Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 331: The Obedient and Well-Behaved Mu Zhi’an p2

Ye Yu’s face was contorted with rage.

He had intended to provoke Mu Zhi’an, but he had been the one provoked instead.

He hadn’t expected Mu Zhi’an to use the same tactic against him.

And it was incredibly effective.

After all, his feelings for his ancestor weren’t simply respect, but something… more.

Hearing Mu Zhi’an’s words, combined with his past grievances, made his anger explode.

“Die—!”

Red runes, like a halo, flickered beneath Ye Yu’s feet, forming a massive formation.

A second-grade formation, the Blazing Flame Formation!

The cultivators were shocked. They hadn’t expected Ye Yu to be a formation master as well as an alchemist!

A wave of scorching flames, accompanied by a surge of Spiritual Energy, rushed towards Mu Zhi’an.

Ye Yu had snapped.

Thinking of Bai Ruoxi and the others, and the fact that everything he should have possessed—the beauties, the cultivation techniques, the treasures—was now Mu Zhi’an’s, he had unleashed his newly learned second-grade formation.

Unfortunately for him, it was all within Mu Zhi’an’s calculations.

“How boring.”

Mu Zhi’an’s dismissive words stunned Ye Yu.

He was surrounded by the Blazing Flame Formation, yet he seemed completely unfazed?

Then, Mu Zhi’an’s eyes snapped open, and a surge of Spiritual Energy, black and gold, erupted from him, expanding outwards.

It was also a second-grade formation, the Hundred Birds Formation Yan Ruyu had given him!

Phoenix cries echoed through the Celestial Realm as black and gold birds, wreathed in black flames, danced in the sky, the ground trembling beneath them.

The Hundred Birds Formation was originally golden, but it was now tinged with the mysterious black flames of the Heavenly Phoenix Manual.

On the Ascension Stage, Ye Qingxin’s eyes flickered as she looked up at the mirror, staring at the black flames, a strange sense of familiarity washing over her.

Yao Meng, however, narrowed her eyes, instantly recognizing the flames’ origin.

—The Heavenly Phoenix Manual.

Strange black runes flickered behind Mu Zhi’an, their aura so powerful that even cultivators at the same level felt a chill run down their spine.

Although both were second-grade formations, Mu Zhi’an’s was clearly superior.

Boom!

The birds in the sky wove a net of black and gold threads, binding the Blazing Flame Formation.

The threads tightened, and the formation shattered, scattering sparks.

A cold glint flickered in Ye Yu’s eyes as runes appeared on his palms.

Another second-grade technique!

However, Mu Zhi’an simply sighed, seemingly losing interest.

He took a step forward, and the space around him vibrated violently. A dark gold blade silently appeared behind him.

The Heaven-Asking Lock!

His Spiritual Energy surged into the sword, and the world turned gray.

Time stopped.

Mu Zhi’an raised his hand, and the Heaven-Asking Lock transformed into a blade of pure energy, radiating an immense pressure, and shot towards Ye Yu.

Two seconds later, time resumed its flow.

There were many ways to defeat Ye Yu, but Mu Zhi’an had chosen the most direct and brutal method.

Even the elders on the Ascension Stage paled, their hearts filled with shock.

“Even a cultivator at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul Realm wouldn’t be able to withstand that attack,” Ning Yuan, the Drunken Dream Peak Master, murmured, his expression grim.

By the time Ye Yu looked up, the Heaven-Asking Lock was already before him.

If he were an ordinary cultivator, he would be filled with despair.

Boom!

The attack struck him squarely, and he coughed up blood, his face pale.

However, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Faint black flames flickered behind him.

Then, his wounds began to heal at an astonishing speed, his body regenerating.

And his depleted Spiritual Energy was instantly replenished!

Luo Tan, watching the scene with interest, chuckled. “Heavenly Dao Energy?”

Although invisible to ordinary eyes, she could sense it within the red runes flickering behind Ye Yu.

The Heavenly Dao Energy had granted him the ability to reset his own time.

However, this put Mu Zhi’an at a disadvantage…

Having used the Heaven-Asking Lock, with his current Spiritual Energy, could he continue fighting?

Luo Tan’s gaze was fixed on the mirror, and seeing Mu Zhi’an’s calm and composed expression, her usual playful smile was replaced by a thoughtful glint.

Was he bluffing, or… had he anticipated this and still used the Heaven-Asking Lock?

Crack.

Ye Yu stretched his arms, as if showing off his power.

Mu Zhi’an observed him with interest.

The Heavenly Phoenix Manual?

No, it’s different. It’s not regeneration, but a complete reset.

As if reading his thoughts, Ye Yu sneered. “I know you’re proud of that Heaven-Asking Lock your ancestor gave you, but after that attack, do you still have the strength to fight?”

“If you weren’t so arrogant, I might not have been able to win,” he added.

“So you can only use that ability once?” Mu Zhi’an chuckled, understanding his implication.

Although he appeared weak, his smile was filled with confidence.

And this confidence made Ye Yu uneasy.

“Stop bluffing!”

Ye Yu snorted, and a third-grade flying sword appeared behind him, splitting into nine blades, their sharp edges glinting as they shot towards Mu Zhi’an.

“Ignorance is bliss,” Mu Zhi’an said calmly.

He snapped his fingers.

And in that instant, his seemingly depleted Vessel… ignited!

A phoenix, wreathed in flames, seemed to rise behind him, and his Spiritual Energy was instantly replenished.

Ye Yu’s eyes widened in shock.

The same regeneration ability as me?!

The Heaven-Asking Lock hummed, its blade vibrating as it absorbed Mu Zhi’an’s Spiritual Energy.

Ye Yu’s eyes flickered with fear. “Master!” he cried out.

However, just as the old man within him was about to take control, Mu Zhi’an said calmly, “Think carefully before you act.”

He looked into Ye Yu’s eyes, his gaze seeming to penetrate his body, reaching the old man’s consciousness.

Ye Yu saw Mu Zhi’an’s figure reflected in his eyes, and behind him, a faint image of a slender figure in a black robe appeared.

The Primordial Witch.

The Heaven-Asking Lock’s terrifying pressure filled the air again, and without the Heavenly Dao Energy’s protection, Ye Yu’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Thud!

He fell to his knees, unable to move.

This time, no matter how much he called out to the old man within him, there was no response.

Why is he so strong?! I’m the Child of Destiny!

Ye Yu roared inwardly, struggling to raise his head, looking at Mu Zhi’an, who seemed like a god looking down upon an ant, his eyes filled with resentment and rage.

“Since when did you think you could defeat me?”

Mu Zhi’an hovered in the air, his expression cold and indifferent, looking down at Ye Yu.

He chuckled inwardly.

Countless gazes were fixed on him, filled with shock and awe. Many female cultivators’ eyes sparkled with admiration. He seemed like a young god-king, his aura powerful and captivating.

Ye Qingxin’s hand tightened around her teacup. She was ready to intervene and save Ye Yu.

Finally, Mu Zhi’an, unable to control the Heaven-Asking Lock any longer, unleashed its power!

A terrifying sword light flashed, but then, he raised his other hand, his Spiritual Energy controlling the blade’s trajectory.

Under their stunned gazes, he gritted his teeth, struggling to redirect the attack, sparing Ye Yu’s life.

The Heavenly Dao’s blessing upon Ye Yu had weakened considerably, but it hadn’t completely vanished. Killing him now would still trigger a backlash.

Besides, a living enemy was sometimes more useful than a dead one.

Ye Yu was still… valuable.

Thud!

Ye Yu’s body collapsed on the ground and was teleported out of the Celestial Realm. Mu Zhi’an also coughed up blood, clutching his chest as he stumbled out.

Silence fell over the crowd, their gazes fixed on him in shock.

This Mu Zhi’an, a mere fourth-grade Core Formation cultivator, obsessed with breasts… This battle had shown them his true strength. They had underestimated him.

The elder on the stage announced, “Mu Zhi’an wins!”

Cheers and gasps echoed through the air.

A figure, radiating a sweet fragrance, silently appeared beside Mu Zhi’an, her hand on his shoulder, channeling her Spiritual Energy into him.

“Thank you,” Mu Zhi’an said, turning to Yao Meng with a weak smile.

“You didn’t have to spare him,” Yao Meng said, frowning slightly.

If he hadn’t held back, Ye Yu would have been severely injured, perhaps even crippled.

And by controlling the Heaven-Asking Lock’s power, he had injured himself.

Mu Zhi’an smiled weakly. “We’re all fellow disciples. There’s no need to be so ruthless.”

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice echoed in his ears, “You won’t recover in time for tomorrow’s matches, young friend Mu…”

Ye Qingxin had descended from the Ascension Stage, her red eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Mu Zhi’an coughed lightly and forced a smile, replying through voice transmission, “I didn’t want to make things difficult for you, Senior. You’ve been kind to me, and we’re… partners. If I had seriously injured, or even accidentally killed, Ye Yu, you would have been conflicted, wouldn’t you?”

Ye Qingxin’s eyes flickered, and she looked at him with a hint of guilt.

She had guessed that he had held back because of her, but hearing his words still made her feel ashamed.

She walked towards him, seemingly forgetting his earlier… actions towards her in his fantasy.

“Is there something you need, fellow Daoist?” Yao Meng asked, her voice gentle, but her green eyes were cold.

“Let me take him. I’ll heal his injuries,” Ye Qingxin said.

She seemed to sense Yao Meng’s coldness and continued, “I know you have a grudge against me, Jade Empress, but I can guarantee he’ll fully recover within two days.”

“Two days?”

Yao Meng’s voice was soft. “With his current injuries, even with medicinal pills, it would take at least half a month for him to fully recover. Does the Ye family have some special method?”

Ye Qingxin raised her hand, and a small jade bottle appeared.

“This is the Heavenly Court’s Primordial Creation Pill. Only my secret technique can fully unlock its potential and heal his injuries. I believe you know whether I’m telling the truth, Jade Empress.”

Yao Meng narrowed her eyes and glanced at Mu Zhi’an subtly.

She knew the pill’s value, but she hadn’t expected Ye Qingxin to use it to heal Mu Zhi’an’s injuries.

Seeing that Yao Meng didn’t respond, Ye Qingxin looked at Mu Zhi’an.

“If you don’t mind, young friend Mu, come with me.”

Her voice was much gentler now, her eyes filled with admiration and a hint of guilt.

Mu Zhi’an hesitated, glancing at Yao Meng as if asking for permission, his eyes saying: I’ll do whatever you say, my love.

Seeing Yao Meng nod slightly, he hesitated for a moment, then said, “Then… thank you, Senior.”

Chapter 331: The Obedient and Well-Behaved Mu Zhi’an p1

For cultivators, the only way to expand their Vessel was to increase their cultivation level. No one could forcefully expand it.

However, the Dao Heart Pill could change the size of one’s Vessel… Although it sounded amazing, very few people could actually benefit from it.

Except for those with a certain constitution.

The Innate Celestial Furnace.

Although this constitution was incredibly rare, Yao Meng happened to know someone who possessed it…

A faint smile played on her lips as a look of anticipation flickered in her eyes.

She was already looking forward to seeing the Primordial Witch’s reaction when she entered Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace.

The next day, Southern Bank.

Dark clouds drifted across the sky, but they couldn’t diminish the Two Polarities Sect’s sacred aura.

Many elders and peak masters had gathered before the Ascension Stage.

However, the three seats in the center remained empty.

The Jade Empress’s declaration yesterday had spread throughout the sect.

And Mu Zhi’an had a match early this morning. The elders and representatives from the various Holy Lands and sects knew this.

They expected the Jade Empress to be present.

The other two seats were reserved for Luo Tan, the Empress of Yu State, and Ye Qingxin, the visitor from the Heavenly Court.

As expected, shortly after the elder presiding over the matches arrived, a slender figure in a green dress appeared on the Ascension Stage.

“The Jade Empress!”

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice, recognizing her.

Her ethereal beauty, even without any deliberate display, instantly drew everyone’s attention.

“You’re here early today, Jade Empress. It seems you’re quite concerned about your Dao Companion’s match,” a melodious voice suddenly said.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the speaker.

It was a woman in a black and red dress, like a witch emerging from flames, her seductive red eyes sparkling like rubies, her aura radiating authority.

Ye Qingxin!

Seeing the two of them, the cultivators on and off the stage felt a sense of unease.

There was a deep grudge between Ye Yu and Mu Zhi’an, and Ye Qingxin, as a Ye family ancestor, had tried to help her descendant yesterday, even offering a first-grade Artifact Spirit to Mu Zhi’an… If these two Dao Integration experts clashed, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, Yao Meng, as if forgetting yesterday’s events, simply chuckled. “I’m not particularly concerned. I just happened to be passing by,” she said calmly, her tone as casual as if she were chatting with an old friend.

She looked towards Mu Zhi’an, who had just arrived.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, Mu Zhi’an looked at her and smiled politely, then nodded respectfully towards Ye Qingxin.

If they didn’t know his true nature, they would think he was a well-behaved young man… Ye Qingxin glanced at him coldly, then looked away.

Why does she seem so displeased with me? Shouldn’t the Ye Yu incident have pushed her to my side…? Mu Zhi’an wondered.

Bai Ruoxi glanced at the seemingly holy and benevolent fairy, then turned to Mu Zhi’an and said softly, “Let’s go sit down and wait, Mu Lang. It seems the matches will be determined randomly today.”

There were twenty participants today, and after today’s matches, only ten would remain.

Although there hadn’t been a draw yesterday, the elder had used a special technique to randomly select opponents.

They would be using a similar method today.

Mu Zhi’an followed Bai Ruoxi to a nearby pavilion and sat down. A few other cultivators were already there, while others were gathered in another pavilion not far away.

Ye Qingxin looked at them, then, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes, she asked, “Before choosing young friend Mu as your Dao Companion, did you know he already had one, Jade Empress?”

Her voice, amplified by a special technique, reached only Yao Meng’s ears.

If voice transmission was like a private message, then Ye Qingxin had created a ‘group chat’.

Yao Meng smiled faintly as she looked at Mu Zhi’an and Bai Ruoxi, who had just taken his arm after noticing her gaze. Her green eyes twinkled with amusement.

“Of course, I knew.”

Her voice was soft and gentle. “He’s an exceptional man. If he didn’t have a few Dao Companions, I would be disappointed.”

To outsiders, it sounded like she was saying, ‘An exceptional man naturally attracts many women’. However, if Bai Ruoxi and the others heard this, they would understand its true meaning.

How can I cuckold others if he doesn’t have any Dao Companions… That was the implication.

Then, she continued casually, “Although he’s only been cultivating for less than a decade, he’s much more mature than most of those self-proclaimed geniuses.”

She looked at Ye Qingxin with a smile.

Her words struck a nerve.

The ‘self-proclaimed geniuses’ included her descendant, Ye Yu.

Remembering Ye Yu’s outburst last night, and comparing him to Mu Zhi’an, Ye Qingxin couldn’t help but frown slightly.

At that moment, she saw a young man in a black robe approaching the Ascension Stage.

“Look, Ye Yu is here…”

“I heard he had a conflict with Mu Zhi’an in Tianxuan City. And yesterday, the Ye family ancestor even tried to arrange a duel between them, but something happened.”

“Ye Yu’s cultivation was crippled in the past, yet he managed to recover. It will be interesting if he encounters Mu Zhi’an this time…”

Many cultivators looked over, whispering amongst themselves.

The focus of their discussion was Ye Yu.

Some believed that his talent was exceptional, and having overcome adversity, his strength shouldn’t be underestimated.

Hearing their praise for her descendant, Ye Qingxin would normally be pleased.

However, her expression remained unchanged.

Ye Yu also heard their whispers, but his demeanor was calm and composed.

For him, this was only natural. After all, he was blessed with great luck and possessed extraordinary talent.

He looked up at Ye Qingxin and transmitted his voice, “I apologize for my disrespect last night, Ancestor. I was influenced by Mu Zhi’an’s schemes…”

After discussing with his master last night, he had calmed down and realized how foolish he had been.

How could Ye Qingxin side with Mu Zhi’an…?

However, he couldn’t help his feelings for her.

Although she was his ancestor, he had secretly considered her… his, someone no one else could touch. Seeing Mu Zhi’an’s bold actions last night had made him lose control.

But now that he had calmed down, he realized his ancestor had acted for the sake of the Ye family. With her status, she wouldn’t lie.

“It’s fine. Focus on your matches,” Ye Qingxin replied through voice transmission.

Hearing her response, Ye Yu finally relaxed.

