, her figure alluring in her gray robe, observed the scene, a surprised look on her face.

This Mu Zhi’an seemed gentle and refined, but his love life was unexpectedly complicated.

However, her mother had instructed her to befriend him. After all, he had powerful connections. She just had to be careful and avoid getting too close to him.

The whispers and discussions around the Ascension Stage intensified, and Xiao Shuixian silently followed Mu Zhi’an as he left.

Most of the disciples were both annoyed and envious of him.

Lan Mulian was highly respected. If she had chosen an ordinary cultivator, it wouldn’t be such a big deal.

But Mu Zhi’an already had the Jade Empress and Bai Ruoxi…

However, their envy was mixed with awe.

With the Jade Empress’s backing, especially after her calm reaction to Lan Mulian’s kiss… no one dared to openly criticize or attack Mu Zhi’an.

After all, he was her beloved Dao Companion.

…They would, at most, send him challenge letters for a ‘friendly’ spar.

“Mu Zhi’an not only saved the Jade Empress’s life, but their relationship is even deeper than I imagined… She didn’t even react to him interacting with other girls. This is bad…” Xiao Hua thought, looking at the Jade Empress’s calm demeanor, his face darkening slightly. This was troublesome. However, he was a reincarnator with past life experiences. He would find a way. He would reach Soul Transformation soon. And then, he would truly shine. Although he suspected Mu Zhi’an would try to hinder his progress… He had a feeling that their paths would cross again. He had to learn more about Mu Zhi’an.

Just as he was formulating a plan, he saw Xiao Shuixian silently leaving the crowd, following Mu Zhi’an.

Xiao Hua’s eyes narrowed, and he followed them discreetly.

He was worried about his sister. If Mu Zhi’an made a move on her, the original owner’s obsession would intensify.

…

While the disciples discussed Mu Zhi’an’s affairs, he was still pondering Lan Mulian’s actions.

“It seems I have to rely on you now, Mengrou,” he sighed, returning to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony and looking at Wei Mengrou, who had been silently following him.

She glared at him disdainfully.

“Hmph.”

She scoffed.

Only now do you realize my importance? It’s too late.

Although she appeared cold and indifferent, a hint of jealousy flickered in her eyes.

Mu Zhi’an was about to appease her when the formation around the Garden of Heavenly Harmony activated.

“It seems we have a guest. Can you greet them, Mengrou?” he asked, looking at her.

Only strangers would trigger the formation.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him and left the courtyard.

Xiao Shuixian, dressed in simple gray robes, but her natural beauty undeniable, stood before the gate, a small jade bottle in her hand, emitting a strong medicinal fragrance.

If I’m not mistaken, she’s Mu Zhi’an’s maid… Xiao Shuixian smiled gracefully. “Young Master Mu exhausted a lot of Spiritual Energy during his match today. These are some replenishing pills I refined in Yu State. Please accept them.”

Wei Mengrou took the bottle, a faint smile on her face. “Thank you for your kindness, Miss Xiao. If you’re not busy, you can stay and chat for a while.”

“My young master enjoys making friends and… conversing with others.”

She emphasized the word ‘conversing’, glancing at Mu Zhi’an, who was following behind her.

“Please come in, Miss Xiao.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled warmly, inviting her in.

“Thank you,” Xiao Shuixian replied politely.

Snow covered the courtyard, and snow lotuses bloomed silently in the pond.

Wei Mengrou led her to a pavilion, and as Xiao Shuixian sat down, she discreetly observed Mu Zhi’an.

Although she had been interested in befriending him because of his connections, seeing that even Lan Mulian, the strongest among their generation, was interested in him… made her reconsider.

This Mu Zhi’an must have something special about him.

Mu Zhi’an, unlike Xiao Shuixian, didn’t try to hide his observation, his gaze open and appreciative, but devoid of lust, occasionally looking away as if admiring the scenery.

Appreciating beauty was normal, but he couldn’t appear too lecherous.

“Thank you for the pills, Miss Xiao. I’ve never seen such high-quality pills from someone of my generation. Your alchemy skills must be renowned in Yu State,” he said sincerely.

His praise made Xiao Shuixian feel more at ease.

This Mu Zhi’an, if it weren’t for his womanizing tendencies, would be the perfect gentleman. He was polite, approachable, and not at all arrogant despite his connection to the Jade Empress.

The atmosphere relaxed, and Mu Zhi’an began to describe the various sights within the Two Polarities Sect, asking about Yu State.

He listened attentively as she spoke, showing genuine interest, which further improved her impression of him.

As the disciple of the Zunyun Academy’s Dean, Xiao Shuixian’s alchemy skills were unmatched among her peers. She possessed the Divine King Bone and a unique constitution, making her as popular as Lan Mulian.

She had met countless talented young men, but few were as humble and gentle as Mu Zhi’an.

He even seemed to possess a certain charm that drew her gaze, making her want to continue their conversation, even though she knew he had a Dao Companion.

Mu Zhi’an noticed her reactions, a playful glint in his eyes as he took a sip of tea.

Although he was the ‘Heaven’s Chosen Female Lead’, he shouldn’t be this attractive to someone who wasn’t a ‘protagonist’. Yet, this Chosen One’s sister seemed quite fond of him. How interesting.

If Mengrou weren’t here, I could even make a move… He sighed inwardly, then asked about the people around her.

As their conversation flowed, he asked, “You’re not participating in the Ascension Ceremony, Miss Xiao. Yu State has sent their Holy Son and Holy Maiden. But your strength seems greater than theirs… Is there a reason?”

Xiao Shuixian hesitated, a shadow passing over her eyes.

“You don’t have to answer if it’s something you don’t want to talk about,” Mu Zhi’an said quickly.

“It’s fine. It’s not a secret,” she said, shaking her head gently. “Actually, the Holy Son of Yu State… is my cousin.”

“I wanted to give him a chance to showcase his talent to the Empress.”

She paused, then sighed. “Or rather, it’s my way of making amends.”

Making amends…?

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes narrowed, his interest piqued.

He listened patiently as she explained, asking questions occasionally, gradually piecing together the story.

Xiao Hua had been a genius, his birth accompanied by auspicious signs, but he had been crippled at a young age, his Divine King Bone stolen. Fortunately, Empress Luo Tan had saved him.

And after that, he had risen steadily, becoming one of Yu State’s top prodigies.

However, due to his childhood trauma, his consciousness was weaker than others, making it impossible for him to become an alchemist.

“That’s truly unfortunate,” Mu Zhi’an sighed sympathetically. “But if I’m not mistaken, I sensed a tribulation and a strong medicinal fragrance coming from Empress Luo Tan’s palace yesterday… I thought it was Xiao Hua refining pills. Could it be that I was wrong?”

Xiao Shuixian nodded. “His consciousness is too weak to refine pills.”

A weak consciousness…

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered. He chuckled softly. “That’s strange. It seemed to be a sixth-grade pill. Why would Empress Luo Tan be refining a sixth-grade pill?”

Xiao Shuixian was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion.

Indeed, why would Her Majesty refine a sixth-grade pill?

She had also sensed the pill tribulation yesterday, but she hadn’t thought much about it.

Could it be that Xiao Hua was the one refining the pill?

But his consciousness…

Mu Zhi’an discreetly glanced outside the courtyard. He had sensed a figure pacing back and forth.

It was Xiao Hua.

He was concealing his aura and following his sister… Interesting.

Mu Zhi’an smiled warmly and changed the subject. “Thank you for your concern, Miss Xiao. With this pill, I should recover soon.”

Xiao Shuixian, still lost in thought, was pondering his words about Xiao Hua refining pills.

Hearing him speak, she snapped out of her daze, smiled politely, watched as he took a sip of tea, and then excused herself.

Meanwhile, outside the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Xiao Hua paced anxiously.

His sister had been inside for almost half an hour.

“Miss Xiao, I feel bad for accepting your pill. Please take this Qi Condensing Pill as a small token of my gratitude,” Mu Zhi’an’s voice suddenly came from within the courtyard.

Xiao Hua’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hid behind a nearby statue, concealing his aura.

He saw Mu Zhi’an escorting Xiao Shuixian out, her face adorned with a sweet smile, the atmosphere between them harmonious.

“Sister…”

Xiao Hua’s face darkened with jealousy.

She had never smiled like that, not even when facing important figures in Yu State.

What did this Mu Zhi’an say to her?

They had only met twice!

And his maid is also so beautiful, even close to the Nascent Soul Realm…

He looked at the tall, aloof maid in the yellow dress following behind them, a sense of imbalance in his heart.

As a Holy Son, he also had many admirers and maids, but none were as exceptional as the women around Mu Zhi’an.

Empress Luo Tan was a great beauty… but she was beyond his reach, even in his past life.

Xiao Hua’s heart twisted with resentment, but he suppressed his emotions.

Judging from Mu Zhi’an’s gaze towards his sister, he’s definitely interested in her… I have to warn her…

He began to formulate a plan.

Meanwhile, after seeing Xiao Shuixian off, Mu Zhi’an glanced at the nearby statue.

Although it was imperceptible to ordinary people, he had sensed the young man hiding there.

Mu Zhi’an’s lips curved into a faint smile.

Although he was the Chosen One, Xiao Hua probably hadn’t expected his pseudo-Innate Spiritual Body to detect him.

Although today’s events had been unexpected, it wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

Xiao Hua’s suspicious behavior suggested he was no longer the same Xiao Hua.

A reincarnator? Or perhaps someone who had taken over his body?

Mu Zhi’an returned to his courtyard, pondering this, then entered his room and began to meditate, healing his injuries.

…

That night.

Lan Mulian’s actions had caused a sensation within the sect.

Although Mu Zhi’an had lost, the focus of the discussions wasn’t his defeat, but whether he had truly lost.

Even those who had wanted him to lose weren’t happy.

After all, he had lost the battle but won… everything else.

Because of Lan Mulian’s actions, Mu Zhi’an, who was already in the spotlight, received a dozen challenge letters that night, all glowing with a golden light.

Of course, he ignored them. He wasn’t interested in fighting.

…

Meanwhile, in Dexin Courtyard.

“I didn’t expect you to come here, Sister Qingxin. I thought you were still supporting Ye Yu,” Ye Siyu said, surprised and pleased, looking at the Ye family ancestor, who had just finished answering Ye Qian’s questions about cultivation.

Ye Qingxin, her magnificent black and red dress billowing in the wind as she looked at the falling snow, her aura cold and aloof, replied calmly, “Let’s not talk about Ye Yu.”

The Forbidden Zone and the Ye family were separate now, and the two talented cultivators from the Ye family in the Two Polarities Sect were Ye Yu and his younger sister, Ye Qian.

She had initially planned to visit Ye Qian after dealing with the matter of her descendants being bullied.

Compared to Ye Yu, Ye Qian wasn’t a cause for concern.

After all, the Forbidden Zone was one of the two most powerful factions in the Eastern Realm, and the Forbidden Zone’s Holy Maiden was Ye Qian’s older sister. Who would dare to bully her?

However, it seemed she had misjudged the situation.

Thinking about Ye Yu’s behavior, she felt a deep sense of disappointment.

But Ye Qian’s actions tonight had warmed her heart.

Not all her descendants were like Ye Yu.

Ye Siyu narrowed her eyes, sensing something.

“Are you still planning to target Mu Zhi’an, Sister Qingxin?” she suddenly asked.

The Ye sisters had gone back to their rooms to cultivate. They were alone now.

“Mu Zhi’an is a rare talent. I was prejudiced against him earlier, but the misunderstanding has been resolved,” Ye Qingxin said, shaking her head.

“So you’ve already interacted with him?”

Ye Siyu was surprised.

The Ye family ancestor had high standards. Even her support for Ye Yu had been mainly due to his lineage.

For her to praise an outsider like Mu Zhi’an so highly…

A cold wind blew, and Ye Qingxin’s figure flickered, becoming slightly translucent.

“Sister Qingxin, your consciousness…”

Ye Siyu looked up at her, noticing that it had weakened considerably.

Ye Qingxin shook her head and chuckled. “Don’t worry. I didn’t intend to stay in the Nine Realms for long.”

“This wisp of consciousness is enough for me to see how the Ye family is doing.”

It would take a long time for Mu Zhi’an to reach Soul Transformation. Even if her consciousness dissipated, as long as he fulfilled their agreement and opened the Heavenly Court’s gate, she could return.

Ye Siyu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Ye Qingxin’s calm demeanor, she held back.

After all, even if her consciousness dissipated, she wasn’t dead. She was simply returning to the Heavenly Court. They would meet again when the immortal path reappeared.

After chatting for a while longer, Ye Siyu returned to her room to cultivate.

Ye Qingxin looked at the falling snow, her eyes calm and serene.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she turned her head and saw Mu Zhi’an approaching from the entrance to Dexin Courtyard.

He also noticed her and looked up, his eyes lighting up slightly.

Although it wasn’t their first meeting, he was still captivated by her beauty.

“You’re finally here, Senior. I’m sure Qian’er will be happy to see you,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile, walking towards her.

A rare smile appeared on Ye Qingxin’s face. “You’re right, young friend Mu. Qian’er is a very polite and well-mannered girl. And she’s quite talented.”

“Both Qian’er and Lingxuan are well-mannered. Most of the Ye family’s descendants are quite good,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

Then, he glanced at her alluring figure, his brow furrowing slightly. “Your consciousness seems weaker, Senior. Is it because you helped me yesterday?”

