Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 247: Lin Keyu’s Spirit Stone Reimbursement Program

“You’re planning to take most of the treasures?”

As expected of Mu Zhi’an’s attentive maid, Wei Mengrou immediately understood his intentions.

“Mengrou, have you ever wondered why you enjoy gambling… I mean, why are you so interested in those Spirit Mines, wanting to cut them open and see what’s inside?” Mu Zhi’an asked, intentionally piquing her curiosity.

He had learned this technique from Yao Meng. The Empress enjoyed teasing him like this in bed, sometimes even keeping him awake at night.

Now, he was using a similar method on Wei Mengrou, and perhaps even on the other disciples from the Primordial Clans within the Sword Palace.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him sideways, pretending to be indifferent.

But deep down, she was curious and confused.

“Because you have faith in your luck. You never know what you might find inside a Spirit Mine. The thrill of uncovering the unknown and the lingering anticipation make you want to try again.”

“What does that have to do with what you’re planning to do?” Wei Mengrou asked.

“It’s related. Of course it’s related.”

Mu Zhi’an said solemnly, “If I take everything from the Sword Palace, it would seem greedy. My wife… the Sword Palace Master might be unhappy.”

“So we shouldn’t hinder their pursuit of opportunities.”

Wei Mengrou raised an eyebrow, sensing that her young master was up to something.

“So you’re planning to…?”

“Mengrou, do you know what’s most important for a cultivator to advance in their cultivation?” Mu Zhi’an asked, seemingly changing the subject.

Wei Mengrou pondered for a moment. “Talent and luck?”

“…But what does that have to do with them seeking opportunities?” she continued.

“Those who can enter the Sword Palace all possess exceptional sword talent. However, to obtain high-grade cultivation techniques, pills, and other opportunities within the Sword Palace, they need luck, not talent.”

Mu Zhi’an raised his hand and silently unfurled the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll.

The scroll unfolded like a painting, emitting a faint glow.

He looked at Wei Mengrou and smiled. “Actually, it’s not just you who enjoys gambling on stones, Mengrou. I do too… Or rather, everyone does.”

“You’re going into the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll?” Wei Mengrou asked.

Mu Zhi’an nodded slightly. “Wait for me here. I’m going to check on Lin Keyu. I’ll be back soon.”

…

Within the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll.

Lin Keyu lay on a bed, slowly opening her eyes.

She wore a pink and white dress, a sash cinched around her slender waist. Her eyes held a hint of fatigue.

After consuming the Returning Essence Pill, her depleted Spiritual Energy was slowly recovering. However, she was still exhausted. After entering the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll, she had fallen asleep in the room created by its master.

To be fair, although Lin Keyu was beautiful even in simple clothes and without makeup, she lacked a certain… flair.

This pink and white dress, along with the necklace hanging on her chest, highlighted her delicate collarbone and fair neck, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance.

Her white undergarments were faintly visible beneath the thin fabric.

Her gentle and delicate appearance, combined with the vulnerability in her eyes, made her truly captivating.

As if remembering something important, Lin Keyu instinctively touched her clothes and looked down, checking for any signs of disarray. Seeing that everything was in order, she let out a sigh of relief.

“It seems your Spiritual Energy has mostly recovered.”

The curtain was gently pulled aside, and a young man’s voice came from beside her, startling her. She looked up and saw a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows standing by her bed, a bright smile on his face.

Mu Zhi’an examined her for a moment, then smiled faintly. “It seems you’re alright now.”

Lin Keyu finally came to her senses. She sat up and said softly, “Thank you for saving me, Young Master… If it weren’t for you, I would probably be…”

If she hadn’t met Mu Zhi’an, her ancestral artifact fragment would have been stolen by Qian Chen.

And then, even if she had died in the Sword Palace, there would be no evidence, and no one would know who had killed her. They would simply assume it was an accident.

Thinking of this, she looked at the young man with gratitude and a hint of something more in her eyes.

Although Lin Keyu’s talent was among the best in the Eastern Realm, she was still a naive young lady with romantic fantasies… Mu Zhi’an’s handsome appearance alone was enough to attract both young girls and older women. Moreover, they had met under such special circumstances.

It was natural for her to develop feelings for him.

“I despise treacherous villains the most. There’s no need to be so polite, Miss Lin.”

Mu Zhi’an, seemingly oblivious to her feelings, smiled gently. “Take a look. Are these the two who attacked you?”

He snapped his fingers, and an image appeared in the room.

Two handsome young men in luxurious attire were desperately trying to escape on their flying swords within the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll. Behind them, a terrifying creature was chasing them.

A closer look revealed that the creature was an evil deity from the Southern Wilderness.

Mu Zhi’an controlled everything within the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll. The two injured cultivators couldn’t escape.

Lin Keyu looked up, her eyes widening. She turned to Mu Zhi’an and asked, “You captured them?!”

She was in disbelief.

A third-grade Core Formation cultivator had single-handedly defeated two cultivators stronger than him…?

Then, she stared at him, her eyes filled with confusion. “Why are you helping me so much, Young Master?”

It was already remarkable that he had secretly sent her back to the Xuanyin Temple. After all, he had offended a powerful Primordial Clan like the Qianyuan Sect. An ordinary cultivator wouldn’t dare to do such a thing.

Yet, he had not only saved her but also captured Qian Chen, the Qianyuan Sect’s young master, and his cousin… Wasn’t he afraid of offending the Qianyuan Sect?

Mu Zhi’an gently brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled. “Does one need a reason to save someone?”

“Especially a lovely girl like Miss Lin.”

Lin Keyu blushed and quickly averted her gaze.

Beautiful young ladies are much easier to conquer than those older sharks… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, then said gently, “I’ll hand them over to the Xuanyin Temple and let your father deal with them.”

He paused, then continued, “But before that, I want to give you a gift.”

“A gift…?”

Lin Keyu looked up at the handsome young man’s bright smile. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear.

…

After sending Lin Keyu away, Mu Zhi’an looked at Wei Mengrou, who was waiting for him in the hall. “Let’s go, Mengrou. I’ll take you to cut open all the Spirit Mines,” he said with a smile.

Wei Mengrou raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to leave some for the others?”

In Ling Long’s Celestial Realm, he had at least left two opportunities for others. This time, he wasn’t planning to leave anything, which surprised her.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “I don’t like being so ruthless. They should still have a chance to find their own opportunities.”

He met her gaze. “However, we need to… repackage them.”

“After all, people cherish things they’ve worked hard for.”

…

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Sword Palace.

A group of talented cultivators were exploring the palace. After the Sword Palace Master instructed them to seek their own opportunities, they had scattered throughout the area. However, even after searching for so long, they hadn’t found any cultivation techniques, pills, or other treasures.

After about an hour, the cultivators, who had been searching separately, coincidentally met and were now walking along a secluded path in the forest.

“There are too many Celestial Realms here. If we continue like this, we won’t find anything before the Sword Palace disappears,” a cultivator said, breaking the silence.

“There must be some opportunities within the Sword Palace, but whether we can obtain them depends on our luck,” another cultivator said, frowning. He wasn’t looking too happy either.

They had been excited to enter the Sword Palace, as rumors claimed that it contained a first-grade cultivation technique created by the Sword Emperor herself.

Now that the Sword Emperor had been reborn, obtaining her Bronze Ancient Sword was impossible, but… the first-grade technique might still be hidden within the Sword Palace.

If they could find it, this trip would be worthwhile.

But now…

They hadn’t even found any ordinary pills or medicinal herbs, let alone a first-grade technique.

“Mu Zhi’an is also gone,” someone suddenly said, noticing that the Two Polarities Sect disciple who had been following them was nowhere to be seen.

“I remember the Xuanyin Temple Sect Master’s daughter also entered the Sword Palace, but I haven’t seen her…” another cultivator said.

“If she were here, perhaps she could sense some opportunities.”

Lin Keyu had undergone a luck assessment before, and her luck was a vibrant red, indicating that she was naturally luckier than most cultivators.

If she were present, they might be able to find some treasures.

And they could also benefit from her good fortune…

At that moment, a graceful figure flew towards them on a sword. The cultivators, with their sharp senses, noticed her and turned to look.

“Miss Lin, where have you been? We haven’t seen you,” a cultivator who was acquainted with Lin Keyu greeted her, his eyes brightening.

Lin Keyu, dressed in a flowing dress, exuded a delicate aura. Her clothes clung to her alluring figure as she landed gracefully from her sword.

She smiled demurely. “I was trapped in a cave within the Sword Palace, but luckily, I managed to escape.”

“I see…” No one questioned her, even if they had doubts.

After all, the Sword Palace’s opportunities were more important.

They walked along a seemingly endless path through the forest. The sounds of birdsong and insects chirping filled the air beneath the lush canopy, a stark contrast to the winter outside. It was truly another world.

After about half an hour, they emerged from the path and arrived at a waterfall. Countless Spirit Mines of various colors were scattered around it.

There are so many Spirit Mines here?!

They exchanged glances, unable to contain their excitement. Each of them chose a Spirit Mine, intending to cut it open.

However, as soon as their hands touched the rocks, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.

“These Spirit Mines are also protected by formations. We can’t touch them,” Ye Yu frowned, his dissatisfaction growing.

They couldn’t touch this, they couldn’t touch that… Were there any opportunities left in this Sword Palace?

The other young geniuses also encountered the same problem, their hands unable to reach the Spirit Mines.

Just as they were frowning in frustration, Lin Keyu gasped in surprise. They turned to look and saw that the Spirit Mine she had just touched had been cut open, revealing a thin booklet within.

The booklet emitted a captivating red glow, and three characters were imprinted on its cover: Three Realms Sword.

A second-grade cultivation technique!

Everyone’s eyes lit up with desire as they stared at the booklet in Lin Keyu’s hand.

“Miss Lin, why can you touch the Spirit Mines while we can’t?” Even Ye Yu couldn’t help but ask, his gaze fixed on her beautiful profile.