However, he didn’t realize that last night’s incident had created a rift between them, a rift that couldn’t be easily repaired…

Just like his fading luck, it couldn’t be easily recovered.

Because that luck was now being devoured by Mu Zhi’an.

He was in a great mood.

His luck stat was almost at 90.

Once it reached 90, he would officially become a person of great fortune, the golden luck providing him with various benefits…

And it was all thanks to Ye Yu, the Child of Destiny… Mu Zhi’an thought, a faint smile curving his lips.

At that moment, he felt Ye Yu’s gaze upon him.

Then, Ye Yu’s voice echoed in his mind, “You better pray we don’t meet in today’s matches, Mu Zhi’an.”

If they met, he would show his ancestor his true talent and prove how wrong she was about him!

Mu Zhi’an ignored his threat and turned to Bai Ruoxi, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers caressing her smooth cheek.

“What are you doing?” Bai Ruoxi glared at him playfully, her voice filled with a shy warmth.

“There’s a… thread on your face from last night,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a smile.

Even now, seeing this scene made Ye Yu’s blood boil.

This beauty from Tianxuan City was supposed to be his fiancée. He should be the one by her side!

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with hatred.

Mu Zhi’an, sensing the Jade Empress’s presence, decided not to push his luck, although she was currently chatting with Luo Tan, who had just arrived. He didn’t want to provoke her.

As for Ye Yu’s provocation?

Who would care about a loser’s empty threats?

There were many ways to defeat him. A direct confrontation was the least elegant method.

Soon, Ye Lingxuan, Ye Qian, and the others arrived at the Ascension Stage, and an elder stood up, holding a golden orb.

“This is the Spirit Calculating Orb. All participants in the Ascension Ceremony should have a temporary sect token,” he announced, his voice amplified by Spiritual Energy, reaching everyone nearby.

“I’ll infuse my Spiritual Energy into it.”

“Then, the name of your opponent will appear on the back of your token.”

“Today’s matches will determine the top ten.”

The cultivators took out their tokens.

The elder infused his Spiritual Energy into the orb, and it glowed faintly, emitting a white light. Names began to appear on the blank backs of the tokens.

Mu Zhi’an also looked at his token.

Then, his eyes twinkled with amusement.

…Ye Yu.

At the same time, Ye Yu looked up abruptly, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Finally… You can’t run away this time!

Surrender?

If he surrendered in front of everyone, especially Ruoxi and the Jade Empress, he would never be able to hold his head up high again!

Ye Yu gripped his token, feeling a surge of power within him. He was almost at the fourth-grade Core Formation Realm, and with his trump cards, and the old man’s power, what chance did Mu Zhi’an have against him?!

Rumble!

The ground trembled slightly as several platforms rose from the ground.

And in the center of each platform was a circular gate, slowly rotating.

Celestial Realms!

Entering the platform would transport them to the arena, and then, everyone could watch their matches through the mirrors.

As the participants flew towards their designated platforms, ten ice mirrors appeared on the Ascension Stage.

“Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu are facing each other!”

Someone saw their figures within one of the mirrors, their eyes lighting up with excitement.

Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu, finally facing each other!

This was a match everyone was looking forward to.

One had the backing of a Ye family ancestor, the other was the Jade Empress’s Dao Companion. This would be interesting.

Within the Celestial Realm, red runes flickered faintly behind Ye Yu as he looked up at Mu Zhi’an, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity.

“Mu Zhi’an! Today, I’ll repay you a hundredfold for stealing my Heavenly Dao Energy and deceiving my sisters!”

On the Ascension Stage, the peak masters’ eyes flickered with surprise.

Although they had been optimistic about Ye Yu’s potential, having witnessed him defeat a Holy Land’s prodigy despite being three grades lower, they hadn’t expected him to be hiding his true strength until now.

“Those runes behind him are incredible. I’ve only sensed such power from first-grade techniques.”

“Although he’s at the third-grade Core Formation Realm, even an eighth-grade cultivator wouldn’t be able to defeat him easily… If it weren’t for his past injuries, he would be at a much higher level now.”

“Mu Zhi’an has met his match.”

These cultivators from the Primordial Clans and Holy Lands were perceptive. They could sense the immense power radiating from Ye Yu.

If Mu Zhi’an lost in this situation, although the Jade Empress had said she didn’t care about his cultivation level, it would still be a blow to his pride.

Of course, they didn’t know that he didn’t mind being a kept man.

As for his match with Ye Yu…

If this were back in Tianxuan City, he might not be able to win.

But now…

Mu Zhi’an calmly observed Ye Yu, his eyes seemingly unfazed by the flickering black runes and the surging Spiritual Energy around him.

His casual demeanor infuriated Ye Yu.

“Have you considered the consequences of losing, Mu Zhi’an?”

He tried to use words to pressure him.

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then chuckled. “If I lose… I’ll just ask Ruoxi or the Jade Empress to comfort me.”

“Actually, Lingxuan and Qian’er are also good choices… And your ancestor is also a great beauty. Hmm…”

His words, transmitted directly into Ye Yu’s mind, made his face darken with each name mentioned.

“You despicable scoundrel! Not only did you deceive Ruoxi and manipulate my sisters, but you’re even targeting my ancestor?! Do you really think she’ll fall for your tricks?!”

Chapter 330: “Yandere” Ruoxi Speaks!

Mu Zhi’an, Bai Ruoxi’s soft body in his arms, was lost in thought.

Countless questions filled his mind.

Shouldn’t Gong Lianyue only awaken after Ruoxi reaches the Nascent Soul Realm?!

Ruoxi hasn’t even reached the Nascent Soul Realm yet. She’s only at the peak of Core Formation. Why has Gong Lianyue awakened so soon…?

He looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, her alluring figure clad in a black and white dress, her arms wrapped around his waist, her delicate face tilted upwards, her eyes moist and sparkling.

And from her face, down her slender neck, he could see the enticing swell of her breasts, straining against the fabric of her dress.

Her ample bosom was a sight he had always longed for, and normally, he would be all over her.

However, he felt a sense of unease.

This woman… wasn’t Bai Ruoxi, but Gong Lianyue?!

“Mu Lang, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Bai Ruoxi looked up at him, her eyes moist and gentle, but her usually innocent face now held a hint of allure, her lips rosy and full.

She wasn’t fully Gong Lianyue yet. Having glimpsed the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm and spurred by the Jade Empress’s actions, Gong Lianyue’s personality was influencing her.

However, it was only a temporary influence.

Of course, even so, it was more than enough to make Mu Zhi’an nervous…

He quickly sensed the change in her Spiritual Energy with his pseudo-Innate Spiritual Body.

Looking down at her, he relaxed slightly.

It wasn’t Gong Lianyue’s Spiritual Energy, but Ruoxi’s… although it was mixed with a trace of Gong Lianyue’s.

It seemed that being close to the Nascent Soul Realm had made her, the ‘scabbard’, more susceptible to the ‘sword’s’ influence.

Mu Zhi’an calmed himself down, his expression remaining calm, unlike the panic Bai Ruoxi had expected. He simply sighed softly.

“Why are you sighing, Mu Lang?” she asked, puzzled.

Her usual gentle demeanor was now tinged with a seductive allure, a strand of hair framing her delicate face, giving her a languid air. Her eyes sparkled, and her lips were pursed slightly, clearly annoyed by the Jade Empress’s earlier actions.

However, what truly captivated Mu Zhi’an was her black and white dress, the fabric clinging to her fair skin, her beauty breathtaking.

He looked at her and sighed again. “Ruoxi, you can scold me or punish me, but the Jade Empress has helped me in the past, and not just by saving my life.”

“If I had openly rejected her today, what do you think she would have done?”

Besides, no one could refuse the Jade Empress’s confession in that situation.

“You and the Jade Empress are Dao Companions. Then what am I?” Bai Ruoxi asked, her eyes filled with tears, her expression vulnerable.

However, a silver light flickered in her sleeve.

The Heart-Binding Lock!

Its gentle clinking echoed through the silent room, but Mu Zhi’an ignored it. He leaned down and, under Bai Ruoxi’s surprised gaze, gently kissed her cheek.

She was wearing light makeup. Even without it, she was already a great beauty, but the makeup enhanced her allure, making her even more captivating.

He felt the cold metal of the Heart-Binding Lock against his wrists, but he ignored it, his kisses trailing down her cheek to her soft lips.

After savoring her lips, which were slightly stained with lipstick, Mu Zhi’an pulled away and looked down at her, his voice tender. “What do you think our relationship is?”

His sudden question stunned Bai Ruoxi, snapping her out of her dark thoughts. She stared at him, her eyes hazy with confusion.

Mu Zhi’an sighed softly. “I care about both you and the Jade Empress. I can’t choose.”

“If you must make me choose, I’d rather be punished by you than betray your feelings.”

“Aren’t you angry, Mu Lang?” Bai Ruoxi asked, looking down at the Heart-Binding Lock now binding his wrists.

She had expected him to be shocked or even angry, perhaps even trying to appease her with sweet words, but his reaction was completely different.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head gently, his voice soft. “If this makes you happy, I’m willing to do anything.”

His sincerity and his tender gaze softened Bai Ruoxi’s heart.

Her earlier anger and resentment seemed to melt away.

He gently pushed her towards the bed and, glancing at the Heart-Binding Lock, said softly, “Remove it, Ruoxi.”

However, Bai Ruoxi shook her head. “No~”

She tugged at the chain, pulling his face closer to hers, then pressed her body against his, letting him feel the warmth of her embrace.

Ruoxi’s reaction is different from what I expected. Shouldn’t she be… more passionate…?

Of course, Mu Zhi’an didn’t mind. After all, his purpose for coming here tonight was to transfer the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy to her Vessel, and for that, he needed to… exert himself.

Bai Ruoxi placed a hand on the back of his head, her gaze soft and gentle as she looked at him. “When did you and the Jade Empress become Dao Companions, Mu Lang?” she asked softly.

“It’s a long night. Let’s not talk about that, Ruoxi.”

“I’d rather spend this night with you,” Mu Zhi’an said, trying to appease her.

Bai Ruoxi frowned slightly, clearly displeased.

However, as she was about to speak, she suddenly gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes downcast.

Her annoyance gradually faded, replaced by a growing excitement, and she narrowed her eyes, her hand gently stroking the back of his head, as if smoothing his hair.

…

Late at night.

The Heavenly Dao Energy, radiating a milky white light, hovered above them, providing them with ample Spiritual Energy.

Mu Zhi’an’s devotion had soothed Bai Ruoxi, and she had returned to her usual gentle self, her earlier darkness dispelled.

“This isn’t good. Ruoxi is already like this before even reaching the Nascent Soul Realm. If she truly reaches that level, and Gong Lianyue’s consciousness awakens, and she finds out about the Jade Empress… she’ll probably eat me alive…”

Mu Zhi’an rubbed his back, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Bai Ruoxi, who was dressed in a thin white robe, her alluring figure barely concealed by the loose fabric. He sighed inwardly.

I need to increase my strength quickly. I don’t need to be able to suppress Dao Integration experts, but I need to be able to protect myself, not just for my own sake, but also to suppress Ye Yu’s luck in the Ascension Ceremony.

He looked at his luck stat, formulating a plan.

Based on his assessment, Ye Yu’s luck had already weakened considerably. The only obstacles now were the Ye family ancestor and the old man within his body.

But Ye Qingxin has a good impression of me, although she’s still a bit wary… I was so careful tonight. I acted like a perfect gentleman…

He couldn’t understand Ye Qingxin’s behavior.

Logically, her good impression of him should have increased significantly, but she still seemed suspicious.

However, it didn’t matter. He had already established a connection with her through the Heavenly Court matter. As long as she stayed in the sect, he would have plenty of opportunities to interact with her…

Mu Zhi’an shook his head, dispelling his thoughts.

He left the room, went to his study, took out a paper crane, and wrote a letter to Lan Mulian, explaining tonight’s events.

This explanation might not appease her, but it would at least show his sincerity.

They saw it themselves. I didn’t initiate anything. It was Yao Meng… He folded the crane and tossed it out the window.

Then, he returned to Bai Ruoxi’s room, closed the door, and took out a jade-white pill from his storage ring.

Its potent medicinal fragrance and faint white glow even overshadowed the Heavenly Dao Energy hovering in the air, its gentle light calming and soothing.

It was the ninth-grade Ascension Pill!

“Ye Qingxin is truly wealthy. This pill is probably one of a kind in the Nine Realms. She’s truly devoted to her clan…” Mu Zhi’an sighed inwardly.

Then, he swallowed the pill.

His Innate Celestial Furnace stirred restlessly, but he had anticipated this and quickly consumed three sixth-grade pills, channeling their energy into his Furnace.

Just make do with these, don’t try to absorb my Ascension Pill. My future happiness depends on it…

The restless Furnace gradually calmed down.

Three sixth-grade pills actually worked…?

Even Mu Zhi’an was surprised. He had been prepared to give up the Ascension Pill and transfer it to one of the other girls, but his Innate Celestial Furnace had actually quieted down.

As his Spiritual Sense scanned his Furnace, he saw the Primordial Witch’s consciousness, a silver-haired beauty, curled up and sleeping peacefully.

After absorbing the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy, she had fallen into a deep slumber, seemingly using the energy to heal her damaged consciousness.

However, with the Primordial Witch inside, his Innate Celestial Furnace seemed much more… docile, less greedy than before.

Mu Zhi’an dismissed these thoughts and focused on refining the Ascension Pill.

Gradually, the previously incomprehensible Heavenly Phoenix Manual began to reveal its secrets…

He felt as if he were immersed in a sea of lava.

And from its depths, a phoenix, wreathed in black flames, soared into the sky, its cry echoing through the air.

The sky seemed to be ablaze with black flames, Spiritual Energy filling the space.

Then, a hazy understanding, a feeling of enlightenment, washed over him.

Mu Zhi’an raised his finger, and a black flame flickered on its tip.

His consciousness returned to reality, and he slowly opened his eyes, trying to circulate the Heavenly Phoenix Manual’s energy.

A strange black rune flickered behind him.

And his Spiritual Energy, which had been depleted by Bai Ruoxi, was instantly replenished.

“This is good stuff…” Mu Zhi’an murmured, looking at his hands in amazement.

With the Heavenly Phoenix Manual, he essentially had two lives… Even if his Spiritual Energy was depleted, he wouldn’t die. And as he mastered the technique, the number of ‘rebirths’ he could undergo would increase.

Bai Ruoxi, sensing the surge of Spiritual Energy from him, opened her eyes and asked in surprise, “Your Spiritual Energy has recovered so quickly, Mu Lang…?”

He had been so weak earlier…

Mu Zhi’an looked at Bai Ruoxi, her delicate and vulnerable appearance, and remembered how she had ‘bullied’ him earlier. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. He would have his revenge for being tied up with the Heart-Binding Lock.

“My Spiritual Energy recovered just by thinking about… serving you later, Ruoxi,” he teased, his voice gentle as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

Bai Ruoxi’s body trembled slightly, her eyes downcast, her heart filled with affection.

Although she knew she should punish him, his touch always made her heart race.

Mu Zhi’an gently pushed her onto the bed and pulled the blanket over them.

He could even ‘suppress’ the Jade Empress. The Sword Palace Master… was no match for him!

…

Southern Bank.

Within a grand hall, filled with the scent of ancient ink and paper.

“The Jade Empress’s declaration today was truly shocking. If I didn’t know you so well, I wouldn’t have believed it,” Luo Tan said, leaning back in her chair, her long legs clad in black stockings, visible between the hem of her white dress and her knee-high boots.

She looked up at the fairy before her.

The Nine Realms were vast, and Luo Tan, the Pill Emperor of Yu State, had never interacted with the Jade Empress before. She hadn’t expected her visit tonight.

Yao Meng smiled faintly. “As I said earlier, matters of the heart aren’t always a choice. I was once devoted solely to cultivation, neglecting my emotions. Finding someone I care about… is a blessing.”

“A blessing for that young Core Formation cultivator, you mean? He’ll be the envy of countless cultivators in the Nine Realms now,” Luo Tan chuckled, her tone playful.

It wasn’t an exaggeration. The Jade Empress, even without her Innate Dao Body, was the dream lover of countless cultivators. However, she was too distant, like a fairy from the moon palace, unattainable, so they only worshipped her from afar.

But her declaration today would break many hearts… Mu Zhi’an’s name would soon be known throughout the Nine Realms.

Of course, it didn’t matter to her. In fact, ever since achieving Dao Integration, the world had become rather boring. A bit of drama was always welcome.