Although he knew she wasn’t dying, but simply returning to the Heavenly Court, he still felt a pang of regret.

Ye Qingxin looked at him, her red eyes softening. “Don’t worry about me. This wisp of consciousness is enough for me to stay in the Nine Realms for a long time.”

“We’ll meet again after you reach Soul Transformation and fulfill our agreement.”

Despite her words, Mu Zhi’an still felt a sense of loss.

It would be a shame for such a beauty to leave the Nine Realms.

“I didn’t expect the one who cares about me the most to be not a Ye family descendant, but the one I initially targeted,” Ye Qingxin said, her gaze gentle as she looked at him.

Although he was a womanizer, his feelings seemed genuine.

“Not just me. Qian’er and Lingxuan would also be sad,” Mu Zhi’an said, shaking his head. “I’ll do my best to fulfill our agreement, Senior, but it’s still… disheartening to see your consciousness fade away.”

“If there’s anything I can do to help, I’ll do my best.”

Ye Qingxin was silent for a moment, the sound of wind and snow echoing around them. Then, she said softly, “There is a way to… nourish one’s consciousness.”

Seeing his sincere expression, she looked at him, her captivating red eyes sparkling with amusement.

“However, it might… displease the Jade Empress.”

Chapter 337: Mrs. Mu Is My “Woman”

Few people truly knew Lan Mulian, the Two Polarities Sect Master’s sole disciple. She had helped many disciples, her usual aloofness contrasting sharply with her kindness, earning her their respect and admiration. Despite her talent and aversion to socializing, she held a unique position within the sect.

As she stepped onto the stage, countless gazes turned towards her. An ice mirror appeared, displaying the scene within.

Mu Zhi’an walked onto the stage and entered the Celestial Realm.

From the beginning, his goal hadn’t been to win the Ascension Ceremony.

He preferred either Wei Mengrou or Lan Mulian to win.

The former was his maid, the latter a reserved senior sister who wouldn’t make any outrageous demands, even if she won.

Although he wasn’t aiming for first place, this match against Lan Mulian was a chance to gauge the difference in their strength.

He had met many Nascent Soul cultivators, but Lan Mulian was the first among his peers.

He had to at least exchange a few blows before deciding whether to surrender.

“Aren’t you forfeiting?” Lan Mulian’s clear, cold voice echoed in his mind.

It wasn’t spoken aloud, but transmitted directly into his consciousness.

“I have to test your strength first, Senior Sister. You wouldn’t want me to surrender without a fight, would you?” Mu Zhi’an replied with a smile, his gaze fixed on her.

Her moon-white dress billowed around her, her hair flowing down her back, her figure elegant and graceful.

Even though he had seen her many times before, her beauty was still captivating, drawing the gazes of even the female disciples.

“What did he say to you earlier?” she asked.

She knew Lan Wu had spoken to him before he left, but she didn’t know what they had discussed.

“Brother-in-law…” Mu Zhi’an coughed lightly. “He wants you and Feiying to return to the Lan family.”

Is Senior Sister also a protagonist? Losing her mother at a young age, being brought back to the Lan family only to be taken in by the Sect Master, undefeated ever since… What kind of invincible protagonist template is this?

“Do you think I should go back?” Lan Mulian suddenly asked.

She wanted to hear his opinion before their match began.

“It’s your decision, Senior Sister. My opinion doesn’t matter.”

Mu Zhi’an’s expression was calm. “If it were me, I would wait until I obtained what I wanted before returning.”

He knew how extraordinary her talent was.

The fact that he also possessed the Sacred Heavenly Body, yet couldn’t utilize its full potential, showed how talented she was.

Lan Mulian nodded silently.

She had expected his answer.

“I won’t return until the elders acknowledge my mother. And even if I do return, I won’t stay there permanently.”

“Feiying feels the same way, although our paths have been different.”

Whispers spread among the younger generation below as they watched the two of them standing face to face in the ice mirror, their silence and lingering gazes fueling their imaginations.

“Both you and Feiying are independent and strong-willed. You’re truly sisters,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

He paused, then continued, “If you don’t want to go back, then don’t. You’re doing well in the Two Polarities Sect.”

“Do you want me to go back?” Lan Mulian asked, her eyes flickering.

Mu Zhi’an was stunned for a moment, then replied, “Selfishly, I hope you’ll stay. After all, I’ll be… lonely if you leave.”

Lonely?

You? With all the girls around you?

Lan Mulian scoffed.

“With your popularity, Junior Brother, I doubt you’ll be lonely.”

If she had been merely annoyed by Lan Wu’s words earlier, then thinking about Mu Zhi’an’s recent actions, and the Jade Empress’s declaration, made her expression turn cold.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head and smiled wryly. “If I weren’t lonely, I wouldn’t have written to you every night, pouring out my feelings in those letters.”

“I was hoping to win another match in the Ascension Ceremony. But knowing my opponent is you, Senior Sister, I’ve… given up.”

The Heaven-Asking Lock hovered behind him, like a coiling dragon.

“After all, although I couldn’t control my actions in the past, I’ve wronged you… This match… is a way for me to atone.”

His Spiritual Energy stirred within him.

Is he giving me permission to teach him a lesson?

Lan Mulian raised an eyebrow, her earlier annoyance fading.

Although she had long suspected his feelings for her weren’t simply respect, his sincere gaze and gentle words made her heart flutter.

“This is a competition. We shouldn’t let personal feelings interfere,” she said, calming herself down, her gaze fixed on his warm smile.

“Do you want me to win, Junior Brother?” she suddenly asked.

Mu Zhi’an nodded slightly and smiled. “Of course.”

“Among all the participants, you’re the one I want to win the most, Senior Sister.”

His words were sincere.

“Why?” Lan Mulian narrowed her eyes.

Mu Zhi’an hesitated for a moment, then said, “You should know about the Sect Master’s additional reward.”

“You think I won’t do anything to you even if I win?” Lan Mulian, intelligent as always, understood his implication.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her and chuckled. “If you want to do something, Senior Sister, I won’t object.”

There was still that unspoken understanding between them. As long as he didn’t make a move, she wouldn’t either.

He was confident in his assessment of her personality. Even if she won, she wouldn’t do anything to him.

“Besides, you might even lose this match, Senior Sister,” he added playfully.

Lan Mulian’s clear eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

“You’re too confident, Junior Brother.”

At that moment, the elder’s voice rang out from outside the Celestial Realm, “The match will begin in fifteen minutes.”

Time passed silently as Mu Zhi’an and Lan Mulian regulated their Spiritual Energy, preparing for the battle.

Countless gazes were fixed on the ice mirror, anticipating how Lan Mulian, considered the strongest among their generation, would defeat Mu Zhi’an.

Finally, the time arrived.

As the match began, the Heaven-Asking Lock behind Mu Zhi’an erupted with a brilliant starlight, runes flickering as he unleashed its power towards Lan Mulian.

The Lone Star Sword!

Rumble…

Thunder echoed through the Celestial Realm.

The runes’ light enveloped Lan Mulian. Although not invincible at the Core Formation Realm, Mu Zhi’an was strong enough to challenge even Bai Ruoxi, and the unrefined Heaven-Asking Lock was a formidable weapon.

Despite the vast difference in their cultivation levels, Lan Mulian couldn’t ignore this attack.

Countless eyes were glued to the scene, anticipating Lan Mulian’s victory, hoping Mu Zhi’an could at least force her to reveal her trump cards.

Within the Celestial Realm, a fiery light, like a dragon, roared towards Lan Mulian, its immense power threatening to devour her!

Suddenly, the Spiritual Energy within the Celestial Realm seemed to freeze.

The Heaven-Asking Lock stopped before Lan Mulian, unable to move forward.

Then, ice crystals shimmered, and Spiritual Energy erupted.

Lan Mulian’s hair billowed around her, ice-blue light scattering from her body like snowflakes.

Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat. He tried to move, but his body, usually his greatest asset, was frozen, unable to obey his commands.

Lan Mulian, like an ice queen, stood in the air, her expression calm and serene.

Even Xiao Hua, a Soul Transformation expert in his past life, was stunned by this display of power.

With his two lifetimes of experience, he couldn’t understand what she had done.

After a moment, he chuckled softly.

“As expected.”

Lan Mulian’s strength surprised him, but Mu Zhi’an’s defeat was within his expectations.

Many young cultivators, both male and female, looked at Lan Mulian with admiration in their eyes.

The Sacred Heavenly Body, after reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, could create a domain, where she could perceive the essence of all things, suppress her opponent’s Spiritual Energy and techniques, and even control their movements.

Within this domain, she was invincible among her peers!

Even Yao Meng observed the scene with interest, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The Heaven-Asking Lock was comparable to an ancestral artifact. Even unrefined, it should allow Mu Zhi’an to fight those at higher levels.

Within the same realm, someone wielding an ancestral artifact should be invincible.

Yet, Lan Mulian had neutralized its power with her constitution alone?

“It seems this is the end for Junior Brother Mu.”

“Although we knew he couldn’t defeat Senior Sister Lan, suppressing him with her domain alone is still impressive…”

The disciples and elders were filled with awe.

The only one who wasn’t surprised was Mu Zhi’an himself.

After all, this was Senior Sister Lan.

Although she wasn’t a reincarnated expert and didn’t have any special backing, her talent alone made her invincible among her peers.

However, even he was slightly surprised by her domain’s power.

He was injured and had known his chances of winning were slim, but he hadn’t expected her domain to be this overwhelming.

Techniques nullified!

Spiritual Energy suppressed!

Cultivation techniques useless!

Even the Heaven-Asking Lock was frozen in mid-air, as if the entire space was under her control.

Whispers spread among the crowd outside the Celestial Realm. Ye Qian, hugging her sister’s arm, looked at the ice mirror with worry in her eyes.

Ye Lingxuan’s expression was calm, but a hint of concern flickered in her eyes.

Lan Feiying narrowed her eyes, a puzzled expression on her face, as if sensing something amiss.

Lan Mulian didn’t attack Mu Zhi’an directly. Instead, under countless gazes, she walked towards him, her feet treading on air, as if ascending a staircase.

Mu Zhi’an struggled to move his heavy body, then, realizing it was futile, he smiled and looked up at her. “Come on then, Senior Sister,” he said calmly.

He had known from the beginning that he would lose this match. And if Lan Mulian won, and continued to win the Ascension Ceremony, he would be safe.

“You might have lost, Junior Brother, but you seem… very composed,” Lan Mulian said, her calm eyes meeting his, a ripple of emotion disturbing their stillness.

A faint, sweet fragrance wafted towards him, intoxicatingly alluring.

However, her seemingly calm gaze held a depth he couldn’t decipher.

Mu Zhi’an smiled naturally. “After all, my opponent is you, Senior Sister. I was prepared for this the moment I saw your name.”

“Prepared to see me win, so you can relax?” Lan Mulian asked, her gaze fixed on his handsome face.

His expression was so calm, as if everything was under his control.

And in a way, it was. He knew he would lose this match, but judging from Lan Mulian’s performance these past few days, she was the most likely candidate to win the Ascension Ceremony.

And if she won, he wouldn’t have to worry about facing the wrath of his ‘harem’.

“What are they talking about?”

“Are Mu Zhi’an and Senior Sister Lan that close?”

“But they’re in a competition… Isn’t this a bit…”

Murmurs spread among the crowd outside the Celestial Realm. Their conversation was through voice transmission, so it seemed as if they were simply staring at each other.

“I just have faith in you, Senior Sister. Nothing more,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

Lan Mulian raised an eyebrow.

He’s lying.

She knew him too well.

She raised her hand, runes flickering behind her, her expression cold and aloof, but a faint blush appeared on her face, hidden beneath her veil, as she glanced at him.

“You lose,” she said calmly, declaring his defeat.

Mu Zhi’an, prepared for this outcome, turned his head slightly. “I forfeit!”

The Celestial Realm trembled slightly as his voice rang out.

“Lan Mulian wins!” the elder announced, and cheers erupted from the crowd.

“As expected, even a dark horse like him is no match for Senior Sister Lan…”

“Even his first-grade Artifact Spirit was suppressed. It’s too difficult… I wouldn’t be able to win against her either.”

“Senior Sister is still the strongest…”

The younger generation wasn’t surprised by the outcome.

Ye Qian tugged at Ye Lingxuan’s sleeve. “Sister, let’s go comfort Brother Mu later,” she whispered.

“How do you plan to comfort him?” Ye Lingxuan asked, glancing at her sister. “And knowing Brother Mu, he won’t be discouraged by this.”

“He’s even smiling.”

She looked up and saw the faint smile on Mu Zhi’an’s face.

He had known he would lose. After all, weakening Ye Yu’s luck was his main goal.

And if Senior Sister Lan won the Ascension Ceremony, it would be the best outcome.

“Huh? It seems Senior Sister isn’t leaving the Celestial Realm,” Ye Qian suddenly said, her gaze fixed on the ice mirror.

Ye Lingxuan’s eyes flickered with surprise as she also looked up.

Mu Zhi’an, relaxed and relieved, also noticed this. “Aren’t you leaving, Senior Sister?” he asked, puzzled.

Lan Mulian, her moon-white dress billowing around her, stood in the air, a strange glint in her calm eyes.

Then, her cold, melodious voice echoed through the Celestial Realm. “You might have lost this match, but I haven’t won either.”

Mu Zhi’an suddenly had a bad feeling.