Lin Keyu smiled gently and didn’t hide anything. “Infuse Spiritual Energy into the Spirit Mine, and the formation will be unlocked. Each Spirit Mine requires a single infusion of Spiritual Energy.”

“I’ve tried that, but it didn’t work. Are there any other tricks, Miss Lin? Please enlighten us,” someone asked humbly.

Normally, to break a formation, one needed to find the formation eye and then use Spiritual Energy to disable it.

However, the formations within the Sword Palace were beyond the capabilities of Core Formation cultivators.

They couldn’t break the formations on the Spirit Mines, but Lin Keyu could. This naturally aroused their curiosity…

If she could unlock one Spirit Mine, wouldn’t that mean she could unlock all hundred of them?

However, with so many people present, she wouldn’t be able to claim all the treasures for herself…

Lin Keyu was aware of this, so she explained, “Our Spiritual Energy can’t unlock the formation eyes, but I thought of another method… If Spiritual Energy doesn’t work, what about Spirit Stones?”

“Spirit Stones…?”

“I’ve heard that in some special Celestial Realms, cultivators’ Spiritual Energy can’t unlock formations, but the Spiritual Energy within Spirit Stones, being naturally formed, is unique and can disable them,” a cultivator said, his eyes brightening.

They hadn’t thought of this method before!

They exchanged glances and immediately took out valuable Spirit Stones, infusing them into the formation eyes.

Ye Yu also took out a Spirit Stone worth 5,000. As he infused it into the formation eye, he was overjoyed to discover that the formation had weakened significantly!

“It works!” someone exclaimed excitedly.

They didn’t care about ordinary stone gambling, which was common in the outside world.

But Lin Keyu had just found a second-grade cultivation technique within a Spirit Mine. Perhaps even first-grade techniques were hidden within these rocks!

Afraid of missing out, the disciples from the Primordial Clans quickly took out their Spirit Stones and infused them into the formation eyes.

Based on their estimations, it would take about 50,000 Spirit Stones to unlock a single Spirit Mine.

This was a hefty price, and even as scions of Primordial Clans, they couldn’t afford to spend more than a million Spirit Stones.

But for a first-grade cultivation technique, any price was worth it.

Lin Keyu silently took out a second Blood Drop Stone, the size of a fingernail, and infused it into the formation eye of a Spirit Mine.

Unlike the other cultivators, who winced at the cost, she felt nothing.

It wasn’t that she didn’t care about Spirit Stones. It was just that Mu Zhi’an had promised her something…

“I’ll reimburse you for all the Spirit Stones you spend, Miss Lin, so don’t worry about the cost. Use as many as you need. You can even borrow a million from me…”

Remembering his words and his enthusiastic smile, Lin Keyu still felt a strange sensation.

She didn’t know what he was planning, but he was her savior. He had no reason to harm her.

She crouched down before a Spirit Mine and took out another 50,000 Spirit Stones, infusing them into the formation eye…

…

In a dimly lit hall, Mu Zhi’an counted the Spirit Stones that were continuously appearing before him. He glanced at Wei Mengrou and said, “Mengrou, come and help me count how many Spirit Stones we’ve earned. I’m not good at math.”

“What did you say to that girl?” Wei Mengrou asked, looking at the formation before Mu Zhi’an with a strange expression.

A steady stream of various special Spirit Stones, each worth at least 50,000, was appearing within the formation.

Although she didn’t know what was happening, she knew her young master must have used the Sword Palace’s formations to his advantage.

After all, he now had access to the Sword Palace’s formations.

“I just gave her a gift… Of course, she also needs to play the role of the one who discovers the secrets of the Sword Palace’s Spirit Mines.”

Mu Zhi’an looked at the special Spirit Stones flowing out of the formation, then turned to his maid and smiled. “Remember what I said, Mengrou?”

“Everyone loves gambling on stones.”

Chapter 246: One Body, Two Souls, Bai Ruoxi! 

It was an absurd notion, but Mu Zhi’an couldn’t help but believe it.

Based on her past actions, the Sect Master had indeed played a role in his ‘fortunate encounters’.

Even this time was no exception.

But what was she planning? She can’t possibly have a crush on me… Mu Zhi’an thought, bewildered.

Meanwhile, hearing his question, the Sword Palace Master narrowed her eyes and chuckled. “I made a promise not to reveal anything about her identity.”

Even though she said that, she must be the Sect Master… Mu Zhi’an thought, looking at her beautiful smile.

Since she refused to elaborate, he didn’t press further and instead observed her attire.

Although she resembled Bai Ruoxi, her aura was completely different. She wore a black and white dress with a plum-colored jacket over it. Her skirt reached slightly past her knees, and her hair was meticulously styled with a jade hairpin adorned with a blood-red Spirit Stone.

A necklace with an emerald green Spirit Stone hung around her neck.

The only similarities between her and Bai Ruoxi were their elegant demeanor and alluring figures.

However, Bai Ruoxi wouldn’t look at people with such a calm and superior gaze. After all, she was a delicate young lady.

“The three bronze fragments seem to have disappeared after merging…?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly noticed this small detail.

No wonder something had felt off when he looked at the Sword Palace Master’s ample bosom. The bronze fragment that should have been hanging on her chest was gone.

“They’re within my body, along with Ruoxi,” the Sword Palace Master replied.

I know your chest is big enough to hide many things, but to store both Ruoxi and the Bronze Ancient Sword within your body is a bit much… Mu Zhi’an asked, “Why was I able to draw the sword? What do you mean by ‘karmic connection’?”

“You obtained the first bronze fragment, and then you became the Dao Companion of my other self, the scabbard. This destined you to find the third fragment. That is the karmic connection,” the Sword Palace Master explained.

“If you weren’t her Dao Companion, you wouldn’t have been able to draw the sword today.”

“And if that were the case, you would have been eliminated by the Heavenly Dao’s remnant soul before my consciousness returned.”

So my lecherous nature actually saved my life…? Mu Zhi’an thought, feeling a surge of gratitude.

If he hadn’t pursued Bai Ruoxi in Tianxuan City, creating this karmic connection, he would have been killed by the Heavenly Dao’s remnant soul before the true Sword Palace Master awakened.

That was the fate of those who had perished earlier.

“That remnant soul of the Heavenly Dao… was it also you?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

“That remnant soul was the part of me that resonated with the Heavenly Dao. It has now completely merged with me,” the Sword Palace Master replied.

“Once Bai Ruoxi cultivates to the Soul Transformation Realm and comprehends the ‘Human Dao’, I will be able to achieve Dao Integration again.”

In other words, due to a problem with the ‘Heavenly Dao’, the Sword Palace Master had severed a part of herself and was now preparing to merge with the ‘Human’ Dao.

And Bai Ruoxi… was the vessel she had created for this purpose… Mu Zhi’an finally understood.

“Are you and Bai Ruoxi the same person?” he asked, voicing a question that had been bothering him.

“We are two different personalities. The scabbard is the dominant consciousness, and I am her secondary consciousness.”

“Any other questions?” The Sword Palace Master’s voice was gentle, resembling Bai Ruoxi’s, her eyes filled with affection. This made Mu Zhi’an feel strange.

This was their first conversation, but her attitude was making him uncomfortable.

“Do you truly have all of Ruoxi’s memories?” Mu Zhi’an asked tentatively.

“I possess her experiences and memories of her interactions with you,” the Sword Palace Master replied.

His doubts were finally cleared, and he fell silent, no longer asking any questions.

Then, the Sword Palace Master changed the subject. “If you have no more questions, I have something to ask you.”

Looking at the beautiful woman’s gentle smile, Mu Zhi’an couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

The Sword Palace Master narrowed her eyes. “I possess most of her memories, so I know what’s happening around you. After this, I might need to slumber within the scabbard again, waiting for her to comprehend a trace of Dao Rhyme before awakening.”

“Therefore, before that, I have some personal matters I would like to discuss with you.”

“Please speak, Master. I’m listening,” Mu Zhi’an said, sitting up straight, his expression obedient and innocent.

“I don’t know what happened between you and the women around you, nor am I interested in knowing.”

The Sword Palace Master smiled gently. “However, once you’re with me, you must not get close to other women. It would be quite troublesome if I wake up and find you surrounded by Dao Companions.”

It was clear that she had no objections to Bai Ruoxi’s choice of Dao Companion. After all, they were essentially the same person.

However, compared to Bai Ruoxi, the Sword Palace Master, as the sole Sword Emperor of the Nine Realms, was much more domineering and possessive.

This Sword Palace Master is beautiful, but why does she seem a bit yandere…? Mu Zhi’an coughed lightly, then reached out and gently held her hand, gazing at her with affection. “Ruoxi…”

He shook his head slightly. “No, whether you’re Ruoxi or the Sword Palace Master, my feelings for you are genuine.”

He allowed the Heart-Binding Lock to silently wrap around his wrist and looked at her beautiful face. “I know what I need to do.”

The Sword Palace Master chuckled. “There’s a first-grade cultivation technique I created within the Sword Palace. I need to enter seclusion for a few days. You can stay here and comprehend the technique. I’ll grant you access to the Sword Palace.”

Does that mean I can have all the Spirit Mines and everything else within the Sword Palace…?

Is this rich older sister trying to keep me…? Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat, but he maintained his composure. “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate? There are other cultivators here searching for opportunities…”

“It’s up to you to decide how to use it. You don’t need to ask for my permission,” the Sword Palace Master replied.

Mu Zhi’an hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. “Alright… Since you insist, Master, I’ll accept your generosity.”

After chatting for a while longer, Mu Zhi’an suddenly asked, “Can Ruoxi hear our conversation now?”

The Sword Palace Master was just a consciousness, yet when she was in control, she appeared in her own form instead of Bai Ruoxi’s. Even now, Mu Zhi’an still found it unbelievable.

The Sword Palace Master nodded coldly.

“I told you earlier, she’s right here.” She placed her hand on her cleavage, her voice melodious. “She can hear everything we’re saying.”