She paused, then continued, “Why have you come to visit me tonight, Fairy Yao Meng?”

“It can’t be just for idle chatter, right?”

Yao Meng smiled sweetly. “I want to make a deal with you. I’m offering a Heavenly Phoenix Fruit.”

Luo Tan’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of deal?”

The Heavenly Phoenix Fruit was an incredibly rare and valuable ingredient for alchemists. The Jade Pool rarely traded it. Naturally, her offer intrigued Luo Tan.

“After the Ascension Ceremony, you’ll be holding an alchemy competition, right? I want you to refine a Dao Heart Pill before then,” Yao Meng said.

“Alright.”

Luo Tan agreed without hesitation, then asked, her brow furrowed slightly, “What do you need it for?”

The Dao Heart Pill was an eighth-grade pill used to expand a cultivator’s Vessel, but its refinement difficulty was comparable to a ninth-grade pill.

Although expanding one’s Vessel sounded good, it only worked for certain types of Vessels. It was useless for most cultivators.

What is she planning?

Luo Tan’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the Jade Empress meaningfully.

The Dao Heart Pill was only useful for special constitutions like the Innate Celestial Furnace. It was useless for most others.

However, Yao Meng simply smiled mysteriously. “I have my uses for it.”

The Primordial Witch was currently occupying the Innate Celestial Furnace, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

But what if the Innate Celestial Furnace evolved?

Chapter 329: Things Are Getting Spicy, Why is Ruoxi Going Dark?

Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Bai Ruoxi sat with her eyes closed, using her Heavenly Dao Energy to refine and absorb Spiritual Energy.

She had almost reached the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm. Although she wasn’t quite there yet, she could attempt a breakthrough.

In the past, although she cultivated diligently, it wasn’t with this level of intensity.

She had believed that as long as her cultivation level increased, she could help Mu Lang.

However, now… although she could help him, she was facing a much bigger problem.

The Jade Empress’s decisive actions today had made even a genius like Bai Ruoxi feel threatened. Against a Dao Integration expert, a Core Formation cultivator was insignificant… And that woman’s aggressive moves… If this continued, she might end up witnessing a… ahem… live NTR scenario.

However, the Jade Empress’s actions had also spurred Bai Ruoxi’s own growth.

She was now attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm. Even if she failed, she would still gain valuable insights.

Her Spiritual Energy surged within her, the Heavenly Dao Energy radiating a milky white light, making her skin glow, accentuating her ample bosom.

Even the slightest breeze seemed to cause ripples across her fair skin…

“Almost there…”

Bai Ruoxi gritted her teeth, her consciousness pushing against the barrier to the Nascent Soul Realm. She was so close.

However, this seemingly small step was proving to be an insurmountable obstacle.

It was as if a thin membrane was blocking her progress…

Should I give up for now…? She felt her consciousness weakening and sighed inwardly.

Suddenly, the image of a fairy in a green dress flashed through her mind.

The Jade Empress, her smile seductive, a captivating blend of innocence and allure.

Then, right before everyone’s eyes, she leaned down and kissed Mu Zhi’an.

Boom!

The seemingly insurmountable barrier shattered, a black and red light erupting as her consciousness broke through, half a step into the Nascent Soul Realm!

Bai Ruoxi slowly opened her eyes.

Her white dress was now partially stained black, and three fox tails faintly flickered behind her.

…

Meanwhile, Mu Zhi’an, oblivious to the brewing storm in his ‘fish pond’, was still enjoying Ye Yu’s misfortune.

The so-called Child of Destiny, blessed by the Heavenly Dao, being treated like this… Even when his cultivation had been crippled and he was mocked by others, Ye Yu hadn’t felt so humiliated.

His heart burned with resentment and shame as he glared at Mu Zhi’an.

However… this was the Two Polarities Sect. Fighting was forbidden, and if the Enforcement Hall found out, the punishment would be severe.

And even if he challenged Mu Zhi’an, he could still refuse… just like before.

But if he did nothing, and his ancestor was truly deceived by Mu Zhi’an…

Remembering Mu Zhi’an’s words and actions towards Ye Qingxin, and the fact that she hadn’t resisted at all, Ye Yu’s heart twisted with rage.

“You’re incredibly talented and blessed with great luck. If you can refine your character, you’ll have a place among the greats,” Ye Qingxin said, her voice gentle as she lectured Ye Yu.

Judging from his behavior today, she didn’t see what heinous crimes Mu Zhi’an had committed.

In fact, Mu Zhi’an’s maturity and composure far surpassed her own descendant’s. And Bai Ruoxi, Ye Lingxuan, and the others were completely devoted to him… This showed that Mu Zhi’an was far superior to Ye Yu.

And Ye Yu’s jealousy stemmed from this.

He wanted everything without putting in any effort. His immaturity was the reason for his resentment towards Mu Zhi’an.

“Indeed, Brother Ye Yu is incredibly lucky and talented. As long as he refines his character, he’ll surely achieve great things,” Mu Zhi’an said, taking over the conversation.

His tone was sincere, as if he was genuinely praising Ye Yu, but he glanced at the tall and alluring Ye Qingxin.

Then, he sighed softly and continued, “If possible, I don’t want to be enemies with Brother Ye Yu. Most of the conflict between us is just a misunderstanding. Ruoxi and I truly love each other… As for Lingxuan and Qian’er, I’ve always seen them as younger sisters.”

“But they also have feelings for me. There’s no real hatred between us,” Mu Zhi’an said gently.

Ye Qingxin’s eyes flickered as she glanced at Ye Yu.

Judging from their behavior today, the conflict between Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu wasn’t that serious. If they could reconcile, it would make things easier for her.

She had to investigate the Heavenly Court’s secrets, which meant interacting with Mu Zhi’an was inevitable.

However, Ye Yu was a descendant of the Ye family. All her peers were gone. As the only surviving ancestor, she had to look after him.

However, as soon as Mu Zhi’an mentioned Bai Ruoxi, Ye Yu’s eyes burned with rage. “Stop pretending, Mu Zhi’an! We’ll settle this in the Ascension Ceremony!” he shouted.

“Ancestor, the grudge between us can never be resolved! If you’re so fond of him, you can go with him! I don’t need your help!”

Ye Yu turned and stormed out of the pavilion, his resentment boiling over.

Not only were his two younger sisters on Mu Zhi’an’s side, but even his ancestor was treating him like this! How could he endure this humiliation?

He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with rage.

Everyone was against him, siding with Mu Zhi’an, even his own ancestor!

If he hadn’t already experienced rock bottom, he would have attacked Mu Zhi’an on the spot.

Ye Qingxin watched him leave, her dress clinging to her alluring figure. “This deal must proceed,” she said calmly. “It concerns the entire Ye family, not just you, but also your sister, Ye Qian, and all your clansmen.”

Her gaze turned cold, her tone distant, no longer the gentle elder.

Finding a way to open the Heavenly Court’s gate would allow the entire Ye family to ascend. This was a matter of great importance.

The Master of the Heavenly Court, although its ruler, wouldn’t refuse anyone who ascended, especially those brought by Dao Integration experts.

After all, a Dao Integration expert joining the Heavenly Court would strengthen its forces.

“It concerns me and the Ye family…?” Ye Yu paused, his anger momentarily forgotten.

So Ancestor is making a deal with Mu Zhi’an for my sake and the Ye family’s…? But why would a Dao Integration expert need something from a Core Formation cultivator?

He wanted to ask Ye Qingxin, but having just stormed off, he couldn’t bring himself to turn back.

He stiffened his resolve and flew away.

Tonight’s events, especially Mu Zhi’an’s actions, had left him frustrated and confused. He needed to calm down.

And he couldn’t bring himself to ask now, after his outburst.

However, as he left, he didn’t realize that he was losing something precious.

…

Mu Zhi’an watched him leave, a faint smile curving his lips. He almost laughed out loud.

However, as a qualified actor, he couldn’t let his amusement show.

Ye Yu had been blessed by the Heavenly Dao since birth. It wasn’t as if everyone was against him.

To gain something, one had to give something in return. In the past, Mu Zhi’an had put in the effort to pursue the women he liked, and he had been rewarded handsomely, enjoying a life of luxury, cultivating with Yao Meng, and obtaining a first-grade cultivation technique…

He was living the good life as a kept man.

And Ye Yu, to improve his cultivation, had abandoned all relationships. Now, he was reaping what he had sown.

Mu Zhi’an felt no sympathy for him.

After all, since Ye Yu had been chosen by the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms, there was no room for compromise between them.

If he didn’t suppress Ye Yu’s luck now, once his cultivation level increased, he would become a threat.

However, although Ye Yu’s EQ was lacking, his luck with women was truly remarkable. First, a beautiful fiancée, then two lovely younger sisters, and now, even his ancestor was breathtakingly beautiful…

Mu Zhi’an sighed inwardly.

And he also had Heavenly Dao Energy… If Mu Zhi’an hadn’t awakened his past life’s memories, and his actions hadn’t driven the once arrogant Ye Yu to the brink of madness, he would truly be a winner in life.

But now…

Your ancestor is beautiful, but she’ll be mine soon…

Mu Zhi’an watched Ye Yu leave and sighed softly. “Brother Ye Yu is a good person. He’s just too impulsive.”

“Most of the conflict between us is just a misunderstanding.”

“I apologize, Senior Ye. You must be in a difficult position. I didn’t expect him to follow you here. I thought the Heavenly Court matter was a secret between us…”

Ye Qingxin didn’t answer, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Then, she shook her head gently. “It’s fine. You’re right, young friend Mu. The Heavenly Court matter is sensitive. It’s best if fewer people know about it.”

Ye Yu’s behavior tonight had disappointed her greatly. She had initially thought he was talented and blessed with great luck, although he lacked composure.

However, his actions had been childish and impulsive.

Talent was meaningless without a strong character. She had seen countless talented and lucky cultivators fail because they lacked the necessary mental fortitude.

On the other hand, this playboy Mu Zhi’an, despite his seemingly frivolous nature, was surprisingly calm and composed, his demeanor pleasant and agreeable.

Didn’t Ye Yu realize that if she was truly on Mu Zhi’an’s side, she wouldn’t have intervened on his behalf in the first place?

“Your Innate Celestial Furnace is different from any I’ve seen before. It seems to have… evolved?” Ye Qingxin suddenly asked, changing the subject.

She had sensed something unusual about his Innate Celestial Furnace.

Although this constitution was rare, she had seen countless unique constitutions in the Nine Realms.

She had even seen a special Innate Celestial Furnace on the Empress of Yu State.

Luo Tan, the Empress of Yu State, possessed both the Innate Celestial Furnace and the Medicine Immortal Body.

However… Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace was even more unique.

Logically, it shouldn’t be able to absorb the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy, not even Luo Tan’s could, but Mu Zhi’an had done it.

This proved his connection to the Heavenly Court.

“I encountered some… opportunities in the past, Senior, and my Innate Celestial Furnace underwent some… mutations,” Mu Zhi’an replied respectfully.

An evolved Innate Celestial Furnace… Ye Qingxin’s lips pursed slightly, her red eyes filled with surprise.

She had never heard of such a thing. No wonder he could absorb the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy.

“You’ve been to the Heavenly Court, haven’t you?” she asked again.

The Spiritual Energy within his Innate Celestial Furnace clearly didn’t come from her palm-sized Heavenly Court. He must have obtained it elsewhere.

She had been observing him during the trial and knew he hadn’t absorbed any energy from her Celestial Realm.

Mu Zhi’an nodded slightly. “You can see through everything, Senior. I have been to the Heavenly Court.”

“During the appearance of the immortal path?” Ye Qingxin asked.

“As you suspected, Senior.”

Hearing his confirmation, Ye Qingxin finally understood.

She wasn’t surprised. His answer was within her expectations.

After all, based on her divination, the next appearance of the immortal path should have been three thousand years later, in the Southern Wilderness. It had appeared three thousand years earlier than predicted.

And the reason… was likely because of Mu Zhi’an.

He was definitely connected to the Heavenly Court’s Master, perhaps even…

“You’ve already ascended to the Heavenly Court, Senior. Why are you so concerned about it?” Mu Zhi’an asked humbly.

Ye Qingxin sighed softly. “I was the only one who ascended. After living for so long, one inevitably develops new goals… For example, opening the Heavenly Court’s gate and allowing my descendants to benefit from it.”

“Even ordinary cultivators who ascend to the Heavenly Court can extend their lifespan by at least a thousand years, let alone those with greater potential. However, there are only two ways to open the Heavenly Court’s gate.”

“One is to meet its requirements. The other…”

She looked at Mu Zhi’an. “…is to obtain the Heavenly Court’s Master’s approval.”

This Ye Qingxin is truly devoted to her descendants. She doesn’t just want to ascend herself, but wants to bring the entire Ye family to the Heavenly Court… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

“I understand, Senior, but although I can change the Heavenly Court’s rules, opening its gate is still beyond my abilities,” he said calmly.

He wasn’t lying. Although he could open the gate with the Primordial Demon Emperor’s ring, only his consciousness could enter.

Ye Qingxin didn’t seem surprised. “It’s indeed difficult with your current cultivation,” she said.

However, he couldn’t do it now, but what about after he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, or even Soul Transformation?

As if reading her thoughts, Mu Zhi’an cupped his fists respectfully. “If I can help you, Senior, I’ll do my best.”

Ye Qingxin was stunned. He had agreed without even asking for anything in return.

Despite what she had seen in his fantasies earlier, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of goodwill towards him.

She observed him for a moment, then took out a small, exquisite jade bottle from her sleeve.

“Since you’ve agreed, young friend Mu, I can’t let you leave empty-handed.”

“This is a ninth-grade pill, the Ascension Pill.”

“After refining it, it will protect your consciousness from mental attacks. And for the first month after consuming it, it will allow you to comprehend the secrets of any cultivation technique.”

A ninth-grade pill?!

As expected of someone from the Heavenly Court… Mu Zhi’an’s eyes lit up, but he maintained his composure and asked, feigning surprise, “You trust me this much, Senior? Aren’t you afraid I’ll deceive you?”

Even he hadn’t expected her to give him the pill so readily.

Ye Qingxin smiled. “You might deceive me, but your Innate Celestial Furnace won’t.”

“Thank you, Senior,” Mu Zhi’an said, accepting the jade bottle respectfully.

“I swear, once I reach Soul Transformation, I’ll help you fulfill your wish and bring your entire clan to the Heavenly Court,” he added sincerely.

Ye Qingxin smiled gently. “It’s getting late. You should head back. Does the Jade Empress know you’re here?”

Mu Zhi’an, knowing when to retreat, bowed respectfully. “Then I’ll take my leave, Senior.”

He turned and left the pavilion on his sword.

Ye Qingxin watched him leave and sighed inwardly, a hint of regret in her eyes.

If only he were a descendant of the Ye family…

…

After returning to the Jade Glass Palace, Mu Zhi’an thought for a moment, then decided to visit Bai Ruoxi instead of returning to Dexin Courtyard to see Lingxuan.

Ye Qingxin’s alluring appearance had… aroused him, and he needed Ruoxi’s comfort.

He flew back to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony and headed towards Bai Ruoxi’s room.

“Ruoxi, I’m coming in.”

He knocked gently, then opened the door.

The sight that greeted him made him freeze.

Bai Ruoxi had finished her cultivation. Her eyes were slightly red, and her white dress was now partially stained black. Her usual gentle aura was now replaced by a captivating allure.

As if sensing his presence, she turned her head slightly and smiled sweetly. “Mu Lang, you’re back?”

Her attire, her demeanor… something’s wrong…

Mu Zhi’an felt a sense of unease.

Bai Ruoxi walked towards him, leaning into his embrace, her eyes moist and sparkling as she looked up at him. “Mu Lang~” she murmured seductively.

Before he could even react to her soft body pressed against his, her voice became even softer, almost dripping with sweetness.

“Is this how you and the Jade Empress bullied me today?”

Mu Zhi’an’s hand, which was about to embrace her, froze in mid-air. He looked down at the woman in his arms, his heart pounding.

Gong Lianyue?!

Chapter 328: Mu Zhi’an’s Tea Mastery

Within a closed room, Ye Yu slowly opened his eyes.

After absorbing and refining the surrounding Spiritual Energy, he could feel his strength increasing.

This was thanks to the cultivation technique his master had given him.

Watching his strength grow steadily should have been a joyous experience, but a burning anger still lingered within him, preventing him from meditating peacefully.

He was so frustrated that he almost coughed up blood.