He looked at her clear, cold eyes, his mind flashing back to his past experiences of being ganked.

As Lan Mulian took a step towards him, his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tried to back away.

However, the Spiritual Energy in the surrounding space vanished.

Her domain!

Lan Mulian smiled faintly. “I’ll win the Ascension Ceremony, but don’t relax just yet, Junior Brother,” she said softly.

Under countless gazes, she gently removed her veil, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face.

Then, she took two steps closer and, to everyone’s astonishment, leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek.

Silence fell over the Ascension Stage.

Mu Zhi’an froze, his calm smile faltering.

Lan Mulian looked up at him, a hint of shyness in her eyes, but a seductive smile curved her lips.

“Don’t think I’ll let you off the hook just because I won.”

She glanced outside the Celestial Realm, her gaze seemingly piercing through the barrier, meeting the eyes of Bai Ruoxi and the others, making them feel as if she was looking down on them.

Like a goddess, aloof and powerful, her aura oppressive.

And the message in her eyes was clear: The future is yours.

But Mu Zhi’an is mine.

Chapter 336: The Future Is Yours, But the Present Is Mine

“This damned lingering obsession, its influence is far too strong!” Xiao Hua thought, standing among the crowd, a sense of relief washing over him.

His earlier jealousy wasn’t his own, but a remnant of the original owner’s feelings for his sister. He had to fulfill the original owner’s desires to quell this obsession. However, his priority was winning the Ascension Ceremony and obtaining the three Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs. The Jade Empress was unattainable, but Mu Zhi’an relied on external forces. He would surpass him eventually. As for his sister, Xiao Shuixian… with his past life’s Soul Transformation cultivation and talent, winning her over would be child’s play.

However, the participants in this Ascension Ceremony were terrifying. Not only were there Nascent Soul experts, but several other geniuses were at his level, and his past life experience told him they would be difficult opponents.

“Too bad for them… they’ve encountered me,” he thought, his expression calm as he took out his token and looked at the name on the back.

“Bai Ruoxi…”

“An inner disciple of Boundless Sea Peak? What a coincidence. I’m facing Mu Zhi’an’s Dao Companion,” he murmured, surprised.

Although he had to be patient and not offend Mu Zhi’an, he would start by taking something from his Dao Companion. He gripped his token tightly.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhi’an looked at the name on his token, lost in thought.

“I knew I would likely lose today, but facing Senior Sister… What a coincidence…”

“No, most of the remaining participants are people I know. I’ll likely encounter someone familiar… Losing to Senior Sister isn’t shameful. She’s been cultivating longer than me, and she’s at the Nascent Soul Realm. Even Mengrou said she wasn’t confident in winning against her.”

Although his expression was calm, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

If it weren’t for Lan Mulian and the other ‘protagonists’, he might have been able to manipulate the situation.

After all, if it weren’t for the Sect Master using him as a prize, he would be confident in ‘suppressing’ them. To them, Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs weren’t as tempting as he was.

The Spirit Calculating Orb’s light enveloped the cultivators, and their opponents’ names appeared on their tokens.

Unlike yesterday, there would be two rounds of matches today, one in the morning and one in the evening. The numbers on their tokens indicated their match order.

And Mu Zhi’an’s match was first.

It would begin in an hour.

The Ascension Stage area was vast, surrounded by elegant pavilions.

Mu Zhi’an walked through the crowd and arrived at a pavilion on the left, where he saw the Lan sisters.

Even though he had seen them countless times, he couldn’t help but admire their beauty.

Lan Feiying’s long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, her face adorned with light makeup, her hand supporting her cheek as she leaned back lazily in her chair, her red dress clinging to her curves, a seductive beauty mark beneath her eye, her captivating gaze fixed on him.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the most popular young master in the sect. What brings you here?” Lan Feiying asked, her voice soft and seductive, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Are you feeling better? You’re facing my sister today. If you’re still injured, she might go easy on you.”

Mu Zhi’an sat down beside her. “My Spiritual Energy has fully recovered, but my body still needs a few days to heal. It’s nothing serious,” he said with a smile.

Lan Feiying, hearing his words, lowered her gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she noticed a sharp gaze from the side and turned her head slightly.

Lan Mulian, her face veiled, her cold eyes seemingly holding a hint of amusement, was looking at her sister meaningfully.

Lan Feiying quickly looked away.

Lan Mulian’s lips curved into a faint smile.

Although she usually acted like a social butterfly, her younger sister wasn’t very good at expressing her true feelings. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked about Mu Zhi’an’s injuries so indirectly.

However, she wasn’t one to lecture her sister.

After all… she was just as bad.

Lan Mulian glanced at Mu Zhi’an, her voice cold and aloof. “You’re still injured. Aren’t you planning to forfeit?”

With her Sacred Heavenly Body, she could see through his pretense. Although his Spiritual Energy had recovered, his injuries from the Heaven-Asking Lock hadn’t fully healed.

“I have to try. I haven’t seen you fight seriously yet, Senior Sister,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

Then, he sniffed the air, his eyes lighting up slightly. “Are you wearing the fragrant balm I gave you, Senior Sister?” he asked through voice transmission.

The balm Mengrou had bought smelled wonderful, a mix of mint and other floral scents, perfect for her…

“I tried it,” Lan Mulian replied through voice transmission, a faint blush appearing beneath her veil, but her voice remained calm.

“It suits you,” Mu Zhi’an said, his words sincere.

Her fragrance was truly captivating.

“You’ve become even more beautiful, Feiying,” he suddenly said to Lan Feiying through voice transmission, starting his ‘two-pronged attack’.

If it were Lan Mulian, she would smile politely and thank him for the compliment.

However, Lan Feiying was different from her reserved sister. She looked at him with a seductive smile.

“You’re facing my sister soon. Are you confident?” she asked, her voice soft and alluring, her warm breath against his ear.

They were very close, and unlike her sister, her fragrance was sweet and intoxicating. It felt like he was the one being flirted with.

Mu Zhi’an swallowed nervously and shook his head, feigning helplessness. “Who could possibly be confident in winning against you, Senior Sister?”

Lan Feiying’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re right. After all, she’s the first among us to reach the Nascent Soul Realm,” she said, her voice seductive.

They were so close that their shoulders almost touched.

Meanwhile, Lan Mulian, her beautiful eyes clear and cold, observed them silently, her expression unchanged.

“By the way, the Jade Empress said you’re her Dao Companion. Is that true?” Lan Feiying asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“My sister couldn’t sleep last night because of that.”

“Don’t tease me, Feiying,” Mu Zhi’an said, feigning exasperation, but he was inwardly alarmed.

Feiying has become so aggressive…

If it weren’t for the occasion, he would ‘suppress’ her and teach this seductive woman a lesson.

Lan Mulian also raised an eyebrow slightly. If it weren’t for her veil, her surprise would be evident.

Feiying wasn’t even on Two Polarities Peak yesterday, yet she spoke as if she had been there…

Lan Feiying truly understood her sister’s thoughts and feelings.

“You should know your opponent by now. You should prepare yourself,” Lan Mulian said calmly, subtly changing the subject.

Lan Feiying looked at her token. The name on the back was Ye Qian.

“I’m facing Miss Ye Qian. You’re right, Sister. Although my match is tomorrow, I should still prepare myself.”

She put away her token and stood up, a charming smile on her face.

“If you don’t make a move soon, Sister, there won’t be any soup left for you,” she whispered in Lan Mulian’s ear, her voice seductive.

Lan Mulian’s eyes flickered, and she looked at her sister’s knowing smile, a rare feeling of unease in her heart.

Lan Feiying chuckled softly and left, her fiery red figure disappearing into the distance.

Lan Mulian and Mu Zhi’an watched her leave, her expression calm, while he sighed inwardly.

Yao Meng’s declaration had severely limited his options.

Right now, the ‘protagonists’ were more troublesome than the Chosen One.

If one of them won the Ascension Ceremony…

Unless… Mengrou or Senior Sister Lan won.

They wouldn’t do anything to him, rendering the Sect Master’s reward useless.

But if Ye Lingxuan or Bai Ruoxi won… they might take him to the Forbidden Zone or the Sword Palace.

As Mu Zhi’an thought this, he sensed someone approaching.

“Ruoxi…?”

He raised an eyebrow and looked over.

Bai Ruoxi, dressed in a white dress, her aura gentle and kind, was walking towards them, a small jade bottle in her hand.

“Are you feeling better, Mu Lang?”

She entered the pavilion and handed him the bottle.

“These are pills from the Sword Palace. They’ll help with your injuries.”

Her demeanor was delicate and demure, her gaze fixed on him.

As his ‘main wife’, she had wanted to visit him last night, but the Jade Empress had said he was resting. She had waited anxiously until today.

After he took the bottle, she turned to Lan Mulian.

She smiled sweetly. “Were you looking after Mu Lang for me, Senior Sister? Thank you,” she said, emphasizing the word ‘my’.

Lan Mulian understood her implication.

Although she usually appeared cold and aloof, she was actually quite possessive and didn’t like being challenged.

“You’re too kind, Junior Sister. I’m his senior sister. It’s only natural for me to look after him,” she replied calmly.

“As for you, Junior Sister Bai, if I’m not mistaken, you’re facing Xiao Hua, right? He just broke through to the eighth-grade Core Formation Realm yesterday. Don’t underestimate him.”

“After all, you also have something you want from this Ascension Ceremony, don’t you? Although the final victor is already… predetermined.”

Lan Mulian’s smile was cold, a subtle challenge in her eyes.

No matter how hard you try, I’ll be the one to win.

She was confident, and she had the right to be.

“You too, Senior Sister. Your first match is against Mu Lang. Don’t go easy on him just because he’s injured,” Bai Ruoxi said softly, her words a subtle warning.

Their seemingly polite exchange was filled with hidden barbs.

Lan Mulian looked at Bai Ruoxi and smiled faintly, her coldness melting away.

“I won’t hold back.”

And she wasn’t just talking about the Ascension Ceremony.

…

To avoid suspicion, Lan Mulian left the pavilion.

Mu Zhi’an looked at the name on Bai Ruoxi’s token, his eyes thoughtful.

“Ruoxi, when you fight Xiao Hua, pay attention to his consciousness. See if there’s anything unusual about him.”

Almost every Chosen One had something special about them.

Like an old man in a ring, or perhaps they were reincarnators or transmigrators…

Bai Ruoxi’s Spiritual Sense was powerful. She might be able to discover something useful during her match with Xiao Hua.

“Do you know him, Mu Lang?” Bai Ruoxi asked softly, looking up at him.

“If so, I’ll try to be… gentle.”

“He seemed hostile towards me today. That’s why I want you to be careful. He might be like Ye Yu, with a powerful consciousness residing within him.”

Bai Ruoxi nodded slightly.

“So he’s your enemy. I understand.”

Her voice was calm, but her eyes turned cold.

In the past, she had always been protected by Mu Zhi’an. But now, she was strong enough to protect him. Anyone who dared to threaten him, no matter who they were, would face her wrath.

If Ye Yu and Xiao Hua were the Chosen Ones selected by the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms, then Bai Ruoxi and the others were chosen by the new Heavenly Dao.

And they had received even more opportunities than the Chosen Ones.

Bai Ruoxi, having been ‘nurtured’ by Mu Zhi’an every night, was especially powerful.

She casually changed the subject. “By the way, Mu Lang, you haven’t interacted with Senior Sister Lan much, but judging from her behavior today, it seems she has… complicated feelings for you.”

“You’re truly popular with women, and you’ve become quite good at charming them.”

She opened the jade bottle, took out a shimmering pill, and fed it to him.

“Senior Sister is kind to everyone, although she seems cold and aloof. She’s actually quite warm-hearted,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile, refining the pill.

“If you like her, Mu Lang, you can pursue her. I think she’ll accept you,” Bai Ruoxi said softly.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her, his gaze lingering on her ample bosom, which was straining against the fabric of her dress.

Even though he had… ahem… experienced them countless times, he still couldn’t help but feel his heart stir.

“Are you jealous, Ruoxi? That’s not like you.”

He chuckled and gently stroked her hair.

“I know you’re fickle, Mu Lang. And I’m not the jealous type,” Bai Ruoxi murmured, her voice soft.

Although her tone was calm, she still felt a pang of sadness. She lowered her head, resting her forehead against his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist.

Mu Zhi’an’s body stiffened slightly, then he sensed the gazes upon them, and the Jade Empress’s amused smile.

He sighed inwardly and embraced Bai Ruoxi, gently stroking her hair. “No matter what, you’re still the one I love the most, Ruoxi,” he said softly.

Bai Ruoxi snuggled against him, murmuring a soft “mm-hmm”, her sadness fading, replaced by a sweet warmth.

…

Xiao Hua, watching from afar, saw Mu Zhi’an chatting and laughing with his opponent, even making her blush.

Who is this Mu Zhi’an? He has the Jade Empress as his Dao Companion, yet he’s still flirting with other women?!

He gritted his teeth, his heart burning with jealousy.

If this were his past life, he wouldn’t be bothered by such trivial matters.

However, this body’s lingering obsession was influencing him. He couldn’t control his emotions.

He had to find a way to deal with it…

After the Ascension Ceremony, he would find a way to approach his sister…

But before that, he could enjoy a good show.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Lan Mulian was considered the strongest among the younger generation. It would be amusing if Mu Zhi’an couldn’t even last a single move against her.

