Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 306: Summoning Your Own Worst Enemy

Although the Demon Realm Empress’s words were unspoken, Wei Mengrou could read her lips.

“He’s my Dao Companion.”

That was definitely what she had intended to say.

If it were Bai Ruoxi, she would probably be looking at Mu Zhi’an with a heartbroken expression, her eyes filled with tears.

But Wei Mengrou was different.

I’m just a maid. What’s the point of provoking me?

She looked away, then glanced at Mu Zhi’an.

He met her gaze and smiled reassuringly.

But his smile made her feel a strange mix of emotions.

She was in trouble, and Mu Zhi’an had indirectly asked the Demon Realm Empress for help, which meant he now owed her a favor…

If the Demon Realm Empress used this favor to make demands…

…It suddenly turned into an NTR scenario.

And it was all because she was too weak.

If she were at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm… no, even at the seventh-grade, what could Gu Bo Xing do? She could protect herself and wouldn’t need the Demon Realm Empress’s help, and Mu Zhi’an wouldn’t owe her a favor.

Wei Mengrou’s hand instinctively tightened around her skirt as she looked up at Gu Bo Xing.

For some reason, she felt a strange aura emanating from the Imperial Advisor.

“Be careful,” she transmitted her voice to Mu Zhi’an.

Logically, Gu Bo Xing should retreat upon seeing the Demon Realm Empress, but he showed no signs of backing down, as if he intended to fight her.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on Gu Bo Xing.

Something was definitely wrong… The difference between the Dao Integration Realm and the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm was like heaven and earth. Even though the Demon Realm Empress here was just a wisp of will, so was Gu Bo Xing.

Why did he still have the courage to challenge her?

“You seem quite fond of this young Core Formation cultivator, Your Majesty,” Gu Bo Xing said slowly.

“If you take Mu Zhi’an away, I won’t interfere. How about that?”

“Whether the Calamity Body can truly affect the Great Qian Dynasty is still unknown. And I’m not after that maid for the sake of the dynasty. I can swear on that.”

As he spoke, the Great Dao resonated, confirming his words.

He believed the Demon Realm Empress had intervened to prevent him from taking Wei Mengrou because she wanted the Calamity Body to weaken the dynasty’s fate. His offer was meant to reassure her and persuade her to back down.

However, Mu Zhi’an suddenly chuckled. “Oaths to the Great Dao aren’t always reliable. I’ve used the Great Dao to play word games before. Your words aren’t very convincing, Imperial Advisor.”

Gu Bo Xing frowned slightly and looked at the Demon Realm Empress.

Her motives were twofold: Mu Zhi’an and weakening the Great Qian Dynasty with the Calamity Body. He had made a concession. Would she accept it?

Mu Zhi’an also looked at her. Although he was confident she would intervene, he wasn’t sure if she would accept Gu Bo Xing’s offer.

If she abandons Mengrou, I’ll have to call Lin Ling… I wonder if Yao Meng is in the courtyard… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

Seeing that the Demon Realm Empress didn’t answer, Gu Bo Xing was about to speak again.

Suddenly, she glanced at him, her seductive eyes cold.

“Since when did you think you were qualified to negotiate with me?” she asked softly.

Boom!

The entire hall shook violently, a terrifying pressure filling the air.

Gu Bo Xing was skilled in divination, but he had underestimated the Demon Realm Empress’s pride, and… one crucial detail.

Mu Zhi’an wasn’t her subordinate, but her Dao Companion!

Therefore, she wouldn’t hand over his maid.

The Spiritual Energy in the hall seemed to vanish, replaced by a deafening roar. Gu Bo Xing reacted quickly, throwing a talisman.

However, an invisible force blocked the talisman, and it exploded harmlessly behind the Demon Realm Empress, the flames crackling.

Her eyes, like burning embers, were alluring and captivating.

Without even using any techniques, her Dao Integration aura alone made the ground tremble.

Fiery black streams of energy, like tiny snakes, swirled around her, devouring the Spiritual Energy in the air. Her hair billowed around her as she looked down at the man on the ground.

“Kneel.”

The immense pressure forced Gu Bo Xing to his knees, cracks appearing on the floor beneath him!

He gasped for air, his forehead covered in sweat, his teeth clenched, a fierce glint in his eyes.

This plan had a 90% chance of success, assuming the Demon Realm Empress wasn’t involved.

He had anticipated the Jade Empress and Ling Long, but he hadn’t expected the Demon Realm Empress to be with Mu Zhi’an!

But if he retreated now, he might never have another opportunity…

The Calamity Body was crucial to the Great Qian Dynasty’s fate, and more importantly… she was likely connected to the former master of the World Sea.

His own cultivation technique originated from the World Sea, a technique left behind by the Primordial Witch.

The Primordial Witch was proficient in countless techniques, her attacks unpredictable, her knowledge encompassing divination, alchemy, Artifact Spirit awakening, and more… He wasn’t as powerful as her, but he was also skilled in divination.

He had performed a divination in the past, and the result was: obtaining the Calamity Body would grant him a chance to achieve Dao Integration!

The Calamity Body likely held the key to the Primordial Witch’s secrets…

Gu Bo Xing struggled to raise his head, his gaze fixed on the Demon Realm Empress. “Perhaps I’m not qualified, but what about a Dao Integration expert from your era?!”

He slammed his hand on the ground, and his Spiritual Energy surged.

A massive shadow emerged behind him, growing stronger as he poured his energy into it.

The Demon Realm Empress narrowed her eyes, observing the swirling shadow.

“Soul Summoning?”

This technique consumed over 70% of a cultivator’s Spiritual Energy within their Vessel, but in exchange, it allowed them to summon a Dao Integration expert.

However, the requirements for using this technique were incredibly strict. Firstly, one needed to have received a blessing from the Dao Integration expert they wished to summon. Secondly, the expert had to be willing to be summoned.

This Gu Bo Xing must have obtained a significant blessing during his time in the World Sea.

However, the price of this technique was steep. It would permanently decrease his cultivation by 20%.

He was willing to pay such a price just to take Wei Mengrou…

The black mist behind Gu Bo Xing churned, and within it, an alluring figure silently appeared.

Clang!

An ancient bell seemed to toll within the hall as a dense black mist swirled around the figure. Although her features were hidden, the aura she emanated was no weaker than the Demon Realm Empress’s!

Gu Bo Xing’s eyes were filled with excitement.

This was a Dao Integration expert, a true Dao Integration expert, summoned at the cost of 20% of his cultivation!

Although she couldn’t unleash the full power of a Dao Integration cultivator, she was definitely stronger than a mere wisp of the Demon Realm Empress’s will!

And that was enough!

After all, his goal was simple: to take Wei Mengrou!

Gu Bo Xing knelt and bowed, his voice filled with reverence. “Please, Senior, stop the Demon Realm Empress!”

The figure in the black mist glanced at the Imperial Advisor who had summoned her. Although her eyes were hidden, she seemed to be lost in thought, as if remembering something.

Meanwhile, the Demon Realm Empress, her hair billowing in the wind, her alluring eyes now filled with a hint of seriousness, watched them.

If she were in her true body, she wouldn’t fear a Dao Integration expert summoned by the Soul Summoning technique, but she was just a wisp of will now.

Behind her, Mu Zhi’an also stared at the figure in the black mist, his eyes filled with surprise, as well as a strange sense of familiarity.

“Although I can’t see her face, those curves… at least a C-cup, a perfect handful, and those long legs… I’ve seen her somewhere before…”

Gu Bo Xing slowly stood up, a confident smile returning to his face as he looked at Mu Zhi’an.

“It seems you’ve lost, young friend Mu.”

He had to admit, this Mu Zhi’an was clever. He had anticipated that he might try to enter his dreams and had made preparations.

Although he didn’t understand why he had earned the Demon Realm Empress’s favor… distant water couldn’t quench present thirst. No matter how powerful the Demon Realm Empress was, her true body was far away in the Northern Realm. She couldn’t possibly arrive in time.

Besides, if the Demon Realm Empress entered the Eastern Realm, it would be a completely different story.

Mu Zhi’an ignored Gu Bo Xing, his gaze fixed on the approaching figure, his mind racing.

This figure, these curves… I’ve definitely seen her somewhere before. Think…

Think… As his mind raced, the black mist around the figure surged, like a stone thrown into a lake, rippling outwards.

Boom!

A powerful gust of wind swept through the hall as the figure in the black mist walked towards the Demon Realm Empress.

At the same time, Gu Bo Xing was also ready to act, his gaze fixed on Wei Mengrou.

Once the two Dao Integration experts clashed, it would be his chance!

The Demon Realm Empress’s expression darkened as she glared at Gu Bo Xing.

She was confident in her strength, but Gu Bo Xing’s target wasn’t her, but Wei Mengrou. He was just trying to stall her.

If he took Wei Mengrou away right before her eyes, how disappointed would Mu Zhi’an be?

The black mist surged, and the Demon Realm Empress’s eyes turned colder. Finally, the entire hall was enveloped in darkness.

Just as the figure in the black mist was about to attack, Mu Zhi’an seemed to realize something. He looked at Wei Mengrou, his eyes widening. “Holy crap, wife… I mean, the Primordial Witch?!” he exclaimed.

Yes, this figure was the Primordial Witch, the former master of the World Sea!

The blessing Gu Bo Xing had received in the World Sea had come from the Primordial Witch. Therefore, the Dao Integration expert he could summon with the Soul Summoning technique… was naturally the Primordial Witch!

And the black mist was the Southern Wilderness’s secret technique, also left behind by the Primordial Witch!

No wonder she looked familiar. The Primordial Witch was Wei Mengrou! Apart from their hair color, their figures were identical, like twins!

As he spoke, the figure in the black mist froze and slowly turned to look at him.

After a moment of silence, a soft, delicate voice, tinged with a hint of illness, echoed through the hall.

“Mu Lang…”

Gu Bo Xing’s body stiffened as her gentle voice reverberated through the air.

Chapter 305: The Demon Realm Empress: He’s My Dao Companion 

Wei Mengrou held a special place in Mu Zhi’an’s heart.

She had been protecting him secretly ever since they were in Tianxuan City, although back then, her disdain and contempt for him were evident.

The reason was simple: he had been a spoiled playboy, obsessed with women and breasts.

Even though her opinion of him had changed later, one impression remained: he was a lecher.

Even though he had changed, his true nature remained the same.

In the past, even Mu Zhi’an wouldn’t have imagined being together with Wei Mengrou.

Her current response, although ambiguous, meant the same as acceptance to him. She hadn’t refused, nor had she left the room.

This was a tacit agreement.

Mu Zhi’an gazed at Wei Mengrou’s profile, her aloof beauty even more captivating in the dim light. She seemed uncomfortable with the intimate atmosphere, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her skirt.

He reached out and gently took her hand.

Her hand was cool and soft to the touch, reminding him of the time she had helped him refine his Spiritual Energy. His desire to push her onto the bed and ravage her intensified.

Suppressing his urge, Mu Zhi’an said softly, “Let’s go to bed early, Mengrou.”

Despite trying to hide it, Wei Mengrou sensed the burning desire in his eyes. She glanced at him and warned him, “Just to be clear, the Ascension Ceremony is still ongoing, and I have a match tomorrow. Even if I stay in your room, we’ll only meditate… No funny business.”

She lowered her head slightly as she spoke.

Mu Zhi’an glanced at her long, fair legs, their beauty accentuated by her yellow dress.

He discreetly withdrew his gaze and nodded seriously. “Don’t worry, Mengrou. I know what I’m doing. No funny business.”

However, his eyes held a mischievous glint.

And once they were in bed, he might not be the one taking the initiative.

As for the Ascension Ceremony… with Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace, even if they stayed up all night, Wei Mengrou’s Spiritual Energy wouldn’t be affected.

After all, the boost from his Innate Celestial Furnace was far greater than ordinary cultivation.

Seeing her distrust, Mu Zhi’an stepped forward, and under her wary gaze, he gently lifted her into his arms, one hand supporting her legs, the other behind her neck.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes turned cold as she lightly punched his shoulder. “Put me down. I can walk myself.”

Normally, she could easily break free from such a hold, but for some reason, her struggles were weak, and she couldn’t escape his embrace.

Her squirming only made her seem more like she was… acting coy.

The usually aloof and cold maid acting so shy and helpless… This stark contrast made even a seasoned veteran like Mu Zhi’an’s heart race.

Sensing his heated gaze, Wei Mengrou’s cheeks flushed, but she maintained her cold demeanor, trying to preserve her dignity.

“Are you going back on your word?” she asked coldly, avoiding his gaze.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head and chuckled. “Of course not. We’re just sleeping together tonight… I won’t do anything.”

Although he didn’t believe his own words, he truly wouldn’t do anything too outrageous these next few days.

After all, during the Ascension Ceremony, cultivators from all over the Nine Realms had gathered, making the sect a mix of fish and dragons.

Although he didn’t think anyone would dare to cause trouble within the Two Polarities Sect… some people would stop at nothing to obtain the Calamity Body.

“Are you embarrassed, Mengrou?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly asked.

Wei Mengrou glared at him disdainfully, as if saying: Because of you?

Mu Zhi’an chuckled, holding her tightly, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face.

As if to prove she wasn’t embarrassed, Wei Mengrou met his gaze, her bright eyes reflecting his handsome features.

A faint light flickered in her eyes in the candlelight.

After a while, her grip on his arm tightened, her nails digging into his skin.

A blush crept up her cheeks, her usual coldness replaced by a captivating allure.

Then, she buried her face in his chest.

“Y-you win,” she murmured.

Her voice was barely a whisper, yet Mu Zhi’an heard it clearly.

For a moment, he thought he had misheard.

He looked down at the beauty in his arms, her delicate feet dangling in the air, and asked softly, “Are you embarrassed?”

Wei Mengrou, her head still lowered, murmured a soft “Mm.”

This is too much… Mu Zhi’an’s heart pounded. Unable to contain himself any longer, he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down.

Wei Mengrou tried to sit up, but Mu Zhi’an gently held her wrists, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face and her rosy lips.

He drew the curtains, and in the dim light, he leaned down, kissing her cheek, then her lips, his kisses trailing down to her delicate neck.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes softened, her gaze hazy with desire, her hands weakly pushing against his chest, as if trying to resist, but her movements lacked strength.

Despite being a peak Core Formation cultivator, she felt powerless.

She opened her eyes slightly, looking at Mu Zhi’an, who was now showering her with affection, her vision blurring.

Mu Zhi’an wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, “Is this alright, Mengrou?”

She didn’t answer.

His hands moved upwards, exploring her body.

Wei Mengrou’s heart trembled. She opened her eyes, meeting Mu Zhi’an’s tender gaze. She instinctively turned her head away, hiding her face against his chest, avoiding his intense stare, revealing only the elegant curve of her neck.

“We agreed to just meditate tonight… Mm…”

Her words were cut short as his lips captured hers. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but for some reason, she wasn’t truly shocked.

After all, this man was a skilled liar. He had tricked Bai Ruoxi before… Wei Mengrou stared at him, her hands slowly moving to his waist.

Just as Mu Zhi’an thought she was becoming aroused, her fingers dug into his sides.

The sudden pain almost made him cry out, but seeing her disdainful, “serves you right” expression, he quickly regained his composure, his gaze still tender and loving, as if saying: As long as it’s you, Mengrou, I don’t mind even if you step on me.

Wei Mengrou was silent for a long time, her heart softening as her gaze, initially filled with disdain, gradually softened.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

After a while, they parted. “D-don’t… touch my dress… What if you tear it?” Wei Mengrou stammered.

“I’m just curious about where the buttons are… Nothing else…” Mu Zhi’an said, his fingers exploring her dress with a scholarly curiosity.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes flickered. “There are no buttons. It’s tied with a ribbon… I’m just telling you, not giving you permission to untie it,” she whispered.

“Don’t… blame me if you keep touching me…”

“…”

After about half an hour, Wei Mengrou sat up, smoothing her dress and her hair. She turned to look at the young man behind her.

“And you said you wouldn’t do anything tonight…?”

Mu Zhi’an coughed lightly. “You might not believe this, but it’s because you’re too alluring.”

“My fault?”

Wei Mengrou glared at him, but seeing his sincere gaze, she couldn’t help but purse her lips, suppressing a smile.

Being praised felt… surprisingly good… She had found Mu Zhi’an’s sweet nothings to Bai Ruoxi disgusting and insincere.

But hearing those words from him now made her heart flutter.

It turned out that being a spectator and being a participant were two completely different experiences.

Just as Wei Mengrou thought he would continue, Mu Zhi’an took out a bronze mirror from his storage ring.

Wei Mengrou composed herself and asked, her brow furrowed slightly, “What’s that?”

“A bronze mirror the Demon Realm Empress gave me. I can use it to contact her directly, even converse with her,” Mu Zhi’an explained.

“During the Ascension Ceremony, some factions might try to take advantage of the chaos.”

He placed the mirror in her hand, straightened her collar, and chuckled. “I’m the ‘fish’ they’re after, but now, so are you.”

“You possess the Innate Celestial Furnace, so many are interested in you. But I’m different…” Wei Mengrou said softly.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head and chuckled. “Not just others… There’s one right here, isn’t there?”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him, about to retort, but remembering what had just happened, she fell silent.

“What does this mirror have to do with taking advantage of the chaos?”

“Have you heard of Dream Manipulation, Mengrou?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes flickered. “The secret technique that allows one to enter another’s dreams…?”

Mu Zhi’an played with her hair, which cascaded down her back. “The former tutor probably told the Great Qian Dynasty about Lin Ling’s presence in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Even a fool wouldn’t dare to enter now.”

Although Lin Ling was adorable and somewhat naive, it didn’t mean she would stand by and watch if Mu Zhi’an and Wei Mengrou were taken away. Any outside force that dared to enter the Garden of Heavenly Harmony would be obliterated.

“Are you planning to use this mirror to counter Gu Bo Xing?” Wei Mengrou murmured.