Big breasts are truly amazing. Not only can they be a ‘scabbard’, but they can also store consciousness.

Mu Zhi’an couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

Their conversation ended. The Sword Palace Master raised her finger, releasing the Heart-Binding Lock from his wrist. Her beautiful face softened into a seductive smile. “Don’t forget our agreement. Go and explain things to your other beauties. I hope you won’t disappoint me when we meet again.”

Mu Zhi’an said softly, “I know what I’m doing.”

Their next meeting… wouldn’t be until Bai Ruoxi comprehended a trace of Dao Rhyme.

And that would take a long time.

During that time, Ye Lingxuan and the others should be able to break through to the Soul Transformation Realm, and perhaps even the Dao Integration Realm. By then, the situation would be stable.

The current Sword Palace Master was undoubtedly the most dangerous ‘shark’ in his pond. If he had refused her request, she might not have been able to rest peacefully and might even seek out Ye Lingxuan and the others, causing unnecessary trouble.

His priority now was to appease this beauty and then focus on nurturing the other ‘fish’ in his pond… Once they were all at a similar level of power, he wouldn’t have to worry about one side dominating the others.

It’s a shame I won’t be able to see such a beautiful woman for a while… Mu Zhi’an thought with a pang of regret.

“What are you thinking?” the Sword Palace Master asked, sensing his thoughts, her gaze turning towards him.

“I’m just feeling a bit lonely, knowing I won’t see you for a while, Master,” Mu Zhi’an sighed, his words genuine.

The Sword Palace Master’s alluring eyes sparkled. She pursed her lips and remained silent.

After sending Mu Zhi’an back to the main hall, she disappeared.

But before leaving, she gave him a meaningful look.

Mu Zhi’an closed his eyes and felt as if everything within the Sword Palace was imprinted in his mind. He could even sense the cultivators from the Primordial Clans exploring the palace, searching for opportunities.

The Sword Palace Master was truly generous… Although the Spirit Stones had lost their original Spiritual Energy over time, the cultivation techniques, Spirit Mines, and even the two newly formed Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs were still intact.

These treasures would be highly sought after in the outside world.

Yet, she had given them all to him…

Being a kept man was truly the best choice… Mu Zhi’an thought, admiring her generosity.

He hadn’t expected that the two Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs would be right there in the courtyard, among the blooming flowers.

This was ‘fate’. If he hadn’t gained access to the Sword Palace, he would never have imagined that such precious treasures would be placed so openly before everyone. And none of the cultivators who had entered the Sword Palace had noticed them.

Mu Zhi’an was filled with emotion.

“Do you really intend to break things off with Lingxuan and the others?”

Wei Mengrou’s cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

Mu Zhi’an snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at her, meeting her cold gaze.

He smiled. “If I had refused the Sword Palace Master earlier, she might have gone to see Lingxuan and the others herself, causing unnecessary trouble.”

“But once Lingxuan and the others reach a similar level of strength as the Sword Palace Master, I won’t have to worry about one side dominating the others.”

To protect the ‘fish’ in his pond, Mu Zhi’an was walking a tightrope.

Wei Mengrou pondered his words and said, “Aren’t you worried about yourself? If Lingxuan and the others find out that you agreed to the Sword Palace Master’s conditions and that your relationship with her is… complicated…”

Although she didn’t finish her sentence, Mu Zhi’an understood her meaning.

Mengrou is still worried about me… Mu Zhi’an shook his head and chuckled. “My bond with them is strong enough. I don’t have to worry about the worst-case scenario.”

This was the cultivation world. As long as he chose ‘I want them all’ instead of being indecisive and creating a messy love web, and handled things carefully, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Wei Mengrou opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say: Aren’t you afraid of being locked up in a dark room by a yandere girl?

But then she thought: What does it have to do with me?

She remained silent and simply said in a soft and elegant voice, “As long as you’re happy~”

Then, she casually changed the subject. “Where are we going now? Or should we wait for Lady Bai here?”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then smiled. “Ruoxi probably won’t be done with her seclusion for another two or three days. Let’s explore the Sword Palace. Consider it a walk.”

He was quite interested in the two newly formed Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs within the Sword Palace.

And he was also curious about the first-grade cultivation technique the Sword Palace Master had mentioned.

“Don’t you also want to try your luck with the Spirit Mines again, Mengrou?” Mu Zhi’an continued.

Previously, each person could only cut open one Spirit Mine due to the Sword Palace’s formations. But now that he had access to the palace, there were no such restrictions.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes lit up. She was indeed tempted.

But she still maintained her aloof demeanor. “The other cultivators are still searching for opportunities within the Sword Palace. Is that alright?”

“They can search for their opportunities, and we can take our things. We won’t interfere with each other.”

Mu Zhi’an paused, then chuckled. “Besides, the treasures within the Sword Palace are considered opportunities.”

“Since they’re opportunities, it’s only natural that they’re scarce, and perhaps only one or two people will find them, right?”

Chapter 245: A Glance Across Millennia

As the Bronze Ancient Sword was freed, the entire hall began to crumble, the Celestial Realm collapsing around them.

While Mu Zhi’an was still trying to process what had just happened, the seemingly emotionless Sword Palace Master turned her head, as if sensing something.

“You’re here rather quickly.”

Boom!

The hall completely collapsed, transforming into a void. Fortunately, everyone was a Core Formation cultivator and quickly summoned their flying swords, hovering in mid-air.

Mu Zhi’an almost fell, but he managed to grab onto Wei Mengrou’s waist in time.

He looked down at the endless darkness below and sighed with relief. “That was close.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him coldly. “Can’t you fly on your sword?”

“I used up too much Spiritual Energy,” Mu Zhi’an explained.

Although she doubted his words, Wei Mengrou didn’t have time to dwell on such trivial matters.

She could sense a figure rapidly approaching them through the void.

…

Mu Zhi’an naturally also sensed the approaching figure and looked up.

At the edge of his vision, a woman in a pure white palace dress appeared. Her skirt billowed around her, outlining her alluring figure. One moment she was far away, the next, she stood before them.

Her waterfall-like hair was simply tied up with a hairpin, her breathtakingly beautiful face radiating a cold elegance. Her skin was fair, and her aura exuded nobility.

However, what truly captivated Mu Zhi’an was her ample bosom, rivaling even Bai Ruoxi’s.

Just one glance was enough to make one feel drawn to its ‘unfathomable’ depths.

His first thought was: So big and white. Then, as he took a second look, he froze.

Holy crap, isn’t that my wife?

But why does her aura feel different?

The woman before him was indeed Bai Ruoxi, but her appearance and attire were different. However, just by looking at her impressive cleavage, Mu Zhi’an instantly recognized her.

There was no mistaking it. This woman was Bai Ruoxi!

Looking at the stunning beauty, a thought suddenly struck Mu Zhi’an. He instinctively glanced at the Sword Palace Master standing nearby.

He hadn’t noticed before, as the Sword Palace Master’s aura had been too intimidating to look at directly. But now, after careful observation and comparison, a realization dawned upon him.

There are two Sword Palace Masters…?

Countless question marks flooded his mind.

The ‘Bai Ruoxi’ who had just arrived looked exactly like the Sword Palace Master who had been encased in ice within the hall!

…And then, a thought struck him: Wouldn’t this mean double the happiness?

The two women before him, apart from their attire, were nearly identical in appearance and aura. If they appeared before him at different times, he wouldn’t be able to tell them apart.

At this moment, not only Mu Zhi’an, but the other cultivators were also astonished.

It was possible for two people to resemble each other, but to look exactly alike was rare…

Especially when one of them was the Sword Palace Master.

“Your task is complete,” ‘Bai Ruoxi’ said to the Sword Palace Master in a dark dress, her voice calm.

“Severing the Heavenly Dao will not only kill me… but you as well,” the Sword Palace Master replied, her expression emotionless, as she stared at ‘Bai Ruoxi’.

However, a beautiful smile curved ‘Bai Ruoxi’s’ lips.

“Who said I need the ‘Heavenly Dao’ to achieve Dao Integration?”

An ancient bronze sword silently materialized from her cleavage.

‘Bai Ruoxi’ grasped the hilt, and the Bronze Ancient Sword instantly radiated an aura that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Mu Zhi’an instinctively tightened his grip on Wei Mengrou’s waist, feeling a deep sense of fear.

The aura emanating from the Bronze Ancient Sword was far more powerful than when Bai Ruoxi had used it in Tianxuan City… He felt an urge to bow before it.

The other Core Formation cultivators couldn’t withstand the pressure. Despite their resistance, they fell to their knees, their hands supporting their bodies, unable to look directly at the sword.

They didn’t even understand why there were two Sword Palace Masters. They could only tremble instinctively.

Surprise flickered in the Sword Palace Master’s usually impassive eyes. She looked up at ‘Bai Ruoxi’ and said coldly, “The Human Dao…?”

“How is that possible? You’ve already merged with me. How can you achieve Dao Integration again?”

“The laws of heaven and earth never said that a Dao Integration cultivator can only merge with the Dao once,” ‘Bai Ruoxi’ replied with a faint smile, swinging the Bronze Ancient Sword in her hand.

Hum!

The Bronze Ancient Sword vibrated slightly, then emitted a piercing hum.

Boom!

‘Bai Ruoxi’s’ seemingly simple sword strike transformed into a golden light, engulfing the Sword Palace Master.

The Sword Palace Master, who had moments ago seemed like a merciless killing god, didn’t resist the attack. Instead, she stared at ‘Bai Ruoxi’ in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper as she faced the overwhelming pressure of Spiritual Energy. “So that’s why… You chose to perish alongside me…”

There had been countless speculations about the Sword Palace Master’s death. Some believed she was killed by a mysterious, ominous force, while others thought she had succumbed to inner demons while creating a new cultivation technique, leading to her silent disappearance.

Some even believed she had perished due to a world-altering event, struck down by the ‘laws of heaven and earth’.