“Are you still thinking about that first-grade Artifact Spirit Mu Zhi’an received?”

The old man within him sensed Ye Yu’s anger and guessed the reason.

A first-grade Artifact Spirit, given to Mu Zhi’an by his own ancestor… It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Ye Yu’s eyes burned with hatred as he slammed his fist against the bed frame.

“If I could have entered that gate, I could have passed the trial too. But she didn’t even give me a chance.”

Thinking about what had happened earlier, he felt a surge of frustration.

He gritted his teeth, got out of bed, and went to the courtyard to cultivate.

However, as soon as he stepped outside, he saw a fiery red figure disappearing into the distance.

“Why is Ancestor leaving so late…?” Ye Yu murmured, his eyes filled with surprise.

Ye Qingxin had ascended to the Immortal Realm long ago. She shouldn’t have many friends in the Nine Realms. Why would she leave at this hour…?

A bad feeling crept into his heart.

As he considered the possibilities, his face darkened with anger and resentment.

“Master, can you track her?” he asked.

With the old man’s power, he could at least temporarily reach the Nascent Soul Realm, but whether he could track a Dao Integration expert was uncertain.

“She’s not concealing her aura. It shouldn’t be difficult to find her,” the old man replied calmly.

“However, she’s a Dao Integration expert. Have you considered the consequences of following her?”

“I’m just worried she might be deceived. I’m not following her,” Ye Yu said quickly.

Ye Qingxin’s actions today had disappointed him. Seeing her leave so late at night made him uneasy.

She had let Mu Zhi’an pass the trial and even given him a first-grade Artifact Spirit… He was her descendant, yet she had given all the benefits to Mu Zhi’an.

The thought of Ye Qingxin meeting with his enemy, perhaps even being intimate with him…

Ye Yu’s blood boiled.

“Have you considered that perhaps Mu Zhi’an passed the trial because he found a way to open the gate, not because your ancestor helped him?” the old man said, trying to reason with him.

“Even so, he shouldn’t have passed. That Artifact Spirit shouldn’t be his! You don’t understand!”

Ye Yu’s anger was now directed at his master.

Although he owed his current achievements to him, today’s events had infuriated him, and the fact that his master was defending Mu Zhi’an only made it worse.

The old man within his ring sighed. “You need to be calm. I thought you had learned to control your emotions and face adversity with a clear mind.”

“But it seems you’re still not calm enough when it comes to Mu Zhi’an.”

“Your ancestor was trying to help you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have intervened earlier. But some unexpected things happened. Think about it, if Mu Zhi’an hadn’t passed the trial, who would give a first-grade Artifact Spirit to a stranger?”

“Its value is comparable to a Dao Integration ancestral artifact.”

Ye Yu calmed down, his anger subsiding.

“So I was too impulsive…”

Then, he remembered Ye Qingxin’s interest in Mu Zhi’an, and a wave of helplessness and resentment washed over him.

Even if she had tried to help him earlier, she was still interested in Mu Zhi’an… If they were truly meeting tonight…

Wouldn’t that mean he was watching his ancestor walk into a trap?

“Master, please take control of my body. I need to see where she went,” Ye Yu said decisively.

If his ancestor discovered him, he would simply say he was worried about her.

…

The pavilion above the Pilgrimage Palace was a magnificent structure, a hundred meters above the ground.

Due to the recent incident with the Primordial Demon Emperor, the area was deserted.

Ye Qingxin, transformed into a red streak of light, appeared in the pavilion.

She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her dress clinging to her alluring figure as the wind blew.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she turned her head slightly and saw a young man in a black robe approaching. Her red eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You have a match tomorrow. Shouldn’t you be cultivating instead of coming here?”

Ye Yu bowed respectfully. “You left so late at night, Ancestor. I was worried about you, so I came to check on you,” he said.

Ye Qingxin was stunned for a moment.

Then, her eyes turned cold, and she simply replied with a noncommittal “mm-hmm”. “I’m fine. But since you’re worried, you can meditate here for a while.”

She wasn’t foolish. She could see through his pretense.

He didn’t trust her and had let the old man within him take control of his body to follow her.

However, it was understandable. After all, there was a deep grudge between Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu, and she had even given Mu Zhi’an a first-grade Artifact Spirit. It was natural for her descendant to be worried.

She would let him stay here for a while.

…

Mu Zhi’an closed his eyes, and sensing that Ye Lingxuan and the others were gone, he got out of bed and went to the courtyard.

He formed a hand seal and waved his hand.

A dark gold sword, like a swimming fish, appeared beneath his feet.

The Heaven-Asking Lock, a first-grade Artifact Spirit from the Heavenly Court, nurtured by Ye Qingxin for a thousand years before regaining its former glory.

“This thing is strange. I haven’t even refined it, yet I can use its power… And it seems to have a bit of a… yandere side.”

Mu Zhi’an stepped onto the sword, muttering to himself.

Logically, he shouldn’t be able to use it before refining it, yet it obeyed his commands as soon as he infused his Spiritual Energy into it.

And after sensing his enemy’s hostility, it had even tried to attack without his permission.

Although magical artifacts possessed spirits, he had only just obtained this sword. It shouldn’t be so attached to him.

He would take this opportunity to ask the Ye family ancestor about it…

Mu Zhi’an left the courtyard on his sword, heading towards the pavilion above the Pilgrimage Palace.

Soon, he saw the pavilion in the distance.

And a woman stood before it.

She wore a beautiful black and red dress, her ample bosom faintly visible beneath the fabric as the wind blew.

Ye Qingxin’s long hair cascaded down her back, held in place by a simple hairpin. Her hands were clasped behind her, her red eyes, like rubies, sparkling, her lips full and seductive, her beauty breathtaking.

This woman’s assets are truly impressive, rivaling even Ruoxi’s… Mu Zhi’an recalled the way they had jiggled as she descended the steps earlier, admiring her figure.

It’s a shame Yao Meng’s declaration has put Ruoxi and the others in ‘yandere mode’. Otherwise, I could visit Ruoxi tonight and… enjoy myself…

Mu Zhi’an sighed inwardly with regret as he arrived at the pavilion.

Seeing Ye Yu there, he was stunned.

He actually followed me…?

Ye Qingxin seemed to have said something to him, as he didn’t speak, simply glaring at Mu Zhi’an from the shadows.

Mu Zhi’an ignored him and bowed respectfully towards the Dao Integration expert. “Senior, you summoned me so late at night. Is there something you need?”

Ye Qingxin looked at him meaningfully and chuckled. “We’re both intelligent people, young friend Mu. You should know why I’m here.”

Earlier, on the southern bank, Mu Zhi’an had contacted her through voice transmission, mentioning the Heavenly Court. And he also had questions about the Heaven-Asking Lock. They were essentially making a deal.

Mu Zhi’an thought for a moment. “I’m still a bit confused… Could it be… because of that matter?”

He used a vague term, one only they could understand.

Ye Yu, hearing his words, frowned and sneered. “Stop pretending, Mu Zhi’an. You asked Ancestor to come here for your own benefit, didn’t you?”

Mu Zhi’an ignored him.

He feigned a troubled expression. “Senior, Ye Yu’s gaze is quite scary. I’m afraid he might attack me.”

“And… perhaps it’s best if outsiders don’t know about that matter,” he added tentatively.

Ye Yu froze, his expression darkening.

Outsiders…?

How could he be an outsider?! He was a descendant of the Ye family!

Mu Zhi’an transmitted his voice, “The more people who know about the Heavenly Court’s secrets, the more dangerous it becomes, Senior. I’m sure you understand.”

He took a couple of steps forward and, under Ye Yu’s incredulous gaze, took Ye Qingxin’s hand.

Even Ye Qingxin was surprised. Her face turned cold, and she was about to scold this disrespectful young man when she suddenly sensed an incredibly dense Spiritual Energy emanating from his body…

This is… the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy?

Ye Qingxin’s eyes flickered with surprise and uncertainty.

Even the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy wasn’t this potent… Why did it feel so… different?

Dao Integration meant merging with one of the three Dao: Heaven, Earth, or Human. After achieving Dao Integration, one became an unparalleled expert.

However, it was said that there were two realms beyond Dao Integration.

Transcendence and Immortality.

After Transcendence, one could achieve Immortality.

Legend had it that the Master of the Heavenly Court was a Transcendence expert.

As for the Immortal Realm… only the first cultivator, who had existed since the primordial chaos, had reached that level.

The Heavenly Dao Energy scattered throughout the Nine Realms was her legacy.

Reaching Transcendence from Dao Integration was almost impossible.

It wasn’t something one could achieve through cultivation alone. It required fate.

And Ye Qingxin’s true purpose for searching for the Heavenly Court’s Master was to break through to the Transcendence Realm.

Although ascending to the Heavenly Court granted immortality, she still desired to transcend.

The difference in strength between Dao Integration and Transcendence wasn’t significant, but there was one crucial difference.

After Transcendence, one no longer needed to worry about their lifespan, even outside the Heavenly Court. However, Dao Integration cultivators needed an Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herb every twenty thousand years to extend their lives.

And now… Ye Qingxin saw a glimmer of hope in Mu Zhi’an!

His Vessel was filled with the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy, and as his cultivation level increased, this energy would become even denser than the Heavenly Court’s!

But why? Could it be related to his cultivation technique?

Ye Qingxin, seemingly forgetting that Mu Zhi’an was still holding her hand, looked at him with curiosity, her Spiritual Sense scanning his body.

Then, her eyes widened in surprise.

…The Innate Celestial Furnace?!

And it had been enhanced multiple times… Although it wasn’t very useful for Dao Integration cultivators now, if he reached Soul Transformation, the Spiritual Energy within his Innate Celestial Furnace could even benefit Dao Integration experts…

“I’ve already shown you my sincerity, Senior. Only a few people know about this secret,” Mu Zhi’an said, releasing her hand and smiling gently.

Seeing that she didn’t seem displeased by his touch, Ye Yu’s expression changed, a bad feeling creeping into his heart. “Ancestor, this man is cunning and deceitful. Don’t trust him!” he said quickly.

Ye Qingxin snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Mu Zhi’an meaningfully.

She sighed inwardly, then turned to Ye Yu and said gently, “You can leave now, Ye Yu. I have some matters to discuss with young friend Mu.”

Ye Yu froze, his mind reeling.

His world seemed to crumble around him.

Chapter 327: The Fishes’ Plan

The room was clean and elegant, illuminated by the warm glow of candles.

Mu Zhi’an slowly opened his eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling greeting him.

This isn’t my room, and it’s not Ruoxi’s either… Where did they take me?

He sat up abruptly, his mind still hazy.

However, as he tried to get out of bed, he realized his wrists were bound by glowing golden chains. If only his ankles were also bound, it would be the perfect ‘Dark Magician’ scene.

“The Desolate Time Lock?!” he exclaimed.

The lock on his left wriggled slightly, its shape shifting into a question mark, as if saying: You called?

Mu Zhi’an stared at the chains, his heart pounding with unease.

There were so many people present. Even if Lingxuan had gone ‘yandere’, they wouldn’t have let her tie him up with the Desolate Time Lock.

Yet, here he was… bound by Ye Lingxuan’s ancestral artifact.

Suddenly, Wei Mengrou’s cold voice came from beside the bed. “The Desolate Time Lock can manipulate time. Combined with medicinal pills, it can accelerate your recovery.”

Mu Zhi’an hesitated for a moment, then looked up and saw his maid, her alluring figure leaning against the bed, her arms crossed, accentuating her ample bosom, her gaze cold and disdainful.

She looked at him as if he were a bug, her beautiful eyes filled with disgust.

Although she considered herself his maid, always protecting him from the shadows, seeing the Jade Empress openly declare their relationship and even kiss him in public had displeased her.

Although she knew he hadn’t been entirely at fault, she couldn’t control her feelings.

“Are you angry, Mengrou?” Mu Zhi’an asked tentatively.

Wei Mengrou ignored him. “The others didn’t want to disturb your rest, so they asked me to stay and look after you,” she said calmly.

“As for being angry…” she paused, then continued coldly, “I’m just your maid. I’m only responsible for your safety. The rest has nothing to do with me.”

So she is angry. No, she’s jealous… Mu Zhi’an felt a mix of worry and relief.

He was worried about what the other girls might be doing, but he was also relieved that his aloof maid was actually jealous because of him.

“My Spiritual Energy is recovering quickly… Did Yao Meng give me more?” he asked.

“Even Fairy Yao Meng can’t continuously transfer her Spiritual Energy to you. Your Vessel wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him. “Lingxuan gave you two pills, and the Desolate Time Lock is accelerating their absorption.”

The Desolate Time Lock can do that too?

It can both slow down and speed up time…?

As expected of an ancestral artifact, its abilities are truly extraordinary…

Mu Zhi’an admired her beautiful profile, marveling at the Desolate Time Lock’s power.

Although Wei Mengrou had always been by his side, he never seemed to tire of looking at her… And now, with just the two of them in the room, his hands bound by the chains, the atmosphere was undeniably intimate.

A maid looking at her master with disdain, the master bound by chains, the flickering candlelight…

This scene, combined with Wei Mengrou’s attire… was incredibly arousing!

Seemingly sensing his gaze, Wei Mengrou walked over to the bed and looked down at him.

Her bright yellow dress accentuated her fair skin, the thin fabric clinging to her alluring curves, her long, smooth legs ending in delicate boots.

Her disdainful gaze seemed to mask the concern and affection hidden within her eyes. She pursed her lips and asked casually, “You lost control of the Heaven-Asking Lock on the stage?”

Beautiful face, alluring figure, and most importantly, those perfect thighs, a black ribbon tied around her right leg, accentuating her smooth, fair skin… A perfect 10/10, or at least a 9.5.

If she wore black or white stockings, she would be a perfect 10, even without the… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, assessing her appearance.

Wei Mengrou quickly noticed his wandering gaze, her heart skipping a beat, but she glared at him disdainfully. “You’re in this state, yet you still have the energy to think about such things? When will you ever grow up?”

“Setting aside my nature, even if I’m 90% at fault, aren’t you 10% responsible?” Mu Zhi’an retorted.

Wei Mengrou raised an eyebrow, her eyes questioning.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her and continued, “You’re just too alluring, Mengrou.”

Wei Mengrou was stunned for a moment.

Then, she looked away. “I’ve heard you say that to countless girls. You should try something new,” she said calmly.

Her tone was indifferent, but her lips curved into a slight smile despite her efforts to suppress it.

It turned out that women didn’t mind hearing cheesy pick-up lines, as long as they were said at the right time and place.

Of course, there was one important prerequisite… There had to be genuine feelings between them.

“Can you remove the Desolate Time Lock? I’ve almost recovered,” Mu Zhi’an suddenly said.

Wei Mengrou glanced at the chains and shook her head. “I can’t control it. But Lingxuan said it would return to her after an hour.”

“An hour… Why don’t you sit down and chat with me, Mengrou?” Mu Zhi’an said cheekily.

Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed. Noticing his gaze, she blushed slightly, but she remained silent.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her and continued, “The pillow isn’t very comfortable. Can you help me?”

“Pillow…?”

Wei Mengrou looked at him curiously, and before she could speak, he continued, “Your lap would be perfect.”

He had finally revealed his true intentions. The pillow was just an excuse. He wanted to enjoy her lap pillow.

Wei Mengrou glared at him coldly, about to refuse.

But then, Mu Zhi’an coughed weakly, his lips slightly pale.

She hesitated for a moment, then took off her boots, sat down beside him, and let him rest his head on her lap.

As his cheek touched her soft thigh, Mu Zhi’an closed his eyes contentedly, his body relaxing completely.

Wei Mengrou silently looked down at the young man resting on her lap. His complexion had improved, his eyes closed, his head nestled against her, his nose twitching slightly as if savoring her scent.

As expected of Mengrou, always reliable… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

Time passed silently.

After about an hour, the Desolate Time Lock binding his wrists released him.

Mu Zhi’an stretched his arms, enjoying his newfound freedom as the golden chains retreated.

Wei Mengrou gently pushed him away and sat up.

The warmth of her lap pillow was gone, and Mu Zhi’an felt a pang of regret, but he didn’t ask for more.

Her lap pillow was truly comfortable.

But this wasn’t the right time or place. If someone walked in… it would be troublesome. I’ll have Mengrou wear black stockings and give me a lap pillow next time…

There would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhi’an wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace before she could react.

He had been wanting to do this, but the Desolate Time Lock had prevented him.

Wei Mengrou’s body stiffened slightly, then relaxed as she leaned against him, her forehead resting on his chest.