“But if the Demon Realm Empress finds out…”

“She’ll help us,” Mu Zhi’an said confidently.

Even the Demon Realm Empress wouldn’t want the Calamity Body to fall into the Great Qian Dynasty’s hands, especially now that she was also interested in him.

She had already invited him and Wei Mengrou to the Demon Realm. This was the perfect opportunity to curry favor with her.

“Let’s meditate and cultivate for now. If nothing happens, that’s for the best. But if he comes… he’ll have to pay the price.”

…

Night fell.

Gu Bo Xing, his figure like a phantom, walked through the Two Polarities Sect, arriving at a large hall.

Despite the late hour, the sect was still bustling with activity due to the Ascension Ceremony. The ancient bronze hall stood majestically amidst the falling snow, its aura elegant and timeless. Disciples occasionally passed through its doors, but none noticed Gu Bo Xing’s presence.

This was to be expected.

At the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, half a step into Soul Transformation, his physical body was almost irrelevant. Even if it were destroyed, as long as a sliver of his consciousness remained, he could be reborn.

It was this confidence that allowed him to enter the Two Polarities Sect so boldly.

As soon as he stepped into the Jade Glass Palace, he sensed a powerful aura approaching.

Although it was being concealed, Gu Bo Xing still recognized the terrifying pressure.

Ling Long!

The rumors were true. She was indeed residing in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony!

And if the Jade Empress was also there, it meant that two Dao Integration experts were living in that small courtyard.

If this news spread, no one would believe it.

Even with the power of the dynasty’s fate and the faith of its people, he wouldn’t dare to offend two Dao Integration experts simultaneously.

Fortunately, he wasn’t after Mu Zhi’an, but… Wei Mengrou.

As long as he could extract her consciousness, his mission would be complete.

If he entered the Garden of Heavenly Harmony directly, his plan would surely fail. Although Wei Mengrou wasn’t related to the Jade Empress or Ling Long, they would likely protect her for Mu Zhi’an’s sake.

From the very beginning, Gu Bo Xing hadn’t planned to enter the courtyard.

As long as he could bring Wei Mengrou into the dream realm, he would win.

Dream Manipulation. This technique allowed him to silently kill his targets within their dreams. With a slight modification, he could also extract their consciousness.

Even a Dao Integration expert wouldn’t be able to detect this secret technique, as long as he was careful, unless they were constantly protecting their target.

However… even if Ling Long was secretly protecting Mu Zhi’an, she couldn’t possibly be guarding Wei Mengrou as well, could she?

Gu Bo Xing clasped his hands together and activated the secret technique. A wisp of green smoke silently drifted towards the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

…

Deep within the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, in a certain room.

A cool breeze blew, and a wisp of green smoke silently drifted into the room.

Almost instantly, the two meditating figures felt a wave of dizziness.

Mu Zhi’an opened his eyes and turned to Wei Mengrou, who had also awakened. “Mengrou,” he said softly.

Wei Mengrou nodded slightly and took out the bronze mirror.

As they infused their Spiritual Energy into it, deep within the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm Empress, who was meditating on her throne, slowly opened her alluring eyes.

…

Wei Mengrou’s vision blurred, turning white. When it cleared, she was no longer in Mu Zhi’an’s room, but in a grand and ancient hall.

Two captivating statues of giant pythons stood on either side of the entrance, their presence imposing.

“Is this where you spoke with her?” Wei Mengrou asked softly.

Mu Zhi’an nodded slightly, about to speak.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind them. “Young friend Mu, you and your maid are truly inseparable.”

They turned around simultaneously and saw a man in Daoist robes standing at the end of the hall.

He was smiling, his demeanor calm and friendly, yet he exuded an aura of authority and mystery, like a master strategist.

Wei Mengrou instantly recognized him. Her eyes turned cold. “Gu Bo Xing.”

Mu Zhi’an also stared at him, his eyes filled with suspicion, as he instinctively took a step back.

“How are you here…? This is a dream realm within my magical treasure. How did you enter?!” Mu Zhi’an asked, his voice filled with alarm.

Gu Bo Xing chuckled. “My Dream Manipulation technique can enter any dream realm. No matter where you and your maid flee, I can still find you.”

He glanced around the hall, his gaze lingering on the two alluring python statues for a moment before shifting back to Mu Zhi’an. “So you’re a spy from the Demon Realm,” he said coldly.

He had been suspicious of the Demon Realm Empress’s actions that day, and seeing this hall now confirmed his suspicions.

The reason the Demon Realm Empress had saved Mu Zhi’an in the Martial Realm was not only to prevent the Calamity Body from being taken by the Great Qian Dynasty, but also to protect her subordinate.

This hall clearly belonged to the Demon Realm. It was evident that Mu Zhi’an was using this magical treasure to cooperate with the Demon Realm, providing them with information.

As for the reason… the Demon Realm must have offered him some kind of reward.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

Gu Bo Xing’s eyes gleamed. “I just want your maid. Hand her over, and I’ll keep your secret,” he said with a smile.

“If the Two Polarities Sect finds out you’re collaborating with demonic cultivators, you know the consequences. Even the Jade Empress wouldn’t protect you.”

Mu Zhi’an frowned. “There are good people even among demonic cultivators. You shouldn’t generalize,” he retorted, turning the tables on Gu Bo Xing.

“Tell that to the Two Polarities Sect. Do you think they’ll believe you?” Gu Bo Xing sneered, his gaze shifting to Wei Mengrou.

Then, he said gently, “Young friend Mu, you know how important the Calamity Body is to the Great Qian Dynasty. This is for the sake of the dynasty’s fate, and for the Eastern Realm.”

Mu Zhi’an looked up at him. “How do you explain your trespassing into the Two Polarities Sect, Imperial Advisor?”

“It’s all for the Great Qian Dynasty. I’m sure even the Sect Master will understand,” Gu Bo Xing said in a low voice.

He was planning to act first and deal with the consequences later, just like in the Martial Realm.

“Are you truly determined to eliminate us, Imperial Advisor?” Mu Zhi’an asked, shielding Wei Mengrou with his body, his gaze fixed on the man in Daoist robes.

“I bear you no ill will, young friend Mu, but…”

Gu Bo Xing paused. “You’re providing information to the Demon Realm. That’s treason. I can pretend I didn’t see anything if you leave now. But if you insist on defying me…”

Although he didn’t finish his sentence, his threat was clear.

Mu Zhi’an sighed.

“I believe human cultivators and demonic cultivators can coexist peacefully. Your prejudice against the Demon Realm is too strong, Imperial Advisor.”

“What do you think, Your Majesty?”

As soon as he spoke, Gu Bo Xing froze.

He had considered Ling Long and the Jade Empress, calculating that they wouldn’t constantly protect Wei Mengrou, but he had overlooked the Demon Realm Empress!

No… it wasn’t an oversight. He simply hadn’t believed she would intervene for a mere Core Formation cultivator.

But now…

Gu Bo Xing looked around cautiously, his eyes filled with suspicion.

After a moment, seeing that nothing happened, he glared at Mu Zhi’an coldly.

This bluffing little brat!

“Since you refuse to cooperate, young friend Mu, I’ll have to force your hand.”

Gu Bo Xing raised his hand, and a giant palm slowly reached towards Wei Mengrou.

The pressure also targeted Mu Zhi’an, as if trying to crush him beneath its weight.

Like a mountain pressing down on him, Mu Zhi’an’s legs almost buckled, but he struggled to resist the immense force.

Gu Bo Xing looked at him coldly, wanting to see fear and despair in his eyes, to avenge his humiliation in the Martial Realm.

But Mu Zhi’an’s expression remained calm, his gaze fixed on Gu Bo Xing, as if mocking him: Is this all a Soul Transformation cultivator can do?

This only fueled Gu Bo Xing’s anger. He clenched his fist, and the pressure intensified, like a crashing wave.

Then, the pressure suddenly vanished.

The seductive sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed through the hall, and a powerful aura descended from above!

A soft, alluring voice rang out.

“It seems you have some objections to our demonic cultivators, Imperial Advisor.”

As the voice echoed through the hall, Gu Bo Xing’s aura dissipated, and he froze, his body stiffening. He looked up and saw a tall, alluring woman walking towards them, her every step seductive.

“The Demon Realm Empress?!”

Gu Bo Xing stared at her, his eyes filled with disbelief. “I wasn’t planning to harm your subordinate. The Great Qian Dynasty’s matters and the Calamity Body have nothing to do with you!” he said in a low voice.

The Demon Realm Empress turned her head slightly, her captivating eyes fixed on him, a charming smile curving her lips.

“He’s not my subordinate. He’s…”

She glanced at Wei Mengrou and mouthed a few words silently.

Chapter 304: The Demon Realm Empress: I Want to Him 

Great Qian Dynasty.

The Emperor awoke from his meditation, the vast hall silent except for the presence of his Grand Eunuch, who stood guard beside him.

The spacious bedchamber was empty. His consorts, the Empress, and even the palace maids had been banished long ago.

The Emperor had practiced abstinence for over a decade. Now in his sixties, he had appointed Gu Bo Xing as the Imperial Advisor and followed the path of cultivation, seeking immortality, aiming to become the first emperor in history to achieve enlightenment through cultivation.

While other emperors in the Nine Realms enjoyed harems of three thousand, the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty had devoted himself to cultivation, seeking longevity to maintain his grip on power.

Naturally, this caused widespread discontent, but he was the Emperor. No matter how dissatisfied they were, they could only suppress their resentment.

As for the ministers’ remonstrations?

There were some, but very few. The current political strife within the court was orchestrated by the Emperor himself. Only with conflict among his officials could he maintain his authority.

“Has Your Majesty finished your meditation?” the Grand Eunuch asked, hurrying to his side.

However, the Emperor, his face flushed with excitement, stood up and strode out of the bedchamber. He looked up at the sky, his gaze fixed on something invisible to ordinary people.

Spiritual Energy!

A dense wave of Spiritual Energy was washing over the dynasty!

The Emperor calmed himself down, took a deep breath, and said, “Summon the Imperial Advisor. I have something to discuss with him.”

…

A moment later, a man with a resolute face, dressed in Daoist robes, strode into the hall.

The Emperor rose to greet him, dismissing the Grand Eunuch with a wave of his hand. “Imperial Advisor—”

Gu Bo Xing nodded slightly, interrupting him. “I already know what Your Majesty wants to say.”

“The Primordial Demon Emperor’s death has ushered in the era of immortals. The rules of heaven and earth are changing. The Spiritual Energy in this world will soon be sufficient for me to comprehend Dao Rhyme and reach the Soul Transformation Realm.”

The Emperor’s eyes gleamed. “If you reach the Soul Transformation Realm, Imperial Advisor…”

Gu Bo Xing, seemingly knowing what he wanted to say, smiled. “Once I reach the Soul Transformation Realm, Your Majesty will also be able to achieve longevity using the dynasty’s power of faith. Although you might not live forever, you’ll be able to rule this dynasty for at least a thousand years.”

The Emperor’s face lit up with joy. “Excellent!”

However, Gu Bo Xing paused, then said softly, “But before that, Your Majesty’s dynasty might fall.”

The Emperor froze.

After a moment, he frowned. “What do you mean, Imperial Advisor?”

Gu Bo Xing looked at him intently. “It seems Your Majesty hasn’t remembered yet… the matter of the Calamity Body…”

The Emperor stared at him, his brow furrowed, remaining silent.

“It is said that the Sect Master of the Two Polarities Sect is proficient in the secrets of all nine peaks and can perceive Heavenly Secrets. If it weren’t for the changes in the rules of heaven and earth, even I might have forgotten about the Calamity Body…” Gu Bo Xing said in a low voice, his tone filled with awe.

“Are you saying… we’ve already identified the Calamity Body, but our memories were erased…?” the Emperor asked, finally understanding.

Gu Bo Xing nodded slightly. “Your Majesty should remember Mu Zhi’an, the Mu family’s young master who injured the Third Prince. His maid is the Calamity Body.”

He had only remembered these concealed memories after the rules of heaven and earth changed. Wei Mengrou was the Calamity Body, and he had tried to take her away, but he had been stopped by the Demon Realm Empress…

And she had intervened for a mere young cultivator?

Even a fool wouldn’t believe that.

The most likely reason for the Demon Realm Empress protecting Wei Mengrou was to let the Calamity Body weaken the Great Qian Dynasty.

And after that, the Demon Realm could invade the Eastern Realm.

The Emperor’s brow furrowed deeply. “If the Two Polarities Sect’s Sect Master truly erased our memories of the Calamity Body, it means she wants to protect that maid. If that’s the case…”

“We’ll have to cooperate with others,” Gu Bo Xing said softly.

“It’s difficult for the Great Qian Dynasty alone to challenge the Two Polarities Sect. But what we can’t do, others might be able to.”

The Emperor frowned, lost in thought.

Then, Gu Bo Xing continued, “However, before that, I need to make one last attempt. If it works, we won’t need to rely on others.”

“What do you mean, Imperial Advisor…?”

“I have a secret technique that allows me to silently enter another’s dream and extract their consciousness,” Gu Bo Xing said with a faint smile.

“If I enter the sect in person, I’ll be discovered immediately… But if it’s just a wisp of my will, it won’t be so easily detected.”

“So you were stopped by the Demon Realm Empress in the Martial Realm?” the Emperor asked, his voice filled with concern.

Gu Bo Xing nodded slightly. “From her perspective, it’s not in the Demon Realm’s interest for Wei Mengrou to be taken away. The Calamity Body can affect a dynasty’s fate. If we use Wei Mengrou to solve the dynasty’s problems, it would be a disadvantage for the Demon Realm.”

“After all, the Great Qian Dynasty’s fate also indirectly affects the cultivators of the Eastern Realm.”

Simply put, cultivators with Eastern Realm bloodlines received a bonus to their luck, including Dao Integration experts.

If the Demon Realm Empress wanted to conquer the Eastern Realm, she would have to deal with the Great Qian Dynasty’s fate first.

“However, this is still the Eastern Realm, and Wei Mengrou is within the Two Polarities Sect.”

A confident smile appeared on Gu Bo Xing’s face. “Does Your Majesty think the Demon Realm Empress will stay in the Two Polarities Sect to protect Mu Zhi’an?”

After all, that arrogant being rarely cared about the mortal world. No matter how much she valued Wei Mengrou, she wouldn’t personally guard her.

Besides, this was the Two Polarities Sect. Shang Yanfei wouldn’t allow the Demon Realm Empress to stay.

This plan had a 90% chance of success.

…

Mu Zhi’an had met the Demon Realm Empress a few times, but every encounter filled him with apprehension.

She possessed mind-reading abilities, a cheat skill for catching two-timers. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

He might even end up with his head used as a footstool if he had any inappropriate thoughts about this alluring woman.

Therefore, even with his arms wrapped around the Demon Realm Empress’s slender waist, Mu Zhi’an maintained his composure, his mind empty.

Even so, her unique fragrance, mixed with a seductive aura, was intoxicating.

Meanwhile, the Demon Realm Empress closed her eyes, seemingly recalling the warmth of Mu Zhi’an’s embrace from their previous encounter, comparing it to his current embrace.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and, seeing his seemingly unfazed demeanor, a faint smile curved her lips. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “Relax. Am I that scary?”

She couldn’t read any useful thoughts from his mind… In a way, his ability to empty his mind was quite remarkable.

Even the Western Regions’ Buddha probably couldn’t achieve such a level of composure in this situation.

Mu Zhi’an turned his head slightly. “Your Majesty possesses mind-reading abilities. I’m just trying to avoid having any disrespectful thoughts about you…”

The Demon Realm Empress stared at him intently and chuckled. “I don’t read minds all the time. Besides… your disrespect would also be an acknowledgment of my charm.”

Hearing her words, Mu Zhi’an’s drowsiness vanished. He turned his head slightly, meeting her seductive gaze.

“Are you serious, Your Majesty?”

His hand was still on her waist, and he was struggling to resist the urge to move it lower.

The Demon Realm Empress smiled charmingly. “I’m not that petty.”

“Besides, I haven’t read your mind since you entered this hall.”

“Oh?” Mu Zhi’an said, feigning a thoughtful expression, but he remained cautious.

He was still suspicious, afraid that she might turn on him if he had any inappropriate thoughts.

Although this was a dream, a Dao Integration expert’s abilities were unimaginable.

“How long will it take to transfer the Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herb?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly asked.

The Demon Realm Empress narrowed her eyes and chuckled. “Why would you think that? Even I can’t directly extract something refined within your Innate Celestial Furnace.”

Mu Zhi’an was stunned. “Then why did you ask me to hug you…?”

“Our contact allows me to confirm the current state of your Innate Celestial Furnace,” she replied, a beautiful purple flower appearing in her hand.

“This is the Purple Sun Flower, a refined concealment treasure. Wearing it will prevent anyone from detecting your demonic aura.”

She handed the flower to Mu Zhi’an and continued, “As for the Nine-Tailed Fox’s evolution method, you’ll need a pill.”

Mu Zhi’an released his hold on her waist, put away the Purple Sun Flower, and asked humbly, “What kind of pill?”

“A ninth-grade pill, the Supreme Void Pill,” the Demon Realm Empress replied.

“You can find the required ingredients in any alchemy manual, but very few people in this world can refine it.”

“And if they knew you wanted to refine the Supreme Void Pill, they would definitely refuse.”

The Supreme Void Pill was a unique pill. Its only function was to allow demons to evolve.

No one would willingly help create a potentially invincible being, especially since Bai Ruoxi was a former Dao Integration expert and possessed the Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline. The combination would be terrifying.

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment. “Do you know who can refine the Supreme Void Pill, Your Majesty?”

“Luo Tan,” the Demon Realm Empress replied calmly.

Luo Tan… Mu Zhi’an recalled the elegant woman in the white dress and black stockings, then he suddenly froze.

I remember she sent me an invitation to the southern bank, and then I was kidnapped…

Holy crap, I stood her up?!

“What’s wrong?” the Demon Realm Empress asked, noticing his sudden silence.