But the truth was, the Sword Palace Master hadn’t died. She had simply severed the part of herself that resonated with the ‘Heavenly Dao’.

Before her ‘death’, she had created a ‘scabbard’… to achieve rebirth.

And that ‘scabbard’ was Bai Ruoxi.

As ‘Bai Ruoxi’s’ sword struck, the Sword Palace Master’s body transformed into a wisp of dark Spiritual Energy. Then, this dark energy silently flowed into ‘Bai Ruoxi’, or rather, the true Sword Palace Master.

Her white palace dress was subtly adorned with dark patterns, adding a touch of allure to her pure and beautiful appearance.

A dark line also appeared on the Bronze Ancient Sword, giving it a sense of history and weight.

This scene was so sudden that no one could react.

The reason for two Sword Palace Masters remained a mystery.

However, aside from their initial confusion, a fervent light gradually appeared in their eyes as they looked at the Sword Palace Master.

There was no doubt that this Empress was the true Sword Palace Master!

Everyone present possessed exceptional sword talent, and the simple yet profound sword strike she had just executed could only be performed by the Sword Palace Master.

Combined with the Bronze Ancient Sword in her hand… it was clear that this woman was the Sword Palace Master, the world’s only Sword Emperor!

She wasn’t dead. She was standing before them, alive and well!

The Sword Palace Master glanced at the cultivators nearby, her gaze lingering on Mu Zhi’an for a moment before shifting to Wei Mengrou.

“Are you all from later generations?” she asked, her beautiful eyes observing them.

A young cultivator immediately cupped his fists and bowed respectfully. “The Sword Palace reappeared a few days ago, Senior. I’ve always admired the Sword Emperor’s legend and came here hoping to witness the Sword Palace’s glory and confirm if you were still alive.”

He had said so much, but his true intention was to obtain the Sword Palace’s cultivation techniques.

The Sword Palace Master naturally understood, but she didn’t mind. Her melodious voice echoed through the hall, “The Sword Palace will collapse soon. Within it are the cultivation techniques I left behind. Whether you can obtain them… depends on your fate.”

The cultivators exchanged glances, excitement in their eyes.

They had not only met the true Sword Palace Master, but this powerful being was also willing to bestow upon them a great opportunity… This was naturally a cause for celebration.

The Sword Palace Master raised her finger, and the void silently transformed back into the dimly lit hall.

The cultivators vanished from the hall, only a single voice lingering in their ears: “Go.”

Mu Zhi’an watched them disappear, wanting to cheekily ask, ‘Aren’t you going to give me some benefits, wife?’

However, remembering that she wasn’t the real Bai Ruoxi, he held back his words and observed the beautiful woman before him.

Compared to Bai Ruoxi, her aura was completely different. If Bai Ruoxi was a pure and innocent young lady with no malicious intent, then the Sword Palace Master was more mysterious, noble, and perhaps even a bit manipulative.

Sensing his gaze, the Sword Palace Master looked at him.

Her cold eyes seemed to soften slightly.

After a moment of silent staring, Mu Zhi’an finally spoke, “Should I address you as Ruoxi or Sword Palace Master?”

“You can call me whatever you like,” Bai Ruoxi replied, her lips curving into a smile, her eyes sparkling.

“Bai Ruoxi is the Sword Palace Master…?” Mu Zhi’an asked after a moment of silence, finally voicing his most pressing question.

“She is the scabbard I left behind in the mortal realm, the one who will dominate in the future.”

Bai Ruoxi glanced around casually and chuckled. “I know you have many questions, but this isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go somewhere else.”

She glanced at the silent Wei Mengrou and snapped her fingers.

The environment shifted from the dimly lit hall to a vast grassland. Bai Ruoxi sat down at a table carved from white jade and poured Mu Zhi’an a cup of tea, pushing it towards him.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her, her ample bosom pressed against the table as she gazed at him intently.

She’s definitely different from Ruoxi. Her desires seem much stronger… Mu Zhi’an thought, taking a sip of tea calmly. “What do you mean by ‘scabbard’…?”

“Bai Ruoxi is the person I created when I resonated with the Human Dao. To put it simply, she is the scabbard, and I am the blade.”

Bai Ruoxi smiled faintly. “As for the reason… it’s related to the Heavenly Dao.”

“The Heavenly Dao…?” Mu Zhi’an had heard this term countless times, but he was still filled with questions. He patiently waited for her explanation.

As Bai Ruoxi spoke, he gradually understood.

The Sword Palace Master had been unparalleled in her time. There had been various speculations about her death. Many believed she had been attacked by a mysterious enemy or had succumbed to inner demons within the Sword Palace.

But the truth was, the Sword Palace Master hadn’t died. She had simply been reborn in a different way.

Dao Integration meant merging with one of the three Dao: Heaven, Earth, or Human.

The Sword Palace Master had initially comprehended the Heavenly Dao, resonating with it and becoming the Sword Emperor of the Nine Realms.

However, for some unknown reason, she had severed her connection with the Heavenly Dao and the part of herself that resonated with it.

The Sword Palace Master who had been encased in ice was a remnant soul of the Sword Palace Master who had merged with the Heavenly Dao, or rather, a ‘remnant soul of the Heavenly Dao’s will’.

“I remember reading in ancient texts that the three Dao – Heaven, Earth, and Human – are equal in strength. Why did you sever your connection with the Heavenly Dao?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

Bai Ruoxi shook her head. “There was a problem with the Heavenly Dao. Those who chose it would either have to submit to it, surpass it, or merge with it again.”

The Sword Palace Master, in her unparalleled brilliance, had severed her connection with the Heavenly Dao, even severing a part of herself…

And in the end, she had chosen a different path, merging with the ‘Human’ Dao.

Bai Ruoxi was the answer she had created.

“I hid my consciousness within three bronze fragments, each containing a third of my soul. The Heavenly Dao’s will probably wanted to eliminate one of those fragments first. She didn’t expect that the other two fragments would be reunited so soon.”

Bai Ruoxi’s eyes softened. “You’re much more capable than I imagined.”

Mu Zhi’an hesitated for a moment. “After you returned, where did Ruoxi go?”

Bai Ruoxi tapped her chest lightly and tilted her head with a smile. “Here.”

“She can hear our conversation now.”

“And I can also hear your conversations with her in the future.”

So it’s like a shared soul… Mu Zhi’an thought, understanding the situation.

Then, he felt a strange sensation.

It seemed the ‘Female Lead’ designation on his personal interface wasn’t wrong after all. Everyone he knew seemed to have a ‘cheat’, and Bai Ruoxi was no exception.

“Weren’t you worried that I wouldn’t be able to obtain all three bronze fragments or that I wouldn’t come to the Sword Palace, Senior?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly asked.

If he hadn’t come to the Sword Palace with Bai Ruoxi, or if he hadn’t outbid Ye Yu for the first bronze fragment, none of this would have happened.

Had the Sword Palace Master foreseen this through divination?

“I knew you would come,” the Sword Palace Master said with a beautiful smile, playing with the Heart-Binding Lock that had emerged from her sleeve.

“I made a promise with someone in the past. She swore by the Great Dao that after I severed my connection with the Heavenly Dao, she would help me reappear in the world through the Human Dao.”

“Someone…? When did this happen?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

The Sword Palace Master pondered for a moment. “About ten thousand years ago.”

Ten thousand years…?

Mu Zhi’an looked at her black and white dress and her alluring figure, smiling on the surface but complaining inwardly: Was the Sword Palace Master tricked by someone?

Ten thousand years was a long time. Who knew what could happen in that time?

If he hadn’t coincidentally obtained the bronze fragment from Regina, he wouldn’t have awakened the Sword Palace Master’s consciousness, nor would he have been able to eliminate the last remnant of the Heavenly Dao’s will, allowing her to achieve Dao Integration through the Human Dao.

“What are you thinking?” the Sword Palace Master asked, her eyes smiling as she gazed at him.

She possessed Bai Ruoxi’s memories and naturally had a favorable impression of him. After all, he had helped her by drawing the sword and freeing the third bronze fragment, allowing her consciousness to fully merge.

“I’m just wondering who made that promise with you… If I hadn’t come to the Sword Palace, who knows how long it would have taken for that person to fulfill their promise,” Mu Zhi’an said tactfully.

“What are you talking about?”

The Sword Palace Master chuckled. “Hasn’t she already fulfilled her promise? Right now.”

But I’m the one who came to the Sword Palace…

As Mu Zhi’an thought this, a realization suddenly dawned upon him.

His smile slowly faded, his expression hardening.

A sudden realization struck him.

He had obtained the second bronze fragment from Regina.

And Regina had traveled all the way from the Southern Wilderness to the Eastern Realm.

…What was her purpose?

—The Ascension Ceremony.

So the question was, why would the Southern Wilderness send Regina to the Ascension Ceremony?

—Someone from the Southern Wilderness had proposed a wager, and Shang Yanfei had accepted.

Since Regina was the most talented individual in the Southern Wilderness, they were determined to win the Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs at the Ascension Ceremony and regain their lost face. Therefore, they would definitely send Regina.

And after arriving at the Two Polarities Sect, with her Soul Reading constitution, she would naturally sense the Innate Celestial Furnace and discover the Rebirth Spiritual Energy within that could enhance one’s physique.

But this raised a question.

Under normal circumstances, whether the Innate Celestial Furnace would be exposed depended on Mu Zhi’an’s will.

“…”

Despite the pleasant surroundings and the gentle breeze, Mu Zhi’an shivered.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Ruoxi asked, tilting her head slightly as she played with the Heart-Binding Lock in her hand.

Mu Zhi’an stared at her blankly, his voice trembling as he asked, “The person who made a promise with you ten thousand years ago… was it Sect Master Shang Yanfei?”

Chapter 244: Are You Also a Milk-Scented Blade? 

Silence descended upon the grand hall.

Everyone swallowed nervously, their gazes fixed on the beautiful woman who had slowly opened her eyes.