Thinking of this, he turned his attention to the arena, waiting for the match to begin.

…

Lan Mulian, having just left the pavilion, was also watching the scene unfold.

She was regulating her Spiritual Energy, her gaze fixed on the distant pavilion.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching.

“What are you doing here?” she asked without turning around, her Spiritual Sense already detecting the young man’s presence.

She didn’t know many people, but this young man was one of them.

After all, he was her older brother, the future clan leader of the Lan family, Lan Wu.

He had arrived at the Two Polarities Sect during the Ascension Ceremony but hadn’t disturbed her.

He had only come to greet her now, as the competition was nearing its final stages.

However, it wasn’t just a simple greeting…

“It’s only natural for me to come and watch my sister’s match, isn’t it?” Lan Wu said with a warm smile.

However, Lan Mulian raised an eyebrow. “Just say what you want,” she said calmly.

It had been years since she left the Lan family. She rarely returned, only visiting their ancestral graves to pay respects to their mother.

Although she and Lan Feiying were Lan Wu’s younger siblings, they had different mothers.

They had never been close, and his sudden appearance here couldn’t be for anything good.

“Father has been worried about you since you left. He hopes you’ll return to the Lan family’s ancestral hall after the Ascension Ceremony and acknowledge your roots,” Lan Wu said.

His tone was sincere, but Lan Mulian chuckled, as if hearing a joke. “Is that what he wants?”

Lan Wu nodded slightly.

“What about my mother?” Lan Mulian asked, her voice unusually emotional despite her calm expression.

“Everything is negotiable, as long as you’re willing to return. Even if the elders disagree, once I become the clan leader, I’ll allow your mother’s spirit to return to the ancestral hall and be recognized as a member of the Lan family…”

Lan Mulian chuckled again.

“How amusing.”

Her eyes turned cold.

“He’s still hiding in the Lan family’s depths, afraid to even see us?”

Lan Wu sighed. “Mulian, it’s not uncommon for men to have multiple wives and concubines. You’re close to that Junior Brother Mu of yours. You should know he also has many women around him, right?”

The Lan family was one of the most powerful Primordial Clans in the Eastern Realm.

It wasn’t surprising for their clan leader to have multiple wives.

Lan Feiying and Lan Mulian were born from his affair with another woman.

However, at that time, the Lan family was embroiled in internal strife. The clan leader had just inherited his position and was struggling to maintain control.

The other branches of the family used Lan Mulian’s mother against him, and under pressure, he abandoned her. It wasn’t until after her death that he brought his two daughters back to the Lan family.

Even now, some elders still refused to acknowledge their mother as a member of the clan.

Lan Mulian and Lan Feiying’s talent, displayed during the Ascension Ceremony, had naturally attracted the Lan family’s attention, which was why Lan Wu had come to invite them back.

Lan Mulian chuckled coldly.

“At least my junior brother wouldn’t abandon a woman just because of some pressure from the elders.”

If it weren’t for her mother’s lingering attachment to the Lan family’s clan leader, she wouldn’t even have any contact with them.

“I have a match today. If there’s nothing else, Young Master Lan, please don’t disturb my cultivation,” Lan Mulian said coldly.

Lan Wu frowned, about to speak, when a clear and gentle voice suddenly came from nearby. “Senior Sister, it’s almost time for your match. We should go to the arena.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled at Lan Mulian and the young man beside her.

Lan Mulian snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, her eyes meeting his.

“Am I interrupting…?” Mu Zhi’an asked, amused.

These Primordial Clan members have no sense of timing… Can’t they see she doesn’t want to talk to him?

He had overheard their conversation and sensed her emotional fluctuations, which was why he had chosen this moment to interrupt.

“No, you’re just in time,” Lan Mulian replied softly, her voice slightly warmer.

She ignored Lan Wu and walked towards the Ascension Stage.

Under countless gazes, she stepped onto the stage.

Feeling their eyes upon her, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Then, she turned her head slightly and looked at Mu Zhi’an.

As he was about to leave, Lan Wu’s voice came from behind him. “You heard our conversation, Dao friend Mu. Perhaps you could… help me persuade her…”

“I respect Senior Sister’s decision. Please don’t make things difficult for me, Brother-in-law,” Mu Zhi’an said righteously.

Brother-in-law…?

Lan Wu was stunned. He hadn’t expected him to be so shameless, practically declaring his intention to marry his sister.

“You should ask the elders of the Lan family to make a decision soon,” Mu Zhi’an said, stepping onto his flying sword, then he turned to look at Lan Wu with a smile.

“Otherwise, once Senior Sister reaches Soul Transformation, even begging her won’t be enough.”

With Lan Mulian and Lan Feiying’s talent, they would become invaluable assets to the Lan family.

Those stubborn elders who refused to acknowledge their mother… Let them figure it out themselves.

Why should I persuade her to return?

I can just create a new Lan family with her…

Mu Zhi’an looked at the beautiful woman in the moon-white dress on the Ascension Stage, a plan forming in his mind.

Chapter 335: Am I Some Kind of Stepping Stone?

After yesterday’s match, news of Mu Zhi’an’s victory spread throughout the sect. After all, he was the Jade Empress’s Dao Companion. Many factions in the Eastern Realm were now interested in him, especially because of the first-grade Artifact Spirit, the Heaven-Asking Lock, a treasure comparable to a Holy Land’s ancestral artifact. It was impossible to refine such an artifact in just a few days. Yet, Mu Zhi’an had wielded it in battle, suppressing his peers… This shocked many. Combined with his relationship with the Jade Empress, the Eastern Realm was in an uproar!

Even secluded experts in the Holy Lands were surprised by this news. The fact that a Core Formation cultivator had become the Jade Empress’s Dao Companion was astonishing. She was a legendary figure, an Empress who had lived for millennia, even suppressing the Primordial Demon Emperor.

Many factions sent spies to the Two Polarities Sect to investigate.

The Jade Pool Holy Land, however, remained silent. The elders had already suspected their relationship, having witnessed their nightly encounters. The Jade Empress Mother sighed inwardly. She had been the first to suspect it, and the Jade Empress had subtly warned her against pursuing Mu Zhi’an. After all, the Innate Celestial Furnace was a highly desirable constitution for female cultivators.

Southern Bank, Ascension Stage.

Even more cultivators had gathered today than yesterday, elders and spies from various factions mingling among the crowd. Many were eager to befriend Mu Zhi’an, considering his strength and his connection to the Jade Empress. If it weren’t for the peak masters’ intervention, they would have already flocked to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. However, although they couldn’t visit him directly, today’s Ascension Ceremony matches provided an opportunity to observe and perhaps even interact with him.

Countless eyes were on the Ascension Ceremony, the atmosphere tense with anticipation.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhi’an, his Spiritual Energy restored, arrived at the Ascension Stage, escorted by Ye Qingxin.

…

“A mere Core Formation cultivator, attracting so much attention… How amusing. He only defeated a third-grade cultivator yesterday. His luck is truly remarkable, saving a Dao Integration expert and even becoming her Dao Companion,” a young man with a pale face and delicate features sneered inwardly, listening to the conversations around him.

This was Xiao Hua, a student of the Zunyun Academy in Yu State, the Chosen One.

His injuries from yesterday’s tribulation had completely healed, and his powerful consciousness had solidified his eighth-grade Core Formation cultivation. He had even obtained a Tribulation Tempering Pill.

Since taking over this body, he had encountered numerous opportunities. He was truly blessed by fate.

“This Mu Zhi’an is quite famous now,” a melodious voice suddenly said beside him.

It was Luo Tan’s personal maid, her gaze fixed on the peak masters and the two Empresses on the Ascension Stage.

“It’s not him, but the powers behind him that are attracting attention. Defeating a third-grade cultivator isn’t that impressive,” Xiao Hua replied calmly.

The maid glanced at him. “Her Majesty seems to be interested in Mu Zhi’an. Although you’re at the eighth-grade, you shouldn’t antagonize him. It might cause unnecessary trouble.”

She had sensed a change in him since yesterday.

The loss of his Divine King Bone had weakened his body and consciousness, making him unsuitable for alchemy.

However, he had refined a sixth-grade pill last night, and his consciousness was stronger than ever.

“I know what I’m doing. I won’t offend him,” Xiao Hua said.

At least, not yet.

After all, he was still no match for the Jade Empress.

Like many of his peers, he envied Mu Zhi’an, even though he himself was a reincarnator.

To become the Jade Empress’s Dao Companion before even reaching the Nascent Soul Realm…

Even if Mu Zhi’an never reached Nascent Soul, the Jade Empress would find a way to extend his lifespan.

He couldn’t afford to offend him now.

Unless… the Jade Empress abandoned him.

Or… his own cultivation increased significantly.

He glanced at a map fragment in his hand.

He had found it yesterday in a hidden corner of the Celestial Realm, a remnant of some ancient ruin.

It likely contained valuable treasures.

And this was his path to power.

With his past life’s experience, increasing his cultivation was easy.

He scanned the young cultivators participating in the Ascension Ceremony.

Then, his gaze fixed on a woman in a gray robe.

She was tall and beautiful, her figure well-proportioned, her long hair cascading down her back. Although her clothes were simple, they couldn’t hide her alluring curves.

She had attracted quite a bit of attention since arriving.

It was Xiao Shuixian, the one who had indirectly caused his Divine King Bone to be stolen, the reason he had been mocked and ridiculed as trash.

Of course… that was only the original owner’s perspective.

Based on Xiao Hua’s memories, it was Xiao Shuixian’s stepmother who had orchestrated the theft. She hadn’t known about it.

In fact, she had even tried to help him when he was being bullied.

Xiao Hua hesitated for a moment, then decided not to approach her yet.

It wasn’t the right time… He had a match today. He would find an opportunity to talk to her later.

Whether it’s your sister, or that Empress who raised you, any woman you desire… I’ll obtain them for you… So don’t interfere with my plans…

Xiao Hua’s heart pounded with excitement as he planned his future conquests.

Meanwhile, on the Ascension Stage, Mu Zhi’an had just arrived with Ye Qingxin.

Several peak masters were already there, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at him.

“You’ve worked hard last night, fellow Daoist Ye,” Yao Meng said, sitting on the stage, her Spiritual Sense scanning Mu Zhi’an’s body, a faint smile curving her lips.

Although he was still slightly weak, his Spiritual Energy had almost fully recovered, even denser than before.

It normally took three to five days to refine a Primordial Creation Pill. Ye Qingxin must have put in a lot of effort.

“It was my responsibility. I was just making amends. There’s no need for thanks, Jade Empress,” Ye Qingxin replied, smiling brightly, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an, who was chatting with some disciples.

She should be the one thanking him.

If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have found a way to bring her entire clan to the Heavenly Court.

And she wouldn’t have known about the existence of an evolving Innate Celestial Furnace.

The Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy, after being refined by his Innate Celestial Furnace, was much denser than the original.

Their agreement wouldn’t be fulfilled until he reached Soul Transformation.

And by then, his Innate Celestial Furnace would also reach its first peak.

Once he reached Soul Transformation, the Spiritual Energy he provided would be equivalent to a Dao Integration expert’s.

And it would be Dao Integration level energy from the Heavenly Court.

Cultivation was a never-ending journey. Dao Integration was the pinnacle of power in the mortal world, but it was still limited.

This was the restriction of heaven and earth, the rule of the Heavenly Dao. Because beyond Dao Integration… even the Heavenly Dao trembled.

However, Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace offered a glimmer of hope, a chance to transcend this limit.

Even the slightest possibility was enough to make one’s heart race.

If the Jade Empress had foreseen this and chosen Mu Zhi’an as her Dao Companion… her divination skills were truly terrifying…

“It seems your opinion of him has improved,” Yao Meng said, a playful smile on her lips as she glanced at Ye Qingxin, her senses heightened.

Ye Qingxin, her alluring figure clad in a black and red dress, her ample bosom prominent, her long legs shapely, exuded a seductive aura, like a fiery witch.

If Yao Meng was a pure and innocent fairy, then Ye Qingxin was a temptress, her charm irresistible.

“I was prejudiced against him before, but after observing him these past two days, I’ve realized he’s a rare talent,” Ye Qingxin replied calmly.

“His character, his talent, his social skills… all exceptional.”

Even his looks were top-tier… His only flaw was his obsession with… certain activities.

Remembering his fantasies about her, Ye Qingxin’s delicate hand instinctively covered the back of her other hand.

That was how Mu Zhi’an had held her hand, nurturing her consciousness.

Although it was clumsy and ineffective, she could still feel the lingering traces of his Spiritual Energy within her body.

On the Ascension Stage, the cultivators were shocked by their conversation.

Even the Ye family ancestor praised Mu Zhi’an so highly?

She had clearly been displeased with his actions towards her descendant, yet now… Could this fourth-grade Core Formation cultivator truly be so talented?

The younger generation below, overhearing their conversation, were also amazed.

Several girls from the Primordial Clans looked at Mu Zhi’an, their eyes sparkling.

“However, he’ll have a difficult time winning today’s matches,” Ye Qingxin continued.

With his current condition, it would be difficult for him to continue winning.

After all, everyone who had reached this stage was a prodigy. And despite his talent, Mu Zhi’an was only at the fourth-grade Core Formation Realm.

A beautiful woman, listening to their conversation, also looked at Mu Zhi’an.