Mu Zhi’an looked down at her beautiful face, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Seeing that she wasn’t resisting, he leaned down and kissed her.

“Is Yao Meng still with Lingxuan and the others?” he suddenly asked softly.

“She went to the southern bank to see Luo Tan,” Wei Mengrou replied in a low voice.

She lowered her gaze, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

If I don’t look up, I won’t know I’m being embraced by Master…

Mu Zhi’an gently stroked her hair, inhaling her sweet fragrance, his mind racing.

Yao Meng went to see Luo Tan… She must be planning to make a deal with her.

The Empress of Yu State was a master alchemist, capable of refining pills that even other Dao Integration experts couldn’t.

It’s a shame my consciousness was kidnapped by the Demon Realm Empress that day. Otherwise, I could have gotten closer to her… Mu Zhi’an thought with a hint of regret.

“How did Ye Yu do in his match this afternoon?” he asked.

It was already dark outside, which meant the Ascension Ceremony matches were over.

“He won,” Wei Mengrou replied, looking up at him. “I didn’t watch his match, but according to the other disciples, it was a landslide victory.”

Mu Zhi’an nodded thoughtfully, not surprised.

After all, he was the Child of Destiny, chosen by the Heavenly Dao. His talent and luck were undeniable.

Ye Yu’s success was partly due to the old man’s guidance and partly due to the Heavenly Dao’s subtle influence.

Although Mu Zhi’an had considered eliminating Ye Yu directly, according to Yuanluo, doing so would trigger a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, a price he couldn’t afford.

And even if he could, it wouldn’t be worth it.

Besides, although Ye Qingxin’s impression of him had improved today, she was still on Ye Yu’s side. After all, he was a member of the Ye family, her descendant.

Attacking Ye Yu now would likely trigger a war between Dao Integration experts.

And that was something Mu Zhi’an wanted to avoid.

Everyone should get along peacefully.

Instead of a Dao Integration war, he would rather see Yao Meng and Ye Qingxin fighting in bed, and then he would ‘suppress’ them both…

“Instead of eliminating Ye Yu directly, it’s safer to continuously weaken his luck…”

“I need to sow discord… And for that, I need to prepare for tonight’s rendezvous.”

As Mu Zhi’an thought about this, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside.

Wei Mengrou reacted quickly, gently pushing him away and getting out of his embrace, her cheeks flushed as she smoothed her dress, then she glared at him.

If it weren’t for his wandering hands, she wouldn’t be so flustered.

Mu Zhi’an smiled helplessly.

It’s not my fault… Who could resist such temptation?

Creak.

The door opened, and Mu Zhi’an immediately feigned weakness, his face pale as he lay on the bed.

“Lingxuan…? And Ruoxi, what are you doing here?”

Seeing them at the door, he struggled to sit up, but Ye Lingxuan rushed over and pressed him back down. “Just lie down and rest, Brother Mu. Don’t push yourself,” she said, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at him.

Logically, the two Replenishing Essence Pills should have restored most of his Spiritual Energy. Why was he still so weak?

Then, she noticed something and observed him more closely.

His Vessel is almost full…

Ye Lingxuan’s eyes flickered, the worry in them fading, replaced by a cold glint.

Bai Ruoxi glanced at Wei Mengrou, noticing the faint blush on her cheeks, then she looked away and said softly, “Are you feeling better now, Mu Lang?”

“M-much better,” Mu Zhi’an replied weakly, coughing slightly.

He glanced at the door. “Where are Qian’er and Senior Sister?”

“Qian’er went to Dao Peak to ask Master for some pills.”

“And Senior Sister Lan seems to be refining pills… probably for you, Brother Mu,” Ye Lingxuan replied.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” Mu Zhi’an sighed softly, his pale face and weakened state evoking a protective instinct in the girls.

“As long as you’re alright, Brother Mu.”

Ye Lingxuan smiled sweetly, then looked at Wei Mengrou. “Sister Mengrou, since Brother Mu is awake, let’s leave him to rest. We shouldn’t disturb him.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhi’an, then nodded slightly.

Bai Ruoxi paused at the door, glancing back at him. “Rest well, Mu Lang,” she said softly.

Mu Zhi’an nodded with a smile, but as they left, a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Their reaction is strange. They should be questioning me about Yao Meng, but they haven’t mentioned her at all… Are they worried about me?

That doesn’t seem right. They’re all smart. They should know I’m pretending…

What are they planning? Did Yao Meng’s actions… break them? Have they submitted to her?

That’s impossible… ‘Protagonists’ don’t submit to ‘villains’ so easily, let alone accept being cuckolded…

Mu Zhi’an’s heart pounded with unease.

Their unexpected reaction made him wary.

Mengrou was right. Women’s hearts were the most difficult to understand…

But there was nothing he could do now. He would have to deal with whatever came his way… At least he knew they wouldn’t harm him.

Mu Zhi’an calmed himself down, sat down on the bed, and began to meditate, regulating his Spiritual Energy.

Time passed silently, and as he cultivated, night deepened.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious voice echoed in his ears, “I’m waiting for you in the pavilion above the Pilgrimage Palace.”

Mu Zhi’an slowly opened his eyes.

It was… Ye Qingxin’s voice transmission!

Chapter 326: Don’t Bully a Young Maiden Because She’s Poor!

Snow fell from the sky. It was the coldest time of the year, but Mu Zhi’an felt no chill.

He was pressed against the Jade Empress’s warm body, her soft curves pressed against his.

Yao Meng held the back of his head, and the green vines beneath their feet grew wildly, their green light enveloping the Ascension Stage.

Normally, Mu Zhi’an would be taking advantage of this opportunity to explore her body, but now, he didn’t dare to move.

His anti-gank awareness was top-notch. He knew Yao Meng well, and he had sensed danger the moment she approached, wanting to retreat.

However, against a Dao Integration expert’s surprise attack, even he was caught off guard.

The ‘protagonists’ around him were equally stunned.

Countless gazes were fixed on them, the sound of shattering hearts echoing through the air.

Bai Ruoxi, her white dress adorned with red plum blossoms, watched them silently, her eyes cold.

Her aura was delicate and aloof, her ample bosom straining against her dress, her fair skin glowing in the snowy weather.

However, her hands, tightly gripping the hem of her dress, betrayed her anger.

Lan Mulian also watched, her eyes filled with a cold fury.

Ye Qian gently took her sister’s hand, feeling her tense body, and whispered, “The Jade Empress is replenishing Brother Mu’s Spiritual Energy…”

Indeed, that was what Yao Meng was doing. It was obvious to anyone with a discerning eye.

Countless vines, glowing with a green light, had sprouted beneath their feet, drawing in the surrounding Spiritual Energy and channeling it into their bodies.

Ye Lingxuan understood this.

…But understanding didn’t mean she wasn’t upset.

The Jade Empress had even glanced at her while kissing Brother Mu, a smug look in her eyes. This seemingly holy and benevolent fairy had a vindictive side. She was clearly still holding a grudge against her for their earlier confrontation.

But no one could stop them now… It was too late.

Ye Lingxuan could only watch helplessly as her beloved Brother Mu was ‘devoured’ by the Jade Empress, her heart filled with anger and frustration.

If she were at the Dao Integration Realm, she wouldn’t let her get away with this!

But even as the Reincarnated Empress, she was still just a Core Formation cultivator…

Wei Mengrou, hidden in the shadows, watched coldly as the Jade Empress ‘cuckolded’ everyone present, her expression unchanged.

Even if she intervened now, she couldn’t break through the vines of a Dao Integration expert.

Meanwhile, Yao Meng, seemingly oblivious to the others, held Mu Zhi’an’s face in her hands and kissed him passionately. He could feel his depleted Vessel being replenished by her Spiritual Energy.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her slender waist, but sensing the cold gazes around them, he restrained himself.

He opened his eyes and saw Yao Meng’s beautiful face, inches from his, her green eyes filled with amusement and a playful glint. Although she didn’t speak, he understood the meaning in her eyes.

“Empress, isn’t this a bit too…?” Mu Zhi’an said weakly, wanting to protest.

Although he knew that a Dao Integration expert who had lived for tens of thousands of years wasn’t someone to be trifled with, and keeping her in his ‘fish pond’ was dangerous, he hadn’t expected things to escalate like this.

When he first met her, he had thought she was a gentle and elegant fairy, detached from worldly matters, and her actions had confirmed his assumption.

However… she had awakened a peculiar hobby.

…And that was a big problem.

“Your Spiritual Energy depletion is partly my fault. I’m just replenishing it for you,” Yao Meng said softly, her voice melodious.

Mu Zhi’an could only remain silent.

It was too late to push her away now. He might as well accept it and enjoy the benefits.

Although the Ascension Stage was filled with cultivators, an eerie silence had fallen over them, their gazes sharp as daggers, wanting to tear apart the man who was ‘defiling’ their goddess.

…Even though Mu Zhi’an hadn’t done anything and was completely innocent.

After a while, the vines beneath their feet receded.

Yao Meng released him, her lips parting from his, her warm breath against his face.

Her lips, rosy and moist after the kiss, were incredibly alluring.

She glanced at Bai Ruoxi, seemingly seeing Gong Lianyue behind her.

Gong Lianyue was still slumbering, and Ye Lingxuan, despite her talent, was only at the Core Formation Realm. Lan Mulian was the strongest among the younger generation, but her cold and aloof personality meant she wouldn’t take the initiative.

By the time Gong Lianyue awakened, Mu Zhi’an might already be completely devoted to the Jade Empress.

As their lips parted, the atmosphere became tense, countless gazes fixed on Mu Zhi’an. Even the elders of the Primordial Clans were restless.

Who in the Eastern Realm didn’t know the Jade Empress? Some of them even kept portraits of her, worshipping her as a goddess.

And now, this goddess had declared her love for… a mere young cultivator.

It was impossible not to be jealous.

And she had even kissed him in public… This was unbearable.

They didn’t realize that her actions were a declaration of ownership, a way to ‘cuckold’ all the ‘protagonists’.

In their eyes, the Jade Empress was simply telling everyone that Mu Zhi’an was her Dao Companion, and she wasn’t joking. Anyone who dared to touch him would face her wrath.

However, her simple actions had ignited a firestorm of jealousy.

“Whoever’s fighting Mu Zhi’an next, please give it your all!”

“If you win, I’ll give you 100,000 Spirit Stones!”

“Don’t worry about depleting your Spiritual Energy. I’ll give you two sixth-grade Replenishing Essence Pills if you win!”

Excited shouts came from the crowd below, united in their hatred for Mu Zhi’an, wanting to beat him up.

The incense stick on the stage had burned out, and the elder announced, “Time’s up. The next two participants, please come forward.”

Yao Meng gently touched Mu Zhi’an’s lips with her finger and smiled. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Her words made many of the young cultivators’ eyes burn with rage. They wanted to challenge Mu Zhi’an right there and then.

And some hoped his next opponent would crush him before the Jade Empress’s eyes.

Mu Zhi’an, feeling their gazes, couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Being intimate with Yao Meng in private was one thing, but this public display of affection… The girls below were fuming, their faces dark with anger.

He had no allies here.

If he lost now… it would be a disaster.

Suddenly, Yao Meng looked up at him and smiled gently. “Don’t feel pressured. Even if you lose, it doesn’t matter. If you’re willing, I can take you to the Jade Pool and personally guide your cultivation.”

Why do her words sound so seductive? It must be because I’m imagining things… Mu Zhi’an calmed himself down and walked onto the stage.

His opponent, a young man in a long robe, a faint black aura surrounding him, looked at him intently. “Lin Yuan, Holy Son of the Xuanyin Temple,” he said.

Unlike the other cultivators, Lin Yuan’s hostility towards Mu Zhi’an was genuine.

After all, he had been pursuing Lin Keyu, the Holy Maiden of the Xuanyin Temple. She had initially been friendly towards him, but after meeting Mu Zhi’an in the Sword Palace, she had become cold and distant.

When had he ever been rejected like this?

He could usually win over any woman within a month.

He had thought it would be the same with this little beauty, but Mu Zhi’an’s appearance had ruined his plans.

And this Mu Zhi’an was just as fickle as he was, yet the Holy Maiden favored him!

And the Jade Empress had just declared him to be her Dao Companion…

She was a Dao Integration expert. With her as his Dao Companion, there would be nowhere in the Nine Realms he couldn’t go.

Even if he was stuck at the peak of the Core Formation Realm, the Jade Empress could provide him with Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs and pills to extend his lifespan…

The thought alone filled Lin Yuan with jealousy and rage.

He clenched his fists tightly, waiting for the elder to announce the start of the match.

This guy is unfriendly… Mu Zhi’an observed him, his pseudo-Innate Spiritual Body easily sensing his malice.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Seventh-grade Core Formation… Judging from his aura, he had just recently reached that level… If he fought him head-on, it would be a difficult battle.

Mu Zhi’an took a deep breath, calming himself down.

Then, he slowly drew the Heaven-Asking Lock.

Its dark gold engravings gleamed, its blade incredibly sharp, as if it could cut through solid rock with a single touch.

Although he couldn’t fully control this first-grade Artifact Spirit yet, even as an ordinary weapon, its power was immense.

As he held the sword, he suddenly felt it vibrate slightly, as if a voice was calling out to him.

Mu Zhi’an was stunned. He looked down at the dark gold sword in his hand.

It’s calling to me, asking me to infuse my Spiritual Energy into it… He instantly understood its message, calmed his mind, and channeled the Spiritual Energy he had received from Yao Meng into the sword.

The surrounding Spiritual Energy stirred, becoming restless…

As the battle on the stage was about to begin, Yao Meng gracefully arrived at the Ascension Stage, her gaze fixed on the arena.

Her expression was calm and serene, as if she wasn’t worried about Mu Zhi’an losing.

Even though there was a three-grade difference between him and his opponent.

Suddenly, a soft, melodious voice came from beside her.

“You’re quite bold, Senior Jade Empress, openly acknowledging your relationship with Brother Mu. Are you planning to marry him next?”

Ye Lingxuan had arrived at some point, her purple dress fluttering in the wind, revealing her long, slender legs, her hair cascading down her back, her voice clear and sweet, but her eyes, as she looked at Yao Meng, were cold.

Yao Meng didn’t turn her head. She smiled faintly and said calmly, “If he’s willing, I might consider it…”

“However, there’s no precedent for a Jade Pool Holy Maiden marrying into another family. Perhaps I should consider… marrying him into the Jade Pool?”

She turned to look at Ye Lingxuan, a gentle smile on her face.

“You’ve lived for over ten thousand years, Senior Jade Empress. What do you see in someone like Mu Lang, considering his status and background?” Bai Ruoxi asked softly, her eyes cold despite her delicate appearance.

Lan Mulian joined in. “You’re a powerful being in the Eastern Realm, my senior, Jade Empress. Although I have no romantic feelings for Junior Brother Mu, it’s still inappropriate for someone of your status to be with him.”

“Do you really think status and background are that important, Miss Lan?” Yao Meng asked.

Lan Mulian was silent for a moment, about to respond, when Yao Meng’s next words silenced her.

“If you think our difference in status is a problem, then after the Ascension Ceremony, I’ll make him the Jade Pool’s Holy Son. A Holy Son and a Holy Maiden together… That should be appropriate, right?”

Lan Mulian raised an eyebrow. “If you’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment, Senior Jade Empress, then I have nothing more to say,” she said coldly.

Yao Meng’s delicate feet hovered above the ground, the ribbon around her waist fluttering in the wind. “With his current strength, even if he becomes the Jade Pool’s Holy Son, who would question it?” she asked calmly.

They fell silent.

No one would question the Jade Empress’s decision.

After all, she was a Dao Integration expert. Her judgment was absolute.

Silence descended upon the Ascension Stage.

Even these talented young ladies felt the pressure of a Dao Integration expert’s aura.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of Spiritual Energy erupted from a nearby arena, breaking the tense atmosphere. They all turned to look.

Mu Zhi’an had drawn the Heaven-Asking Lock, and the Spiritual Energy Yao Meng had given him was being rapidly absorbed by the first-grade Artifact Spirit. A massive vortex appeared behind him, drawing in the energy from his Vessel.

His Spiritual Energy surged uncontrollably into the Heaven-Asking Lock.

Then, a brilliant light, like a star, shone brightly.

Lin Yuan, sensing danger, was about to charge towards Mu Zhi’an and interrupt him, but a green lotus descended from the sky, suppressing his Spiritual Energy!

This Pure World Azure Lotus was a fake.