As the ice around her melted, a mist rose, tiny ice crystals making her already fair skin appear even more radiant.

The Sword Palace Master!

This woman’s life was a legend. From the daughter of a small martial arts school’s headmaster, she had risen to prominence with an ordinary sword, ultimately resonating with the Great Dao, comprehending the true essence of swordsmanship, and establishing the magnificent Sword Palace.

Their hearts pounded uncontrollably as they witnessed the rebirth of an Empress.

Rumors had circulated about the Sword Palace Master’s mysterious disappearance. No one knew why she had vanished, but the Sword Palace had gradually declined since then.

Over time, the Sword Palace faded into history. People only remembered the Sword Palace Master’s unparalleled grace and the palace’s former glory, but they had never seen it for themselves.

Yet, now, they were witnessing the return of the master… And it seemed she might still be alive?!

If that was the case, she must have sealed herself within the Sword Palace.

But a Sword Emperor from ancient times, capable of living for countless lifetimes, why would she choose to seal herself?

This question lingered in everyone’s minds. Even Mu Zhi’an was shocked.

With the Jade Empress’s example, he had considered the possibility of the Sword Palace Master still being alive.

It was difficult for a Dao Integration cultivator to truly perish. Unless their last wisp of consciousness vanished, they wouldn’t completely disappear from the world.

It seemed she had frozen herself within a formation before their arrival…

But why had the ice sculpture melted as soon as they arrived?

Was it a coincidence?

Or was the Sword Palace Master searching for a successor and had awakened from her seal?

Everyone froze, afraid to move, their gazes fixed on the beautiful woman at the end of the hall. They feared that even the slightest movement might attract her attention and lead to unforeseen consequences.

As they watched nervously, the ice around the woman completely melted.

She wore a long dress with intricate patterns, her ample bosom pushing against the fabric, revealing a hint of her fair skin.

Even in the dim light of the hall, her radiant skin was visible. Her feet were adorned with delicate Cloud-Stepping Shoes.

Suddenly, a young man stepped forward and cupped his fists. “Young Master Yu Zimo of the Hidden Sword Sect greets Senior!”

His voice echoed through the hall, drawing the Sword Palace Master’s attention.

Her gaze was cold and calm. After a brief moment of observation, she said softly, “You have good talent.”

Her voice was rich and melodious, like the sound of jade chimes, soothing the heart.

Yu Zimo’s eyes lit up, and he bowed. “Thank you, Senior. I had no intention of intruding upon the Sword Palace, but it suddenly emerged, so…”

He silently congratulated himself for his quick thinking. Speaking up at this moment had caught the Sword Palace Master’s attention.

The others frowned, cursing Yu Zimo for his cunning and regretting their own hesitation.

Ye Yu also frowned, about to speak.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a voice in his mind. He paused, then remained silent.

Mu Zhi’an remained quiet, observing the situation.

The old man within Ye Yu was mysterious. If speaking up could earn the Sword Palace Master’s favor and grant him the inheritance, the old man would have already advised Ye Yu to do so.

But Ye Yu hadn’t made a move. Did this mean things weren’t as simple as they seemed?

It was best to wait and see.

He desired the Sword Palace’s treasures, but he wasn’t willing to take unnecessary risks.

His main priority was Bai Ruoxi. As long as she was safe, he didn’t care about the rest.

As Mu Zhi’an thought about this, the Sword Palace Master spoke again, “Have you all come for the Sword Palace’s inheritance?”

Inspired by Yu Zimo’s initiative, someone else couldn’t resist speaking up. “Legend has it that the Sword Palace Master was unparalleled. I came here to witness the magnificent Sword Palace you created, Senior. If I could inherit your legacy and carry on the Sword Palace’s teachings, it would be my greatest honor.”

He had said so much, but his true intention was to obtain the Sword Palace’s cultivation techniques.

The Sword Palace Master stood silently and pointed towards a platform beside her.

Only now did they notice an ancient bronze sword on the platform, bound by four chains that extended from the four corners of the hall. It was a breathtaking sight.

“What you seek is right there. Whether you can obtain it depends on your fate,” the Sword Palace Master said, her voice cold and clear.

“The Bronze Ancient Sword!”

Everyone’s eyes lit up as they looked at the sword bound by chains on the platform.

This was the Dao Integration ancestral artifact left behind by the Sword Palace Master. If they could obtain it, winning the Ascension Ceremony would be a piece of cake!

Yu Zimo’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Can I try now, Senior?”

“There will be consequences for failure,” the Sword Palace Master replied, her expression unchanging.

However, Yu Zimo was completely captivated by the Bronze Ancient Sword. He didn’t hesitate and leaped onto the platform, reaching for the sword’s hilt.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes flickered, and she glanced at Mu Zhi’an, wanting to say something.

This Bronze Ancient Sword was likely the third bronze fragment Bai Ruoxi needed, transformed into a sword. If someone else took it…

But seeing Mu Zhi’an’s calm gaze, she held back her words.

A rumbling sound suddenly came from the platform, drawing everyone’s attention.

Yu Zimo’s Vessel was operating at full speed, his Spiritual Energy surging as he gripped the sword’s hilt, trying to break free from the chains with all his might.

However, his efforts were futile.

He refused to give up, gritting his teeth as he clung to the hilt, struggling against an unseen force, growling like a beast.

But the Bronze Ancient Sword remained motionless.

Yu Zimo stumbled and fell from the platform.

Thud!

As he crashed to the ground, the Sword Palace Master’s voice rang out, devoid of emotion, “Anyone else want to try?”

“Wait… I haven’t given up!”

Yu Zimo looked up at the Sword Palace Master, his expression defiant despite his disheveled appearance.

“You have no karmic connection with the sword. You cannot draw it,” the Sword Palace Master replied coldly.

Yu Zimo stared at the beautiful woman, his eyes flickering. “You’re not the real Sword Palace Master, are you?”

His words shocked everyone present.

Had Yu Zimo gone mad from failing to draw the sword? How dare he question the Sword Palace Master?

“You’re just a remnant soul, and not even the Sword Palace Master’s!” Yu Zimo declared.

He possessed a special constitution. As soon as he approached the Sword Palace Master, he had realized she wasn’t the real one!

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he threw a thin needle from his sleeve towards her.

Is this guy crazy…? Mu Zhi’an’s eyelids twitched, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

The Sword Palace Master’s aura was indeed unstable, but even he, with his Innate Spiritual Body, couldn’t be sure if she was an imposter. How did Yu Zimo figure it out?

And… even if she wasn’t the real Sword Palace Master, attacking her so recklessly was too rash.

As Mu Zhi’an’s mind raced, the Sword Palace Master gracefully dodged the needle.

Then, under everyone’s gazes, a faint white light emanated from her ample bosom.

From within the light, an ancient bronze sword materialized.

This bronze sword was identical to the one bound by chains on the platform!

“Two Bronze Ancient Swords?” Mu Zhi’an exclaimed in surprise.

How is that possible…?

As he wondered, the Sword Palace Master swung the sword in her hand.

One moment she was standing before Yu Zimo, the next, she was behind everyone.

Then, the Bronze Ancient Sword in her hand dissolved into specks of light.

Boom!

A deafening explosion erupted in front of Yu Zimo, even though no one saw her swing the sword.

Then, Yu Zimo vanished from sight.

Mu Zhi’an felt a chill run down his spine.

This woman was definitely not normal!

The remaining cultivators instinctively took a step back, wanting to retreat.

The Sword Palace Master turned to face them, her expression emotionless. “Who’s next?”

Silence met her question.

Witnessing Yu Zimo’s fate, they had become much more cautious.

No one dared to volunteer this time.

The Sword Palace Master scanned the crowd and said slowly, “No response. Consider it a forfeit. You will be punished by the heavens.”

Her eyes were cold and lifeless, like a machine devoid of emotions.

“You first,” she said, her gaze falling upon the cultivator who had spoken second earlier.

The cultivator instinctively took a step back, as if sensing danger.

Then, he suddenly pointed at Mu Zhi’an. “The strongest person among us is standing beside him. If we’re going to be tested, shouldn’t the strongest go first?!”

Everyone’s gazes turned towards Mu Zhi’an.

Or rather, towards the maid in the yellow dress beside him.

The Sword Palace Master also looked at Wei Mengrou. After a brief moment of observation, an ancient bronze sword slowly materialized from her bosom.

Boom!

The cultivator who had spoken didn’t even have time to dodge. A scream echoed through the hall, then he vanished.

The Sword Palace Master didn’t even glance at the next cultivator. Her gaze was fixed on Wei Mengrou.

“Your turn.”

This time, no one felt any schadenfreude. They all frowned, their minds racing.

There was definitely something wrong with this ‘Sword Palace Master’. Those who failed her test would be punished… And they didn’t know if the punishment was expulsion from the Sword Palace or death… In this situation, these prodigies were starting to have second thoughts.

“Or are you also forfeiting the trial?” the Sword Palace Master asked again.

Before Wei Mengrou could answer, Mu Zhi’an looked at the Bronze Ancient Sword in the air and asked, “Senior, before we take the trial, may we know why you awakened from your seal?”

The woman glanced at him indifferently. “Someone among you has a karmic connection with this Bronze Ancient Sword and can draw it from its bindings.”

Her voice was flat, as if stating a fact. However, after witnessing what had just transpired, they didn’t believe her.

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

If she wasn’t lying, then the one who could draw the sword must be someone with a connection to the bronze fragments.

Apart from Bai Ruoxi, who was likely receiving her inheritance, the only ones present with a connection to the bronze fragments were him and Ye Yu.

Technically, Mu Zhi’an was the only one present with a connection to the Bronze Ancient Sword.

“I’ll give it a try,” Mu Zhi’an said.

It was safer for him to take the risk than for Wei Mengrou.

After all, even if he failed, he still had Lin Ling’s ‘Word as Law’ spell protecting him. This remnant soul of the Sword Palace Master couldn’t instantly kill him with a single attack.