“Shuixian, although you’re not participating in the Ascension Ceremony, it’s always good to make friends. Why don’t you go and chat with young friend Mu? He’s injured. You can give him the pill I gave you yesterday,” she transmitted her voice to the woman in the gray robe below.

“Perhaps you two will get along.”

Xiao Shuixian, her face incredibly beautiful despite her simple attire, looked up.

“Alright, Mother.”

She smiled gently, her demeanor calm and composed.

She silently left the crowd and walked towards the pavilion where Mu Zhi’an was chatting with a few young cultivators.

Suddenly, the conversations died down as they noticed her approaching.

Mu Zhi’an also looked over, his eyes twinkling with interest.

Although Xiao Shuixian’s attire was simple, she was a true beauty, her figure alluring and curvaceous.

And more importantly, he sensed a unique fluctuation of Spiritual Energy from her.

Does she also have a dual constitution…?

As Mu Zhi’an thought this, Xiao Hua, watching from afar, noticed his sister approaching Mu Zhi’an, and his face darkened.

It wasn’t his own emotion, but the original owner’s resentment influencing him.

Seeing Xiao Shuixian talking to a strange man made his heart twist with an inexplicable displeasure.

Why is she talking to Mu Zhi’an?!

Although the original owner knew his sister had been trying to make amends for what happened, he had convinced himself that she was the reason his Divine King Bone had been stolen.

Although she hadn’t known about it, it was still her fault.

However, Xiao Shuixian was a renowned genius in Yu State, a beauty admired by countless young cultivators.

And she had cared about him, felt guilty, even asked others to look after him secretly… This had made him fall in love with her.

Seeing her being so friendly towards another man… If he weren’t so rational, he would have rushed over and stopped her.

But doing so now would only worsen her impression of him.

He was planning to approach her slowly, win her heart, and eventually make her his. He couldn’t be impulsive now.

And what infuriated him even more was Mu Zhi’an. He already had the Jade Empress as his Dao Companion, yet he was still unsatisfied, even targeting his woman?

He’s courting death!

Although he was at the eighth-grade Core Formation Realm, he couldn’t reveal his strength or his hostility towards Mu Zhi’an yet, lest he attract the attention of the Dao Integration expert backing him.

He had to be patient!

Don’t let me encounter you outside the sect, or else…

Xiao Hua clenched his fists, vowing to remember this humiliation.

Just as he was about to look away, he felt a sharp gaze upon him.

He looked up and saw Mu Zhi’an looking at him with a gentle smile, his eyes seemingly seeing through him.

Although his smile was warm and friendly, Xiao Hua felt a chill run down his spine.

He felt exposed.

Mu Zhi’an looked away, as if it had just been a casual glance.

“Thank you, Miss Xiao. I’m still weak. Your pill is much appreciated,” he said, turning to the woman in gray, a gentle smile on his face.

Xiao Shuixian smiled gracefully. “I’ve heard of your name in Yu State, Young Master Mu. You’re just as kind and approachable as the rumors say.”

Although she was exaggerating, she had indeed heard of him.

“Damn him! Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he has a powerful backer?!” Xiao Hua thought, his heart burning with jealousy, resentment, and humiliation.

To him, his sister was both his ‘enemy’ and the goddess he desired.

Seeing her being so friendly towards another man infuriated him.

Luo Tan, on the Ascension Stage, also noticed this and raised an eyebrow, glancing at the beautiful woman beside her.

She knew that Xiao Shuixian’s actions were likely prompted by her stepmother’s voice transmission.

Yao Meng smiled faintly, her gaze gentle as she looked at Mu Zhi’an.

“You’re as intelligent as the rumors say, Miss Xiao. If you’re free after the Ascension Ceremony, you’re welcome to visit my Garden of Heavenly Harmony for tea and a chat,” Mu Zhi’an said, his gaze lingering on Xiao Shuixian for a moment before looking away, maintaining his image as a devoted Dao Companion.

However, he did want to talk to her.

Not just because of her beauty…

More importantly… he suspected she might be the second Chosen One selected by the Heavenly Dao.

What a coincidence. Xiao Hua, the Holy Son of Yu State, was the Chosen One… and his sister was talking to him right now.

Am I still a stepping stone, attracting Chosen Ones to challenge me?

Mu Zhi’an chuckled inwardly.

Since his sister had presented herself, he would take this opportunity to probe her and learn more about this second Chosen One.

Ye Yu was a ‘trash-to-overpowered protagonist’. What type was Xiao Hua?

After chatting with Xiao Shuixian for a while longer, Mu Zhi’an excused himself. “I have some matters to attend to. Please excuse me,” he said.

The Jade Empress was watching. If he continued flirting, he would be in trouble tonight…

He left the pavilion, keeping his distance from the other female cultivators.

The elder on the stage took out the Spirit Calculating Orb and began randomly selecting opponents for today’s matches.

Mu Zhi’an took out his token, waiting for his opponent’s name to appear.

Reaching this stage was already a miracle. And with his injuries, winning another match was unlikely.

However, he still held a sliver of hope, perhaps he would encounter a weaker opponent.

Thinking of this, he looked at the back of his token.

The golden light of the Spirit Calculating Orb enveloped the cultivators below, and their opponents’ names appeared.

Mu Zhi’an’s gaze fixed on his token, and he froze.

At that moment, he felt a sharp gaze upon him and looked up, seeing a beautiful woman in a white dress, her aura as cold and aloof as winter’s frost, standing in a distant pavilion.

His next opponent… was Lan Mulian.

Chapter 334: A Gentle Weight on the Jade Empress’s Head p2

Ye Qingxin sat on a lotus platform within the hall, absorbing Spiritual Energy.

Her expression was calm, but a closer look revealed a hint of worry.

Normally, a Dao Integration expert’s wisp of consciousness could exist in the mortal realm for a long time, as long as it didn’t engage in battle.

However, she had exhausted a lot of energy healing Mu Zhi’an’s injuries. If she didn’t replenish it, her consciousness would dissipate.

But even so, her mind wasn’t focused on her cultivation. She was thinking about what had happened earlier.

If Mu Zhi’an hadn’t mentioned Ye Qian and Ye Lingxuan, she would still be in a foul mood.

Ye Yu was a descendant of the Ye family, one of their most talented, and as their ancestor, his words had hurt her deeply.

However, her disappointment towards him wasn’t the main reason for her current mood.

It was Mu Zhi’an.

The better he performed, the more obvious the contrast with Ye Yu became, and this contrast was the source of her frustration.

“Who dares to disturb me?” she suddenly asked, her voice calm, having sensed someone’s presence.

A figure emerged from the shadows near the entrance.

“Ancestor…”

The young man wasn’t particularly handsome, but his features were pleasant. His face was pale, and his black robe made him seem even weaker and more fragile.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Clearly, he hadn’t rested since Ye Qingxin left last night. Seeing the woman in the red dress meditating on the lotus platform, his eyes lit up with a desperate hope.

“What is it?” Ye Qingxin asked, her eyes still closed.

After his outburst last night, she had decided to ignore him.

A descendant of the Ye family showing her less respect than an outsider like Mu Zhi’an…

It was laughable.

Remembering Ye Yu’s accusations and his disrespectful attitude, she frowned slightly, unwilling to interact with him any further.

However, Ye Yu didn’t seem to notice.

After consuming the pill and recovering from his injuries, he had calmed down under his master’s guidance.

And then, he realized how foolish he had been.

She was a Dao Integration expert! And a Ye family ancestor! Even the elders of the Ye family treated her with respect.

Yet, he had lashed out at her last night.

And Mu Zhi’an clearly had… designs on her. What if he had taken advantage of the situation last night…?

Although she was a Dao Integration expert, Mu Zhi’an was a skilled manipulator. If he had charmed her and… gone further than just holding her hand…

The thought alone made Ye Yu’s blood boil, and he had rushed over as soon as he recovered, using his master’s Spiritual Sense to locate her.

Fortunately, she was alone. There was still time to salvage the situation.

“Ancestor, I was wrong last night. But it was because I lost to Mu Zhi’an, and he used the Heaven-Asking Lock, so…” Ye Yu said sincerely, apologizing.

His master had told him that the difference in their strength wasn’t that significant. Mu Zhi’an had only won by a small margin.

The Heaven-Asking Lock wasn’t the key. He had lost because he had been provoked and lost his composure.

After disappointing Ye Qingxin last night, he had been filled with regret, which was why he had asked his master to take control of his body and find her.

“It’s in the past. Is there anything else?” Ye Qingxin asked coldly.

Ye Yu was stunned by her indifferent tone. He stepped forward. “Please come back with me, Ancestor. I know I was wrong,” he said, trying to get closer.

He was a descendant of the Ye family, their most talented. She could help him restore their clan’s former glory.

But if she stayed here, Mu Zhi’an might take advantage of the situation…

However, as he took a step forward, a formation activated beneath his feet, blocking his path.

Ye Qingxin opened her eyes, her gaze cold. “I’m tired. You should leave.”

Her tone was indifferent, devoid of the warmth she usually showed towards her descendants.

Ye Yu wanted to say something, but the old man within him sighed and said, “Your actions last night must have disappointed her. Since you’ve apologized, you should leave and recover from your injuries.”

“You’re a descendant of the Ye family. She’ll forgive you.”

However, she probably won’t be as supportive as before… He didn’t say that out loud, sighing inwardly.

He had played a good hand poorly. Although Mu Zhi’an’s interference was a factor, it was ultimately Ye Yu’s fault.

His arrogance had allowed Mu Zhi’an to manipulate him completely.

Ye Yu still felt resentful, wanting to argue, but seeing Ye Qingxin’s cold expression, he gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

“Mu Zhi’an?”

As soon as he stepped out of the hall, his expression changed.

He was a prodigy, chosen by the Heavenly Dao. His Spiritual Sense was powerful.

He saw the young man with the gentle and sunny disposition standing outside.

“What are you doing here?!”

He stared at Mu Zhi’an, his emotions surging, his eyes filled with barely contained hatred.

After all, he had been humiliated by Mu Zhi’an yesterday, and now, seeing him here, with his ancestor…

“Are you feeling better, Brother Ye?” Mu Zhi’an asked with a gentle smile, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Yu scoffed. “Better than you, at least.”

Although he appeared weak, his eyes burned with rage.

Mu Zhi’an had used the Heaven-Asking Lock against him yesterday, and because of his ancestor’s presence, he had had to redirect the attack, injuring himself in the process. Although Ye Yu was injured now, Mu Zhi’an’s injuries were probably worse.

“There’s no need for this hostility between us, Brother Ye. I’m sure Senior Ye wouldn’t want to see us fight,” Mu Zhi’an said, his voice filled with concern.

Ye Yu sneered again, about to retort, when a calm and melodious voice came from within the hall, interrupting them.

“Young friend Mu, come in. We can talk inside.”

Mu Zhi’an glanced at Ye Yu, then turned and entered the hall.

This made Ye Yu even more uneasy, his mind racing.

Mu Zhi’an should be more seriously injured than him, yet he seemed to have almost fully recovered…

And the way Ye Qingxin had spoken to him earlier, so coldly, and now, so gently to Mu Zhi’an…

Ye Yu’s head spun.

He took a couple of steps back and saw them through the open doorway.

Mu Zhi’an was standing by the lotus pond, chatting with Ye Qingxin.

“Thank you for your help last night, Senior. It’s a shame my Vessel is currently occupied. Otherwise, you could have entered and recovered your Spiritual Energy much faster,” Mu Zhi’an said sincerely.

“With your constitution, it’s not surprising that you attract stray souls. But be careful and don’t be deceived,” Ye Qingxin said with a gentle smile, her tone completely different from earlier.

Seeing her friendly demeanor towards his enemy made Ye Yu’s blood boil, his barely healed wounds aching.

She had said she was doing this for him, yet here she was, acting so intimately with Mu Zhi’an, the one who had injured him…

Suddenly, Mu Zhi’an reached out and gently took Ye Qingxin’s hand, as if checking her pulse, his voice filled with concern. “Your Spiritual Energy seems weaker than yesterday, Senior. Are you alright?”

Ye Qingxin chuckled. “Why are you so concerned about me, young friend Mu? It’s just a wisp of consciousness. Even if it dissipates, it’s not a big deal.”

They chatted amicably, and she didn’t seem to mind his touch, as she could feel the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy from his Innate Celestial Furnace flowing into her body.

Although it wasn’t much, it was still a thoughtful gesture.

Moreover, his Heavenly Court Spiritual Energy, refined by his Innate Celestial Furnace, seemed even denser than the original…

His Innate Celestial Furnace’s potential… was truly limitless…

Ye Yu’s face turned green as he watched them.

“You bitch…”

His rage consumed him, and he spat out the words.

The atmosphere in the hall changed, their words reaching Ye Qingxin and Mu Zhi’an’s ears.

Ye Qingxin lowered her gaze, ignoring him.

Boom!

However, as soon as he spoke, Mu Zhi’an raised his hand and sent a blast of Spiritual Energy towards Ye Yu, sending him flying out of the hall, coughing up blood.

Even if he were fully healed, he would still be no match for Mu Zhi’an.

“How dare you insult your own ancestor? You’re not worthy of being called human!”

Mu Zhi’an’s voice was cold, his expression calm.

Ye Yu clutched his chest, his heart filled with resentment and humiliation. “This is the Two Polarities Sect, Mu Zhi’an! Attacking a fellow disciple… Do you know the consequences?!” he roared.

His eyes burned with rage. If he weren’t injured, he would fight Mu Zhi’an to the death.