However, it was more than enough to deal with a Core Formation cultivator at the same level!

As Lin Yuan’s Spiritual Energy was sealed, the vortex behind Mu Zhi’an vanished.

He slowly raised the Heaven-Asking Lock, and an immense pressure, like a collapsing sky, a crashing tidal wave, surged towards Lin Yuan.

A powerful gust of wind swept through the arena, Spiritual Energy filling the air.

Mu Zhi’an almost lost control of the Heaven-Asking Lock, his hands tightly gripping the hilt as he struggled to contain its power.

Thud!

Lin Yuan, unable to withstand the pressure, fell to his knees, his face pale.

This power… it wasn’t coming from Mu Zhi’an, but from the Heaven-Asking Lock!

But he hadn’t even refined it yet. How could he unleash such power?!

Lin Yuan’s head pressed against the floor, his teeth clenched, his heart filled with resentment, but he couldn’t move under the Heaven-Asking Lock’s pressure.

The elders below frowned, their expressions grim.

Logically, a Core Formation cultivator shouldn’t be able to unleash such power with the Heaven-Asking Lock.

Yao Meng’s eyes also narrowed, a hint of suspicion in them.

The power of this first-grade Artifact Spirit was comparable to a Dao Integration expert’s ancestral artifact, making its wielder invincible among their peers.

But an unrefined ancestral artifact, no matter how powerful, shouldn’t be able to unleash such force.

Unless… the Heaven-Asking Lock was naturally drawn to Mu Zhi’an and had granted him its power.

Lin Yuan struggled to stand up, but his body, instinctively submitting to the awakened Heaven-Asking Lock, refused to obey.

“He’s only at the fourth-grade Core Formation Realm! How can he unleash such power with the Heaven-Asking Lock?!”

He gritted his teeth, struggling to raise his head, looking at the young man who seemed to be looking down on him like an ant, his eyes filled with resentment.

Then, feeling the Heaven-Asking Lock’s pressure intensifying, he finally said, his voice strained, “…I forfeit.”

The elder on the stage also glanced at Mu Zhi’an in surprise, then announced calmly,

“Mu Zhi’an wins!”

As his voice rang out, Mu Zhi’an, as if exhausted, tried to dispel the Spiritual Energy within the Heaven-Asking Lock.

However, as he loosened his grip, the energy didn’t dissipate. Instead, it continued to draw in the surrounding Spiritual Energy.

“No… I can’t control it?!”

Mu Zhi’an looked at the dark gold sword in his hand, his eyes wide with alarm.

He couldn’t control this power!

The elder on the stage also noticed this and raised his hand, trying to suppress the Heaven-Asking Lock’s aura.

However, the sword, as if possessing its own consciousness, unleashed an even more terrifying pressure, flying out of Mu Zhi’an’s hand and hovering above the stage, like a giant python.

A commotion arose among the crowd below.

Lin Yuan, his face pale, his forehead covered in sweat, stared at the Heaven-Asking Lock in terror.

He could feel that if it struck him, even if he survived, he would be severely injured… perhaps even crippled.

The surging Spiritual Energy from the Heaven-Asking Lock seemed determined to obliterate the one who had dared to challenge its master.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

Suddenly, a green lotus bloomed silently in the sky, its light enveloping the Ascension Stage, suppressing the Heaven-Asking Lock’s aura.

Mu Zhi’an, his Spiritual Energy completely depleted, stumbled.

But before he could fall, Yao Meng appeared beside him, supporting him.

His face buried in her soft bosom, her sweet fragrance calming his racing heart.

He forced himself to look up and saw her concerned gaze, then he noticed the other girls rushing towards him.

Their eyes were filled with worry, but as they looked at Yao Meng, a hint of hostility flickered within.

This atmosphere… isn’t good… Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered, and he ‘fainted’, his body collapsing against Yao Meng’s soft embrace.

Running away might be cowardly, but in this situation… it was the best option.

Chapter 325: For the Jade Empress, I Shall Cuckold All My Rivals!

Mu Zhi’an noticed the woman approaching from the Ascension Stage. Seeing the sword with dark gold engravings in her hand, his eyes lit up with desire.

Magical artifacts possessed spirits and were categorized into different grades. A first-grade Artifact Spirit was a treasure wielded by Dao Integration experts. The materials required to create one were incredibly rare.

Its value was comparable to a Primordial Clan’s ancestral artifact.

I didn’t pass the trial, so why is she coming to see me…? Mu Zhi’an wondered.

And this woman is… incredibly hot…

He looked at Ye Qingxin, her appearance now fully within his view.

She wore a red dress with black patterns, the fabric clinging to her alluring figure as it billowed in the wind, revealing her long, fair legs and delicate feet in boots.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful face, a seductive tear mole beneath her eye, her captivating red eyes radiating an air of authority that made it difficult to meet her gaze.

Beautiful, fair skin, and most importantly, ample assets that jiggled enticingly with every step.

Mu Zhi’an assessed her appearance, then he suddenly noticed a sharp gaze from the side. He turned his head and saw the Jade Empress, her beauty ethereal in her green dress, her eyes smiling, her lips rosy and full, her gaze seemingly saying: Enjoying the view?

Something’s wrong. Yao Meng wasn’t this possessive before…

No, she doesn’t seem jealous. She seems… amused…

Fortunately, my weakness is genuine, even if it wasn’t intentional. They can’t just leave me here and fight amongst themselves, can they? Mu Zhi’an thought, feeling confident in his plan.

Under the gazes of the cultivators, Ye Qingxin finally reached him.

She’s almost as tall as me. If she wore high heels, she would be incredibly intimidating… What kind of car would she drive?

Bai Ruoxi placed a hand on Mu Zhi’an’s back, channeling her Spiritual Energy into him. Then, she looked up at Ye Qingxin. “Is there something else you need, Senior?” she asked, her voice laced with hostility.

Ye Yu, who had just emerged from the Celestial Realm, also watched them, wanting to speak, but seeing the powerful aura emanating from his ancestor, he held back. However, looking at the first-grade Artifact Spirit in her hand, he had a bad feeling.

The Celestial Realm had collapsed for some reason, and no one should have passed Ye Qingxin’s trial… Mu Zhi’an had simply gone further than the others.

After all, she was the Celestial Realm’s creator. She should be the one to decide who passed… Yet, Mu Zhi’an had opened the gate, while he had been stopped.

If she gave the Artifact Spirit to Mu Zhi’an now… wouldn’t that be unfair?

As Ye Yu’s mind raced, Ye Qingxin raised the magical treasure in her hand. “This is the Heaven-Asking Lock. When I found it in the Heavenly Court, it was almost completely shattered. I spent a thousand years nurturing it, and it has finally regained its former glory.”

She handed the sword to Mu Zhi’an. “As promised, this first-grade Artifact Spirit is yours.”

Even Mu Zhi’an was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to be so generous.

And it’s clearly a sword. Why is it called a ‘lock’?

Mu Zhi’an, despite his weakened state, reached out and took the sword. “Thank you for this gift, Senior!”

Although he didn’t understand her intentions, it was a first-grade Artifact Spirit. He couldn’t refuse.

Refusing would be hypocritical, like asking a woman in bed if she really wanted it, even though she kept saying no.

Ye Qingxin looked at his sincere expression and couldn’t help but remember the scenes she had witnessed in the painting.

If she hadn’t seen how he had treated her in his fantasy, even tearing her clothes… she wouldn’t have been able to reconcile this polite and gentle young man with the unrestrained beast in his imagination.

Yao Meng was also surprised. She glanced at Ye Qingxin.

Logically, Mu Zhi’an hadn’t passed the trial. If Ye Qingxin wanted to, she could keep the Artifact Spirit.

After all, she had already bestowed great fortune upon the disciples with this Celestial Realm, and a first-grade Artifact Spirit was a treasure even Dao Integration experts coveted.

Yet, she was giving it away so readily…?

As Mu Zhi’an held the Heaven-Asking Lock, a flood of memories, hazy and indistinct, filled his mind.

This first-grade Artifact Spirit was truly extraordinary. It could transform into various weapons, not limited to a single form. No wonder it was so powerful…

He closed his eyes, trying to change its shape, but it didn’t react.

As if knowing what he was doing, Ye Qingxin said, “You need to refine the Heaven-Asking Lock before you can use it. It has many secrets you’ll need to unravel.”

Mu Zhi’an nodded, understanding.

It was a first-grade Artifact Spirit. Refining it first was normal.

Ye Qingxin, seeing his thoughtful expression, hesitated for a moment, then transmitted her voice, “What is your relationship with the Master of the Heavenly Court, young friend Mu?”

Mu Zhi’an snapped out of his thoughts and replied through voice transmission, “I don’t understand what you mean, Senior. I’ve never heard of this ‘Master of the Heavenly Court’.”

Ye Qingxin looked at him intently, then sighed softly.

His answer was within her expectations.

He had a grudge against her descendant and wouldn’t reveal the truth to a Ye family ancestor.

However, even if he wasn’t the Heavenly Court’s Master, he was definitely connected to them… He was important to her.

But befriending him now would be unfair to Ye Yu.

After all, he was also a descendant of the Ye family.

She would have to wait and see…

Ye Qingxin sighed inwardly and was about to look away when a sudden voice rang out, “Ancestor, Mu Zhi’an didn’t pass the trial, did he? Isn’t it a bit rash to give him the first-grade Artifact Spirit?”

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the young man who had spoken.

Ye Yu stared at Mu Zhi’an, his hand gripping the Heaven-Asking Lock, his fists clenching tightly.

Ye Qingxin said calmly, “Young friend Mu did pass the trial. There’s no need to discuss this further.”

Ye Yu looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment, staring at the treasure in Mu Zhi’an’s hand.

This sudden turn of events caused a commotion among the cultivators below. Ye Qingxin frowned slightly. “Are you questioning my judgment?” she asked.

Only she and the Jade Empress had seen the images within the painting. The Jade Empress was clearly on Mu Zhi’an’s side, and as a Ye family ancestor, she wouldn’t harm Ye Yu.

Ye Yu’s words implied that she and Mu Zhi’an were colluding against him.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something.

Ye Qingxin’s sharp gaze silenced him.

However, his eyes were still filled with resentment.

Mu Zhi’an feigned a troubled expression and transmitted his voice, “Senior, is this really alright? Causing conflict between you and Ye Yu…”

“It’s fine. My descendant isn’t that petty. He’ll understand eventually,” Ye Qingxin replied calmly.

It seems you don’t know your descendant very well… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

Suddenly, Ye Yu said coldly, “Mu Zhi’an, if you have the guts, fight me now!”

His gaze was fixed on Mu Zhi’an and the beautiful Ye family ancestor, his hatred barely concealed.

Although he couldn’t hear their voice transmissions, judging from their exchange of glances, he could guess what they were talking about.

His anger surged, and he wanted to attack Mu Zhi’an right there and then.

However—

Mu Zhi’an coughed weakly, looked up at Ye Yu, and said softly, “Ye Yu, I know you have a grudge against me, but let’s put the past behind us… Senior Ye wouldn’t want us to fight.”

He glanced at Ye Qingxin.

However, Ye Yu simply scoffed and turned to leave, ignoring him.

It was too late for reconciliation now.

With his ancestor’s protection, even if Mu Zhi’an had the Jade Empress’s backing, she couldn’t stop them from fighting, could she?

I hope you survive until the end of the Ascension Ceremony… Mu Zhi’an.

Ye Qingxin watched him leave and shook her head inwardly.

Suddenly, she heard Mu Zhi’an’s voice transmission, “You mentioned there are many secrets within the Heaven-Asking Lock, Senior. It would take a long time for me to unravel them on my own… Could you perhaps… offer some guidance?”

Ye Qingxin glanced at him and said coldly, “Cultivation is a personal journey. You should comprehend it yourself, young friend Mu.”

She had already given him a first-grade Artifact Spirit. She wasn’t going to teach him how to use it.

As she was about to leave, she heard his voice transmission again, “In exchange, I’ll tell you everything I know about the Heavenly Court, Senior.”

“Although I don’t know about its Master, I can change its rules.”

Ye Qingxin stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to look at Mu Zhi’an.

His black and gold robe gave him an air of nobility, and his slightly pale lips made him seem delicate and vulnerable, evoking a protective instinct in any woman.

However, having seen his earlier fantasies, Ye Qingxin wasn’t fooled.

But she had to investigate the Heavenly Court…

Thinking about it, this was indeed an opportunity.

She nodded slightly, accepting his offer.

Meanwhile, as Ye Yu was leaving the Ascension Stage, a sense of unease washed over him, and he couldn’t help but look back.

Mu Zhi’an was looking up at Ye Qingxin with a bright smile. “It’s a deal then, Senior?”

Ye Qingxin nodded faintly.

Ye Yu stared at them, stunned.

When had he ever been humiliated like this, except by Mu Zhi’an?

Even when his cultivation had been crippled, he had been able to recover, a mysterious force always helping him overcome adversity.

But Mu Zhi’an… He was the only one who constantly hindered him, and now, he had even colluded with his ancestor!

“Mu Zhi’an…”

Ye Yu’s eyes burned with rage as he repeated the name, his voice a low growl.

Thinking of Mu Zhi’an’s fake gentle smile, and the fact that his own ancestor had made a deal with him, he felt a surge of frustration and anger.

“Go back and rest. You’ve absorbed some of the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy within my Celestial Realm. Refining it will help you improve your cultivation.”

“Your match isn’t until this afternoon, right?”

Ye Qingxin’s clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out beside him.

She had appeared unnoticed, her expression calm and serene, her beauty breathtaking.

Ye Yu was stunned for a moment, then, his heart filled with resentment, he looked up at her and asked in a low voice, “What kind of deal did you make with Mu Zhi’an, Ancestor? What did you promise him?”

He didn’t hide his anger, directing it at Ye Qingxin.

He felt betrayed. He was a descendant of the Ye family, yet his ancestor was helping Mu Zhi’an repeatedly, even giving him a first-grade Artifact Spirit…

“It’s a great secret. It’s not time to reveal it yet,” Ye Qingxin replied, shaking her head gently, her voice calm and indifferent, as if unfazed by his anger.

If possible, she would bring all her descendants to the Heavenly Court and grant them immortality.

But it wasn’t the right time to reveal this. After all, Ye Yu was only a Core Formation cultivator. Revealing such a secret now would only put him in danger.

Ye Yu fell silent.

A promise to Mu Zhi’an, but she couldn’t tell him… This answer wasn’t enough, and his heart was filled with rage.

He turned and stormed off.

Mu Zhi’an, naturally, had witnessed the entire scene.

Seeing Ye Yu’s anger, he almost burst out laughing.

It seemed his ‘green tea’ tactics were very effective.

As long as he continued to interact with Ye Qingxin, Ye Yu’s luck would decrease even further.

He glanced at his personal interface and noticed that his luck had increased from 85 to 87.

The description below the luck stat was simple and straightforward: Immune to falling damage. Guaranteed to find treasures within ancient ruins.

When it reaches 100, will I encounter beautiful women everywhere I go…? Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, amused, then closed his interface.

Suddenly, he noticed an elder looking at him from a nearby arena.

“Is there something you need, Senior?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

He was still weak, his voice barely a whisper, making Bai Ruoxi and Ye Lingxuan’s hearts ache with worry.

The elder hesitated for a moment, glancing at the Jade Empress, then said, “Your match begins in fifteen minutes… Are you planning to forfeit, young friend Mu?”

If he forfeited this match, he would have to compete with the other eliminated cultivators for a chance to advance.

If it were just Mu Zhi’an, the elder wouldn’t have bothered to remind him. However, the Jade Empress had just declared him to be her Dao Companion. Even the highest-ranking members of the sect had to treat him with respect now.

“Can’t the match be postponed, Senior?” Ye Lingxuan asked, looking up at the elder.

The elder hesitated for a moment, then shook his head gently. “Postponing it would be unfair to the other participants.”

Lan Mulian silently approached Mu Zhi’an, her face veiled, her aura cold and aloof. “Give me your hand,” she said, her clear eyes fixed on him.

Mu Zhi’an extended his hand towards her.

Then, under the gazes of the ‘protagonists’, she gently took his hand.

This intimate gesture drew the attention of the nearby disciples.

The Jade Empress’s earlier declaration had already shocked them, and now, seeing this usually aloof senior sister acting so intimately with Mu Zhi’an…

“Wait… Is Senior Sister channeling her Spiritual Energy into him?” a disciple suddenly asked, realizing what was happening.