Mu Zhi’an composed himself, glanced at her, and said, “It’s nothing… Just remembered something.”

Judging by her reaction, it seemed she really hadn’t been reading his mind.

“With the changes in the rules of heaven and earth, previously concealed Heavenly Secrets will also be revealed,” the Demon Realm Empress suddenly said.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered. “What do you mean, Your Majesty?”

Instead of answering directly, she asked, “The Calamity Body is a serious matter for the Great Qian Dynasty. Why do you think Gu Bo Xing hasn’t caused you any trouble after returning to the capital?”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a long time, then a thought struck him like lightning. He looked up. “Are you saying the Calamity Body matter was concealed by Heavenly Secrets, so they forgot that Mengrou was the Calamity Body?”

“But now that the rules have changed, and the Heavenly Secrets have been revealed, the ‘Calamity Body’ will resurface in their memories?”

He had initially thought Gu Bo Xing was simply wary of the Two Polarities Sect’s power. However, the Two Polarities Sect was the most sacred and neutral faction in the Eastern Realm. They wouldn’t provoke other factions without reason.

The other factions respected the Two Polarities Sect precisely because of their neutrality.

Unless their disciples were attacked.

But Wei Mengrou’s identity was unique. What if Gu Bo Xing went to the sect, explained the situation, and promised not to harm her?

Would the Two Polarities Sect still protect Wei Mengrou then?

“Who is this Gu Bo Xing, Your Majesty?” Mu Zhi’an asked humbly.

“An insignificant nobody in the past. He was lucky enough to obtain some opportunities in the World Sea, then he was invited by the Great Qian Dynasty’s Emperor to become the Imperial Advisor, cultivating with the resources of an entire dynasty,” the Demon Realm Empress replied calmly. “He’s skilled in divination and dream manipulation. He dared to attack you in the Martial Realm probably because of the power of faith he wields from the dynasty’s populace.”

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes held a thoughtful glint.

The Demon Realm Empress continued, “The Great Qian Dynasty won’t give up on the Calamity Body matter. And the Two Polarities Sect isn’t entirely under Shang Yanfei’s control. Of course, if she’s willing to protect your maid with all her might, it might work, but she’s not related to her. She won’t go that far.”

“And knowing you, you won’t abandon your maid either,” she said, looking at him intently.

Mu Zhi’an remained silent.

“However, there’s a simple solution,” the Demon Realm Empress suddenly said.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her. “Please enlighten me, Your Majesty.”

The Demon Realm Empress’s lips curved into a seductive smile, revealing her true intentions. “Come to the Northern Realm with me.”

Mu Zhi’an’s expression remained unchanged. “Aren’t you worried that the Calamity Body will affect the Demon Realm’s fate, Your Majesty?”

“Only the weak make excuses and blame everything on a single person,” she said indifferently.

“The old Emperor is obsessed with cultivation. The dynasty’s decline is inevitable. But the Demon Realm can easily accommodate both you and your maid.”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then said sincerely, “Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I’ll consider it carefully.”

The reason the Demon Realm Empress valued him so much was likely because of his Innate Celestial Furnace and Wei Mengrou’s potential. However, if possible, he didn’t want to leave the Eastern Realm.

After all, his ‘wives’ were all here.

“By the way, that Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herb is still within my body,” Mu Zhi’an said tentatively. “Don’t you need it, Your Majesty?”

“There’s no rush. Keep it for now.”

The Demon Realm Empress smiled seductively, looking at him intently. “I’ll take it later. Consider it safekeeping.”

After all, she wanted more than just the medicinal herb.

…

Demon Realm.

The Demon Realm Empress, dressed in a luxurious light purple dress, leaned back lazily on her throne and slowly opened her eyes.

The Second Seat stood respectfully below. “Your Majesty, you’re awake,” she said.

The Demon Realm Empress murmured in acknowledgement.

“You rarely enter the dream realm. Was it because of that Mu Zhi’an…?” the Second Seat asked tentatively.

“I made a deal with him. In exchange, he’ll give me the Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herb within his Innate Celestial Furnace,” the Demon Realm Empress replied calmly.

The Second Seat frowned slightly. “He’s quite audacious.”

The contents of the Innate Celestial Furnace couldn’t be directly transferred. Dual cultivation was required, even for the Demon Realm Empress.

Mu Zhi’an’s offer was essentially implying that he wanted to… with her.

“You’re too lenient with him, Your Majesty,” the Second Seat said in a low voice.

“If anyone else dared to be so disrespectful, they would have already been—”

The Demon Realm Empress glanced at her. “I was the one who proposed the deal.”

Silence.

The Second Seat stared at the Empress, stunned.

After a moment, she finally reacted. “With Your Majesty’s Vessel, and the Primordial Demon Emperor’s essence that you haven’t refined yet, you shouldn’t need an Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herb. Why…?”

“It’s useful, but not essential,” the Demon Realm Empress replied calmly.

“Then why…?” the Second Seat wanted to ask but held back.

The Demon Realm Empress pondered for a moment, then looked at her. “Simply put… I want to f*ck him.”

The Second Seat: “?”

“I want to f*ck him,” the Demon Realm Empress repeated, just in case she hadn’t heard clearly.

The maid stood there, frozen like a statue.

After a long moment of silence, she finally recovered, calming herself down and suppressing her shock. “A-although I don’t understand what Your Majesty sees in him… If you’re interested in him, why not just bring him to the Demon Realm?”

“I don’t just want his body.”

The Demon Realm Empress chuckled softly. “I want… everything.”

“His body, and his heart.”

She wanted to mold Mu Zhi’an into her ideal… plaything.

And for that, she needed an opportunity.

“Do you need me to take any action after you enter seclusion, Your Majesty?” the Second Seat asked.

The Demon Realm Empress shook her head. “Do nothing.”

“If possible, I hope the Eastern Realm will also do nothing.”

They could obtain Mu Zhi’an without any effort, even earning his gratitude, but only if… the Two Polarities Sect didn’t interfere.

…

Mu Zhi’an put away the bronze mirror and looked at the alluring Purple Sun Flower in his hand. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned to the shadows nearby. “Mengrou, aren’t you supposed to be at the Ascension Ceremony?”

Although it was winter, Wei Mengrou wasn’t wearing many layers. Her beautiful yellow dress clung to her alluring figure, a white jacket draped over it, her ample bosom proudly on display.

Although not as large as Bai Ruoxi’s, they were still a perfect handful.

“It was just a match. It didn’t take long,” Wei Mengrou replied calmly.

Then, her gaze fell upon the Purple Sun Flower in his hand, her eyes filled with suspicion. “Where did you get that?”

He hadn’t been holding anything when he was sleeping on the table earlier…

“I got it from the Demon Realm Empress,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

Wei Mengrou scoffed, clearly not believing him.

Mengrou is so cute, whether she’s being cold and aloof or seductive… Mu Zhi’an coughed lightly and changed the subject. “Are Ruoxi and the others back yet?”

Wei Mengrou shook her head. “They’re still at the southern bank. They won’t be back so soon.”

She glanced at him subtly.

Ever since confessing her feelings, she hadn’t been able to find a comfortable way to interact with him. Although they had been together for so long, she still felt awkward.

Their relationship was now… ambiguous.

But just because she was shy and uncomfortable, it didn’t mean Mu Zhi’an felt the same way. He boldly took her hand and pulled her into his embrace.

As her soft body pressed against his, he wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in her hair, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

A faint blush appeared on Wei Mengrou’s cold and beautiful face. She gently pushed his wandering hand away and glanced at him. “Are you a pervert? Who sniffs other people like that?”

Mu Zhi’an gazed at her, admiring her beautiful face, adorned with light makeup.

Even without makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful. The light makeup added a touch of warmth and a subtle fragrance, making her even more alluring.

His gaze fell upon her rosy lips. “New lipstick?” he asked.

“Do you have a dog’s nose? How can you even tell…?” Wei Mengrou squirmed in his embrace, but her movements only made him hold her tighter.

He glanced down at her long, shapely legs, which were slightly exposed due to her struggles. As expected of Mengrou, even her smallest movements are so captivating.

Although her legs had looked amazing in black and white stockings, they were just as beautiful without them.

After admiring her for a while, he couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down and gently bit her lip, then looked at her with a tender gaze. “Let’s sleep together tonight, Mengrou,” he said softly.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes widened slightly as she snapped out of her daze. Meeting his intense gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering.

She didn’t agree, but she didn’t refuse either.

And for Mu Zhi’an, that was enough!

…

Chapter 303: Didn’t See That Coming, Did You?! 

It had only been fifteen minutes since the match began, and Mu Zhi’an had only acted for a few seconds.

Even the peak masters couldn’t understand what had happened in those two seconds.

However, there was something even more intriguing.

The Jade Empress had been watching them from the shadows… Although her gaze wasn’t directed at them specifically, it still made them feel uneasy.

And after the elder announced Mu Zhi’an’s victory, Yao Meng silently turned and left.

The presence of a Dao Integration expert would cause a commotion and put pressure on the other participants.

After all, not everyone was as audacious as Mu Zhi’an, acting so casually before a Dao Integration Empress.

Mu Zhi’an bowed to the elder on the stage, then turned towards Yan Ruyu and bowed slightly.

Yan Ruyu nodded with a smile, but her eyes held a hint of guilt.

Her initial motivation for accepting Mu Zhi’an as her inner disciple hadn’t been entirely pure. Seeing his respectful demeanor now made her feel ashamed.

She watched him leave, her eyes thoughtful. Yu Ziyan, sensing something, suddenly said, “The Spiritual Energy in the world seems to be… increasing…?”

Yan Ruyu looked up at the sky, her eyes shimmering with a multicolored light. After a moment, she said softly, “The rules of heaven and earth are changing… Perhaps new Nascent Soul cultivators will emerge.”

If that was the case, Mu Zhi’an’s value would increase even further…

Thanks to the blessings from the Jade Empress, the peak masters had broken through their bottlenecks and hadn’t encountered any new ones for a while. If they continued cultivating, reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm was only a matter of time.

However, due to the limitations of heaven and earth, the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm was the limit.

But now, with the rules changing, new Soul Transformation cultivators would be able to emerge…

According to these rules, there couldn’t be more than thirty Soul Transformation cultivators in the Nine Realms. And the fastest way to reach that level was…

“Mu Zhi’an’s Spiritual Energy is much denser than before. Perhaps his Innate Celestial Furnace has encountered some opportunity during this time,” Yu Ziyan murmured.

Yan Ruyu’s expression remained calm, but as she watched Mu Zhi’an leave, she touched her lips with her finger, her eyes thoughtful.

…

After leaving the arena, Mu Zhi’an casually scanned his surroundings. Images of the other arenas, like ripples on water, appeared in the air before him. He saw several familiar figures.

His gaze landed on Bai Ruoxi. Seeing her unleash a swift and decisive sword strike, ending the battle quickly, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Ruoxi has become much stronger… She ended the battle so quickly.”

And perhaps due to Gong Lianyue’s influence, her aura seemed colder and more aloof, making her seem more distant.

As Mu Zhi’an thought this, a pink mist suddenly flickered before his eyes, emanating from Bai Ruoxi!

He narrowed his eyes, observing her more closely. She was dressed in a white palace dress, her figure alluring, golden sword energy radiating from her, a terrifying pressure emanating from her.

Faintly, four tails appeared behind her!

And on her head were a pair of adorable fox ears.

Mu Zhi’an rubbed his eyes, but the image shattered like glass, as if it had never existed.

When he looked again, Bai Ruoxi was her usual self, with no trace of demonic aura or features.

“Was it my imagination…? But cultivators shouldn’t have hallucinations…” He glanced at the other cultivators, but they didn’t seem to have noticed anything unusual about Bai Ruoxi.

“Did I really see wrong…?”

As he was about to look away, he suddenly saw the same demonic aura on another cultivator!

The demonic cultivator was hidden among the crowd, seemingly no different from the others. However, to Mu Zhi’an’s eyes, his demonic nature was clearly visible!

So it wasn’t my imagination. I can actually see the hidden demonic cultivators within the sect!

Mu Zhi’an turned his head slightly and looked at Ying Guhuan, who was standing before a distant stage. A powerful demonic aura, pink with a hint of red, radiated from her, like a deity descending upon the mortal world, alluring and captivating.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, Ying Guhuan looked at him and smiled seductively.

Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat. He smiled politely at her, then quickly looked away.

“I can actually see who the demonic cultivators are… This must be the Demon Realm Empress’s doing,” he thought to himself.

She had brought his consciousness to the Demon Realm not long ago, and he had been unconscious for a while. Perhaps she had done something to him during that time…

Mu Zhi’an looked back at Bai Ruoxi, his eyes thoughtful.

Demonic cultivators in the Demon Realm possessed techniques to conceal their demonic aura, and the Demon Realm Empress should be aware of them.

Perhaps he could ask her…

…

“But how do I use this thing?”

After his first match in the Ascension Ceremony, Mu Zhi’an returned to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony and took out the bronze mirror from his storage ring.

The fact that I can see the demonic auras of other cultivators must be because of the Demon Realm Empress. This mirror is her gift, which means she considers me one of her ‘confidants’… Mu Zhi’an looked at the smooth surface of the mirror and, as if realizing something, he channeled his Spiritual Energy into it.

In that instant, the world around him turned dark, and he felt himself falling into an endless abyss.

Slowly, a light appeared, and within it, he saw a familiar figure.

It was a woman in a black robe, her face hidden by a hood, a strand of silver hair peeking out. The tight-fitting robe accentuated her alluring curves, and her lips, visible beneath the hood, seemed pale and delicate.

“The Primordial Witch? Why is she here…?”

“Isn’t this mirror a gift from the Demon Realm Empress?”

“She said I could see her in my dreams through this mirror, but the person I’m seeing is the Primordial Witch… Could it be that I’m dreaming about her?”

Countless questions filled Mu Zhi’an’s mind, his confusion growing.

Suddenly, his descent slowed, and he felt his feet touch the ground.

The Demon Realm Empress, her tall and alluring figure standing before him, said softly, “This mirror reflects a person’s heart. You saw the Primordial Witch because you can’t forget her, your desire to see her so strong that it manifests even in your dreams.”

Her voice was calm yet seductive.

This woman’s charm was irresistible, but if he succumbed to it, he might be devoured without even realizing it.

Mu Zhi’an was momentarily captivated, but the ring and the necklace he wore emitted a calming energy, snapping him out of his daze. He turned to look at her.

“You said I can’t forget the Primordial Witch, Your Majesty… But I haven’t been thinking about her.”

The Demon Realm Empress looked at him intently, a knowing glint in her beautiful purple eyes. “This mirror reflects a person’s heart, manifesting their deepest desires in their dreams.”

So I can do whatever I want to the person in my dreams…? Mu Zhi’an asked, “Are you saying the Primordial Witch is the one I care about the most, Your Majesty, even though I’m not aware of it?”

He couldn’t help but admire the Demon Realm Empress’s alluring figure. Her long hair framed her beautiful face, and she wore a light purple dress embroidered with purple flowers, a ribbon cinched around her waist, accentuating her curves.

Such a woman would be difficult to handle, but if he could win her heart, it would be an unforgettable experience… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

In terms of figure, the Demon Realm Empress was the most perfect woman he knew. If they were in the modern world, and she wore high heels, she would even be taller than him.

Suddenly, he felt her gaze upon him, and he looked up. The Demon Realm Empress’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she observed him, as if saying: You’re quite bold, aren’t you?

Mu Zhi’an’s eyelids twitched.

She can read minds even in dreams?!

He sighed inwardly.

Sometimes, thoughts were uncontrollable, especially when faced with such an alluring woman.

However, the Demon Realm Empress didn’t seem to mind. She pursed her lips, her eyes seductive. “You came to see me so soon after returning to the Two Polarities Sect. Is there something you want to say?”

Mu Zhi’an calmed himself down and explained Bai Ruoxi’s situation.

“After Ruoxi reaches the Nascent Soul Realm, it will be difficult to suppress her demonic aura. Since you can send demonic cultivators to the Two Polarities Sect and conceal their identities, Your Majesty, you must have a way to hide their demonic aura, right?” he asked.

He felt more comfortable asking the Demon Realm Empress about this than Yao Meng. Firstly, she might not be as knowledgeable about demonic cultivators. Secondly, their relationship was now… complicated. Expressing concern for another woman so sincerely in front of her… would be suicidal.

But it was different with the Demon Realm Empress.

They were master and subordinate. He had nothing to worry about.

“Bai Ruoxi? Your little girlfriend?”

The Demon Realm Empress recalled the beautiful woman in the palace dress she had seen in the Martial Realm, a dangerous glint appearing in her eyes. “You’re asking me for help with her? Just who is whose subordinate?”

“And expressing concern and affection for another woman so openly in front of me… are you simply devoted to your Dao Companion, or do you simply not respect me?”

Mu Zhi’an smiled wryly. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful, Your Majesty. Honestly, I don’t think any man could resist your charm. I’m sure your mind-reading ability has already told you that.”

“But precisely because of your status, so…” Mu Zhi’an shook his head and sighed sincerely.

He was truly sighing… He felt a pang of regret.

The Demon Realm Empress was a domineering woman who could read minds. Pursuing her would be a challenge of the highest difficulty.

The Demon Realm Empress’s lips twitched slightly, but she maintained her composure.

This could be adapted into a short film titled: An Actress’s Self-Cultivation.

Suddenly, she said, “I do know how to conceal demonic aura. Even the aura from a Nascent Soul or Soul Transformation tribulation can be hidden.”

“There were once Nine-Tailed Foxes in the Demon Realm. I know the secrets of their evolution.”

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes lit up as he looked at her.

Her words meant she was willing to help him.

“What do you need from me, Your Majesty?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

He was intelligent and understood her implication.

She wanted something from him, and in exchange, she would share the method for concealing demonic aura and the secrets of the Nine-Tailed Fox’s evolution.

The Demon Realm Empress paused for a moment, then her eyes twinkled with amusement. She chuckled. “You do have something I want.”