Mu Zhi’an looked at him coldly. “You have an ancestor who cares about you, yet you don’t appreciate it and even accuse her of colluding with me?”

“Let me tell you this. I used the Heaven-Asking Lock because I didn’t want to waste time on you. Even without it, you’re no match for me.”

“You think you’re talented? Qian’er is just as talented, and she’s also a descendant of the Ye family! But Senior Ye chose you. Do you think she wants something from you?”

“Your injuries healed so quickly because she helped you. Yet you’re ungrateful and even insult her. I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.”

“Go ahead and report me to the Enforcement Hall. I won’t regret my actions.”

Ye Yu, his face pale, struggled to stand up, glaring at Mu Zhi’an. “Stop talking nonsense! You’re only getting close to my ancestor because you’re attracted to her, aren’t you?!”

Mu Zhi’an chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes.

Then, he suddenly asked, “And you… can you honestly say you have no romantic feelings towards your ancestor?”

He looked at Ye Yu intently.

“Ever since you met her, you’ve been treating her like your possession, haven’t you? That’s why you don’t want anyone else near her.”

“And you dared to disrespect her because you have the old man inside you to rely on. You’re not afraid of losing her favor, are you?”

Mu Zhi’an knew exactly what he was thinking.

After all, Ye Yu had acted similarly towards his younger sisters in Tianxuan City, neglecting them while preventing them from interacting with other men.

As for his own feelings towards Ye Qingxin… She probably already knew. There was no need for Ye Yu to point it out.

I’m attracted to your ancestor. I admit it.

Can you admit that you’re attracted to her too, Ye Yu?

She would probably kill you on the spot.

Sensing Ye Qingxin’s cold gaze, Ye Yu’s eyes flickered with panic, his face pale. “You’re slandering me! I’ve never had such thoughts about my ancestor! Stop trying to drive a wedge between us!” he shouted.

Mu Zhi’an’s words had struck a nerve.

Especially his accusation about him relying on the old man within him.

Although he hadn’t consciously thought about it, he had indeed had similar thoughts subconsciously.

Because of his master’s protection, and the fact that his ancestor was just a wisp of consciousness, he wasn’t afraid of losing her favor.

Mu Zhi’an had exposed his innermost thoughts, making him panic and rage.

Although his words were exaggerated, Ye Yu couldn’t defend himself.

“Enough. We’re done. Leave,” Ye Qingxin said coldly, shaking her head.

If she had been merely disappointed last night, then Mu Zhi’an’s words and Ye Yu’s reaction had completely shattered her illusions.

“Ancestor—”

Ye Yu looked up, wanting to say something.

However, Ye Qingxin waved her hand dismissively, and he vanished.

She looked around the empty hall, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions, then she fell silent, lost in thought.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her alluring figure, her beautiful face now emotionless.

He boldly reached out and gently took her hand.

“This will transfer some of my Innate Celestial Furnace’s Spiritual Energy to you, Senior. Although it’s not much, please accept it as a token of my… concern.”

To transfer Spiritual Energy from the Innate Celestial Furnace, physical contact was required. The more intimate the contact, the greater the amount of energy transferred.

Holding hands like this could only transfer a small amount.

However, for Mu Zhi’an, this was just an excuse to touch her and appease her.

Ye Qingxin glanced at him, not pulling her hand away. “Do you think… there’s something wrong with my teaching methods, young friend Mu?” she asked softly.

Ye Yu’s personality was… difficult. He was usually fine, but once provoked, he became unreasonable…

Mu Zhi’an shook his head and chuckled. “I think it’s because Ye Yu is too impulsive and easily jealous.”

“He saw us chatting and became jealous. It’s my fault for not being more discreet, Senior.”

“It has nothing to do with you,” Ye Qingxin said, shaking her head gently.

She felt the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy from his Innate Celestial Furnace flowing into her, warming her consciousness. Then, her gaze fell upon his body.

It wasn’t just her imagination. The Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy, refined by his Innate Celestial Furnace, was much denser than the original…

She lowered her gaze and sighed inwardly.

The Jade Empress’s judgment is truly impeccable.

If he reached Soul Transformation, his Innate Celestial Furnace would greatly benefit even Dao Integration experts.

And he’s so kind and considerate… even to an outsider like me…

And how had Ye Yu treated her during the past few days?

Thinking of this, she glanced at Mu Zhi’an, a complex mix of emotions in her captivating red eyes.

Chapter 334: A Gentle Weight on the Jade Empress’s Head p1

The so-called “Chosen One” was merely a well-fed leek in Mu Zhi’an’s eyes, ripe for harvesting.

If this were back in Tianxuan City, he might have considered Ye Yu a rival.

But now…

He was enjoying the benefits of being the Jade Empress’s Dao Companion. Although his ‘harem’ was almost in flames, at least the outside world knew he had the backing of not only the Two Polarities Sect but also a Dao Integration Empress.

Most Primordial Clans were eager to curry favor with him.

Who cared about the Child of Destiny or some trivial luck? With targeted efforts, any advantage could be overturned.

Come to think of it, as the ‘female lead’, I’m starting to act more and more like a villain… Befriending powerful clans, manipulating others to deal with the ‘protagonist’, watching him struggle and improve only to be crushed again… It was the classic villain playbook.

However, Mu Zhi’an wasn’t one to let his enemies grow stronger.

He didn’t eliminate these so-called “Chosen Ones” directly only because they were more valuable alive. They were convenient sources of… resources, both material and otherwise.

Whether it was Ye Yu or other Chosen Ones, they were all the same.

I wonder when Ye Qingxin will realize my sincerity… He thought of the beautiful Ye family ancestor in her alluring black and red dress, his heart stirring slightly.

“Are you thinking about another woman?” Wei Mengrou suddenly asked, her voice cold, a hint of displeasure in her eyes as she noticed his expression.

Mu Zhi’an pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her slender waist, his hand casually caressing her. “I’m just thinking about when I can… do things with you after the Ascension Ceremony, Mengrou,” he said with a gentle smile.

His words made her blush, and she glared at him.

However, her disdain was a reward to him.

He found her even more captivating now.

“What does… do things mean?” Wei Mengrou asked, not understanding his slang.

Mu Zhi’an nuzzled her neck, inhaling her unique fragrance. “It means… intimate activities,” he whispered in her ear.

Wei Mengrou’s face flushed crimson. “Why are you always thinking about such things…? Can’t you focus on your cultivation?” she scolded, her tone like a teacher lecturing a student.

“But you’ll protect me, won’t you, Mengrou?” Mu Zhi’an’s hand continued to wander, ignoring her words.

“O-of course, but can you please restrain yourself? This isn’t your courtyard.”

Her body felt warm beneath his touch, but she bit her lip, holding back.

Although she was flustered, he was still injured.

“So it’s okay if we’re back in my courtyard?” he whispered in her ear.

His warm breath against her ear made her blush even deeper, her eyes moist.

Even the aloof Mengrou gets embarrassed… She’s so cute… Mu Zhi’an’s eyes twinkled with amusement as his hand gently caressed her leg, enjoying the smooth feel of the silk stocking against her soft skin.

“The top six will be decided tomorrow. I’ve reached my limit. It’s up to you now, Mengrou.”

He decided not to push his luck any further, afraid of angering her.

As for his own match tomorrow…

Reaching this stage at the third-grade Core Formation Realm was already a miracle. His injuries hadn’t fully healed, and even though his Spiritual Energy had recovered, he still needed time to recuperate.

Winning his next match would be incredibly difficult, unless he didn’t encounter any of the ‘protagonists’.

“You trust me that much?” Wei Mengrou asked, glancing at him, her face flushed, but her voice calm.

However, a slight tremor in her voice betrayed her shyness.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her and chuckled. “When have I ever doubted you?”

After all, she knew about his past visits to the brothels, probably even how many times he could… ahem… in one night, and his… preferences.

Wei Mengrou gently stopped his wandering hand and sighed.

“I think you should prepare yourself… for marriage.”

“I’m not confident about this Ascension Ceremony.”

Normally, she would be confident in winning against Bai Ruoxi, Ye Lingxuan, or any of the others.

But this time was different.

“Even you’re not confident?”

This surprised even Mu Zhi’an. It was rare for his aloof maid to express such doubt.

“This isn’t an ordinary Ascension Ceremony. The Sect Master, to ensure a certain outcome, is using you as bait to lure out your… Senior Sister.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at his hand, which was now back on her thigh, and said, her voice trembling slightly, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” Mu Zhi’an replied earnestly.

Seeing her roll her eyes, he continued, “Is Senior Sister Lan really that strong?”

“Lan Mulian’s strength is far greater than you imagine,” Wei Mengrou said seriously.

A Core Formation cultivator who comprehended Dao Rhyme could barely hold their own against a Nascent Soul expert.

And that was just barely.

“She’s that strong…?” Mu Zhi’an murmured thoughtfully, enjoying the different textures of her stockings.

He knew the Sacred Heavenly Body was a powerful constitution, but Lan Mulian was the first person Wei Mengrou had praised so highly.

“Well, even if Senior Sister wins the Ascension Ceremony, it’s not a bad outcome.”

After all, there was still that unspoken understanding between him and Lan Mulian. With her proud personality, as long as he didn’t make a move, she wouldn’t either.

Even if she won, she wouldn’t do anything to him.

“You were worried about your future earlier, but now you don’t seem concerned at all,” Wei Mengrou said, surprised.

He had been so anxious when he learned that he was the additional reward, but now he seemed indifferent.

Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “I can’t change anything now, so I might as well enjoy myself.”

He couldn’t influence the Ascension Ceremony’s outcome anymore.

“I hope you have the same attitude towards your cultivation,” Wei Mengrou retorted, her tone filled with disdain.

“You should be gentler, Mengrou. It makes people happy,” Mu Zhi’an said, offering some friendly advice.

Wei Mengrou glared at him, about to retort, when he suddenly pinched her thigh, then, before she could react, he kissed her.

Her eyes widened slightly as she fell back onto the bed, her hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders, as if trying to push him away, but her body felt weak and powerless.

Boom!

A loud rumbling sound, like thunder, echoed in the distance, and Wei Mengrou’s eyes snapped open.

Mu Zhi’an frowned, annoyed by the interruption.

He removed his hand from her waist, got out of bed, opened the door, and looked towards the southern bank.

The tribulation clouds were dissipating.

The rumbling sound had been the last of the tribulation lightning.

“Someone just finished their tribulation,” Mu Zhi’an murmured.

And it just so happened to coincide with the Heavenly Dao choosing a new Child of Destiny… What a coincidence…

If he remembered correctly, that was where Empress Luo Tan was residing.

Could it be that the new Chosen One is among the people from Yu State?

As Mu Zhi’an thought this, Wei Mengrou said softly, “I’ll leave you to cultivate now. You should meditate until dawn.”

“Are you returning to your courtyard, Mengrou? You can cultivate here,” Mu Zhi’an said, trying to keep her with him.

“Will you let me cultivate peacefully if I stay here?” Wei Mengrou asked, glancing at him, clearly not trusting him.

And in her current state, being near him made it difficult for her to focus.

“You know me too well, Mengrou.”

Mu Zhi’an gently played with her hair, looking at her with a warm smile, his voice filled with a playful helplessness.

If it weren’t for the circumstances, he would have… ‘suppressed’ her before dawn.

However, Ye Qingxin was cultivating in the next room. If she walked in and saw them…

He wasn’t that reckless.

As Wei Mengrou left, Mu Zhi’an was about to return to his room and continue cultivating.

His Spiritual Energy had recovered, but his body was still weak. He needed to rest.

As for the Ascension Ceremony… He had already weakened Ye Yu’s luck. He would let the ‘protagonists’ fight amongst themselves.

Suddenly, his pseudo-Innate Spiritual Body sensed a faint aura that wasn’t his or Ye Qingxin’s.

He paused, his eyes twinkling with interest, and looked in its direction.

It was coming from the hall where Ye Qingxin was cultivating.

Chapter 333: Stealing Someone’s Girl? I’m a Pro! 

In the warm room, Mu Zhi’an looked up, drawn by the seductive voice that sent shivers down his spine.

Ye Qingxin’s beautiful face was inches from his, her red lips alluring, her fiery red eyes sparkling with amusement.

Whoa, I’m being flirted with?! He was momentarily stunned. A beauty like Ye Qingxin could charm anyone with such a bold move.

But this is too fast… She’s still wary of me. Why would she seduce me?

As if reading his thoughts, Ye Qingxin’s captivating gaze turned cold, and she looked away.

“There’s something you don’t know, young friend Mu.”

Mu Zhi’an, his gaze lingering on her alluring figure as she moved away, asked, “What is it, Senior?”

Ye Qingxin raised her hand, a red light flickering in her palm as a painting appeared.

She turned to him, her beautiful eyes meeting his. “Everything that happened within my Celestial Realm is recorded in this painting,” she said softly.

“The Jade Empress and I personally observed your… performance during the trial.”

Mu Zhi’an froze, his eyes widening in surprise.

Ye Qingxin’s gaze was fixed on him.

She had expected him to be shocked, perhaps even apologizing for his… disrespectful thoughts towards her.

However, after a moment of silence, he simply lowered his gaze and sighed softly.

“So that’s why you were so wary of me, Senior. You saw my… fantasies,” he murmured.