“Indeed, Mu Zhi’an’s Spiritual Energy is recovering…”

Hearing this, the other disciples relaxed slightly.

After all, someone as cold and aloof as Senior Sister Lan wouldn’t fall for Mu Zhi’an.

Lan Mulian withdrew her hand. “I can only give you a portion of my Spiritual Energy. It won’t be enough for a full recovery,” she said.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head and smiled. “I feel much better now. Thank you, Senior Sister.”

Bai Ruoxi, while also channeling her Spiritual Energy into him, looked at him with concern. “What happened in that Celestial Realm, Mu Lang? Why is your Spiritual Energy so depleted?” she asked softly.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “It’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you later.”

Bai Ruoxi murmured in response.

Then, she suddenly said, “You’ve been staying out all night recently, Mu Lang. I thought your depleted Spiritual Energy was because of… Fairy Yao Meng.”

Her seemingly casual words were a direct attack on Yao Meng.

Ye Lingxuan, her hand on Mu Zhi’an’s arm, looked at Yao Meng. “Back in the Forbidden Zone, Senior Jade Empress, you explained that you kissed Brother Mu to absorb his Spiritual Energy and overcome your tribulation. I thought you were so kind to him because he helped you reconstruct your immortal body…”

She paused, then continued, “But judging from your words today, your feelings for Brother Mu seem to be… more than just gratitude.”

Wei Mengrou remained silent.

This is bad. They’re ganging up on her… Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at Yao Meng.

Yao Meng, her alluring figure clad in a green dress, elegantly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her beautiful face framed by her slightly disheveled hair, her smile as bright as ever.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, her aura ethereal and untainted, as she looked at Mu Zhi’an with a playful smile.

“You’re right. It’s my fault that he’s so weak,” she said calmly, admitting it so readily that everyone was stunned.

Mu Zhi’an immediately said, “It has nothing to do with you, Empress. It’s my own fault—”

However, Yao Meng shook her head gently and said softly, “You have a match soon. I would feel guilty if I let you compete in this weakened state.”

“So I’ll make it up to you.”

Mu Zhi’an was stunned, then, seeing Yao Meng floating towards him, he looked up, meeting her gaze.

Her eyes were filled with affection, a playful smile curving her lips.

For some reason, Mu Zhi’an felt a sense of unease. He instinctively tried to back away.

However, a vine suddenly wrapped around his ankle.

Then, under countless envious and disbelieving gazes, Yao Meng placed a hand on the back of his head, leaned down, and gently kissed him.

The vine around his ankle grew rapidly, and a warm energy flowed into his body, revitalizing him.

He could feel the warmth of her immortal body against his, and he almost lost control and wrapped his arms around her waist.

His depleted Spiritual Energy quickly replenished. He was no longer weak.

However, the burning gazes of the surrounding cultivators made him feel a chill run down his spine.

His back was drenched in cold sweat.

Chapter 324: Mu Zhi’an: Isn’t This My House? 

A blinding white light flashed through the painting, revealing the scene beyond the Heavenly Court’s gate!

Towering structures, shrouded in mist, ancient bells tolling in the distance, white cranes soaring through the sky… It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

Mu Zhi’an hadn’t explored the Heavenly Court during his previous visit, having been too focused on absorbing its Spiritual Energy. Now, with this opportunity, he stepped through the gate without hesitation.

“No wonder Ye Qingxin offered a first-grade Artifact Spirit as a reward… This trial is impossible,” Mu Zhi’an muttered to himself.

Only those who met the requirements, and the Master of the Heavenly Court, could open the gate. And no one here was wearing stockings made of Nirvana Silk.

In fact, the ‘female’ requirement alone eliminated most of the participants.

And even among the female cultivators, who would have guessed such a peculiar rule?

However… Ye Qingxin wouldn’t have imagined that someone among these disciples could actually open the gate.

Even without the Artifact Spirit, the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy alone was a valuable reward.

This energy contained Ye Qingxin’s insights and even traces of Dao Rhyme. Those with sufficient luck might even be able to break through their bottlenecks.

Although she was a Ye family ancestor, she was much more generous than Ye Yu.

“A Dao Integration expert is indeed magnanimous. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy isn’t that important to me…” Mu Zhi’an shook his head inwardly, about to enter the depths of the Heavenly Court.

Then, he paused, turned around, and waved his hand, leaving a trace of his Spiritual Energy at the gate.

It was like leaving his mark: Mu Zhi’an was here.

After leaving his ‘footprint’, he continued exploring.

He didn’t realize that his every move was being observed by two Empresses.

On the Ascension Stage, Ye Qingxin stared at the painting, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

The Heavenly Court’s gate, a gate that could only be opened by those who met its requirements… Mu Zhi’an had opened it effortlessly, without even using his Spiritual Energy.

Yao Meng also watched silently, her green eyes filled with a thoughtful glint.

She had felt a sense of familiarity towards the figure at the end of the immortal path, but she hadn’t been able to connect the Master of the Heavenly Court with Mu Zhi’an.

However, now… it seemed her earlier feeling wasn’t just a coincidence.

“It seems you didn’t expect anyone to open that gate, did you?” Yao Meng said, glancing at Ye Qingxin.

Ye Qingxin’s expression remained calm, but she couldn’t hide the surprise in her eyes.

“Did you know he could open the gate, Fairy Yao Meng?” she asked, snapping out of her thoughts, meeting Yao Meng’s gaze.

Yao Meng shook her head gently. “I suspected it, but it was hard to believe… However, his earlier… fantasies… have already given us the answer.”

Ye Qingxin’s eyes flickered, pondering her words.

“There’s something we both overlooked in your first trial.”

Yao Meng continued, “The illusions within the Celestial Realm manifest a cultivator’s deepest desires.”

She looked at the young man in the painting, who was now walking into the depths of the Heavenly Court, and said, “Do you remember the… scene with you earlier…? I mean, the you in his fantasy.”

Ye Qingxin gritted her teeth, remembering the embarrassing scene, but she maintained her composure. “…Of course, I remember.”

How could she forget?

She had never imagined that a mere Core Formation cultivator would dare to… disrespect a Dao Integration expert like that.

A Dao Integration expert’s aura was naturally imposing. Just standing before them was a challenge for most cultivators. Who would have thought that Mu Zhi’an not only harbored such thoughts about her, but had even… acted on them…

Remembering the scene, the scattered clothes, Ye Qingxin’s cheeks flushed.

“Why are you mentioning this?” she asked, suppressing her embarrassment.

“The bedchamber he imagined in the Celestial Realm… wasn’t it the Heavenly Court’s bedchamber?” Yao Meng asked.

Ye Qingxin froze.

Indeed…

The illusions manifested a cultivator’s deepest desires.

And Mu Zhi’an hadn’t just fantasized about women, but also about the Heavenly Court’s bedchamber.

If he had never been to the Heavenly Court, how could he have known what it looked like?

Ye Qingxin’s eyes flickered as she calmed down.

Then, she gave an answer that surprised even Yao Meng. “I’ve never seen the Heavenly Court’s bedchamber.”

“The Heavenly Court is vast, far larger than you imagine. And the place I saw when I ascended was completely different from what young friend Mu saw,” Ye Qingxin explained.

“So the scenes each person sees after ascending might be different?” Yao Meng murmured.

Ye Qingxin nodded slightly. “The Heavenly Court’s gate connects to a random location within. We can’t control it.”

She looked at the painting again, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

Despite everything, she still didn’t understand one crucial thing.

—How did he open the Heavenly Court’s gate?

She already had an answer, but she still couldn’t quite believe it.

However… as long as she continued to observe, she would find the proof.

After all, there was a ‘Heavenly Palace’ within the Heavenly Court, a place no one had ever set foot in. If Mu Zhi’an could reach it, it would confirm her suspicions.

As Mu Zhi’an continued his exploration, Ye Qingxin’s gaze shifted to the other disciples participating in the trial.

Including her descendant, Ye Yu.

The trial Ye Yu was facing wasn’t anything… indecent. After all, the Celestial Realm only manifested a cultivator’s desires, and not everyone was as obsessed with breasts as Mu Zhi’an.

Looking at Ye Yu, who had also arrived before the Heavenly Court’s gate, Ye Qingxin’s eyes twinkled with interest.

It was too early to conclude that Mu Zhi’an was the Master of the Heavenly Court just because he could open the gate.

If Ye Yu could also open it, then her earlier assumption about Mu Zhi’an would be wrong.

She watched as Ye Yu placed his hand on the gate and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Then, his Spiritual Energy surged, and he pushed the gate with all his might!

However, the ancient gate didn’t budge.

Ye Yu didn’t give up. He channeled more Spiritual Energy into his palm and pushed again.

But the gate remained motionless.

“Why… Ye Qingxin is my ancestor. Why can’t I open this gate?” Ye Yu muttered, staring at the gate with frustration in his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a stir from the old man within him. “Do you know how to pass this trial, Master?” he asked mentally.

“Even I have never been to the Heavenly Court,” the old man’s voice replied, filled with helplessness. Then, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Hmm? Someone has been here recently… There are traces of their Spiritual Energy.”

“Someone was here recently…?” Ye Yu murmured.

“But if so, why can’t I see them?”

“Could it be… they opened the gate and entered the next trial?!”

The old man pondered for a moment, sensing the residual energy.

Then, he fell silent.

Ye Yu felt a sense of unease. “Master…?”

After a long silence, the old man finally spoke. “It was Mu Zhi’an.”

Ye Yu froze, then his expression changed. He clenched his fists, slamming them against the Heavenly Court’s gate, his heart filled with rage. “Why?!” he roared inwardly.

“I’m the Child of Destiny! Why can he pass the trial, but I can’t?!”

Isn’t Ye Qingxin his ancestor?!

Why did she let Mu Zhi’an pass, but not him?!

Ye Yu felt a surge of anger and betrayal, pounding on the gate, unable to move forward.

On the Ascension Stage, Yao Meng, watching the scene unfold, chuckled softly and glanced at Ye Qingxin. “It seems your descendant isn’t very patient.”

Ye Qingxin frowned slightly but didn’t respond.

She had initially thought her descendant was quite talented and diligent, a promising young man.

However, seeing his childish outburst… he was clearly too impulsive.

Regardless, he was still a descendant of the Ye family. She would help him later, as a gesture of goodwill towards her clan.

Thinking of this, she turned her attention back to the painting.

She didn’t realize that the reason Ye Yu was so enraged wasn’t simply because he couldn’t open the gate, but because he had imagined Mu Zhi’an passing the trial.

And this Celestial Realm was created by Ye Qingxin… The fact that Mu Zhi’an had succeeded where he had failed… fueled his jealousy and frustration.

Of course, Ye Qingxin didn’t care about Ye Yu’s feelings. She was more concerned about something else…

As Mu Zhi’an entered the depths of the Heavenly Court, a breathtakingly beautiful scene appeared in the painting.

A magnificent sunset, the sky ablaze with an eternal flame, and beneath it stood a grand and ancient palace.

It was made of white jade, each piece radiating a dense Spiritual Energy.

Golden light streamed down from the heavens, converging upon the palace, its surface shimmering.

“This Heavenly Palace is entirely made of Spirit Stones, even inlaid with special Spirit Stones… If I could take a few pieces back, I could exchange them for a fortune,” Mu Zhi’an thought, looking up at the palace in awe.

Then, he summoned his flying sword and flew towards it.

Yao Meng’s lips curved into a slight smile, her beautiful eyes following his figure.

Ye Qingxin also stared at the young man in the painting, her eyes filled with surprise.

The Heavenly Palace. A mysterious place. She had visited it after ascending to the Heavenly Court, but she had been repelled by a powerful formation before she could even approach.

If she wasn’t mistaken, this was where the Master of the Heavenly Court resided.

And now, Mu Zhi’an was walking towards it, unhindered… as if he were returning home.

He entered the Heavenly Palace, and countless paper cranes filled the sky.

Even Ye Qingxin, who had ascended to the Heavenly Court, was puzzled by this sight.

Why were there so many paper cranes…?

Mu Zhi’an was equally confused. After all, he had a… special connection with paper cranes.

“More paper cranes, and they’re folded using my method…” He picked one up and unfolded it.

“A love letter…?” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity.

The letter contained words of love and affection.

He picked up another crane and unfolded it.

…Another love letter!

Mu Zhi’an opened a dozen more, and each one contained a sweet and heartfelt message.

Some were written by a young man to a girl, others were replies.

“It seems these are precious memories of the Heavenly Palace’s master… That’s why they’re kept here…” Mu Zhi’an thought, carefully folding the letters and putting them away. He was about to explore the depths of the palace when he noticed a bright pink peach blossom.

It was tucked within a paper crane.

He took the crane and unfolded it, glancing at the message inside.

Then, his gaze froze.

“I like you… I miss you.”

Mu Zhi’an was stunned. Then, he saw new words appearing on the paper: “I want to see you.”

He felt a chill run down his spine.

This person knows I’m in the Heavenly Palace… and they’re even greeting me…?

Is this Yao Meng’s prank?

Or Ye Qingxin’s doing?

Or… like the message in the Primordial Witch’s black box, was it a message from someone expressing their longing for him?

As Mu Zhi’an’s mind raced, Ye Qingxin, watching him from the Ascension Stage, murmured, “Did he see something? Why is he suddenly so still?”

Even as the Celestial Realm’s creator, she couldn’t see the contents of the letter.

Yao Meng was also curious. She formed a hand seal, her green sleeves fluttering, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with a multicolored light.

She looked at the painting again, trying to see what was written on the paper crane, but the Heavenly Court was too far away. All she could see was a blur of white mist.

“He’s going in,” Ye Qingxin suddenly said softly.

Mu Zhi’an, snapping out of his thoughts, was walking towards the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

Ye Qingxin’s hand instinctively tightened around her skirt, her gaze fixed on him.

A closer look revealed a flicker of excitement in her eyes.

Yao Meng glanced at her subtly.

She seemed a bit too excited…

Mu Zhi’an walked along the corridor, and at its end, he saw a bedchamber.

Ye Qingxin’s eyes lit up.

This place… was identical to the one in Mu Zhi’an’s earlier fantasy.

This meant… he had been here before!

As Mu Zhi’an continued deeper into the palace, he came to a simple wooden door.

An ordinary door, in the deepest part of the Heavenly Palace… It was strange. Not only Yao Meng and Ye Qingxin, but even Mu Zhi’an was curious.

He reached out and placed his hand on the door.

Instantly, he felt a powerful force drawing his Spiritual Energy away.

Mu Zhi’an’s expression changed as he realized something.

This door could only be opened with a sufficient amount of Spiritual Energy, and with his Core Formation cultivation, he wasn’t strong enough!

Suddenly, the sound of ripping paper came from the painting on the Ascension Stage.

The Celestial Realm was collapsing!

Ye Qingxin immediately reacted, forming hand seals, trying to stabilize it.

However, the ‘painting’ was shattering, like a fragile drawing, crumbling into pieces!

Boom!

Before Mu Zhi’an could open the door, the Celestial Realm on the southern bank exploded, a powerful gust of wind sweeping through the area, its Spiritual Energy dissipating.

The disciples who had been undergoing the trial reappeared on the Ascension Stage.

Mu Zhi’an clutched his chest, his face pale, his breathing ragged, his Spiritual Energy almost completely depleted. He looked up at the spot where the Celestial Realm had been, his heart pounding.

What was behind that door…?

His Core Formation Spiritual Energy had been instantly drained…

Bai Ruoxi and the others also reappeared, their eyes filled with confusion at first, then they noticed Mu Zhi’an, his face pale and his body seemingly weak.

Bai Ruoxi immediately rushed towards him, but Wei Mengrou was faster, reaching him first and supporting him.

The two women exchanged a glance, then Bai Ruoxi also hurried to his side, her eyes filled with worry.

Ye Qingxin stared at the painting, now covered in cracks, then at Mu Zhi’an, whose Spiritual Energy was almost completely depleted, her eyes thoughtful.

It seems… there’s a terrifying secret hidden behind that door in the Heavenly Palace.

Although she was disappointed that she hadn’t seen it, this trial had still been a success.

After all… she had achieved both her goals.

“Are you alright, Brother Mu?”

Ye Lingxuan looked at him with concern, noticing his pale face. She immediately took out a pill and fed it to him.

Then, she looked up at Ye Qingxin on the Ascension Stage, her eyes cold, seemingly blaming her for Mu Zhi’an’s condition.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head gently. “It’s not her fault, Lingxuan. It’s my own problem,” he said softly.

Although he was exhausted, seeing their worried expressions made him feel a warmth spread through his heart.