“You still have an Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herb within your Innate Celestial Furnace, don’t you?”

She glanced at him casually. “Let’s trade.”

“That’s not a problem, but how should I give it to you?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

He didn’t believe that a proud being like the Demon Realm Empress would resort to dual cultivation to obtain the herb… Perhaps she had a special technique to extract it directly from his Innate Celestial Furnace?

The Demon Realm Empress raised her delicate hand and beckoned. “Come here.”

Although he was suspicious, Mu Zhi’an still walked towards her. “And then?”

The Demon Realm Empress smiled seductively, her gaze fixed on him. “Hug me.”

Mu Zhi’an froze, his mind reeling.

Did I hear that correctly…?

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you or do anything inappropriate,” the Demon Realm Empress said softly.

She just wanted to tell him.

Didn’t see that coming, did you, little brat… I’m back!

Chapter 302: Are They Dao Companions? 

Deep within Two Polarities Peak, beside a cascading waterfall, stood a clean and elegant pavilion.

Inside, Shang Yanfei sat with a brush in her hand, occasionally pausing to think, then resuming her writing.

Her raven-black dress clung to her alluring figure, the neckline loosening slightly as she leaned forward, revealing a glimpse of fair skin.

A single glance was enough to tell that this woman was not to be trifled with.

Suddenly, a melodious voice, like a celestial song, came from outside the pavilion. “I saw this book in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Did you write it?”

Shang Yanfei glanced towards the entrance and saw the Jade Empress, her aura as cold and ethereal as a fairy, approaching in a green dress.

Shang Yanfei set down her brush, her beautiful eyes twinkling. “What brings you here?” she asked softly.

Yao Meng’s gaze fell upon the booklet in Shang Yanfei’s hand, a strange glint in her eyes. She quickly looked away and smiled faintly. “After achieving Dao Integration, there’s not much left to pursue. Now that the Jade Pool Holy Land is managed by the Empress Mother, I have more free time.”

“Compared to me, you seem to have even more leisure time, Sect Master, even finding time to write books like The Art of Managing a Husband,” Yao Meng said with a smile, her lips curving slightly. “I’ve learned quite a few useful things from this book.”

For example, how to completely control one’s Dao Companion’s heart, and some… special techniques for the bedroom.

Who would have thought that the author of such a book was the Sect Master of the Two Polarities Sect?

Shang Yanfei closed the book and pushed a white teacup towards Yao Meng.

“How’s your Spiritual Energy recovery coming along, Fairy Yao Meng?” she asked with a smile.

“It hasn’t recovered much until yesterday.”

Yao Meng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued, her beautiful green eyes fixed on Shang Yanfei, “But starting today, my recovery speed has increased a hundredfold.”

Shang Yanfei smiled brightly. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

“I’m not particularly concerned about my Spiritual Energy recovery,” Yao Meng said with a chuckle.

Now that the rules of heaven and earth had changed, she could quickly absorb Spiritual Energy even without Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace.

After all, the Spiritual Energy in the Nine Realms was becoming increasingly dense. The era of immortals was returning.

But because of this, she couldn’t use ‘Spiritual Energy depletion’ as an excuse to… utilize Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace anymore.

“The rules of heaven and earth have changed. You should know why, Sect Master,” she said, finally revealing her true purpose for coming here.

“The Primordial Demon Emperor’s death, the demise of a Dao Integration cultivator, has triggered a change in the rules. Multiple Soul Transformation cultivators will appear within the next hundred years,” Shang Yanfei replied calmly. “This is a good thing for cultivators.”

“Was this also part of your plan?” Yao Meng asked.

Shang Yanfei shook her head and chuckled. “I’m not a god. I can’t predict everything.”

“But after this incident, Dao Integration cultivators will need to enter seclusion for a while,” she added softly.

The changes in the rules of heaven and earth required time. During this period, if a Dao Integration expert intervened, it would likely disrupt the natural order, preventing the arrival of the era of immortals.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Yao Meng said with a chuckle.

Besides cultivation, she had found a new… hobby.

This hobby alone could keep her entertained for a very long time.

Although it might require Mu Zhi’an to expend a bit more… effort.

“You gave the Primordial Demon Emperor’s essence to the Demon Realm Empress… also because of this?” Yao Meng asked.

Shang Yanfei’s lips curved into a slight smile. “That woman doesn’t care about the era of immortals. The Primordial Demon Emperor’s essence will keep her occupied for a while.”

Yao Meng set down her teacup, glanced at the book on the table, flipped through it casually, then said, “Can I borrow this for a couple of days?”

Shang Yanfei smiled faintly. “I’ve already memorized its contents. Consider it a gift.”

Seeing that Yao Meng was about to leave after putting away the book, Shang Yanfei asked, “Are you leaving already?”

Yao Meng glanced at her and smiled. “Isn’t it the Ascension Ceremony today? I’m just going for a stroll and checking on that child’s progress.”

“Watching your Dao Companion grow is quite satisfying. You should try it sometime, Sect Master.”

Under Yao Meng’s gaze, Shang Yanfei, the beautiful and mysterious Sect Master in a black dress, suddenly smiled.

“I’ll consider it.”

…

Meanwhile.

“This is strange… Her Majesty wouldn’t make such a careless mistake. If she truly favored Mu Zhi’an, she wouldn’t have exposed his connection to the Demon Realm.”

Ying Guhuan leaned back in her chair, looking up at Mu Zhi’an, who was approaching on his sword, a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

After the Jade Empress achieved Dao Integration, she had bestowed blessings upon the peak masters who had helped Mu Zhi’an. Ying Guhuan was one of them.

She was now at the eighth-grade Nascent Soul Realm, only a step away from Soul Transformation.

Her increased strength had also enhanced her perception, and as a former member of the Demon Realm, she was naturally familiar with the aura emanating from Mu Zhi’an.

Even she, at the eighth-grade Nascent Soul Realm, felt a sense of awe towards his current aura.

To others, Mu Zhi’an might seem unchanged, but to Ying Guhuan, it was as if a seductive and alluring giant python was coiled around him!

“Mu Zhi’an.”

The elder’s indifferent voice rang out from the stage.

According to the rules, if a participant didn’t arrive within the time limit of a burning incense stick, they would automatically forfeit.

And now, the incense was almost completely burned.

Many cultivators looked up at the black dot in the distance.

Whether Mu Zhi’an was coming or not, once the incense burned out, he would be disqualified from the Ascension Ceremony.

The onlookers felt a pang of regret.

Many weren’t impressed by Mu Zhi’an’s talent. They only knew him because of his Dao Companion and his sisters.

Everyone acknowledged Bai Ruoxi’s talent and beauty, but Mu Zhi’an was different… Most believed they were an ill-matched couple.

One was a prodigy with the potential to reach the Soul Transformation Realm, the other a mere fourth-grade Core Formation cultivator, just an ordinary disciple with slightly above average talent.

The cultivators from all over the Nine Realms were impressed by the beauties within the Two Polarities Sect, and upon learning that the inner disciple from Boundless Sea Peak already had a Dao Companion, they were naturally curious about his identity.

Many were waiting to see Mu Zhi’an make a fool of himself.

No matter how popular he was within the sect, or how tactful he was, it wouldn’t matter in the Ascension Ceremony. Strength was the only thing that mattered.

If he was eliminated in the first round, his name would become a laughingstock.

Of course, being eliminated for being late was less interesting than being defeated in battle. For whatever reason, they all wanted to see him compete.

Even the Hidden Sword Peak disciple on stage felt the same way.

The incense stick was almost completely burned, and the elder on the stage looked up.

Boom!

The figure in the distance transformed into a streak of light, accelerating as he flew towards them, finally landing on the stage just in time.

“I apologize for the delay. I encountered some unexpected issues along the way,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile, glancing at the incense stick. “But it seems I made it just in time.”

The elder nodded slightly, looked at the Hidden Sword Peak disciple on stage, and said, “Since everyone is here, prepare yourselves.”

Yan Ruyu looked at Mu Zhi’an, her beautiful eyes filled with a hidden worry despite her calm expression.

Although she believed in his abilities, this Hidden Sword Peak disciple was at the peak of the fifth-grade Core Formation Realm, almost two grades higher than Mu Zhi’an.

If it weren’t for the Martial Realm trial, it wouldn’t be a problem. But Mu Zhi’an’s cultivation level had dropped to the initial stage of the fourth-grade after the tribulation… This difference in strength was concerning.

Ning Yuan, the Peak Master of Drunken Dream Peak, noticed her worry and chuckled. “Don’t worry, Junior Sister. Many have come from all over the Nine Realms for this Ascension Ceremony. We should be united against our common enemies. Even if Mu Zhi’an is eliminated, we still have disciples from my Drunken Dream Peak.”

Yan Ruyu smiled faintly. “There’s no need for you to concern yourself with my disciple, Senior Brother Ning. I have faith in him.”

She ignored Ning Yuan and looked at the stage where Mu Zhi’an stood.

Ning Yuan opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but seeing her cold expression, he held back.

Yu Xuanji, the Peak Master of Heavenly Secrets Peak, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Although you’re at the sixth-grade Nascent Soul Realm, Senior Brother Ning, when it comes to pursuing women, I’m afraid you’re no match for that disciple of hers.”

Among the peak masters, Yan Ruyu was the youngest, and her beauty and intelligence made her incredibly popular, not only among the peak masters but also among the disciples.

However, she rarely interacted with others intimately. In the past, when she was still on Dao Peak, she had been very close to her senior sister, Yu Ziyan, but they had drifted apart due to some disagreements.

Looking at the two disciples on stage, a peak master suddenly chuckled. “Who do you think will win this Ascension Ceremony?”

“It will naturally be my disciple from Boundless Sea Peak,” Yi Hao said confidently.

He had absolute faith in Bai Ruoxi’s talent and strength. Even with so many geniuses participating, she would ultimately emerge victorious.

Yu Ziyan chuckled. “My two disciples are no less talented than Bai Ruoxi. If they encounter each other, the outcome is uncertain.”

“Among their peers, in terms of pure cultivation level, besides Lan Mulian, no one can compare to my disciple, Wei Mengrou,” the Metamorphic Jewel Peak Master said proudly.

At this moment, the nine peak masters were clearly divided. Some were smiling confidently, while others remained silent.

In the past, when competing for these talented inner disciples, they hadn’t participated, choosing other promising disciples instead.

The reason was simple: they felt it was beneath them.

They didn’t want to expend too many resources just to recruit an inner disciple.

But who would have thought that this Ascension Ceremony would become the focus of the entire Nine Realms?

For peak masters, recruiting disciples was primarily about fame, and the easiest way to gain fame was through their disciples’ achievements.

Reaching the top ten in the Ascension Ceremony would bring them fame and glory.

Whenever someone saw a talented disciple who had achieved a high ranking in the Ascension Ceremony, they would remember who their master was… It was a matter of pride.

And now…

The peak masters who hadn’t competed for those talented disciples were filled with regret.

This was a great opportunity for their peaks to gain recognition, but because of their ‘pride’, they could only watch as the other peaks shone.

However, they still had someone to look down on…

The Peak Masters and elders of Hidden Sword Peak and other peaks glanced at Mu Zhi’an, who was standing on a distant stage.

Even if their disciples were eliminated before reaching the top hundred, they were still better than this disciple of Yan Ruyu’s.

After all, most of their disciples were around the fifth-grade Core Formation Realm, while Mu Zhi’an was only at the fourth-grade.

And he was unlucky enough to encounter a genius at the peak of the fifth-grade in his first match.

“It seems Mu Zhi’an is about to lose to Yuan Ping,” the Vice Peak Master of Hidden Sword Peak suddenly said.

Everyone’s gazes shifted to Mu Zhi’an. His Spiritual Energy was unstable, his breathing ragged, and he was surrounded by nearly thirty swords. As Yuan Ping formed hand seals, the swords attacked him relentlessly.

“He must have exhausted a lot of Spiritual Energy rushing here. He hasn’t recovered yet,” Yu Ziyan said, frowning slightly.

“This is the Ascension Ceremony. He’s already weaker than Yuan Ping, and he was even late. He can’t blame anyone but himself if he loses,” Ning Yuan said, shaking his head.

“Yuan Ping is my disciple. There’s no shame in losing to him,” Xiao Lin said with a hearty laugh, looking at Yuan Ping with a satisfied expression.

Then, he turned to Yan Ruyu and chuckled. “When you chose Mu Zhi’an as your inner disciple, Junior Sister, I thought you had discovered some hidden talent in him. But now it seems you simply took a liking to his face.”

Mu Zhi’an’s current performance was indeed disappointing. It was no wonder Xiao Lin was enjoying his misfortune.

Yu Ziyan smiled at Yan Ruyu. “If you regret your decision, Junior Sister, you can always send him to my Dao Peak. He can be my inner disciple.”

Yan Ruyu’s expression remained calm as she looked at the arena, ignoring them.

On the stage, Yuan Ping, nine swords swirling behind him, looked at Mu Zhi’an, who was surrounded by swords, his breathing ragged, and chuckled. “Although Lady Bai is incredibly talented, her taste in men seems to be… lacking.”

He had heard of Mu Zhi’an before, not because of his talent, but because he was the Dao Companion of that talented beauty from Boundless Sea Peak.

Although he wouldn’t directly provoke Mu Zhi’an, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction. In his opinion, Mu Zhi’an wasn’t worthy of Bai Ruoxi.

Mu Zhi’an looked at the swords surrounding him, then at Yuan Ping, and chuckled. “Love has nothing to do with talent, Brother Yuan. You seem to have some misunderstandings about relationships.”

Yuan Ping’s eyes held a hint of mockery. “You’re only at the fourth-grade Core Formation Realm, Dao friend Mu, while Lady Bai, if I’m not mistaken, is already at the seventh-grade or higher. After she reaches the Nascent Soul Realm and experiences more of the world, her standards will also rise, and then, she’ll…”

“She’ll realize how outstanding her Mu Lang is?” Mu Zhi’an interrupted him with a smile.

Being interrupted angered Yuan Ping. “She’ll realize that there are many talented cultivators in the world, and she has many choices,” he said coldly.

“As the saying goes, one shouldn’t abandon their wife who shared their hardships… Wait, I’m starting to sound like the female lead… Anyway,”

He looked at the Hidden Sword Peak disciple and chuckled. “I don’t think I’m that weak.”

“Whether you’re weak or not… is up to me to decide.” Yuan Ping sneered, forming a hand seal. Nearly thirty swords shot towards Mu Zhi’an!

Even if Mu Zhi’an wasn’t weak, if he was eliminated in the first round of the Ascension Ceremony, the other disciples and cultivators would surely look down on him.

Mu Zhi’an stared at the incoming swords. “You…”

You talk too much… A cold glint appeared in Yuan Ping’s eyes as he drew his sword and charged towards Mu Zhi’an.

Mu Zhi’an took a step forward.

And at that moment, the world turned gray.

The swords froze in mid-air, Yuan Ping’s movements stilled, and the wind stopped blowing.

After obtaining a portion of the Primordial Witch’s power, Wei Mengrou’s ability had indirectly become one of Mu Zhi’an’s!

Two seconds later, time resumed its flow.

By the time Yuan Ping reacted, Mu Zhi’an was already standing before him. Then, he punched!

The force of his seemingly simple punch sent a shockwave through Yuan Ping’s body, sending him flying off the stage like a cannonball.

The elder in the sky, his eyelids twitching slightly, announced calmly, “Mu Zhi’an wins!”

Silence fell over the arena.

Even the elders were stunned.

What had Mu Zhi’an done in those two seconds? Even they hadn’t been able to see it clearly.

The peak masters, who had been commenting on his performance earlier, were also surprised.

What technique had he used? They couldn’t figure it out…

Yu Ziyan, as if sensing something, instinctively glanced behind her.

Not far away, a beautiful fairy in a green dress hovered in the air, her jade-like feet bare, her aura ethereal, her clear green eyes fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

Her movement caught the attention of the other peak masters, and as they turned to look, their hearts skipped a beat.

The Jade Empress…?

Why is she here…?

Not all the peak masters and elders knew about Mu Zhi’an’s relationship with the Jade Empress. So far, only the few female peak masters who had discovered his Innate Celestial Furnace secret were aware of it.

But they hadn’t told anyone else.

Yan Ruyu, looking at the young man on stage, relaxed slightly, a faint smile appearing in her eyes. She glanced at Xiao Lin and chuckled. “Senior Brother Xiao, have you ever considered… why I would accept him as my inner disciple if he was just an ordinary fourth-grade Core Formation cultivator?”

Xiao Lin frowned and murmured, “He’s not just from the Book Pavilion… He’s also the Jade Empress’s disciple?”

Yan Ruyu smiled enigmatically, not answering.

Xiao Lin frowned, glancing at Mu Zhi’an on stage, then he calmed himself down and looked at the fairy in the green dress behind him.

She was smiling faintly, her green eyes fixed on Mu Zhi’an, her gaze filled with tenderness… and a hint of something else.

He had heard that Mu Zhi’an saved the Jade Empress’s life. It wouldn’t be surprising if she took him as her disciple… Xiao Lin thought.

If that was the case, it would explain why Junior Sister Yan had accepted him as her inner disciple… After all, she had also received a blessing from the Jade Empress because of him.

As Xiao Lin thought about this, he remembered Yan Ruyu’s knowing smile earlier.

He frowned, as if realizing something. A thought, like a bolt of lightning, flashed through his mind, and his heart skipped a beat. He instinctively looked at Mu Zhi’an again and saw him meeting the Jade Empress’s gaze.

Even they, the peak masters, wouldn’t dare to look at the Jade Empress like that. Why would a mere Core Formation cultivator be so disrespectful…?

Xiao Lin’s eyes flickered as he glanced at Yan Ruyu, an absurd thought crossing his mind.

…Dao Companions?

Chapter 301: The Ascension Ceremony Begins, the Demon Realm Empress’s Favor 

Mu Zhi’an was in a remarkably calm and detached state, his mind empty as he observed the unfamiliar surroundings and the Empress seated upon her throne.