So she wasn’t just wary of me because of my thoughts about her, but because she saw what I did to her in my fantasy…

Eight times in one night, even tearing her clothes… Who wouldn’t be wary of me after seeing that?

The fact that she had still given him the Heaven-Asking Lock showed her magnanimity.

Mu Zhi’an wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

But he quickly calmed himself down.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, young friend Mu?” Ye Qingxin asked, her eyes turning cold, her aura imposing.

If he hadn’t heard her seductive voice earlier, he would have thought it was all a dream.

This woman is truly a temptress…

He had only felt this kind of allure from Yao Meng, who, despite her pure and innocent appearance, had a hidden dark side.

Mu Zhi’an lowered his gaze respectfully. “I don’t think I did anything wrong, Senior.”

“If anything, it’s your fault.”

Ye Qingxin raised an eyebrow, looking at him calmly.

Is he using the same excuse as Ye Yu?

She had just been disappointed by her ungrateful descendant, and now, this Mu Zhi’an was saying, ‘It’s not my fault, it’s yours’?

However, before she could react, he continued, “Your beauty is unparalleled, Senior. You’re one of the most beautiful women in the Nine Realms. Who wouldn’t be captivated by you?”

He covered his mouth and coughed weakly, then looked up at her with a tired smile. “A sage isn’t someone without desires, but someone who can control them.”

“I respect you, Senior, so I suppressed my thoughts.”

“But within that Celestial Realm, desires are amplified. That’s the nature of the trial… And with my desires amplified, I couldn’t suppress my… admiration for you.”

Mu Zhi’an struggled to stand up, his hand on the bed frame, his head lowered slightly.

“If you’re displeased, Senior, I’m willing to accept any punishment.”

Even if you step on me…

His sincere demeanor, his pale face, the sweat beading on his forehead, his handsome features…

Ye Qingxin’s cold gaze softened slightly.

His response was flawless.

He had complimented her, admitted his ‘mistake’, expressed his admiration, and apologized, offering himself up for punishment.

I’m injured. Would you, as my senior, really punish me?

If you don’t, then we can just forget about this.

Although that was the implication, his words and actions were surprisingly… agreeable.

No wonder the Jade Empress favored him. His way with words alone surpassed most so-called geniuses.

Ye Qingxin sighed inwardly.

“Sit down. You’re injured. Don’t push yourself.”

She had tacitly forgiven him.

“Thank you, Senior Ye,” Mu Zhi’an said, sitting down on the bed and breathing a sigh of relief.

So that’s why Yao Meng’s gaze and tone were so… playful. My trial was being broadcast live…

And she didn’t even tell me… I’ll have to punish her later.

“This pill can heal any injury within three days and is also beneficial for cultivation.”

Ye Qingxin took out the Primordial Creation Pill, and with a flick of her wrist, it floated towards Mu Zhi’an.

“After you consume it, I’ll protect you and use a secret technique to accelerate its absorption. Combined with the pill Luo Tan gave you, you’ll be fully recovered by tomorrow.”

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered as he looked up at her. “You’re not blaming me anymore, Senior?”

“You’re right. Desires are amplified within the Celestial Realm. It’s not your fault,” Ye Qingxin replied calmly, her voice softer than before.

After all, he hadn’t actually done anything to her. It was just a fantasy.

And it was part of the trial.

She was well aware of her own charm. Many, both her peers and those of the younger generation, had admired her.

However, Mu Zhi’an was the first to act on his desires.

Although his courage had been… misplaced, it wasn’t wrong.

If the woman in his fantasy hadn’t been her, she might even have admired his boldness.

After all, few would dare to imagine… subduing an Empress.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her alluring figure and said sincerely, “Thank you for your understanding, Senior.”

“However, my actions towards you weren’t solely because of your beauty…”

He continued, “When you descended to help Ye Yu, I thought to myself, with such a virtuous and beautiful ancestor, what more could he possibly want?”

“My admiration for you, Senior, stems from your character and your kindness towards your descendants.”

“I wish I had an ancestor like you.”

Mu Zhi’an sighed softly, then fell silent, knowing when to stop.

“You’re good with words. No wonder you’ve charmed that girl in the white dress and my two descendants,” Ye Qingxin said with a smile, seeing through his intentions.

However, even though she knew what he was doing, she wasn’t as displeased as before. In fact, her impression of him had improved.

“I’ve always seen Lingxuan and Qian’er as younger sisters, Senior. You’re misunderstanding,” Mu Zhi’an said with a gentle smile.

He picked up the pill.

“By the way, Senior, do you know who that person inside Ye Yu is?” he suddenly asked.

The old man within Ye Yu was a mystery. Although Mu Zhi’an knew he was likely a former Dao Integration expert, he didn’t know his identity.

Ye Qingxin shook her head gently. “I ascended to the Heavenly Court long ago. I’m not very familiar with the matters of the Nine Realms.”

“His confidence must be because of that old man,” Mu Zhi’an sighed.

“Ye Yu’s future is truly limitless.”

He was subtly telling Ye Qingxin that she didn’t need to worry about Ye Yu anymore. He had a Dao Integration expert within him and didn’t need her help.

“Let’s not talk about him. You should focus on refining that pill, young friend Mu,” Ye Qingxin said, shaking her head gently.

The Primordial Creation Pill’s potent fragrance filled the air as Mu Zhi’an swallowed it. Ye Qingxin formed a hand seal, a red light emanating from her palm.

She pointed at Mu Zhi’an, and a red light enveloped him.

Instantly, his condition became clear to her.

His dense Spiritual Energy was like a sweet poison to a female cultivator. As a wisp of consciousness, she was naturally drawn to it, especially the energy within his Innate Celestial Furnace.

His Innate Celestial Furnace is truly unique. If it continues to evolve, perhaps the Jade Empress will be the first to achieve Transcendence… Ye Qingxin thought to herself.

She focused, her hand glowing with runes, accelerating the pill’s absorption.

…

Deep within a hall on the southern bank.

Luo Tan, dressed in a luxurious white dress, tapped her fingers against the table, lost in thought.

She was thinking about the Jade Empress’s offer, trading a Heavenly Phoenix Fruit for a Dao Heart Pill.

The Jade Empress should have a few Heavenly Phoenix Fruits herself. Even if their potency had decreased over time, they were still incredibly valuable.

It was a worthy trade.

But why did she want a Dao Heart Pill?

Its effects were limited, unless… she was certain it could expand someone’s Vessel?

In the past, she wouldn’t have thought too much about it.

However, the Jade Empress had just publicly declared Mu Zhi’an to be her Dao Companion. It was obvious who she wanted the Dao Heart Pill for.

She was confident that Mu Zhi’an could absorb and utilize the pill’s effects.

Then, the key must be his Vessel.

Boom!

As Luo Tan pondered this, a loud rumbling sound, like thunder, came from outside. She glanced in its direction.

A tribulation for the eighth-grade Core Formation Realm…

“It must be Young Master Xiao Hua’s tribulation, Your Majesty. He showed signs of a breakthrough during today’s matches,” her maid said respectfully.

Luo Tan nodded slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of pride.

Xiao Hua was one of the two geniuses from Yu State. He had a difficult childhood.

When he was young, his Divine King Bone had been stolen by his cousin’s mother, but he had survived through sheer willpower.

Later, Luo Tan, taking pity on him, had brought him back to the palace and provided him with resources, and with his own hard work and the help of medicinal pills, he had reached the Core Formation Realm at a young age, becoming a prodigy.

And now, he was already at the eighth-grade.

Within a year or two, he would likely reach the Nascent Soul Realm.

Luo Tan raised her delicate finger, and a small, exquisite jade box appeared.

“Give him this pill after his tribulation. It will restore his Spiritual Energy before dawn.”

As the Pill Emperor of Yu State, she had no shortage of pills.

In fact, she was the wealthiest person in the Nine Realms.

As a master alchemist, even the Demon Realm Empress, who usually disdained associating with Dao Integration experts, treated her with respect.

After all, who knew what kind of miraculous pills she might be able to refine in the future, pills even Dao Integration experts would need?

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the maid replied respectfully, taking the box and leaving.

…

Beneath the raging tribulation lightning, a young man in white robes coughed up blood, his body falling from the sky!

Boom!

He crashed to the ground, dust and debris flying everywhere, coughing violently.

“Xiao Hua, are you alright?”

The maid, arriving on her sword, rushed to his side.

“Damn it, to die like this… I can’t accept it…”

Xiao Hua clutched his chest, his voice filled with resentment.

Then, after a moment, he froze, instinctively touching his body.

My body… is still intact…?

“I’m… still alive…?”

“But… where am I?”

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, his voice a murmur.

“Xiao Hua, are you alright? Did the tribulation fry your brain?” the maid asked, looking at him with concern.

However, Xiao Hua seemed to ignore her, murmuring, “The Nine Realms… Dao Integration…”

I see… I’ve taken over this body… and been reborn…

What a weak body, dying to an eighth-grade Core Formation tribulation… It must be because of the Divine King Bone that was stolen from him when he was young, and the Spiritual Energy he exhausted during yesterday’s match…

Xiao Hua shook his head inwardly, disgusted by this body’s weakness.

He wasn’t from the Nine Realms, but from an ancient planet in a distant galaxy.

And he had been one of its rulers.

Although he had been betrayed, they probably hadn’t expected him to survive and be reborn…

Although he had to start over, his previous cultivation level was equivalent to a Soul Transformation expert in the Nine Realms.

With his experience, regaining his former glory was only a matter of time.

And for that, he needed the three Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs from the Ascension Ceremony!

Once he reached Soul Transformation, and then Dao Integration, he would fulfill the original owner’s wish and take that Empress of Yu State, whom he had secretly admired, as his Dao Companion.

You can rest in peace now!

Xiao Hua clenched his fists, a confident smile curving his lips.

“Xiao Hua, why are you spacing out? Her Majesty asked me to give you this,” the maid said, handing him the jade box.

Xiao Hua glanced at it casually, his eyes filled with arrogance as he looked at the maid.

It seemed the original owner of this body saw her as an older sister… but she also secretly admired him?

How boring. Even his maid admired him. This guy really wanted everything.

But she’s quite pretty…

After the Ascension Ceremony, there would be an alchemy competition. He would showcase his skills and amaze everyone.

If he could catch the Empress of Yu State’s attention, it would be a wonderful story.

Adopted by Empress Luo Tan as a child, then becoming her Dao Companion… Not bad.

…

Early morning.

Mu Zhi’an slowly opened his eyes, his earlier weakness gone. His Spiritual Energy, which had dropped to the third-grade Core Formation Realm, had even increased slightly.

At this rate, he would be back at the fourth-grade after the Ascension Ceremony.

Ye Qingxin wasn’t in the room. She must have returned to cultivate after using her secret technique.

After all, she was just a wisp of consciousness.

“Huh? When did Mengrou arrive?”

He turned his head slightly and saw Wei Mengrou standing beside his bed, her eyes closed in meditation, her aura concealed.

Her bright yellow dress stood out in the dim candlelight, but if it weren’t for his pseudo-Innate Spiritual Body, he wouldn’t have noticed her.

Beneath her skirt, one leg was clad in a white stocking that reached her thigh, while the other was covered by a sheer black stocking, a surprisingly alluring combination.

“I heard you were injured, so I came to check on you,” Wei Mengrou said coldly.

“You mean you were worried about me,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile, seeing through her facade, his gaze lingering on her alluring figure.

Wei Mengrou was about to deny it when he beckoned her with his finger. She pouted slightly, but still walked over and sat down beside him, her hip pressing against the edge of the bed.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine now. The Primordial Creation Pill is very effective,” Mu Zhi’an said reassuringly.

“Where’s Senior Ye?” he asked.

“Cultivating next door,” Wei Mengrou replied.

“So she needs to absorb Spiritual Energy to maintain her consciousness after using that secret technique on me.”

Mu Zhi’an’s hand casually rested on Wei Mengrou’s thigh, enjoying the smooth feel of the fabric.

A faint blush appeared on her usually cold and beautiful face. She glanced at him, her eyes filled with a playful resentment, then she pressed her thighs together, lowering her head, but she didn’t stop him.

“Hmm…?”

Enjoying her soft touch, Mu Zhi’an suddenly sensed a change in his personal interface. He opened it and glanced at it.

A faint black mark had appeared on the pink heart-shaped frame.

He recognized it. It was the same mark that had been there when his character role was still ‘Supporting Character’.

The Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms couldn’t directly interfere, but it could choose its ‘representatives’.

It seemed that after last night’s incident, after Ye Yu’s outburst, Ye Qingxin had become disillusioned with him.

Is the Heavenly Dao abandoning Ye Yu and choosing someone else?

Wei Mengrou, her hands nervously clutching her skirt, leaned against him, her usual aloofness gone as he teased her playfully.

She glanced at his personal interface, then looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He gently squeezed her waist, kissed her cheek, glanced at his interface, and chuckled.

“Just another leek.”

Chapter 332: I’ll Be the One to Hold the Ye Family Ancestor’s Thigh!

For Mu Zhi’an, neither Ye Yu, Gongsun Cheng, nor anyone else he had encountered could be considered true enemies.

Despite being the Child of Destiny, possessing the ability to fight those at higher levels, Ye Yu was just a… leek.

A tall, plump leek, ripe for harvesting.

Killing Ye Yu today would offend Ye Qingxin, make things difficult for the elders who supported him, and trigger a backlash from the Heavenly Dao.