He had originally planned to injure himself slightly within the Celestial Realm, but that door had done it for him.

Although he was now weak and tired, at least they wouldn’t be dwelling on Yao Meng’s earlier declaration.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the Ascension Stage and met Yao Meng’s gaze.

She looked down at him, then, for some reason, a playful smile curved her lips.

Then, under everyone’s gazes, she descended from the sky, her jade-like feet treading on air.

“Are you alright?” Yao Meng asked, her eyes filled with concern, ignoring the hostile gazes of the ‘protagonists’ around him.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head weakly, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. I just encountered a difficult trial in the Celestial Realm and exhausted my Spiritual Energy.”

He thought she would be worried about him, but her eyes twinkled with amusement, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Are you referring to the… activities in the Heavenly Court’s bedchamber?”

Mu Zhi’an froze, then, noticing the playful glint in her eyes, his expression stiffened, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face.

Holy crap, did she see my fantasy…? He wanted to hide his face in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, on the Ascension Stage, Ye Qingxin looked at the scene, then she raised her hand, and a heavy ancient sword appeared in her palm.

A first-grade Artifact Spirit!

The cultivators’ eyes lit up with desire as they stared at the sword.

Then, they saw the woman in the black and red dress gracefully descend the steps of the Ascension Stage, walking towards Mu Zhi’an.

Chapter 323: Mu Zhi’an, Master of the Heavenly Court?! 

Celestial Realm techniques were special spells that only Nascent Soul cultivators could create.

However, even they couldn’t compress an entire world into a small box. Only Dao Integration experts could achieve such a feat.

Creating a Celestial Realm usually took at least a thousand years, or even longer.

And the Heavenly Court within Ye Qingxin’s palm was even more unique because it was partially connected to the real Heavenly Court.

Ye Qingxin and Yao Meng stood on the Ascension Stage, a ‘painting’ appearing before them.

As the cultivators entered the palm-sized Heavenly Court, their figures appeared within the painting.

Whispers spread through the crowd below. They were still discussing the relationship between the Jade Empress and Mu Zhi’an.

Many looked at the ethereal fairy with awe and reverence.

Although they didn’t understand her intentions, they believed that a Dao Companion worthy of the Jade Empress should be someone exceptional.

And Mu Zhi’an, a mere Core Formation cultivator, clearly wasn’t.

Of course, their opinions didn’t matter. The Jade Empress had already chosen him.

After all, if their roles were reversed, they would also gladly become a kept man.

Ye Qingxin looked up at the sky, her black and red dress billowing in the wind, her hair slightly disheveled, framing her beautiful face.

If Yao Meng was a fairy from the moon palace, then Ye Qingxin, in her black and red dress, was a fiery witch, her beautiful red eyes burning like embers.

Before entering the Celestial Realm, Ye Yu turned to Ye Qingxin and bowed respectfully. “Don’t worry, Ancestor. I’ll live up to your expectations, pass this trial, and defeat Mu Zhi’an!”

Ye Qingxin simply nodded, not saying anything.

As the young cultivators entered the Celestial Realm, her gaze shifted to Yao Meng.

Yao Meng’s green dress with white embroidery clung to her alluring figure, a captivating blend of purity and seduction. Her hair was neatly styled, a simple ribbon holding it in place, and a fiery red pendant hung around her fair neck.

Her demeanor was elegant and composed, her expression calm, as if she had complete faith in Mu Zhi’an.

“You’ve descended for the sake of your descendant?” Yao Meng suddenly asked.

“Knowing you, it doesn’t seem like something you would do.”

“What about you, Fairy Yao Meng?” Ye Qingxin asked with a smile, her eyes narrowed slightly. “You could have ascended to the Heavenly Court if you wanted to, but you chose to stay in the Nine Realms. Why?”

Yao Meng chuckled. “The Heavenly Court has its own master. I’m used to freedom. I wouldn’t be comfortable with the restrictions there.”

Ye Qingxin’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Whether the Heavenly Court has a master or not… even if it does, they’re equal to us. There are no restrictions.”

However, Yao Meng sensed a hidden meaning behind her words. “There’s no master in the Heavenly Court?” she asked.

“I haven’t seen the Heavenly Court’s Master since ascending,” Ye Qingxin revealed.

“I’ve tried to locate them through divination several times, but there was no response. Until the immortal path appeared this time, and the Heavenly Dao resonated, pointing towards the Nine Realms.”

“The Master of the Heavenly Court… is in the Nine Realms?” Yao Meng murmured, lost in thought.

Then, her eyes flickered as if realizing something, and she looked at the young man who had just entered the palm-sized Heavenly Court in the image before them.

Recalling Ye Qingxin’s actions, Yao Meng’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her meaningfully.

It seems this Ye Qingxin isn’t just here for her descendant…

“To find the Heavenly Court’s Master, even offering a first-grade Artifact Spirit as a reward… You’re quite generous,” Yao Meng said softly.

With countless geniuses gathered at the Two Polarities Sect for the Ascension Ceremony, Ye Qingxin’s method was undoubtedly the most efficient way to find the Heavenly Court’s Master.

Ye Qingxin’s black and red dress billowed in the wind as she looked up at the sky, a faint smile on her face. “If someone can truly pass this trial, it would be worth it,” she said calmly.

Even a first-grade Artifact Spirit was a small price to pay.

Yao Meng glanced at her subtly.

A first-grade Artifact Spirit was as valuable as an ancestral artifact. Although Ye Qingxin had obtained it in the Heavenly Court, she had spent a considerable amount of effort nurturing it.

And now, she was willing to give it away…

Either this trial was impossible to pass, or… the Heavenly Court’s Master was incredibly important to her, worth even a first-grade Artifact Spirit.

Regardless of the reason, this trial wasn’t a bad thing for Mu Zhi’an.

The only problem was Yao Meng’s earlier declaration of their relationship.

“He’s entered as well.”

Ye Qingxin suddenly said, her gaze fixed on the image before them.

Within the painting, a spiral staircase, shrouded in mist, stretched upwards, seemingly endless.

The immortal path!

Yao Meng watched as a young man in a black and gold robe appeared at the foot of the staircase.

Ordinary cultivators couldn’t see the details within the painting, but Yao Meng, as an Empress, was an exception.

…

“This trial is actually a good thing for me. If I go back now, I might be torn apart by Ruoxi and the others… But if I have a tough fight here and get injured, I can play the victim card… It might make things easier,” Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, looking up at the winding jade staircase.

As expected of a Celestial Realm created by a Dao Integration expert, this Heavenly Court seemed incredibly real, the surrounding mist creating an ethereal atmosphere.

And from the end of the immortal path, a faint, holy chant echoed, its calming effect soothing his restless heart.

This Heavenly Court is almost identical to the one I saw before… Mu Zhi’an closed his eyes, feeling the dense Spiritual Energy filling the air.

It invigorated him, making his pores tingle pleasantly.

There was no doubt that this was the Heavenly Court’s Spiritual Energy!

It would be great if I could bring the girls here… Mu Zhi’an suddenly thought.

Those who ascended to the Heavenly Court achieved immortality, free from the constraints of lifespan… They could enjoy themselves to their hearts’ content…

Lingxuan and Qian’er, embracing each other on the bed, their loving gazes fixed on him, waiting for his… attention.

The Lan sisters, one cold and aloof, the other seductive and alluring, their contrasting personalities incredibly tempting. The thought of sleeping with them… made his heart race.

As for Mengrou, she was more suited for… private encounters, teasing her until she blushed and became flustered…

Yao Meng’s personality was unpredictable. Sometimes, she would be submissive in bed, while other times, she would tie him up with vines and take the lead.

…Of course, both scenarios were quite enjoyable.

As for Ruoxi, her two consciousnesses had different personalities and even different figures… She was also more suited for private encounters.

As Mu Zhi’an indulged in his fantasies, the staircase before him suddenly changed, and a slender figure appeared.

She wore a moon-white dress and small white boots, her alluring figure outlined by the fabric, her ample bosom straining against her neckline.

Although her expression was cold, her figure possessed a mature sensuality that a young girl couldn’t have.

“Senior Sister?” Mu Zhi’an asked in surprise.

But he quickly realized something was wrong.

They had entered this Celestial Realm at the same time. Even if Lan Mulian had entered before him, she shouldn’t be descending the staircase.

Then, he noticed that his surroundings were changing. He was no longer on the immortal path, but in a grand and magnificent palace.

This must be deep within the Heavenly Court… But why am I here without undergoing any trial?

He looked around and saw a large, round bed in the center of the palace, and the Lan sisters were sitting on it, their hands clasped together.

Lan Feiying’s eyes were moist and seductive as she stared at him, her red cheongsam accentuating her alluring curves.

Beside her, Lan Mulian, in a moon-white dress, looked as pure and holy as a celestial maiden.

The beautiful Lan sisters looked at him with longing in their eyes, as if waiting for his embrace.

Outside the painting, Yao Meng looked at the scene, her green eyes calm. “There are even illusions within this Celestial Realm? Do you really think this trial can stop him?” she asked.

Ye Qingxin’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Whether it can stop him or not isn’t up to me, but depends on his willpower,” she replied.

“But judging from the current situation, most can’t pass this test.”

She looked at the painting before them.

Ordinary people couldn’t see the details within, but she could see the trials each participant was facing.

These talented young cultivators might be strong, but they couldn’t resist their deepest desires.

After just fifteen minutes, several images within the painting began to dim.

Each dimmed image represented a failed trial.

Seeing Mu Zhi’an finally succumbing to temptation, kissing the cold and aloof beauty in his arms, Ye Qingxin smiled faintly and glanced at the Jade Empress beside her.

“It seems even with Fairy Yao Meng as his Dao Companion, young friend Mu is still… unsatisfied…”

“But the women around him are indeed stunning. There’s no need for you to be jealous, Fairy Yao Meng,” Ye Qingxin said with a chuckle.

It seemed Ye Yu was right. This Mu Zhi’an was indeed a lecher.

But it was understandable. Surrounded by so many beauties, and unable to hide his desires within this Celestial Realm, such a reaction was only natural.

However, Yao Meng simply chuckled. “It’s good that he has beautiful women around him.”

The more beautiful women he had, the more enjoyable it would be for her.

Ye Qingxin, naturally, couldn’t understand this.

But even so, seeing him being intimate with other women was still… unpleasant…

She looked at the image of Mu Zhi’an getting into bed with the Lan sisters, her lips pursed slightly.

She placed a hand on her chest, feeling a strange mix of emotions, a surge of dissatisfaction and… a hint of jealousy?

Am I… jealous?

…

The scene changed, and Mu Zhi’an appeared in another palace, about to engage in more… intimate activities.

Ye Qingxin glanced at Yao Meng.

This Dao Companion of hers seemed to have quite a few women in his heart…

Did the Jade Empress know about this?

It seemed she didn’t…?

Seeing Yao Meng’s pursed lips and her complex expression, Ye Qingxin understood and said, “Everyone has hidden desires. This first trial simply amplifies them, manifesting their fantasies. There’s no need for you to be concerned, Fairy Yao Meng.”

Yao Meng quickly regained her composure and chuckled. “I know it’s just a trial, but these are still his fantasies, aren’t they?”

“But I don’t mind,” she added.

Ye Qingxin smiled faintly. “I’m glad you’re so understanding, Fairy Yao Meng.”

Even so, seeing your Dao Companion being intimate with other women must be unpleasant…

Judging from Yao Meng’s expression earlier, she knew exactly what she was thinking.

However, this farce should be ending soon.

The duration of the illusions within this Celestial Realm was determined by a cultivator’s consciousness.

The stronger the consciousness, the longer the illusions lasted. Normally, a cultivator could only maintain them for about fifteen minutes.

And Mu Zhi’an had already lasted for almost half an hour. His consciousness was truly remarkable.

He should be reaching his limit soon—

Just as Ye Qingxin thought this, she heard the fairy beside her chuckle softly, as if she had seen something amusing.

Ye Qingxin raised an eyebrow and looked at the painting.

Then, her gaze froze.

The scene within the palace had changed again. A woman now lay on the white bed.

She was dressed in a black and red dress, her figure alluring and seductive, her feet clad in delicate black embroidered shoes, her ample bosom straining against the fabric of her dress.

And from the side, a glimpse of her fair skin was visible.

Mu Zhi’an was holding her hand, even bending down to remove her shoes, revealing her delicate, jade-like feet.

Yao Meng, her eyes filled with amusement, looked at Ye Qingxin’s slightly uncomfortable expression. “It’s just an amplification of his hidden desires. There’s no need to be concerned,” she said.

After a moment of silence, Ye Qingxin chuckled. “Your Dao Companion has quite the imagination.”

She hadn’t expected that after observing several disciples’ trials, she herself would become a… protagonist…

The scene changed again. Mu Zhi’an pushed the woman in the black and red dress onto the bed, holding her wrists down as he kissed her cheek, then, slowly and skillfully, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

It started with just a kiss, but gradually, Mu Zhi’an became bolder…

Ye Qingxin bit her lip, her consciousness trembling, her cheeks burning.

An hour later.

As Mu Zhi’an left the Heavenly Court’s bedchamber, his clothes disheveled, Ye Qingxin fell into deep thought.

“Well?” Yao Meng’s soft voice came from beside her.

Ye Qingxin hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. “He passed the first trial…”

“But the true trial… can’t be overcome with such… methods…”

Others passed the trial by resisting their desires.

But Mu Zhi’an had chosen to embrace them, indulging in his fantasies, even… with her.

Looking at the image of her disheveled self lying on the bed, her cheeks flushed, Ye Qingxin wanted to hide her face and drag Mu Zhi’an out of that Celestial Realm.

However, passing the first trial didn’t mean he could pass the second.

After all, the second trial had only one solution.

As the image faded, Ye Qingxin regained her composure, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an within the painting.

He had arrived at the second trial.

Before him stood a massive bronze gate, its aura ancient and majestic.

Yao Meng raised an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on the gate, her eyes flickering.

She felt that there was something unusual about it.

She had been on the immortal path and had even seen that gate, so she was familiar with its aura.

And now, she sensed the same aura emanating from this gate within the Celestial Realm!

She glanced at Ye Qingxin, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“You connected the Heavenly Court’s gate to this Celestial Realm?”

No wonder she was so confident… Even the most talented cultivator couldn’t pass this trial.

Those participating in the trial could obtain great fortune, as long as they passed the first test.

But the second trial… wasn’t meant for them!

Ye Qingxin’s true purpose for descending to the Nine Realms was to find the Heavenly Court’s Master.

And there was only one person in this world who could open that gate without fulfilling any requirements.

—The Master of the Heavenly Court!

As long as Ye Yu passed the first trial, he would encounter Mu Zhi’an before the Heavenly Court’s gate, and then, they would have a fair duel.

This was Ye Qingxin’s true intention.

Ye Qingxin simply smiled elegantly, not answering Yao Meng’s question.

This woman is truly cunning… Yao Meng looked away, her clear eyes fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

Although she was surprised, she had faith in him. Even against Ye Yu, he would be able to win.

Besides, this trip wasn’t a complete waste. She had seen some… interesting things.

For example, Mu Zhi’an being intimate with other women, even having her, the Jade Empress, in various… compromising positions.

Under their gazes, Mu Zhi’an arrived before the Heavenly Court’s gate.

He slowly reached out and touched it.

He closed his eyes, as if preparing himself.

Meanwhile, on the Ascension Stage, Ye Qingxin glanced at one of the paintings and saw Ye Yu, having passed the first trial, ascending the staircase. A look of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

Although he wasn’t as fast as Mu Zhi’an, he was still faster than most of the other prodigies.

Her descendant was truly talented.

Once Ye Yu passed the trial, he would encounter Mu Zhi’an before the Heavenly Court’s gate.

And then, her goal would be achieved.

Ye Qingxin’s lips curved into a seductive smile as she looked at Mu Zhi’an.

He had opened his eyes, his Spiritual Energy stabilized, his black and gold robe giving him an air of elegance and nobility. His profile was undeniably handsome.

Few could compare to him in terms of appearance.

However, in the world of cultivation, looks weren’t everything…

Ye Qingxin was about to look away and observe the other participants when a bright light suddenly caught her eye.

She narrowed her eyes and turned to look.

A brilliant, boundless light was emanating from the painting, surging like a tidal wave.

And then, under Ye Qingxin’s widening eyes, she saw an unforgettable scene.

Mu Zhi’an, within the painting, placed his hand on the Heavenly Court’s gate.

Then, without any resistance, he slowly pushed it open.