The Demon Realm Empress looked down at him and smiled. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully. “Since Your Majesty has… brought me to the Demon Realm, you must have your reasons.”

That Huang Manting, not only has she become the Demon Realm Empress’s subordinate, but she even brought my consciousness here… And this temptress—

Mu Zhi’an bit his tongue, interrupting his thoughts and clearing his mind.

The Demon Realm Empress could read minds. If he had any disrespectful thoughts about her, she would know instantly.

He calmed himself and asked respectfully, “Why have you brought me here, Your Majesty?”

The Demon Realm Empress didn’t answer, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before returning to her usual aloof demeanor. “There are some matters I need to investigate, and I require your cooperation,” she said.

She gestured towards her maid.

The maid wore a simple jacket with purple embroidery and a plain white skirt, her attire giving her a pure and intellectual aura.

Although she wasn’t as alluring as the Demon Realm Empress, she was still a beauty among cultivators.

She was the Second Seat of the Demon Realm, the Empress’s personal maid.

She approached Mu Zhi’an and said with a smile, “Please follow me, Young Master Mu.”

As their eyes met, Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat, a wave of unease washing over him.

The Nascent Soul Realm…

No, even stronger than that!

Even a maid serving the Demon Realm Empress is so powerful…

Mu Zhi’an followed her along the corridor, his mind filled with suspicion.

Although he didn’t know the Empress’s intentions, only a wisp of his consciousness was here. Even if something went wrong, it wouldn’t affect his physical body, only his mental state.

Besides… the Demon Realm Empress had no reason to harm him.

They entered a spacious hall, and the maid formed a hand seal. A massive formation appeared outside, enveloping Mu Zhi’an.

“Relax. I won’t harm you.”

The Demon Realm Empress’s seductive voice echoed in his ears, seemingly sensing his tension. He instinctively turned to look at her, noticing that her gaze seemed different from before, less playful, more… complex.

Then, darkness consumed his consciousness, and an image appeared within the formation above him.

The Demon Realm’s Second Seat looked up at the image and asked, “Your Majesty, you’ve never asked me to use this secret technique on anyone before. What about this young man’s past is so important to you?”

This secret technique could reveal a person’s past, present, and even their innermost desires.

Even she, the Second Seat, couldn’t use it without the Demonic Qi within this hall. This showed how interested the Demon Realm Empress was in Mu Zhi’an.

“I had a dream,” the Demon Realm Empress said, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s wisp of consciousness, her seductive voice echoing through the hall. “It was a very vivid dream, and there were some… intriguing things in it.”

Before the Second Seat could speak, she continued, her eyes fixed on the image in the formation, “Begin. You’ll see soon enough.”

The Second Seat bowed her head and replied, “Yes, Your Majesty.” She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were tinged with a pink glow.

A faint aura emanated from Mu Zhi’an’s body.

Luck!

Pink luck!

“Luck determines a cultivator’s life, but I’ve never seen pink luck before… As expected of someone who has caught Your Majesty’s attention,” the Second Seat thought to herself.

She carefully observed the pink aura surrounding Mu Zhi’an.

“Among his seven emotions and six desires, the strongest is… lust? It seems this Mu Zhi’an is quite the womanizer,” she murmured.

The Demon Realm Empress remained silent, her gaze fixed on the image appearing within the formation.

A woman in a white palace dress, her aura cold and delicate, her lips slightly pursed, appeared, her gaze fixed on the young man in the image.

This was Mu Zhi’an’s ‘present life’, and the woman was someone he cared about.

“Bai Ruoxi? I remember she’s half-demon, but she joined the Two Polarities Sect,” the Second Seat said, raising an eyebrow. She recognized Bai Ruoxi.

But a single woman couldn’t possibly explain his strong ‘lust’.

As expected, another woman appeared in the image.

She wore a purple dress, a thin ribbon cinched around her slender waist, her smile pure and innocent, her beauty captivating.

“The Forbidden Zone’s Holy Maiden… She’s indeed an exceptional woman. No wonder he’s two-timing,” the Second Seat said, observing the image calmly.

Ye Lingxuan’s beauty, talent, and background were all top-tier. If such a beauty actively pursued someone… no man could resist.

“Ye Qian… She’s the Jade Empress’s disciple, and Ye Lingxuan’s younger sister. I heard men have a weakness for sisters…” The Second Seat looked at the third woman appearing in the image, her expression unchanged.

She was a rational person. Although she disapproved of men’s fickle nature, she could understand.

After all, both the Ye sisters and Bai Ruoxi were irresistible beauties. It was natural for a young man like Mu Zhi’an to be tempted.

Then, another woman appeared, someone the Second Seat also recognized.

“She’s Shang Yanfei’s closed-door disciple and the first among her generation to reach the Nascent Soul Realm. She’ll be a formidable opponent for the Demon Realm in the future,” the Second Seat murmured.

Now she understood Mu Zhi’an. Both Lan Mulian and the alluring Lan Feiying were irresistible to a young man like him. It was no wonder he was so fickle.

However, to have intimate relationships with five beauties… He was quite capable.

The Second Seat nodded inwardly, her expression still calm despite her depleting mental energy.

This secret technique consumed not only Spiritual Energy but also mental strength. The longer it was maintained, the more mental strength it required. She had initially expected Mu Zhi’an’s ‘lust’ to manifest as two or three Dao Companions at most.

But there were five.

As she was about to speak, the Demon Realm Empress suddenly said, “Maintain your Spiritual Energy. It’s not over yet.”

The Second Seat looked up and saw another woman appearing in the image. She was stunned.

It’s not over yet…?

However, with her current mental strength, she could maintain the technique for another half an hour. It wouldn’t be a problem.

She focused, continuing to maintain the secret technique.

The next person to appear was a fairy in a green dress, her aura ethereal, like a celestial maiden from the moon palace, instilling a sense of awe.

Even the Jade Empress of the Jade Pool Holy Land…? It seemed the rumors about their close relationship weren’t unfounded… The Second Seat’s mind raced, her mental strength reaching its limit.

Revealing a Dao Integration expert, even a false one, consumed a tremendous amount of Spiritual Energy and mental strength.

No wonder Your Majesty is so interested in him. Although his cultivation level isn’t high, the women around him are all extraordinary…

As the Second Seat was about to withdraw the technique, another woman appeared after the Jade Empress.

Yan Ruyu, the Pavilion Master of the Book Pavilion…

A sense of unease washed over the Second Seat, and an absurd thought crossed her mind: There can’t be more, right?

Unfortunately, her fears were confirmed.

Fifteen minutes later.

The Second Seat stared blankly at the image, her mind in a daze as more and more women appeared.

After a long time, when no new faces appeared, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s… finally over…

She felt a sense of liberation.

What’s with this guy? He’s been juggling so many women and hasn’t been ‘punished’ yet?

From the images she had seen, several of the beauties’ gazes towards him held a hint of darkness, and the Forbidden Zone Holy Maiden’s Desolate Time Lock had even stirred restlessly.

And he even dared to have designs on the Demon Realm Empress… He’s truly bold.

Remembering that the last woman to appear was the Demon Realm Empress, the Second Seat couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Mu Zhi’an.

The Demon Realm Empress’s charm was legendary. If he harbored any inappropriate thoughts towards her… his fate would be tragic.

And in the images she had seen, he had even imagined himself overpowering the Demon Realm Empress.

No, it wasn’t just his imagination. He truly had such thoughts.

The Second Seat glanced at the Empress beside her, but her expression remained calm, her captivating eyes fixed on Mu Zhi’an, not with anger, but with a hint of nostalgia.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the Second Seat’s mind buzzed, and she almost fainted.

She looked up at the image, which was about to disappear, and vaguely saw an elegant and noble figure.

However, what was strange was that Mu Zhi’an had never imagined being intimate with this woman, so no related scenes had appeared in the image.

There were only two possibilities… He either didn’t know her well and respected or feared her too much to have any inappropriate thoughts.

Or… this woman was someone he had known in his past life, not this one.

Is this the real reason Your Majesty asked me to use this technique…? The Second Seat narrowed her eyes, fighting against the dizziness, and stared at the woman’s back.

The woman’s figure was blurry, as if covered by a mosaic, but even so, she exuded an aura that instilled awe.

Who is she…? The Second Seat struggled to maintain her consciousness, her mental strength almost depleted, trying to see the woman’s face.

At that moment, the woman in the image turned her head slightly.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed in the Second Seat’s mind, and she coughed up blood, clutching her chest as she collapsed to the ground.

Mu Zhi’an had known a powerful being in his past life, and this woman… had been his Dao Companion!

The image in the sky shattered, and the Demon Realm Empress placed a hand on the Second Seat’s shoulder, protecting her consciousness.

The Second Seat gasped for air, her breathing ragged. After a while, she finally recovered and said apologetically, “I’m sorry… I couldn’t let you see her face, Your Majesty.”

Unseeable!

The woman who had appeared at the end had concealed Heavenly Secrets. Her existence was a bug, an anomaly overlooked by the Great Dao!

The Demon Realm Empress’s expression remained calm, but a deep darkness flickered in her captivating eyes as she looked at the spot where the image had vanished.

“There’s no need,” she said softly.

“I already know who she is.”

There was indeed more than one reincarnator.

…

Mu Zhi’an slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon a pair of long, smooth legs.

He followed the legs upwards and saw the Demon Realm Empress looking down at him, her seductive eyes captivating, her ample bosom, accentuated by her luxurious dress, drawing his gaze.

“Your constitution is much more useful than I imagined,” she said.

She couldn’t reveal her identity yet. He hadn’t regained his past life’s memories, and even if she told him the truth, he might not believe her.

However, even without his past life’s memories, they could still have a future together.

It was easy for someone like her to captivate a young man.

Of course, this required him to stay in the Demon Realm.

That wasn’t possible now… His physical body was still in the Two Polarities Sect. Only a wisp of his consciousness was here.

However, it wasn’t impossible in the future…

Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully, unfazed by her praise. “Thank you for your recognition, Your Majesty. I’ll continue to serve you to the best of my abilities!”

The Demon Realm Empress pursed her lips. “There’s no need to be so formal. But I will need your help in the future,” she said calmly.

She took out a bronze mirror and handed it to him.

“This is a communication mirror. I’ll contact you through it in the future.”

So she can contact me directly even when I’m in the Two Polarities Sect, without having to rely on others… She’s treating me like a confidant… Mu Zhi’an thought, his eyes filled with suspicion. He hadn’t done anything special. Why had her attitude changed so drastically?

He accepted the mirror and thanked her.

Although he didn’t know her intentions, her trust in him… was a good thing.

It was a shame he hadn’t had time to cultivate recently. Even a slight improvement in his techniques would increase his chances in the Ascension Ceremony—

Mu Zhi’an suddenly frowned, as if remembering something important.

He looked up at her and asked, “How long have I been in the Demon Realm?”

“Two days,” the Second Seat replied.

Two days…

Mu Zhi’an’s expression changed.

Holy crap, the Ascension Ceremony has already begun?!

The Demon Realm Empress seemed to sense his worry. She narrowed her eyes, and her soft, seductive voice whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll send your consciousness back to the Two Polarities Sect.”

…

Southern Bank.

Several plazas were filled with cultivators from all over the Nine Realms, their gazes fixed on the images displayed in the sky.

This Ascension Ceremony had gathered countless talented individuals. It was a rare event, and the elders of the Primordial Clans were naturally eager to witness their disciples’ performance.

Even reaching the top ten would bring honor to their families, let alone winning first place.

Several arenas were scattered throughout the southern bank, and within each, cultivators were engaged in fierce battles.

“Next, Mu Zhi’an.”

As the elder’s emotionless voice rang out, countless eyes turned towards the stage.

Most disciples within the Two Polarities Sect were familiar with the name ‘Mu Zhi’an’.

Not because of his talent, but because his Dao Companion was Bai Ruoxi, the prized disciple of Boundless Sea Peak’s Peak Master, he had two beautiful younger sisters, and even his maid was breathtakingly beautiful.

Most held no ill will towards him, as he was generally amiable. Only a few were jealous of him.

Or rather, they were envious of his smooth-talking skills. They knew his relationship with Bai Ruoxi wasn’t due to his talent or background, but his ability to woo women.

And that was precisely the skill these cultivators, who had dedicated their lives to cultivation, lacked.

The elder looked up and called out again, “Mu Zhi’an.”

Still no response.

A commotion arose among the crowd. Yan Ruyu, sitting with perfect posture before a distant stage, her alluring figure concealed by a loose black robe with embroidered flowers, her beautiful face partly hidden by her hair, her ample bosom and slender waist accentuated by a thin ribbon, frowned slightly.

The Pavilion Master of the Book Pavilion, a mature beauty as alluring as a ripe peach, looked at the young genius on stage, who was waiting for Mu Zhi’an’s arrival, and said softly to her disciple, “Is there still no news about my disciple?”

“I’ve searched the entire sect, Master, but I couldn’t find him… I heard he didn’t return to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony last night either,” the disciple whispered.

Yan Ruyu frowned, her gaze fixed on the stage, lost in thought.

The Vice Peak Master of Hidden Sword Peak chuckled and looked at her. “Don’t worry, Junior Sister Yan. The Book Pavilion’s position is unique. It’s different from the other main peaks. It doesn’t matter if your disciples don’t participate in the Ascension Ceremony. It’s always been like that, hasn’t it? Even if Mu Zhi’an participated, he probably wouldn’t…”

He shook his head, unable to finish his sentence.

Mu Zhi’an was only at the fourth-grade Core Formation Realm, and because of that tribulation in the Martial Realm, his cultivation level had even dropped from the peak of the fourth-grade to the initial stage. With his current strength, he might be able to reach the top hundred, but anything higher… was unlikely.

After all, this Ascension Ceremony had gathered countless geniuses. It was a true golden age, the most competitive one yet.

Yan Ruyu glanced at the Vice Peak Master coldly. “There’s no need for you to concern yourself with my disciple, Senior Brother Wang. I believe he wouldn’t forfeit without a reason.”

The Vice Peak Master chuckled. “It doesn’t matter if he forfeits. This year is different from previous years. Even if he participated, he wouldn’t achieve a good ranking.”

“In fact, all the disciples from my Hidden Sword Peak are at a higher level than Mu Zhi’an, and two of them are in the same group as him. He probably won’t even make it past them.”

Yan Ruyu chuckled. “Your disciples are indeed outstanding, Senior Brother, but are you confident they can defeat my disciple’s Dao Companion?”

The Vice Peak Master of Hidden Sword Peak was speechless.

One of the strongest contenders in this Ascension Ceremony was Bai Ruoxi. Who could be certain of defeating her?

Even Lan Mulian wasn’t sure, especially since she hadn’t refined the Seed of Dao Realization Mu Zhi’an had given her.

Ning Yuan, the Peak Master of Drunken Dream Peak, shook his head and chuckled. “A Dao Companion is a Dao Companion, and Mu Zhi’an is Mu Zhi’an. If he encounters Bai Ruoxi, do you really think she’ll forfeit?”

Many elders nodded in agreement.

Only Ye Siyu, who was representing the Forbidden Zone as an observer, frowned slightly. She sat beside the peak masters and elders from the Nine Realms, her lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

She had originally planned to participate, but since she and Ye Qian were the only ones sent from the Forbidden Zone, it was more appropriate for her to observe while Ye Qian competed.

Besides, she wasn’t interested in the Ascension Ceremony. She was more interested in finding dirt on Mu Zhi’an.

“It seems you have something to say, Miss Ye,” an elder from Yu State suddenly said with a smile, noticing her disdainful expression.

A few other elders also looked at her.

Ye Siyu narrowed her eyes and chuckled. “It’s nothing. I just think you’re underestimating him.”

They weren’t wrong. Based on his apparent strength, Mu Zhi’an was indeed average. However, he had many hidden trump cards… There might be other Chaos Bodies in the world, but only Mu Zhi’an possessed multiple extraordinary constitutions.

The elders from the Nine Realms chuckled softly, not bothering to argue.

They knew Ye Siyu was close to Mu Zhi’an. It was natural for her to defend him.

However, this was a competition. Background and connections didn’t matter here.

The disciple currently on stage was at the peak of the fifth-grade Core Formation Realm. How could a fourth-grade cultivator like Mu Zhi’an possibly win?

Besides, he hadn’t even appeared yet. Perhaps he had forfeited.

Suddenly, Ying Guhuan, who had been meditating silently, opened her eyes and looked up at the sky.

Someone in the crowd noticed something. “He’s coming,” he said.

The whispers died down as they all looked up and saw the young master in a black and gold robe approaching on his sword.

Ying Guhuan observed Mu Zhi’an carefully, her eyes narrowed.

The Demon Realm Empress’s aura…

Only demonic cultivators and those with exceptional sensitivity to Spiritual Energy could sense it. Even Ye Lingxuan, with her Innate Spiritual Body, would need to reach the Nascent Soul Realm to detect it.

Did the Demon Realm Empress take a liking to him… and deliberately leave her aura on him?

Ying Guhuan’s eyes flickered with a knowing glint.

No… it’s not a warning to other demonic cultivators. It’s more like a provocation…

Chapter 300: Mu Zhi’an Gets Kidnapped! 

Mu Zhi’an knew that the Primordial Witch’s will, after entering Wei Mengrou’s body, was influencing her personality, but he hadn’t expected her to engage in such playful teasing while talking to a disciple through the communication jade slip.

A closed room, flickering candlelight, the occasional voice of her senior sister coming from the jade slip on the table…

And Wei Mengrou’s seductive glances.

Although this was a scenario he had fantasized about, actually experiencing her warmth and her disdainful gaze while they were intimate was even more exhilarating than he had imagined.

As expected of his beloved maid, Mengrou. She was even more captivating when she embraced her mischievous side.

Although they didn’t have enough time for a proper ‘spiritual exchange ritual’, they still managed to enjoy themselves.