Keeping him alive, on the other hand, improved his relationship with Ye Qingxin, provided opportunities for future interactions, and allowed him to further weaken Ye Yu’s luck, maximizing his value.

The Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms couldn’t directly interfere in worldly matters. After this defeat, it would either choose a new Child of Destiny or guide Ye Yu towards ancient ruins and opportunities for recovery.

Judging from his current luck, the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t abandon him yet.

With such a convenient treasure-hunting rat, he wouldn’t have to worry about resources.

As Yao Meng’s Spiritual Energy flowed through him like a warm current, Mu Zhi’an began to formulate his next plan.

Whispers and murmurs echoed through the hall.

Many cultivators discreetly observed him. If they had initially been resentful of this young man who was clearly a kept man, then this battle had changed their perception.

Although his cultivation was lower than the Jade Empress’s, his performance today was undeniable. None of his peers could confidently claim victory against him.

Moreover, this probably wasn’t even his full strength.

And the peak masters who knew him were even more shocked.

Princess Yongning, dressed in a luxurious gold dress, stared at him in amazement, her lips slightly parted.

She was about the same age as him, yet his performance today placed him among the top geniuses in the Nine Realms.

“Pavilion Master Yan’s judgment is truly impeccable. A fourth-grade Core Formation cultivator unleashing an attack comparable to a Nascent Soul expert… His future is limitless…” Ying Guhuan said with genuine admiration, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

She glanced at the astonished elders around her.

Then, she lowered her gaze, a hint of shock in her eyes.

The Heavenly Phoenix Manual… The Demon Realm Empress is indeed protecting him.

What was that fool Yi Hao thinking? Mu Zhi’an had taken the entrance examination on Boundless Sea Peak, yet he didn’t even try to recruit him.

The Boundless Sea Peak Master was now filled with regret.

If Mu Zhi’an were his disciple… it would be the perfect situation.

He possessed the Innate Celestial Furnace, and with his strength, he would achieve a high ranking in the Ascension Ceremony.

Unfortunately, it was too late now.

Mu Zhi’an, unaware of their thoughts, felt the warm current of Yao Meng’s Spiritual Energy flowing through him.

“Thank you. That’s enough,” he said, stopping her.

Although her Vessel had been reconstructed, it wasn’t full yet.

A Dao Integration expert’s Spiritual Energy consumption was immense. If she forcefully absorbed the surrounding energy, it would prevent other cultivators from reaching Dao Integration.

However, even without their usual intimate ‘energy exchange’, Mu Zhi’an felt much better.

The benefits of being the Jade Empress’s Dao Companion… were truly remarkable.

As Mu Zhi’an thought this, a melodious voice suddenly came from nearby.

“Young friend Mu, please take this pill. It will protect your Vessel and accelerate your Spiritual Energy recovery.”

Mu Zhi’an sensed the speaker’s presence and looked up.

Luo Tan, the Empress of Yu State, had approached them, her white boots clicking against the ground.

Her snow-white dress, embroidered with gold thread, gave her an elegant and noble aura, her long legs, clad in black stockings, visible between the hem of her dress and her boots. Her face, adorned with light makeup, was breathtakingly beautiful.

She held a jade bottle in her hand, a faint medicinal fragrance emanating from it.

“A Heart Protecting Pill?”

Ye Qingxin’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

The Pill Emperor of Yu State shouldn’t have any connection with Mu Zhi’an… Was she doing this for the Jade Empress’s sake?

However, their relationship wasn’t that close. She wouldn’t give away a pill she had personally refined.

Luo Tan smiled gracefully. “I witnessed a very interesting match. Consider this a reward for the victor. You won’t refuse, will you, young friend Mu?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Mu Zhi’an accepted the pill and swallowed it, then cupped his fists respectfully, despite his weakened state. “Thank you, Senior. I’m eternally grateful for your kindness.”

Although he didn’t know her intentions, he needed the pill.

He was truly weak.

If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be able to fool these Dao Integration experts.

Of course, his exhaustion had also earned him Ye Qingxin’s sympathy and goodwill.

Suddenly, Yao Meng’s gentle voice rang out, “I’ll leave him in your care. I’ll visit him on the southern bank tomorrow.”

She looked at Ye Qingxin.

If it were Bai Ruoxi or Ye Lingxuan offering to help Mu Zhi’an refine the pill and recover, she would be suspicious.

But she trusted Ye Qingxin.

After all, she had just witnessed Mu Zhi’an’s… thoughts about her. She wouldn’t have any designs on him.

Ye Qingxin nodded slightly, her expression much softer than before.

She glanced at Ye Yu, who was still unconscious, his face pale.

She sighed inwardly.

I should have intervened earlier…

Now that she owed Mu Zhi’an a favor, she had to heal his injuries.

Unconsciously, she had lowered her guard around him.

She formed a hand seal, her black and red dress billowing in the wind.

A mysterious red light enveloped Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu.

When Mu Zhi’an regained his senses, he was no longer on the Ascension Stage, but in a quiet room, filled with the calming scent of sandalwood incense.

Ye Qingxin stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her long hair cascading down, her black and red dress accentuating her alluring figure, her ample bosom straining against the fabric, her aura both seductive and holy.

This woman is truly breathtaking… and those… are definitely comparable to Ruoxi’s… Mu Zhi’an thought, admiring her figure.

“Young friend Mu, please refine that pill first. I’ll help you with the Primordial Creation Pill later,” Ye Qingxin said, turning to him, her captivating red eyes filled with concern.

Mu Zhi’an nodded politely. “Thank you, Senior…”

Then, seeing that she was about to leave, he hesitated. “Are you still angry about me injuring Ye Yu, Senior?”

Ye Qingxin paused at the door, her hand on the frame. “Injuries are inevitable in battles between cultivators. You showed mercy, considering our connection. I’m not angry,” she said.

If Mu Zhi’an hadn’t held back, Ye Yu would have been severely injured, his future cultivation compromised.

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with you, Senior,” Mu Zhi’an said, relieved.

Then, as if remembering something, he took out a pill from his storage ring.

“I have an Essence Replenishing Pill here. If you don’t mind, please give it to Brother Ye Yu when he wakes up. Consider it a token of apology.”

He looked at her, his gaze sincere as he offered her the pill.

Despite her earlier wariness towards Mu Zhi’an, seeing his kindness, her impression of him improved.

However, she still refused. “That’s thoughtful of you, young friend Mu, but if it weren’t for your mercy, Ye Yu wouldn’t have survived. I can’t accept your pill. Keep it for yourself.”

Mu Zhi’an shook his head gently, his face still pale, but he smiled warmly. “You’ve given me the Heaven-Asking Lock, Senior. A single pill is nothing.”

The Heaven-Asking Lock’s value wasn’t simply because it was a first-grade Artifact Spirit.

There were many ways he could have defeated Ye Yu, but he had chosen the most aggressive method, using the unrefined Heaven-Asking Lock.

Partly because he didn’t want to waste time, and partly… because it was a gift from her.

Seeing that she finally accepted the pill, a bright smile appeared on Mu Zhi’an’s face.

Time passed silently, and night fell.

As Mu Zhi’an was refining the pill Luo Tan had given him, in another courtyard, Ye Yu was just waking up.

He slowly opened his eyes, the familiar surroundings reminding him of what had happened.

He had lost…

He had been utterly defeated by Mu Zhi’an, who had even shown mercy in the end.

It wasn’t kindness, but indifference. Mu Zhi’an hadn’t even considered him a true opponent.

Remembering the humiliation, Ye Yu’s face darkened, his body trembling slightly.

“Master, you said I was the Child of Destiny! Why couldn’t I even defeat him?!” he roared inwardly, his eyes burning with rage.

He couldn’t accept his defeat.

He had been confident he could crush Mu Zhi’an when they fought in Tianxuan City.

But now… Mu Zhi’an had become an insurmountable obstacle.

Remembering Mu Zhi’an’s condescending demeanor, he felt a surge of anger and frustration.

“You are indeed blessed with great luck, but don’t forget, Mu Zhi’an has the backing of a Dao Integration expert, and he also received a blessing from Ling Long,” the old man’s voice echoed in his mind.

“And the difference in your cultivation levels isn’t that great. If it were a fair fight, you might not have lost.”

“A fair fight…”

Ye Yu’s eyes widened slightly as he repeated the words.

Indeed… It hadn’t been a fair fight. Mu Zhi’an had used a first-grade Artifact Spirit.

And that Artifact Spirit… was a gift from his ancestor!

“If it weren’t for that Heaven-Asking Lock, I wouldn’t have lost!”

Remembering Mu Zhi’an’s arrogant demeanor as he wielded the sword, Ye Yu’s anger exploded. He clutched his chest, coughing up blood, his weakened body trembling with rage.

Although he had been suspicious of his ancestor’s true intentions, he had still believed she would side with him. She was a member of the Ye family, after all.

But remembering Mu Zhi’an holding her hand last night, his condescending gaze today, and the Heaven-Asking Lock in his hand…

He had looked down on him like an ant.

Although logic told him otherwise, his defeat today, combined with his ancestor’s interactions with Mu Zhi’an, fueled his jealousy and rage.

A knock came from the door.

“Who is it?” Ye Yu asked coldly.

The door opened, and Ye Qingxin, her beauty breathtaking, stood there.

“Ancestor, is there something you need?”

He hadn’t calmed down yet, his voice cold and filled with resentment.

Ye Qingxin looked at him calmly. “You lost today, but there’s no need to be discouraged. With your talent, you’ll have another chance to defeat him.”

“Thank you for your concern, Ancestor, but although I lost to Mu Zhi’an, I actually lost to… your Heaven-Asking Lock,” Ye Yu said, his voice filled with suppressed rage.

He didn’t notice that his words had stunned Ye Qingxin.

What did he mean?

He wasn’t even acknowledging his defeat, but blaming her instead?

She had tried to help him, and after Mu Zhi’an passed the trial, she couldn’t just go back on her word and refuse to give him the Artifact Spirit, could she?

Besides, Mu Zhi’an clearly had other hidden trump cards. Even without the Heaven-Asking Lock, with Ye Yu’s current mentality, he couldn’t have won.

Hmph.

Although her emotions rarely fluctuated, Ye Qingxin couldn’t help but feel a pang of anger towards her descendant.

No, it wasn’t just anger, but disappointment.

She walked into the room, her red and black dress accentuating her beauty, her figure alluring and seductive.

Her eyes, like rubies, were cold and filled with disappointment.

However, she still took out a small jade bottle from her sleeve and placed it on the table. “This is a Qi Nurturing Pill. You’ll recover within a week.”

“From now on, take care of yourself.”

Her voice was devoid of emotion as she looked at Ye Yu.

Then, she turned and left, her fiery red figure disappearing.

She didn’t give him the pill Mu Zhi’an had given her.

With his current attitude, he didn’t deserve it.

Ye Qingxin felt a deep sense of disappointment, even questioning why she had descended to the Nine Realms in the first place.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhi’an awoke from his pill refinement and saw a fiery red figure in his room.

Ye Qingxin’s usual calm demeanor was gone, her face cold and frosty. It was clear she was in a foul mood.

It must be because of something Ye Yu said.

Having just been defeated, and blaming his loss on the Heaven-Asking Lock, it was only natural for him to direct his anger at his ancestor.

Ye Yu’s jealousy was predictable.

Since he’s not going to enjoy this beauty’s thighs, I’ll do it for him…

“You’re back, Senior? You seem upset,” Mu Zhi’an said, his voice filled with concern.

Ye Qingxin collected her thoughts. “Have you finished refining the pill?”

Mu Zhi’an nodded slightly and smiled. “Thanks to you, Senior, I’ve finished refining the pill Empress Luo Tan gave me.”

He paused, then asked, “Are you alright, Senior? Did you… have a conflict with Ye Yu?”

Ye Qingxin shook her head. “Let’s not talk about him. Your injuries are more important.”

Mu Zhi’an frowned. “You risked offending another Dao Integration expert for your descendant, Senior. If I had such a caring and beautiful ancestor, I would cherish her.”

“Yet he doesn’t appreciate it and even hurt your feelings?”

“Let’s not talk about him, young friend Mu. Let him cultivate on his own,” Ye Qingxin said, her voice filled with sadness.

However, her earlier disappointment towards Ye Yu faded, replaced by a warmth in her heart.

Someone appreciated her efforts. Not everyone was like Ye Yu…

If only he were a descendant of the Ye family…

After all, Mu Zhi’an understood her.

And he also possessed the Innate Celestial Furnace, a constitution with unlimited potential.

“You’ve done so much for him, Senior. He’s truly ungrateful,” Mu Zhi’an sighed softly.

Then, as if remembering something, he continued, “By the way, Lingxuan and Qian’er have been having some trouble with their cultivation recently. If you have time, Senior, you could visit Dexin Courtyard. Sister Siyu is also there.”

Ye Qingxin didn’t refuse, her eyes downcast, as if in thought.

Mu Zhi’an waited patiently for her response, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face.

Finally, after a long silence, she said softly, “Alright.”

A bright smile appeared on Mu Zhi’an’s face.

“I’m practically a member of the Ye family now. Can I also ask for your guidance in the future, Senior?”

He knew she wouldn’t refuse him now.

However, Ye Qingxin looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.

Then, she leaned closer, her hands on the bed, her soft voice whispering in his ear, a hint of seduction in her tone.

“I’m afraid you want to ask me about more than just cultivation, don’t you?”