The Sword Palace Master didn’t stop him. She stepped aside, giving him space to approach the platform.

The other cultivators looked at Mu Zhi’an with complicated expressions.

They didn’t want him to draw the sword, but they also hoped he could, as it would mean the trial was over.

But if he truly succeeded, wouldn’t the Bronze Ancient Sword become his?

With mixed feelings, they watched as he flew towards the platform.

Wei Mengrou’s fist tightened within her sleeve, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an. If he failed, she would intervene immediately, sending him out of the hall at any cost.

Ye Yu also watched the scene unfold, sneering inwardly.

Idiot.

His teacher had already told him that the woman in the hall wasn’t the real Sword Palace Master, but another version of herself that she had severed in the past. If Mu Zhi’an managed to draw the sword, it would be fine. But if he failed… he would be dead.

Sensing Wei Mengrou’s worried gaze, Mu Zhi’an turned and smiled reassuringly at her.

Then, his gaze fell upon the Bronze Ancient Sword bound by chains.

After a moment of observation, his expression turned serious.

The chains were actually a formation.

The formation extended from the four corners of the hall, binding the Bronze Ancient Sword. Unless the seals on all four sides were released simultaneously, the sword couldn’t be drawn.

It was no wonder Yu Zimo had failed.

However…

Mu Zhi’an felt that he could draw it.

Ever since he approached the platform, he had felt the Bronze Ancient Sword calling out to him.

It must be the Artifact Spirit within the sword.

As for the reason… Perhaps it was because Mu Zhi’an had been diligently ‘nourishing’ Bai Ruoxi, and the Artifact Spirit had developed a fondness for him.

Mu Zhi’an took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Then, he reached out and gripped the sword’s hilt.

Clank…

The previously silent Bronze Ancient Sword suddenly reacted. Its blade vibrated slightly, causing the chains in the four corners of the hall to rattle.

The Sword Palace Master’s eyes flickered with surprise as she looked at the young man on the platform.

All eyes were fixed on Mu Zhi’an, their emotions a mix of hope and despair.

Amidst their conflicting desires, Mu Zhi’an’s Vessel silently activated, his Spiritual Energy surging.

He gripped the hilt tightly, as if trying to free the Bronze Ancient Sword from its bindings, like drawing a sword from a rusty scabbard.

Finally, the motionless hilt moved slightly, accompanied by a grating sound, like nails scraping against glass.

“He moved the sword!” a cultivator exclaimed in disbelief.

Another ear-piercing sound rang out as the Bronze Ancient Sword slid further out of the chains, revealing a hint of its sharpness.

The Sword Palace Master’s eyes gleamed as she observed the scene intently.

Mu Zhi’an took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He closed his eyes and focused his Spiritual Energy, his entire world narrowing down to this ancient bronze sword.

There was no doubt that this sword was the third bronze fragment, which was why it was reacting to him.

He could draw it.

He just needed to be fully prepared and act decisively… Completely freeing it wasn’t impossible.

After a brief moment of preparation, Mu Zhi’an tightened his grip on the hilt, took a deep breath, and unleashed his Spiritual Energy.

Clang!

Most of the Bronze Ancient Sword’s blade emerged, gleaming brightly.

Boom!

The entire hall shook violently. Mu Zhi’an didn’t hesitate and, with a final burst of effort, completely freed the Bronze Ancient Sword from its bindings!

Its sharp blade severed the chains in all four directions.

Then, it transformed into a fragmented piece and flew towards a certain Celestial Realm, embedding itself within Bai Ruoxi’s chest, who was currently receiving the Sword Palace’s inheritance.

The three bronze fragments merged, forming the complete image of the Bronze Ancient Sword. A faint white light emanated from Bai Ruoxi’s chest.

From within the light, a Bronze Ancient Sword silently materialized from her ample bosom.

Then, Bai Ruoxi… or rather, the true Sword Palace Master, slowly opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

“You’ve finally arrived.”

Her voice held a hint of relief.

Chapter 243: The Sword Palace Master p2

…

As Mu Zhi’an and Wei Mengrou entered the cave, the surroundings darkened.

However, the darkness didn’t affect them as cultivators. They could see everything clearly.

They walked deeper into the seemingly bottomless cave. Every few steps, they would see a mural depicting a woman in a long dress. She appeared gentle and delicate, but her hand resting on her sword radiated an aura of power.

The murals seemed to depict scenes of the woman battling monsters.

“There are so many murals in this cave… They must be records of the Sword Palace’s past. Time is truly merciless. Nothing remains in the end,” Mu Zhi’an sighed.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him coldly. “Let go of my hand before you say such things.”

So even using ‘sentimental’ excuses won’t work… Mu Zhi’an reluctantly released her hand.

“I just thought it would be easier to stay together in this dark environment if we held hands,” he explained.

Wei Mengrou rolled her eyes, not bothering to respond.

Cultivators weren’t afraid of the dark. They could see clearly even in pitch-black environments. How could he use such a flimsy excuse?

It might work on naive young girls, but not on her.

“Eh?”

Suddenly, Mu Zhi’an grabbed her hand again. Before she could get angry, he pointed at a mural ahead. “Mengrou, look at that mural. Doesn’t it resemble the scene you saw in front of the Forbidden Zone’s ancestral land?”

Wei Mengrou looked up instinctively.

The mural depicted a young girl in simple clothes walking through ruins.

There seemed to be some characters engraved on the dilapidated buildings.

Characters that didn’t belong to the Great Qian Dynasty.

Mu Zhi’an squinted. “It’s very similar to the scene you saw in the mirror in the Forbidden Zone’s ancestral land, but the dynasty seems different.”

Before leaving the Forbidden Zone, Wei Mengrou had used a mirror in the ancestral land to test her fate. The mirror could reveal a person’s past and future lives.

The scene she had seen was of a young girl walking alone through ruins.

This mural was the same.

However, Mu Zhi’an remembered that the characters he had seen then were from a different dynasty than the ones in this mural.

These must be two different dynasties.

“The Sword Palace has a long history. It probably witnessed the decline of a dynasty in the past and recorded the scene in this cave,” Mu Zhi’an guessed.

If the Sword Palace Master were still alive, she might know which dynasty this was and who the girl in the mural was… Mu Zhi’an thought with a pang of regret.

Unfortunately, although the Sword Palace still stood, everything within had been erased by time, including the once-magnificent Sword Palace Master.

The murals also depicted scenes of the Sword Palace Master, so Mu Zhi’an had a rough idea of her appearance.

What a shame, such a beautiful woman…

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. After memorizing the characters in the mural, he continued walking deeper into the cave.

Faint sounds of commotion came from ahead. Mu Zhi’an and Wei Mengrou exchanged glances and silently concealed their auras, cautiously approaching.

“Ye Yu, do you really think I’m afraid of you?! If it weren’t for the bigger picture, I would have killed you already!”

The speaker was a young man in luxurious attire, a long sword strapped to his back. He glared at Ye Yu with hatred.

Standing opposite him was Ye Yu, a thin and frail-looking young man in a black robe.

They were clearly in conflict. Five or six other cultivators stood nearby with their arms crossed, seemingly enjoying the show.

Ye Yu chuckled faintly. “If you have the ability, come at me. If not, cooperate with us and decipher the secrets of this bronze gate. As for the treasures inside, it depends on our own abilities.”

“A mere second-grade Core Formation cultivator dares to order me around?!” The young man sneered. Another cultivator beside him also seemed eager to fight, clearly siding with him.

“Someone else is coming?”

Suddenly, a cultivator noticed Mu Zhi’an, who had just entered, and whispered.

Although Mu Zhi’an had concealed his aura, the cultivators present were all quite strong and alert in this environment. They immediately sensed his presence.

The young man and Ye Yu both turned to look. Ye Yu’s eyes narrowed as he said, “Mu Zhi’an!”

His words shocked the other cultivators.

They hadn’t met Mu Zhi’an before, but as talented disciples from various Primordial Clans, they had heard about him from their elders.

It was said that the Forbidden Zone’s recent emergence and the investigation of the Primordial Clans’ ‘traitors’ were all caused by Mu Zhi’an’s death.

Of course, the Primordial Clans preferred to believe that the Forbidden Zone had acted because of the Jade Empress’s return.

After all, Mu Zhi’an, whose background wasn’t particularly powerful, shouldn’t have such influence.

“Why are you here?!” Ye Yu glared at him coldly.

“This area requires resonating with at least 80 glowing swords to enter. Your sword talent is that high…?” The young man who was in conflict with Ye Yu was also in disbelief.

“I was just lucky,” Mu Zhi’an chuckled.

Silence fell over the cave as everyone looked at him with hostility.

They had encountered numerous traps on their way to this cave. Now that they had finally reached their destination, someone else had appeared, intending to share in their spoils… It naturally displeased them.

“Fellow Daoist Mu, there’s no place for you here. You should leave,” a young and talented cultivator said ‘kindly’.

They clearly didn’t want to share the treasures with anyone else.

Although they still didn’t know how to open the bronze gate behind them.

“Fellow Daoist Mu, if you refuse to leave, we’ll have to force you out. But swords have no eyes. Don’t blame us if you get hurt,” another cultivator said coldly.

Four others chose to remain neutral, observing the situation with cold eyes, unwilling to intervene.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes held a thoughtful glint. “So you think I’m here to steal your treasures and want to drive me away?”

“You can think whatever you want,” someone said coldly.

The young man who had clashed with Ye Yu earlier cupped his fists and said with a smile, “Fellow Daoist Mu, I’m Qian Chen, the young master of the Qianyuan Sect. We have no intention of causing trouble, but we’ve encountered many traps in this Celestial Realm while searching for treasures. It’s unfair for you to reap the benefits without any effort.”

“If you leave now, we’ll forget about this incident,” Qian Chen said with a smile.

“Does the Sword Palace belong to your family?” Mu Zhi’an asked with a chuckle.

Qian Chen was stunned for a moment, then said, “Although it doesn’t, but—”

“If it doesn’t, then shut the hell up.”