Under Mu Zhi’an’s satisfied gaze, Wei Mengrou retied the thin ribbon around her slender waist, smoothed her slightly disheveled hair, and walked over to the dressing table. She took out a piece of rouge from her storage ring and, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, gently bit it.

Mu Zhi’an walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, savoring her sweet fragrance and the softness of her body.

Wei Mengrou’s legs pressed together, her body stiffening slightly. She gently pushed his hands away.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t seem to mind and chuckled. “When did you learn so many tricks, Mengrou? Did Ruoxi teach you?”

Wei Mengrou turned around, straightened his messy collar, and said calmly, “I would never ask her about such things… I read about it in that book.”

“The first half of the book is about how to control your husband, and the second half is mostly about… how to provide… special pleasures…”

“Are those ‘special pleasures’ referring to what you just did to me…?” Mu Zhi’an asked tentatively.

Wei Mengrou was silent for a moment, then said, “I only read the second half.”

His maid was indeed cunning. Her words seemed to imply, “They all want to control you, but I’m the only one who truly cares about your pleasure.”

Mu Zhi’an looked down at Wei Mengrou, her delicate hands gently smoothing his hair, and felt a sudden urge to push her onto the bed and continue what they had started.

The image of his usually aloof maid lying on the bed, her face flushed with a shy blush while glaring at him with disdain… The thought alone was exciting.

Wei Mengrou seemed to sense his desire. She pursed her lips, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered in his ear, “Let’s save it for next time. You have an appointment.”

Her seductive voice and her unique fragrance made Mu Zhi’an’s gaze linger on her. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Are you Mengrou or the Primordial Witch?”

Wei Mengrou’s lips curved into a playful smile. “Guess.”

She walked past him, gently opened the door, and glanced back at him. “You’re not planning to offer your body in exchange for something from Yu State, are you?”

“Even if I wanted to, they might not be interested,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a wry smile.

“Even Dao Integration cultivators can barely use your Innate Celestial Furnace now. Who knows how valuable it will become after you reach the Nascent Soul Realm,” Wei Mengrou said calmly. “If I were Luo Tan, I would offer you resources in exchange for taking you to Yu State and nurturing you.”

“You’re not Luo Tan. You’re the Primordial Witch,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

“If you’re willing to keep me, Mengrou, I’ll gladly accept,” he added.

Wei Mengrou hesitated, her eyes widening slightly.

Now that she thought about it, she was the former master of the World Sea. If Yu State could offer resources in exchange for Mu Zhi’an, couldn’t she do the same?

Although there were still many mysteries surrounding the Primordial Witch, her identity was now confirmed.

Wei Mengrou looked at her young master intently, then transformed into a shadow and disappeared.

A cool breeze blew through the courtyard, and an eerie silence fell over the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Mu Zhi’an took out the invitation and read it again, then he made up his mind and left the room.

Regardless of whether he could obtain the Soul Condensing Pill, it wouldn’t hurt to build a good relationship with Yu State, the sacred land of alchemists.

…

The Two Polarities Sect was much livelier than usual today. The incident at the Pilgrimage Palace and the appearance of several Dao Integration experts had ignited a spark of ambition within the disciples, fueling their desire to cultivate.

After leaving the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Mu Zhi’an flew towards the southern bank on his sword.

Within the Two Polarities Sect, both the southern and northern banks covered vast areas. Without a flying sword, it would take half a day to travel between them. This was partly due to the sect’s size and partly due to the numerous halls and Celestial Realms scattered throughout the area.

The visiting cultivators were all residing on the southern bank.

For some reason, the southern bank was unusually quiet tonight, shrouded in a thick mist.

As Mu Zhi’an approached the entrance, he heard the sound of arguing coming from a distant hall.

Arguments were rare in the Two Polarities Sect. After all, this was a Xianxia world, and most cultivators believed that ‘Dao Companions only hinder cultivation’.

Of course, most of them simply didn’t know how to pursue women. Therefore, whenever they saw someone with a Dao Companion, or a popular young master like Mu Zhi’an, they would act dismissive, while secretly seething with envy.

“Junior Sister, listen to me. There’s definitely something valuable in the Pilgrimage Palace. If you can convince your master to give you her token, we can split the treasures!”

“Why would you think I can obtain the Peak Master’s token when even you can’t, Senior Brother?”

“You’re Master’s favorite disciple. If you ask her, she’ll definitely agree… I can guide you to the Pilgrimage Palace for free, and any treasures we find will be yours! Manting, my feelings for you are true. Trust me!”

“You’re so devoted, Senior Brother. However, if I remember correctly, you were involved with three or four other female cultivators before.”

The senior brother stammered, “T-that was… force majeure… I don’t know why they all liked me. I couldn’t help it. But you’re the only one I truly love. I swear! If I’m lying, may the heavens strike me down!”

In the Nine Realms, oaths weren’t to be taken lightly. It seemed this senior brother, even if he was a scoundrel in the past, had now become a devoted admirer.

Of all the people to fall for… why this wicked woman?

Just hearing the name the senior brother had called out, Mu Zhi’an knew who the girl was.

It was Huang Manting, the daughter of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, the one who had been possessed by the Demon Realm Empress.

It seemed the Demon Realm Empress had specific requirements for possession. Firstly, the host needed to possess a naturally seductive aura. Secondly… they had to be a “bad woman”.

Mu Zhi’an also recognized the senior brother. It was Ding Jingde, the Sixth Senior Brother of Heavenly Secrets Peak. He had used his seniority to deceive several naive junior sisters in the past. He had somehow encountered Huang Manting and become completely infatuated with her, willingly submitting to her charms.

Poor, simple-minded senior brother, being played like a fiddle.

Mu Zhi’an had experienced Huang Manting’s manipulative tactics firsthand. Her tea-making skills might not be at the ‘king’ level, but she was definitely a master. She had dealt with countless men like Ding Jingde in the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce. Taming a lovesick admirer was child’s play for her.

“I’m not interested in the Pilgrimage Palace’s treasures. If there’s nothing else, Senior Brother, please excuse me. The Ascension Ceremony is approaching, and I need to continue my cultivation,” Huang Manting said calmly.

However, Ding Jingde refused to give up.

“If I remember correctly, you seem to be quite close to that Mu Zhi’an, Manting. Are you rejecting me because of him?”

“I’m not interested in anyone, including Mu Zhi’an. Please leave, Senior Brother Ding,” Huang Manting said, her tone laced with impatience.

“Junior Sister—”

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Manting raised her finger and gently touched his forehead.

Ding Jingde swayed, his gaze fixed on her with a dazed expression, then he collapsed.

A pink mist, filled with a captivating allure, swirled around Huang Manting.

Despite the distance, Mu Zhi’an instantly recognized the origin of the mist.

Demonic Qi!

Huang Manting was from the Demon Realm?!

How was that possible? Wasn’t she the daughter of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce’s president? When did she become involved with the Demon Realm?!

Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat. He clasped his hands together, and the black mist of the Southern Wilderness’s secret technique was about to envelop him, concealing his aura.

Suddenly, a soft and seductive voice echoed through the quiet plaza. “Why are you leaving as soon as you see me, Young Master Mu? Do I hold no appeal for you?”

She glanced towards the pillar where Mu Zhi’an was hiding.

He sighed inwardly, then emerged from behind the pillar, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “Since when did your perception become so sharp, Miss Manting? You weren’t this perceptive before.”

Huang Manting, her black dress swaying gently in the mist, walked towards him, her body pressing against his as she leaned into his embrace. Her fingers, adorned with black nail polish, traced circles on his chest. She looked up at him with a smile. “This isn’t a good place to talk. If you don’t mind, Young Master Mu, come with me. We can chat somewhere more private.”

Mu Zhi’an shrugged. “Since you insist, Miss Manting, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

What else could he do? Could he shout for help and announce that she was a demonic cultivator?

Huang Manting had used some kind of demonic technique to instantly knock out Ding Jingde. He was probably no match for her either.

…

Upon arriving at Huang Manting’s elegant residence, she hung her black shawl on a chair and turned to Mu Zhi’an with a smile. “What kind of tea would you like, Young Master Mu?”

“Anything is fine. I’m also quite interested in experiencing your tea-making skills, Miss Manting,” Mu Zhi’an replied, his gaze lingering on her alluring figure.

Huang Manting smiled sweetly. “Since you insist, Young Master Mu, I’ll personally prepare a pot of tea for you.”

As she gracefully prepared the tea, Mu Zhi’an casually observed his surroundings. “Do you remember anything about the events of the past few days, Miss Manting?” he asked.

Huang Manting placed a teacup on the table before him, looked up at him with a smile, and asked, “Are you asking if I remember being possessed by the Demon Realm Empress, Young Master Mu?”

“You’ve already given me the answer,” Mu Zhi’an chuckled, his expression calm.

He took a sip of tea, trying to appear nonchalant.

“I’m also one of the Demon Realm Empress’s people,” he added after a moment, making his stance clear.

Huang Manting crossed her legs, the hem of her black dress revealing her smooth, fair thighs. She took a sip of tea and said, “I know.”

“But I only found out today.”

“Someone told you?” Mu Zhi’an asked, intrigued.

Huang Manting glanced at him. “The Demon Realm Empress told me.”

Hearing the Demon Realm Empress’s name, a hint of suspicion appeared in Mu Zhi’an’s eyes.

He had always felt that the Demon Realm Empress saw him as a mere pawn, a disposable one at that. Why would she reveal such a thing to Huang Manting?

“Actually, I was planning to visit you tonight,” Huang Manting said, chuckling softly.

“But it seems you’ve saved me the trouble, Young Master Mu.”

“Visiting me so late at night… Don’t tell me the Demon Realm Empress wants to silence me?” Mu Zhi’an joked, his hand discreetly gripping the communication jade slip.

Huang Manting shook her head and smiled. “Of course not. You’ve helped me, Young Master Mu. I wouldn’t repay kindness with ingratitude.”

She set down her teacup. “However, there is something I need your help with.”

“Please speak freely, Miss Manting.”

“The Demon Realm Empress wants me to send a wisp of your consciousness back to the Demon Realm,” Huang Manting said softly, looking at him sideways.

“A wisp of my consciousness…?” Mu Zhi’an’s expression remained calm, but he tightened his grip on the jade slip. “How can you send a wisp of consciousness to the Demon Realm?”

He would immediately contact Wei Mengrou if Huang Manting made any suspicious moves.

“It’s simple.”

However, Huang Manting didn’t attack. Instead, she leaned closer, her beautiful face inches from his.

Her rosy lips parted slightly, and she exhaled a sweet, pink mist.

“That’s all it takes,” she said with a sweet smile, looking at Mu Zhi’an, who had collapsed on the table.

…

Demon Realm.

This realm was unimaginably far from the Eastern Realm. Even for Core Formation cultivators, flying non-stop on their swords in a straight line would take at least five days.

Having absorbed the Primordial Demon Emperor’s essence, the Demon Realm Empress couldn’t easily leave the Northern Realm. A normal person would prioritize refining the essence and set aside the matter of Mu Zhi’an for now.

But the Demon Realm Empress was far from normal.

She couldn’t bring Mu Zhi’an to the Demon Realm. Doing so would be met with resistance.

However, she could easily bring a wisp of his consciousness here. A Dao Integration expert possessed unimaginable power.

And with a wisp of his consciousness, she could do many things…

Mu Zhi’an slowly opened his eyes.

An unfamiliar ceiling greeted him, as if mocking him: Hmph, unfamiliar human.

The hall was grand and spacious, three unfamiliar cultivators standing on either side.

Where am I…?

Mu Zhi’an pressed his hand against his forehead, feeling a sense of emptiness as he slowly stood up and looked around.

At the end of the hall was a golden throne adorned with snake heads, and upon it sat a breathtakingly beautiful woman in a luxurious dress.

Her figure was tall and alluring, her features exquisite, her eyes radiating authority, yet her aura was seductive and captivating.

Her voluptuous figure defied description.

“The Demon Realm Empress…?” Mu Zhi’an murmured, his gaze meeting her captivating eyes.

He stared at her, his mind filled with a single, giant question mark.

Holy crap, I woke up in the Demon Realm?!

“Leave us,” the Demon Realm Empress suddenly said.

She stood up from her throne, her seductive eyes fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

“I have some matters to discuss with him privately.”

Chapter 299: The Empress’s Invitation 

“This place is creepy. Why didn’t I feel this way last time…?”

Mu Zhi’an looked around, a chill running down his spine as he rubbed his arms.

This was the Celestial Realm where the Primordial Demon Emperor had been sealed. Last time, with Yao Meng’s presence, it hadn’t felt so eerie. But now, with the Primordial Demon Emperor gone, and Yao Meng not here, the place felt sinister.

Mu Zhi’an calmed himself down and walked deeper into the hall.

The hall was vast and empty. The vines that had once bound the Primordial Demon Emperor were now withered and dry.

He felt a slight discomfort.

Demonic Qi!

The entire hall was filled with the Primordial Demon Emperor’s Demonic Qi!

Most cultivators couldn’t survive in the Demon Realm because they couldn’t absorb Demonic Qi into their Vessels.

As expected of the former ruler of the Demon Realm, even after his death, his Demonic Qi was still so potent.

Mu Zhi’an scanned the hall with his Spiritual Sense, but he couldn’t find the Primordial Demon Emperor’s storage ring.

An ordinary cultivator would have given up, but he possessed a pseudo-Innate Spiritual Body. Although it wasn’t as powerful as Ye Lingxuan’s, it was still useful in this situation.

Mu Zhi’an persisted, closing his eyes and focusing, sensing the Demonic Qi around him.

To his surprise, the Demonic Qi, which was normally harmful to cultivators, felt like ordinary Spiritual Energy to him, easily absorbed into his Innate Celestial Furnace.

And amidst the dense Demonic Qi, he finally sensed something different.

He slowly opened his eyes and walked out of the hall.

Two statues stood on either side of the hall, and beside one of them lay a withered purple flower.

Mu Zhi’an infused a wisp of Spiritual Energy into the flower, and it bloomed, a surge of Demonic Qi erupting from it as it transformed into a purple ring.

The Primordial Demon Emperor’s storage ring… left so openly beside a statue. If it weren’t for his pseudo-Innate Spiritual Body, who would have noticed it?

“I hope you don’t disappoint me. I wasted precious time with Ruoxi for this…”

Mu Zhi’an put away the storage ring and left the ancient hall.

In a pavilion above, the maid looked at him and said softly, “He’s coming out.”

Empress Luo Tan’s gaze fell upon Mu Zhi’an, who had just emerged from the Celestial Realm. Her beautiful eyes were clear and bright, her hair swaying gently in the wind, her long legs, clad in black stockings, faintly visible beneath her white dress with gold embroidery.

Although she was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes held an air of authority that made it difficult to look directly at her.

“Should we invite him to see you tomorrow, Your Majesty?” the maid asked.

Luo Tan pondered for a moment. “The Ascension Ceremony begins the day after tomorrow, and the disciples participating in the Martial Realm trial will return tomorrow… Tomorrow will be too late. Invite him tonight.”

…

Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Mu Zhi’an returned to his residence and went straight to his room.

He took out the storage ring he had just obtained from the Pilgrimage Palace.

“I hope the Primordial Demon Emperor isn’t too poor… The Ascension Ceremony is approaching. If I can obtain some power from this ring, I might be able to protect my ‘virtue’… If I can’t open it, I’ll have to ask Mengrou to wear her stockings and comfort me tonight.”

Mu Zhi’an muttered to himself, putting the deep purple ring on his finger.

Then, he infused a wisp of Spiritual Energy into it.

Whoosh!

A bright light erupted from the ring, and Mu Zhi’an felt a surge of Demonic Qi wash over him. Ancient characters flooded his mind, making him dizzy for a moment.

Then, the scene before him changed. The sky was ablaze, and beneath the burning heavens, a phoenix engulfed in black flames screeched. The ancient characters in his mind became clear.

He instantly understood their meaning.

“The Heavenly Phoenix Manual.”

This must be the Primordial Demon Emperor’s… first-grade cultivation technique!

Is there nothing else in this ring?

Mu Zhi’an scanned the ring with his Spiritual Sense, but unfortunately, it only contained this technique. Nothing else.

“The Primordial Demon Emperor is much poorer than I imagined…” Mu Zhi’an complained inwardly.

Besides a first-grade demonic cultivation technique, there were no pills or other treasures.

It made sense. The Primordial Demon Emperor had been sealed in the Pilgrimage Palace for so long. Even if he had many pills initially, their potency would have faded after a hundred years.

As for Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs, most of them couldn’t be stored in a storage ring and required special environments to survive.

The Primordial Demon Emperor probably hadn’t expected to be sealed away for so long when he attacked the Eastern Realm.

Mu Zhi’an closed his eyes and examined the description of the Heavenly Phoenix Manual, gaining a new understanding of the Primordial Demon Emperor.

In a way, the Heavenly Phoenix Manual was similar to the Heavenly Phoenix Fruit juice he had… tasted on Yao Meng earlier.

The Heavenly Phoenix Manual allowed the cultivator to burn their Vessel and be reborn from the ashes when their Spiritual Energy was depleted. Cultivating it to the peak granted up to nine rebirths! And if one consumed the Heavenly Phoenix Fruit, the technique could even evolve further.

No wonder the Primordial Demon Emperor had chosen the Jade Pool Holy Land as his first target when he attacked the Eastern Realm… One of his goals must have been the Heavenly Phoenix Fruit.

However, he probably hadn’t expected the Jade Pool’s Holy Maiden to cultivate a sealing technique. The Pure World Azure Lotus was unstoppable at the same level, a true game-breaker.

Mu Zhi’an collected his thoughts and concealed the ring’s light.

“I can cultivate this Heavenly Phoenix Manual, but I can’t reveal it yet… Although it’s a demonic cultivation technique, it can still enhance my strength.”

Besides the Demon Realm Empress, who had a natural advantage due to her race, only Yao Meng possessed the ability to counter the Heavenly Phoenix Manual.