Mu Zhi’an’s blunt words instantly darkened Qian Chen’s expression.

“Qian Chen, there’s no need to waste words on him. Just throw him out,” a cultivator beside him said.

“Since you refuse to listen to reason, Young Master Mu, we’ll have to force you out!” Qian Chen said, a cold glint in his eyes. He lunged towards Mu Zhi’an.

At the same time, another young cultivator beside him also attacked.

Ye Yu’s eyes flickered as he observed the scene, but he didn’t intervene.

He was more interested in the treasures behind the bronze gate than in Mu Zhi’an. If these three could kill each other, it would be ideal. If not, they would at least weaken each other, making it easier for him to claim the treasures.

“Fifth-grade Core Formation… and the other one is sixth-grade?” Mu Zhi’an observed the two attackers, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

As expected of scions of Primordial Clans; their talent was undeniable.

Two people were attacking him, not including Ye Yu, who was watching with a calculating gaze, and the other cultivators who were seemingly ‘neutral’.

These ‘neutral’ cultivators might decide to attack him from behind at any moment.

Normally, facing so many Core Formation cultivators would be a challenge.

However, they seemed to be unaware of one thing.

He wasn’t alone.

Qian Chen appeared before Mu Zhi’an, his eyes filled with ruthlessness. His sword, imbued with Spiritual Energy, slashed towards him. Behind him, a spectral figure wielding a sword mirrored his movements!

Mu Zhi’an raised his hand, and a green lotus silently bloomed.

Qian Chen felt his Spiritual Energy draining rapidly. He didn’t have time to think and immediately tried to retreat.

However, a strange formation appeared beneath his feet.

Boom!

The formation erupted in flames, engulfing Qian Chen.

A figure in a yellow dress silently appeared. As Qian Chen struggled to break free from the formation, Wei Mengrou charged towards him, her sword radiating a powerful aura, surpassing everyone else’s.

At the same time, another strange formation appeared beneath the feet of the other attacker, stopping him in his tracks.

“Mengrou, don’t kill them. I need them alive!” Mu Zhi’an reminded her.

Wei Mengrou formed a hand seal, and five formations appeared around Qian Chen and the other cultivator, trapping them.

Brilliant golden light erupted from the formations, striking the two cultivators.

Qian Chen coughed up blood and stumbled back a few steps.

The other cultivator also suffered, crashing to the ground, nearly losing consciousness.

Wei Mengrou silently returned to Mu Zhi’an’s side, then vanished without a trace.

The cultivators who had been watching the spectacle were stunned, their gazes fixed on the spot where the maid in the yellow dress had disappeared.

She had single-handedly suppressed two Core Formation cultivators in less than three moves?

And they hadn’t even noticed her presence beside Mu Zhi’an?

If she had attacked them…

A cold sweat broke out on their backs as they silently congratulated themselves for not intervening.

Mu Zhi’an was also impressed.

He was used to seeing Mengrou’s shy and reserved side. Only at times like this did he realize that she wasn’t just beautiful.

Her strength was equal to her beauty.

Also, Qian Chen… Could he be the Qianyuan Sect’s young master…? Mu Zhi’an glanced at the young man clutching his chest, glaring at him with hatred.

Then, he unfurled the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll and pulled the two cultivators inside.

Of course, he separated them from the injured Lin Keyu.

He controlled everything within the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll. Creating a few more small worlds was no problem for him.

After dealing with them, Mu Zhi’an looked at the remaining cultivators and smiled. “Perfect timing. Now that we’re down two people, can we join you?”

The cultivators exchanged glances and nodded silently, reaching a silent agreement.

It wasn’t that they were cowardly. It was just that the woman beside Mu Zhi’an was too terrifying.

Wei Mengrou’s cultivation level far surpassed theirs.

She had single-handedly suppressed two Core Formation cultivators. In this situation, they couldn’t possibly object to Mu Zhi’an joining them.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t even glance at Ye Yu. He looked at the ancient bronze gate ahead and was about to ask about it.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed through the cave, and the gate slowly opened.

The cultivators were surprised, exchanging glances.

Why did the previously sealed bronze gate suddenly open on its own?

Despite their curiosity, their gazes were fixed on the opening behind the gate, their eyes filled with anticipation.

After all, they had endured so much for the treasures within the Sword Palace.

And now, the treasures were within reach, naturally exciting them.

However, as they looked through the doorway, they saw only an ancient hall. At the end of the hall, a woman was encased in ice.

She was incredibly beautiful, dressed in a long dress with intricate patterns. Her features were delicate, her eyes closed, her eyelashes long and thick, her lips a delicate pink. She exuded an aura of mystery, her arms wrapped around her knees as she curled up within the ice sculpture.

“Doesn’t she resemble the Sword Palace Master from the murals?” someone whispered, recognizing her.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered, and he took a closer look, his gaze lingering on her chest.

D+, almost E… There’s no mistaking it. This is the Sword Palace Master.

Did she seal herself within a formation after her death and then freeze herself?

As this thought crossed his mind, he heard Wei Mengrou’s voice, “Something’s wrong… The ice around her is melting.”

Steam rose from the woman’s body as the ice slowly melted.

Is she still alive?!

As this thought entered their minds, the woman within the ice sculpture slowly opened her eyes.

Chapter 243: The Sword Palace Master p1

Someone was still alive in the Sword Palace?!

Hearing Bai Ruoxi’s certain tone, Mu Zhi’an felt a chill run down his spine.

How long had it been since the Sword Palace was established? It had been hidden within an underground Celestial Realm, never emerging. Although cultivators at the Core Formation Realm and above could survive without food or water, relying solely on Spiritual Energy, could anyone truly endure such solitude for so long?

“Let’s go inside and take a look.”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Mu Zhi’an made a decision.

They had come to the Sword Palace for Bai Ruoxi’s third bronze fragment. They couldn’t back down now.

Hopefully, it’s not another ‘old demon’.

If possible, I prefer fairies like Yao Meng…

After all, compared to a powerful old demon, a powerful and beautiful older sister with long legs and ample bosom is much better, right?

As Mu Zhi’an thought about this, he followed the two women through the door that had silently opened.

However, as Bai Ruoxi stepped inside, Mu Zhi’an found himself blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to approach.

“It seems each person can only enter the Celestial Realm that opened after they passed their respective trial,” Mu Zhi’an realized, looking at Bai Ruoxi through the doorway.

Seeing that Wei Mengrou was also blocked, he looked at Bai Ruoxi and said helplessly, “It seems we can only accompany you this far.”

Then, he continued, “Remember, Ruoxi, safety comes first. If you encounter any problems, crush the jade slip and leave immediately. We don’t have to obtain the third bronze fragment now.”

“You be careful too, Mu Lang. If it’s too dangerous, leave the Sword Palace and wait for me,” Bai Ruoxi said softly.

She turned to Wei Mengrou and said, “Sister Mengrou, I’ll leave him in your care.”

Why does that sound weird? Like ‘When the brother dies, the younger brother takes his wife’, or ‘The son inherits the father’s business’? Am I some kind of ‘public transportation’, passing from Ruoxi to Mengrou… Mu Zhi’an couldn’t help but complain inwardly.

Bai Ruoxi, unaware of his thoughts, looked at him deeply, then turned and walked into the Celestial Realm that had opened only for her.

Sword lights flickered along the dark corridor, as if welcoming their new master.

Bai Ruoxi followed the illuminated path, walking deeper into the corridor.

Mu Zhi’an had protected her countless times, and he had encountered many troubles because of her.

Now, it was her turn to protect him.

With her sword and her Heart-Binding Lock.

…

As the door closed, Mu Zhi’an withdrew his gaze and said, “Let’s go check out the other two Celestial Realms. We might find something interesting.”

Wei Mengrou nodded silently and followed behind him.

If one didn’t look closely, they wouldn’t even notice her presence. She was invisible to the naked eye, and with her superior cultivation level, those weaker than her couldn’t sense her either.

After entering the Celestial Realm that had opened for him, Mu Zhi’an turned to Wei Mengrou and asked, “Can you enter, Mengrou?”

Wei Mengrou nodded. “It’s not blocking me.”

It seemed only Ruoxi’s Celestial Realm was unique, inaccessible to anyone else. The other realms didn’t have such restrictions?

As Mu Zhi’an thought about this, he and Wei Mengrou walked through the open door.

Silence fell over the courtyard, only the flowers swaying gently in the wind, their beauty captivating.

…

As soon as he entered the Celestial Realm, Mu Zhi’an sensed a peculiar aura. He looked up and saw a towering mountain with jagged peaks in the distance. There was only one entrance at the foot of the mountain.

Hundreds of strange rocks of various shapes and colors were scattered around the entrance. Mu Zhi’an sensed a special aura emanating from them.

“Could these be Spirit Mines?” he wondered.

In the cultivation world, Spirit Mines came in various shapes and types. High-grade Spirit Stones, such as Blood Spirit Stones and White Jade Spirit Stones, were usually only the size of a fingernail but were worth tens of thousands of ordinary Spirit Stones.

These special Spirit Stones were often mined from Spirit Mines.

Or rather, they were cut from Spirit Mines.

Is this a reward for passing the first trial… or a trap? Mu Zhi’an wasn’t sure.

Although tempted, he didn’t approach recklessly. As he neared the entrance, he carefully scanned the area with his Spiritual Sense, checking for any formations.

After confirming that there were no traps, he felt relieved.

“There are no formations… Let’s take a closer look.”

Wei Mengrou followed him, and they soon arrived at the entrance, surrounded by countless strange rocks.

Spirit Mines were everywhere. Mu Zhi’an touched one of the rocks and felt a special Spiritual Energy within.

Clearly, this rock contained a special Spirit Stone!

He checked the other rocks and discovered that each one contained the same type of Spiritual Energy.

“If we cut open all these rocks and extract the special Spirit Stones, you could probably increase your cultivation by one or two grades,” Wei Mengrou said, surprised.