“If I master the Heavenly Phoenix Manual, the only one I’ll have to worry about is the Demon Realm Empress.”

The Demon Realm Empress’s true form was a giant python that could devour everything. The Heavenly Phoenix Manual allowed one to burn their Vessel and instantly replenish their Spiritual Energy, but the Demon Realm Empress could devour their essence while they were weakened.

This would render the Heavenly Phoenix Manual useless.

As for Yao Meng’s Pure World Azure Lotus… Mu Zhi’an wasn’t afraid.

Although she could counter the Heavenly Phoenix Manual, she couldn’t counter him.

If he wanted to, he could suppress her tonight.

Of course, he might need both hands. One wouldn’t be enough.

After all, her… assets were quite substantial.

Thinking of the fairy’s alluring demeanor in bed, Mu Zhi’an felt a surge of desire, almost wanting to find her and cultivate the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll right now.

However, the Ascension Ceremony was approaching. He needed to focus on improving his strength.

Mu Zhi’an put away the storage ring containing the Heavenly Phoenix Manual and was about to go to Bai Ruoxi’s room to cultivate when a knock came from the door. Then, Wei Mengrou’s cold and calm voice echoed from outside.

“There’s a letter for you.”

A letter for me…? Why didn’t they just come and see me…? Mu Zhi’an said, “Come in, Mengrou.”

…

Inside the room, candlelight flickered as Mu Zhi’an took the letter from Wei Mengrou and glanced at its contents.

It was an invitation from the Empress of Yu State’s maid.

The Empress’s name seemed to be Luo Tan…? And she was a Heaven-Grade Alchemist…

Mu Zhi’an recalled the beautiful woman in the white dress he had seen earlier, then he carefully read the invitation.

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face. Noticing Wei Mengrou’s gaze, he turned to look at her. “It’s an invitation from Yu State.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him. “They shouldn’t know about your Innate Celestial Furnace. Why would they invite you?”

Dao Integration experts had seen countless geniuses throughout their long lives. Besides prodigies like Ye Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi, most ‘geniuses’ wouldn’t catch their attention.

Yet, she had sent her maid to deliver a letter to Mu Zhi’an… It was strange.

Whether it was because of the Primordial Witch’s influence or something else, Wei Mengrou’s gaze lingered on his face, a strange longing appearing in her usually cold eyes.

She quickly snapped out of it, shaking her head to dispel her thoughts. “Are you going?” she asked coldly.

Mu Zhi’an put away the invitation and smiled. “Since they’ve invited me, of course I’ll go. There’s going to be an alchemy competition, and I’m quite interested in the prize… Perhaps I can even bribe the judge.”

Even the formations in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony couldn’t completely conceal the demonic aura from Bai Ruoxi’s future Nascent Soul tribulation. However, with the Soul Condensing Pill, it wouldn’t be a problem.

And if she obtained the pill, her chances of safely reaching the Nascent Soul Realm would be over 90%.

“Do you really think they’ll give you the prize just because you visit them?” Wei Mengrou raised an eyebrow.

“Of course not. They’ll follow the rules.”

Mu Zhi’an paused, glancing at her smooth, jade-like legs. “But… there’s always a way,” he said, his voice trailing off.

In the past, even when he was alone with Wei Mengrou, he wouldn’t have any inappropriate thoughts. However, after her bold move that day, he had gradually awakened some… hidden desires.

And after their kiss earlier, he couldn’t help but have some… bold ideas.

Wei Mengrou seemed to sense his gaze. She pursed her lips, then raised an eyebrow, a look of disdain in her eyes. “Don’t you have anything better to do than think about such things all day? If you had focused on your cultivation, you would have reached the sixth-grade Core Formation Realm by now.”

“I’ve been cultivating diligently ever since leaving Tianxuan City… These thoughts are… force majeure,” Mu Zhi’an said helplessly, spreading his hands.

Wei Mengrou glared at him. “What ‘force majeure’?”

“Because you’re here, it’s force majeure,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

“You have that kind of effect on me, Mengrou.”

His words, although simply expressing his desire, sounded poetic and romantic, even tugging at her heartstrings. Even Wei Mengrou was momentarily speechless.

Although he was being sincere.

Among the girls in his ‘fish pond’, Wei Mengrou’s legs were the most beautiful, their skin the fairest. He had confirmed this during their earlier… encounter.

Seeing her silence, Mu Zhi’an was about to speak when a disciple’s voice suddenly came from the jade slip on Wei Mengrou’s waist. “Junior Sister Wei, Master wants you to collect your resources and pills for the next half month.”

It was a communication jade slip from Metamorphic Jewel Peak. Since she had awakened an Artifact Spirit, they could communicate through it as long as they weren’t too far apart. The disciple who had spoken must be outside the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

But Wei Mengrou had just collected her resources and pills a few days ago. It wasn’t time yet. Why were they giving her more?

“Metamorphic Jewel Peak really values you, Mengrou. As expected of a genius,” Mu Zhi’an said teasingly through voice transmission.

Noticing his playful tone and his gaze lingering on her body, Wei Mengrou glared at him disdainfully.

Then, as if thinking of something amusing, a playful smile curved her lips, and she replied softly, “I have some matters to attend to. Tell Master I’ll go to Metamorphic Jewel Peak later.”

The disciple outside was stunned. “Do you need any help?”

“No, thank you.”

Wei Mengrou smiled faintly, glancing at her teasing young master. She slowly moved her hand up her smooth, fair leg, her finger gently hooking the hem of her skirt.

Sensing his heated gaze, Wei Mengrou, or rather, the maid influenced by the Primordial Witch, smiled mischievously, lifting her skirt slightly, her eyes seductive.

“It’s just a matter of dealing with a worm. It won’t take long.”

“What do you think, Master?”

Chapter 298: Treasure of the Nine Realms, Mu Zhi’an 

After waiting in the courtyard for about half an hour, Mu Zhi’an sensed Ye Qian’s aura approaching.

He reluctantly removed his head from Wei Mengrou’s lap and turned to look at the young lady.

Noticing his gaze, Ye Qian peeked at him, then, remembering what Yao Meng had said, she blushed, lowered her head, and quickly walked away.

“Qian’er…” Mu Zhi’an tried to stop her with a voice transmission.

Ye Qian paused, glanced at him, and said softly, “I’m sorry, I have something to do, Brother Mu. We can talk later.”

Then, before he could respond, she hurried away.

What did Yao Meng tell her? Qian’er doesn’t seem angry, but her reaction is strange… Mu Zhi’an was worried, so he excused himself from Wei Mengrou. “Mengrou, I’m going to see Yao Meng. There’s something I need to confirm.”

Yao Meng wouldn’t force her disciple to leave him, but he was still concerned about what she had said to Qian’er…

He left the courtyard and walked along a quiet path, finally finding the fairy in a secluded garden.

Yao Meng looked at him with a smile. “You’re quite concerned about Qian’er, aren’t you?”

She paused, then continued, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t force her to leave you… She’s my disciple, after all.”

“Of course, I trust you, Empress… But what did you tell her? Qian’er’s reaction was strange when she left,” Mu Zhi’an asked.

Yao Meng looked at him meaningfully. “You’ll find out eventually.”

She casually changed the subject. “The Northern Realm is different from the Eastern Realm. The entire Northern Realm is under the Demon Realm Empress’s control. Now that she has absorbed the Primordial Demon Emperor’s essence, once she refines it, the Northern Realm’s strength will increase dramatically.”

“You should also focus on improving your strength. Once you reach the Nascent Soul Realm, you’ll be able to protect yourself.”

“You’re right, Empress. I’ll cultivate diligently… But you’re always inside my body, and even if the Demon Realm Empress refines the essence, she won’t immediately come after me, right?” Mu Zhi’an asked, puzzled.

This wasn’t like Yao Meng. Firstly, she would remain within his Innate Celestial Furnace until it was full. Secondly, no matter how strong the Demon Realm Empress was, if the Northern Realm made a move, even if the Eastern Realm was divided, they would still unite against a common enemy.

Besides, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach the Nascent Soul Realm within a year.

“The Demon Realm Empress is one reason. There’s another,” Yao Meng said, pausing for a moment. She looked at him, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

“I also want to see if your Innate Celestial Furnace can evolve again after you reach the Nascent Soul Realm.”

Just say you’re attracted to my body. Why make it sound so scientific…? Mu Zhi’an nodded obediently. “I’ll cultivate diligently and reach the Nascent Soul Realm as soon as possible to provide you with more Spiritual Energy, Empress…”

Yao Meng chuckled. “You’re usually so polite, yet you become so… unrestrained in bed.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “That’s because you’re too alluring, Empress. Sometimes, I can’t control myself…”

He paused, then asked, “Did the Primordial Demon Emperor choose to burn his essence and fight because of the Demon Realm Empress’s arrival?”

He decided to trust Yao Meng. Since she said she hadn’t said anything strange to Qian’er, he would believe her.

Yao Meng nodded slightly. “You’re right. I think Shang Yanfei was worried about further delays… However, I’m surprised she would cooperate with the Demon Realm Empress.”

“Demons and cultivators are sworn enemies…” Mu Zhi’an was well aware of this.

In the Eastern Realm, demonic cultivators were hunted down. Similarly, in the Demon Realm, cultivators would also face great danger.

And in this environment, the Two Polarities Sect, the most sacred sect in the Eastern Realm, whose Sect Master was a mysterious figure, was secretly cooperating with the Demon Realm Empress… If this news spread, it would cause an uproar.

“Sect Master…” Mu Zhi’an was about to say something.

Yao Meng glanced at him.

A single look, and Mu Zhi’an understood. “The Sect Master must have cooperated with the Demon Realm Empress to avoid sacrificing her disciples, right?” he corrected himself.

Yao Meng nodded with satisfaction.

He only needed to call her ‘Empress’. She was the Sect Master, not his ‘sister’.

Then, she shook her head. “Shang Yanfei is a completely rational person. She should know the consequences of giving the Primordial Demon Emperor’s essence to the Demon Realm Empress.”

“Even so, it’s still strange that she chose to cooperate with her,” Mu Zhi’an said.

He thought of the Sect Master, the alluring woman in the black robe. She was a mysterious figure, someone he couldn’t understand… He knew he was an important pawn in her game, but her actions this time were truly baffling.

Letting the Demon Realm Empress become stronger wouldn’t benefit the Eastern Realm.

What was she planning…?

Was it simply to eliminate the already weakened Primordial Demon Emperor?

Or was it to protect her disciples?

Only two people could defeat the Primordial Demon Emperor: Yao Meng, the Jade Empress who had sealed him away in the past, and the Demon Realm Empress.

Although the Primordial Demon Emperor had been sealed for a thousand years, he had once been a terrifying figure in the Nine Realms. The Demon Realm Empress could only defeat him because her abilities countered his.

“The Primordial Demon Emperor wasn’t wearing a storage ring when he died. If I’m not mistaken, it should still be in the Pilgrimage Palace. You can go take a look if you have the chance,” Yao Meng suddenly said.

“There should be quite a few treasures inside.”

The Primordial Demon Emperor’s storage ring…?

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He was the former leader of the Demon Realm. How many treasures must be inside his storage ring?

If he could refine some of those treasures with his Innate Celestial Furnace, he could help Ruoxi and the others reach the Nascent Soul Realm faster…

Mu Zhi’an’s mind wandered. After exchanging a few more words with Yao Meng, he excused himself and headed towards Ling Long’s residence.

The Primordial Demon Emperor’s storage ring was definitely a valuable treasure, but trying to enter the Pilgrimage Palace now would be impossible.

After what had just transpired, the Enforcement Hall would surely seal it off, preventing any disciples from entering.

Normally, only elders and peak masters could enter.

But there was another way…

…

“Aaaa~”

Lin Ling was perched on a table, holding a white Go stone, yawning lazily, her ample bosom pressing against the tabletop.

Her figure, personality, and strength were all exceptional, but she was a glutton, and her mind was a bit too simple. Even after spending so much time with her, Mu Zhi’an hadn’t been able to… make a move.

Most importantly, her Dao was unique. She could sense ‘malice’.

He had no malicious intentions towards Lin Ling, but if he revealed his desire for her body, she would immediately sense it and be disgusted.

Therefore, he hadn’t found a suitable opportunity to get closer to her.

As she played Go by herself, bored, Lin Ling suddenly sniffed the air.

Roasted goose!

Her eyes lit up as she looked towards the door.

As expected, Mu Zhi’an entered, carrying a plate of food. The silver-haired beauty, her hands resting on her lap, looked at the Go board, her gaze filled with anticipation, yet she maintained her composure.

Mu Zhi’an apologized sincerely. “Sorry, I was delayed by some matters in the Martial Realm.”

Lin Ling ignored him.

He placed the plate before her and smiled. “So I put in extra effort tonight.”

Lin Ling glanced at him, seeing his sincerity, her expression softening. She nodded, seemingly satisfied.

As she started eating, Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then asked, “Do you know about the Primordial Demon Emperor, Sister Lin Ling?”

Lin Ling tapped her fingers on the table, and words appeared: I know.

“The Primordial Demon Emperor perished today. Yao Meng said his storage ring might still be in the Pilgrimage Palace. Do you think it’s safe for me to go there now?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

Lin Ling tapped the table again: The Primordial Demon Emperor is dead, so it’s safe.

“But the Enforcement Hall has sealed off the Pilgrimage Palace. It might be difficult for me to enter…” Mu Zhi’an hinted subtly, watching as the silver-haired beauty took small bites of her roasted goose.

She picked up a piece of meat and placed it in his mouth.

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry. You can have it, Sister Lin Ling,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

Lin Ling nodded and continued eating.

“Sister Lin Ling, about what you said earlier…”

She wiped her hands with a handkerchief, glanced at him, and tapped the table: You’ve been busy with the Ascension Ceremony. I’m bored.

“I’m sorry. I’ll have time after the Ascension Ceremony,” Mu Zhi’an said helplessly.

If it weren’t for the Sect Master, he wouldn’t even be participating. He might have forfeited already.

Lin Ling pondered for a moment, then nodded and pointed at the table: You have to keep me company every day from now on.

Mu Zhi’an nodded. “Definitely.”

Lin Ling nodded with satisfaction, then rummaged through her ample bosom and took out a white-gold token.

Within the sect, everyone, from disciples to elders and peak masters, had a token. Ling Long was no exception.

With her token, he could go anywhere within the Two Polarities Sect without being stopped.

Mu Zhi’an took the token and looked at Lin Ling, who was staring at the Go board. “Are you playing Go by yourself, Sister Lin Ling?” he asked curiously.

Lin Ling nodded slightly and pointed at the seat opposite her.

She wants me to play with her…? Mu Zhi’an understood. He sat down, picked up a black stone, and began the game.

Whether it was because he was too strong or she was too weak, by the middle of the game, Lin Ling’s white stones were completely surrounded.

“Aaaa…”

Looking at the disastrous situation on the board, Lin Ling lost her appetite and fell into deep thought.

Then, she pointed behind Mu Zhi’an.

As he turned around, she quickly flicked two of his stones off the board.

Mu Zhi’an turned back, looking at her curiously. “Did you say something was behind me?”

Lin Ling shook her head and made a sound, indicating there was nothing there.

Mu Zhi’an was confused by the adorable Ling Long. He picked up a black stone, about to place it on the board, then he paused, as if realizing something.

He glanced at Lin Ling, then continued the game.

In the end, Mu Zhi’an lost. He sighed dramatically. “You’re so good, Sister Lin Ling.”

“Aaa~!” Lin Ling nodded proudly, her ample bosom jiggling slightly.

“Who taught you how to play Go so well?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

Lin Ling pointed towards Two Polarities Peak.

The Sect Master…?

But she wouldn’t cheat, would she? Lin Ling must be a natural… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

He waited patiently for her to finish her meal, chatted with her for a while, then excused himself.

Lin Ling nodded, seemingly wanting him to stay longer.

…

While Mu Zhi’an was seeking help from Lin Ling, the Two Polarities Sect was buzzing with excitement.

Three Dao Integration experts had come from other realms, and along with the Sect Master and the Jade Empress, they had suppressed the evil being in the Pilgrimage Palace. Moreover, the Empress of Yu State, at the Sect Master’s invitation, had decided to stay and watch the Ascension Ceremony. There would even be an alchemy competition afterwards.

The Empress’s maid had even revealed that the prize for the alchemy competition was an eighth-grade pill, the Soul Condensing Pill!

Reaching the Nascent Soul Realm was the ultimate goal for countless cultivators, but the Nascent Soul tribulation was incredibly difficult. Not to mention the tribulation, even reaching the peak of the Core Formation Realm and preparing for the breakthrough was a challenge for most.

And the Soul Condensing Pill could assist cultivators in this process, with a success rate of over 90%!

In other words, as long as their luck wasn’t atrocious, this pill could create a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Not only alchemists, but even cultivators who had never studied alchemy were envious.

This news had spread throughout the sect like wildfire, catching everyone’s attention.

They didn’t doubt its authenticity. After all, the maid had likely revealed it with the Empress’s permission.

The Ascension Ceremony, with three Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs as prizes, and the subsequent alchemy competition… These events had brought unprecedented attention to the Two Polarities Sect. Countless eyes were now upon them.

Luo Tan, the beautiful and elegant Empress of Yu State, stood in a pavilion above the Pilgrimage Palace, her long legs clad in black stockings and white boots, her gaze sweeping over the scene below.

“Shang Yanfei is truly extraordinary. Is she too confident in herself, or does she simply believe the Demon Realm Empress isn’t interested in the Eastern Realm?”

“To give away the Primordial Demon Emperor’s essence so readily… she’s truly bold.”

Her maid looked down at the Pilgrimage Palace, which was now completely sealed off by the Enforcement Hall. “The Two Polarities Sect’s Sect Master seems to be able to predict the future. Perhaps she has foreseen something…?”

“Perhaps.”

Luo Tan smiled faintly, her gaze falling upon a young man in a black robe who was trying to enter the Pilgrimage Palace but was being blocked by the Enforcement Hall. She chuckled. “It seems there are still quite a few clever people.”

Although the Primordial Demon Emperor was dead, there might still be treasures within the Pilgrimage Palace. Those who knew his identity would naturally want to explore it.

However, the Enforcement Hall wouldn’t allow anyone to enter.

The maid glanced at the young man. “That seems to be Ye Yu, an inner disciple of Drunken Dream Peak. He’s quite talented and an alchemist.”

Luo Tan simply replied with a noncommittal “mm-hmm”, seemingly uninterested.

Alchemists were naturally sensitive to Spiritual Energy, and their own energy would carry traces of medicinal herbs. She could tell at a glance that Ye Yu was an alchemist, and a talented one at that.

“But he doesn’t seem very bright,” the Empress murmured.

At that moment, Ye Yu was arguing with the Enforcement Hall disciples before the Pilgrimage Palace, his face filled with frustration. “Senior Sister, I accidentally left my storage ring in the Pilgrimage Palace. Please let me in,” he said to the female cultivator guarding the entrance.

It was An Lingyue, the eldest disciple of Boundless Sea Peak, whom Mu Zhi’an had met once before.

She was the granddaughter of the Enforcement Hall’s Master and one of the disciples responsible for sealing off the Pilgrimage Palace. Naturally, she refused his request.

“I’m sorry, Junior Brother Ye, but for your safety, I can’t let you in,” An Lingyue said with a smile.

Ye Yu seemed to want to argue further. “But Senior Sister—”

“The sect has forbidden anyone from entering the Pilgrimage Palace during this period. There will be severe consequences if you disobey, Junior Brother Ye. Please return,” An Lingyue said gently.

Knowing there were treasures within, yet being denied entry… Ye Yu glared at An Lingyue and the other Enforcement Hall disciples, his expression darkening. Despite his reluctance, he could only turn and leave.

Since the Enforcement Hall wouldn’t budge, he would have to find another way.

He didn’t realize that his every move had been observed by the Empress of Yu State, who was watching from a pavilion above.

Her maid said, “This Ye Yu is quite talented, but he doesn’t seem very tactful. He even glared at them when he left.”

Luo Tan chuckled, unbothered, her mind still on Shang Yanfei’s motives.

A few more cultivators tried to enter the Pilgrimage Palace, but they were all turned away by the Enforcement Hall. After a while, Luo Tan, seemingly bored, was about to leave.

Suddenly, her gaze fell upon a young cultivator who had just arrived at the Pilgrimage Palace.

It was the young man with the unusual Spiritual Energy from that night.

He seemed to know An Lingyue and was chatting with her amicably, a warm smile on his face.

The maid glanced at him. “He seems quite tactful and has a good relationship with that senior sister… But even so, she won’t let him in.”

She couldn’t help but look at Mu Zhi’an again.

He dressed well and was incredibly handsome. She had never seen such a beautiful man, even in Yu State… If he were a woman, he would be considered a beauty that could topple nations.

As if Mu Zhi’an had mentioned wanting to enter the Pilgrimage Palace, An Lingyue’s smile faded, and she shook her head, refusing his request.

Luo Tan chuckled softly. “Let’s go.”

This Mu Zhi’an was more tactful than the other cultivators, but that was all.

The Jade Empress’s earlier performance wasn’t an act.

She had assumed Yao Meng was pretending to be uninterested in Mu Zhi’an, but now it seemed she truly wasn’t, simply repaying his kindness by guiding his cultivation.

As for how he obtained the Rebirth Water, it was probably because he had a close relationship with the Forbidden Zone’s Holy Maiden and had won her favor.

After all, no matter how talented the Holy Maiden was, she was still just a seventeen-year-old girl.

Thinking of this, Luo Tan turned to leave, her maid following closely behind.

Suddenly, as if noticing something, she glanced back and saw Mu Zhi’an taking out a sect token from his pocket.

The white-gold token was engraved with a silver dragon, its image lifelike.

Luo Tan wasn’t familiar with the Two Polarities Sect’s customs, but she knew their tokens were generally divided into four categories: disciple tokens, Enforcement Hall tokens, elder tokens, and peak master tokens.

And there was a fifth type, the most unique one.

There was only one such token, and only one person in the entire sect possessed it. Seeing this token was like seeing the Sect Master herself. Even elders had to bow before it.

“Why does he have Ling Long’s token…?”

Luo Tan’s eyes flickered as she looked at the token in Mu Zhi’an’s hand.

“Master…?”

The maid paused and looked up at the Empress, who was staring down at Mu Zhi’an from the pavilion.

After a moment, a faint smile curved Luo Tan’s lips.

“Let’s wait and see.”

The Jade Empress… was definitely hiding something.

Chapter 297: The Maid’s Triumphant Smirk 

Mu Zhi’an had never imagined Ye Qian would walk in on him like this, especially with Ye Qian’s master.

He had locked the door. How did she get in?!

As a fish pond master with top-tier anti-gank awareness, he wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake as leaving the door unlocked while being intimate with Yao Meng.

But Ye Qian had opened the door without any resistance.

…Could it be Mengrou’s doing?

“I unlocked it.”

As if reading his mind, a soft voice came from behind him, drawing his attention.

Yao Meng, one hand clutching the blanket to cover her alluring figure, her beautiful legs faintly visible beneath it, looked at him with a faint smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I knew when Qian’er entered the courtyard. But… she’ll find out eventually. Why not now?”

She shifted her gaze from Mu Zhi’an to Ye Qian.

Ye Qian looked flustered, her hand covering her mouth as she instinctively took a step back.

However, besides surprise, there was no anger or sadness in her eyes.

The Jade Pool Holy Maidens could sense others’ emotions. This was the Dao of the Jade Pool, and Yao Meng, as the first Holy Maiden, was its creator. Naturally, she could easily discern Ye Qian’s emotions.

This seemingly pure and innocent young lady wasn’t angry or sad upon discovering her beloved Brother Mu and her respected master being intimate. Instead, she felt… a strange excitement and a pang of jealousy.

A mix of jealousy towards her master and excitement at seeing them together… such a complicated reaction was unexpected.

No wonder I felt we were compatible, Qian’er and I. So that’s why…

Yao Meng looked at Ye Qian’s beautiful face with a smile. The young lady’s long eyelashes fluttered as she stared at Mu Zhi’an for a moment, then, snapping out of her daze, she turned to flee.

Mu Zhi’an reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist. “Wait, Qian’er!”

Ye Qian stopped, her eyes fixed on him with a complex mix of emotions, her delicate neck forming a graceful curve, her beautiful face framed by her neatly styled hair.

Although she wore a light blue jacket, it couldn’t conceal her youthful figure, her long, shapely legs visible beneath her skirt.

“Is there something else, Brother Mu…?” she asked softly, her head lowered.

Her face was flushed, her ears red, her lips pursed tightly, as if she wanted to disappear.

Mu Zhi’an glanced at Yao Meng, as if asking: What should I do?

The fact that Ye Qian hadn’t run away meant she was willing to listen to his explanation. However, she had just witnessed him with Mengrou, and that matter hadn’t been resolved yet. And now this… It was tricky.

Yao Meng released the blanket, revealing her alluring figure in a loose white robe.

Her slightly disheveled hair, instead of looking messy, added to her charm.

She looked at Mu Zhi’an, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Leave us alone for a moment. I need to talk to Qian’er.”

Mu Zhi’an was stunned. Are you sure you two won’t fight…?

But then he realized something.

Yao Meng must have a plan, since she had deliberately let Qian’er see them.

He just didn’t know if her plan involved something like, ‘Here’s a million Spirit Stones. Leave him,’ or ‘I’ve taken a liking to your Brother Mu. He’s your master now.’…

If the story progressed like that, Qian’er would become the classic underdog protagonist.

She would achieve Dao Integration in the future, storm the Jade Pool, and take Mu Zhi’an away during his wedding with Yao Meng… The classic wedding crasher scenario.

Of course, that was just his imagination. Qian’er wasn’t that aggressive. She was a pure and innocent young lady.

Mu Zhi’an nodded silently and left the room.

The master and disciple sat in silence.

After a while, Yao Meng tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “Let’s talk.”

…

In the courtyard.

Mu Zhi’an paced back and forth, his mind elsewhere, then sighed.

“Being too outstanding isn’t always a good thing…” he muttered.

“Hmph.”

A cold scoff came from nearby. Mu Zhi’an wasn’t surprised. He turned to see his maid sitting in the pavilion, looking down at him.

“You’re here too, Mengrou?” he asked, feigning surprise.

He had sensed her presence earlier. His sigh had been a deliberate attempt to get her attention.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. “It seems Qian’er stumbled upon something… interesting when she went to see you earlier.”

“It was just a little accident,” Mu Zhi’an said, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Although he was curious about what Qian’er and Yao Meng had discussed, eavesdropping on a Dao Integration Empress wasn’t realistic. He could only trust Yao Meng.

Based on his understanding of her, she wouldn’t do anything to separate them.

She probably enjoyed ‘cuckolding’ others more than breaking up couples.

Mu Zhi’an collected his thoughts and walked into the pavilion, sitting down beside Wei Mengrou under her cold gaze.

“Do you need something?” she asked.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her, his gaze lingering on her tall, alluring figure, her beautiful face, her bright eyes, her yellow dress accentuating her curves, her long eyelashes, and her rosy lips.

He suddenly smiled. “You’re so cold, Mengrou. It makes me wonder if you still mean what you said earlier.”

Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Honestly, even he, a seasoned fish pond master, wasn’t entirely confident about his relationship with Wei Mengrou. After all, she knew all about his past misdeeds. The fact that she had confessed her feelings for him… meant she truly loved him.

Wei Mengrou pursed her lips and glanced at him. “Since when are you insecure?”

“I wouldn’t be, normally,” Mu Zhi’an sighed softly. “But because it’s you, Mengrou… I don’t want to lose you.”

“How many other girls have you said that to?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“What do you think?” Mu Zhi’an asked, meeting her gaze.

Wei Mengrou looked away, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “Then you can rest assured. Whether it’s because of my constitution or my promise, I won’t leave your side.”

She paused, calming herself down, then looked up at him. “You’re not angry that I told Ruoxi about us?”

Mu Zhi’an shook his head and chuckled. “Since she already found out, there’s nothing we can do… She’s a smart girl. She would have found out eventually.”

“But I’m still a bit disappointed that you gave her your stockings. I think you look beautiful in both black and white,” he added, glancing at her long, shapely legs with genuine regret.

He had initially thought stockings didn’t exist in this world, but he later discovered they weren’t uncommon in Yu State. The Empress of Yu State’s black silk legs had been quite eye-catching.

But Nirvana Silk wasn’t easy to obtain… He couldn’t ask Yao Meng for it.

Wei Mengrou glared at him disdainfully. “You like me wearing stockings that much?”

“It’s not about liking it. They just suit you,” Mu Zhi’an said, refusing to admit that he was a leg man.

“So you don’t like it?” Wei Mengrou tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“It’s not that I don’t—”

Wei Mengrou suddenly interrupted him. “Think carefully. Your answer will determine whether you’ll see me wearing them again.”

“Well… if I have to choose, I do like it,” Mu Zhi’an admitted.

So even you can be embarrassed… Wei Mengrou’s lips curved into a slight smile. She leaned in and gently kissed him.

Her lips, cool and soft, brushed against his, then she pulled away, not giving him a chance to savor the moment.

“That’s my answer to your question,” she said softly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Seeing his stunned expression, she continued, “Just a kiss, and you’re frozen? That’s not like you—”

“Mm…”

Her teasing words were cut short as Mu Zhi’an wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened as she closed them, her heart racing uncontrollably. However, she maintained a shred of rationality and transmitted her voice, her words slightly muffled, “S-stop… Stop it… We’re in the courtyard… If someone sees us…”

“…”

“Don’t blame me if you keep this up…”

“Don’t touch me there… What if someone sees us…? Mm~”

Her voice transmission gradually faded, her face flushed, her body melting against his as his hands wandered.

Although she didn’t like the feeling of being dominated, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it.

Their relationship was complicated. When he was still a spoiled young master, he had often looked at her with lust in his eyes, and she had truly disliked him back then.

Although she protected him, she never allowed him to get close to her.

Even after he changed his ways, his lecherous nature remained. He even treated her like air, flirting with other girls and whispering sweet nothings to them.

A cold and aloof maid like her should never have any intimate relationship with a playboy like him.

But he wasn’t always hiding behind her for protection. When the girls around him were in danger, he would fight for them… He had even risked his life, his cultivation level dropping from the peak of the fourth-grade Core Formation Realm to the initial stage after that tribulation in the Martial Realm.

It was then that Wei Mengrou realized she had feelings for him. She didn’t know when it had started, but the Martial Realm trial had been a catalyst.

She had few memories of her past, longed for love but pushed others away. Perhaps only Mu Zhi’an could have loved someone like her.

She wasn’t confident in her own beauty, but as long as he liked it, it was enough.

Although there were many girls around him now, and their relationship had just begun, it wasn’t too late.

After all, she was different from the others.

She had an advantage they didn’t.

She was his personal maid.

While they were busy fighting over him, she could be in his room, obeying his requests, stepping on him with disdain while teasing him.

Just like that day when Bai Ruoxi had passed by, and she had been in his room, controlling his fate with her legs.

And just like now, while Bai Ruoxi was cultivating, and Qian’er was discussing cultivation techniques with Yao Meng, they were here in the courtyard…

You can fight over him all you want. I’m his maid, so it has nothing to do with me. Even if the sky falls, it doesn’t concern me.

“…”

After a long while, they parted, Wei Mengrou’s eyes hazy, her breath warm against his face.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Mu Zhi’an whispered, gazing at her.

Wei Mengrou glared at him disdainfully, remaining silent.

“Are you angry?” he asked.

“You were too reckless. If someone saw us, what would you do?” she asked coldly.

Then, she blinked, a faint smile curving her lips.

“But… I didn’t hate it.”

Although her words made his heart race, remembering they were in the courtyard, Mu Zhi’an suppressed his desire.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Wei Mengrou looked towards Bai Ruoxi’s room. “By the way, you should prepare a concealment formation,” she said.

“When a cultivator breaks through to the Nascent Soul Realm, their Spiritual Energy will attract a Heavenly Tribulation. If a demonic cultivator undergoes their tribulation within the sect, their true nature will be exposed.”

Mu Zhi’an raised an eyebrow, understanding her meaning. “You’re talking about Ruoxi’s Three-Tailed Fox heritage?”

Although the sect knew that Bai Ruoxi was half-demon and didn’t mind, revealing it publicly would still affect their reputation. It was best to keep it a secret to avoid unnecessary trouble.

If that was the case, he needed to make preparations.

After all, with Bai Ruoxi’s current cultivation speed, she would likely reach the Nascent Soul Realm within a year or two.

However, he didn’t know how to conceal the demonic aura of a Nascent Soul tribulation.

Perhaps he should ask Yao Meng tonight…

Mu Zhi’an rested his head on Wei Mengrou’s smooth, jade-like legs, their soft touch more comfortable than any pillow, as he pondered this matter.

I wonder how Yao Meng and Qian’er’s conversation is going… He watched as Wei Mengrou smoothed out her dress, his thoughts wandering.

…

Meanwhile.

If Mu Zhi’an were a cake, then Ye Qian had just walked in on Yao Meng enjoying the leftovers. Faced with the master she had always respected, Ye Qian’s mind was in turmoil, unsure how to react.

Yao Meng, however, remained calm, her beautiful eyes gazing at the flustered young lady with a gentle expression.

Ye Qian’s pure and alluring face, her delicate features, her rosy lips slightly pursed, her head lowered, as if she didn’t know how to address the seemingly untainted fairy before her.

Finally, mustering her courage, she looked up and said, “M-Master… if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

Yao Meng looked at Ye Qian’s retreating figure and finally spoke.

“Were you excited when you saw me with your Brother Mu earlier?”

Ye Qian froze, turning around slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Yao Meng, who was now dressed in a green dress.

Yao Meng smiled, walked over to her, and gently caressed her cheek. “Don’t be surprised. The Jade Pool Holy Land’s Dao allows us to sense a person’s emotions. I could tell you weren’t angry when you saw me with your Brother Mu.”

Ye Qian’s eyes flickered, unwilling to admit it. “You’re misunderstanding… I respect you, Master. I just didn’t want our relationship to be affected by Brother Mu…”

“Then close your eyes.”

Yao Meng raised her hand and covered Ye Qian’s eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Imagine me kissing your beloved Brother Mu.”

Almost instantly, the scene played out in Ye Qian’s mind.

Her beloved Brother Mu, his arms wrapped around the fairy’s waist, kissing her soft lips, whispering sweet nothings in her ear…

Ye Qian’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and jealousy welling up within her.

Then, as if realizing something, she gently pushed Yao Meng’s hand away. Meeting her teasing gaze, she blushed and lowered her head. “I can’t hide anything from you, Master…” she murmured.

Yao Meng’s beautiful green eyes twinkled with amusement. “Perhaps that’s why we’re so compatible,” she said softly.

When she had been trapped in the Pilgrimage Palace, Ye Qian’s arrival had triggered a strong sense of compatibility.

She had initially thought it was because they got along well, but after that day, after secretly indulging in Mu Zhi’an and awakening a certain… fetish, Yao Meng had realized the truth.

Their compatibility wasn’t because of their personalities, but because of… cuckolding.

“You’ve already mastered the basics of the Pure World Azure Lotus technique. The rest depends on your cultivation. There’s nothing more I can teach you,” Yao Meng suddenly said.

Ye Qian looked up at her beautiful face, as if wanting to say something.

But Yao Meng continued, her voice soft and alluring, “However, there are still many things I can teach you, both in cultivation and… other areas.”

“Not just cultivation… After all, there’s more to life than just cultivation.”

Yao Meng looked at the seemingly innocent young lady, leaned closer, and whispered in her ear, her voice seductive, “Next time, I’ll teach you something… unrelated to cultivation.”

“I believe your Brother Mu will be very pleased.”