“To think they would use so many Spirit Mines as a trial. Who could resist this…?” Mu Zhi’an sighed.

Those with the Innate Spiritual Body had a natural affinity for the world’s Spiritual Energy. This wasn’t limited to pill refining but also applied to enemy detection, absorbing Spiritual Energy during battles, and even ‘stone cutting’ like this.

Normally, ordinary people couldn’t determine the quality of a Spirit Mine through Spiritual Sense alone, but those with the Innate Spiritual Body could roughly discern it.

If Ye Lingxuan, the true possessor of the Innate Spiritual Body, were here, she could probably pick out the best Spirit Mine from these hundreds of rocks.

It’s a shame Lingxuan is still receiving her inheritance… Mu Zhi’an thought with a pang of regret. He was about to reach for a Spirit Mine.

However, as his finger touched the surface of a rock, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura approaching from the distance.

Wei Mengrou reacted instantly, becoming alert.

Mu Zhi’an looked up and saw a beautiful figure in white crashing towards the ground like a meteorite.

Boom!

A tremor shook the ground. Mu Zhi’an quickly retreated before the figure landed.

He looked down at the girl lying on the ground.

“Holy crap, a female lead falling from the sky?!”

Of course, this was just a joke. Although the girl was indeed beautiful, she was clearly fleeing from something, her appearance disheveled.

A faint white glow surrounding her body, a protective barrier, faded away, revealing a young lady he didn’t recognize. She wore a pink and white dress, one of her embroidered shoes missing from her frantic escape. She leaned slightly on one leg, blood trickling from her pale lips.

She was severely injured, her chest stained with blood, her hair disheveled, blood and sweat dripping from her forehead.

Seeing her, Mu Zhi’an immediately thought of someone: Regina.

Although there was probably no connection between them, this girl’s aura resembled Regina’s – delicate and fragile.

I remember the Xuanyin Temple Sect Master’s daughter possesses the rare Xuanyin Body and is naturally frail… Could it be her?

As Mu Zhi’an wondered, the girl slowly raised her head, her eyes dull but filled with a hint of wariness. “Who are you?” she asked softly.

She instinctively tightened her grip on her sword, her gaze wary but filled with exhaustion and regret.

If she had known the outside world was so dangerous, she would never have left the Xuanyin Temple and come to the Sword Palace alone…

No, it wasn’t the outside world that was dangerous, but the hearts of people.

Lin Keyu had never imagined that the boy next door, whom she had always considered a brother, would attack her so ruthlessly and decisively.

If it weren’t for the ancestral artifact fragment her father had given her, she would be dead by now.

But then again, they wouldn’t have targeted her if it weren’t for this fragment.

Lin Keyu chuckled self-deprecatingly, imagining the scene after her death – they would pretend she had encountered an accident in the Sword Palace and even hypocritically comfort her grieving father…

Just thinking about it filled her with rage.

…I can’t die yet!

At least, I need to let Father know their true colors!

As she thought this, she heard a casual voice before her, “I should be the one asking you that. Who are you? It seems you’re being pursued…”

She looked up, her vision blurry. She bit her lip, desperately clinging to consciousness, and said concisely, “Fellow Daoist, if you leave the Sword Palace, please inform the Xuanyin Temple’s Sect Master that the Qianyuan Sect’s young master stole my ancestral artifact fragment and is trying to make it look like I died in an accident… My father will reward you handsomely.”

Her Spiritual Energy was nearly depleted. Escaping the Sword Palace was impossible… But she could ask someone to relay her message to the Xuanyin Temple.

As long as her father knew the truth, he wouldn’t be deceived by the Qianyuan Sect.

“Your father?”

Mu Zhi’an’s interest was piqued. “Are you Lin Keyu, the Xuanyin Temple Sect Master’s daughter?”

As he spoke, a talisman in his hand silently burned, and his eyes turned a brilliant golden color.

Qi Observation Technique.

Using this talisman, he could determine if she was lying.

“You know me…?” Lin Keyu asked, her voice weak as she struggled to maintain consciousness, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

Despite her disheveled appearance, it was clear that she was a pampered young lady. Her delicate aura, fair skin, and gentle eyes all attested to this.

“I’ve heard of you,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Lin Keyu’s eyes. “What do you think of my proposal, Fellow Daoist? If you can relay this message to my father, he will reward you handsomely,” she said, enduring the pain.

She had given up on surviving, but as long as she could expose their true colors, even death was worth it!

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Mu Zhi’an chuckled.

Before disappointment could cloud her face, he took out a pill and handed it to her.

“Take this, and go tell your father yourself.”

He didn’t want to get involved in the conflicts between these powerful factions, but he couldn’t just ignore her.

As for the reason… it wasn’t simply out of kindness. Young Master Mu was a gentleman who appreciated beauty. Saving a potential ‘fish’ for his pond wouldn’t hurt.

Besides, helping her wouldn’t cost him anything. Why not?

Lin Keyu smiled wryly. “My Vessel is shattered. Even if I heal my body with ordinary pills, I’ll eventually die from Spiritual Energy exhaustion. If you’re not willing to help, Fellow Daoist, then don’t waste this pill…”

She glanced at the pill in his hand, then looked at him again, her eyes widening slightly.

“A Returning Essence Pill…?”

The Returning Essence Pill could slowly repair a severely injured person’s Vessel and replenish their Spiritual Energy. One of its key ingredients was only found within the Two Polarities Sect…

Lin Keyu’s eyes flickered. She reached out with difficulty and swallowed the pill.

Then, she looked at Mu Zhi’an with a glimmer of hope. “Are you a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect?”

Mu Zhi’an smiled gently. “You’re severely injured and shouldn’t speak. Focus on recovering.”

“Don’t resist. I’ll temporarily bring you into my Celestial Realm and send you away from here.”

He waved his hand, and a scroll appeared, sucking the injured girl inside.

The Eight Chaos Dream Scroll!

The Returning Essence Pill’s effect took hold almost instantly. As she was pulled into the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll, Lin Keyu’s tense body relaxed. Before losing consciousness, she glanced at Mu Zhi’an.

When her father had tried to arrange her marriage, she had refused, claiming that she wanted to find her own Dao Companion. Now, after leaving home and being targeted, attacked by the Qianyuan Sect within the Sword Palace, she regretted her decision.

But it wasn’t all bad… At least, she had met a kind person in the end.

“I forgot to ask his name…” Lin Keyu’s eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into unconsciousness, entering the world within Mu Zhi’an’s Eight Chaos Dream Scroll.

“This Eight Chaos Dream Scroll is truly convenient. It’s like a portable Celestial Realm,” Mu Zhi’an said, looking at the scroll that had disappeared into thin air.

“Aren’t you afraid of trouble? Why did you save her?” Wei Mengrou suddenly asked.

Mu Zhi’an sighed. “I can’t just ignore someone in need.”

“Heh.” Wei Mengrou gave him a disdainful look.

Knowing his past actions, she wouldn’t believe such words.

He must have been tempted by the girl’s beauty… Wei Mengrou thought, scoffing inwardly.

Mu Zhi’an was unaware of his maid’s thoughts. He quickly collected himself and focused on the Spirit Mines before him.

After carefully examining them with his Spiritual Sense, he chose the one with the densest Spiritual Energy.

He channeled his Spiritual Energy into his sword and slowly cut open the rock.

The Spirit Mine, the size of a human head, revealed several translucent green gemstones, each the size of a fingernail. There were seven in total.

“If I remember correctly, these are Emerald Leaf Stones, right? Each one is worth about 30,000 Spirit Stones,” Mu Zhi’an asked, turning to Wei Mengrou.

She glanced at the gemstones and nodded. “Indeed.”

She didn’t ask about the Xuanyin Temple Sect Master’s daughter, knowing that her young master had his reasons for everything he did.

“210,000 Spirit Stones… Not bad.”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then reached for another Spirit Mine.

However, as soon as his finger touched it, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

He tried again with a few other rocks, but he couldn’t touch them.

“It seems each person can only choose one Spirit Mine,” Mu Zhi’an murmured, feeling relieved.

If he could take all of them, he would be suspicious.

After all, suddenly obtaining a large sum of Spirit Stones would make anyone uneasy.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes sparkled. She enjoyed this ‘lottery’ like experience.

She reached out and touched a Spirit Mine. Unlike Mu Zhi’an, she wasn’t blocked.

Mu Zhi’an watched her, curious about what kind of Spirit Stone she would find.

Under his gaze, Wei Mengrou shattered the Spirit Mine she had chosen. However, all she found was an empty rock.

Well… It’s Mengrou, after all. It’s to be expected.

Mu Zhi’an understood and tried to maintain a straight face, suppressing his laughter.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him, knowing what he was thinking. She simply rolled her eyes and asked, “Want to go inside?”

Her gaze shifted towards the entrance of the cave.

Mu Zhi’an nodded slightly. “Since we’re already here, and Ruoxi probably won’t be back so soon, let’s take a look.”

He was also curious about what lay within the cave.

If there were so many Spirit Mines at the entrance, perhaps there were even more inside the mountain?

T/N:

“Xuanyin” (玄阴, xuán yīn):

-玄 (xuán): “deep,” “profound,” “mysterious,” “Mystic”,etc…

-阴 (yīn): Represents the “yin” principle in the Yin-Yang duality. Yin is associated with darkness, cold, passivity, femininity, and the earth.

“Xuanyin” can be translated in a few ways: (I’ll use just Xuanyin)

1. The Profound Yin

2. The Mysterious Yin, etc

Chapter 242: Bai Ruoxi: Rebuilding the Sword Palace’s Glory, Our Duty!

The Sword Palace stood near the Xuanyin Temple, nestled amidst tranquil surroundings and lush forests.

Deep within the Xuanyin Temple, a man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the distant celestial palace.

Since yesterday, many cultivators had attempted to enter the Sword Palace, but at least twenty Core Formation cultivators had been eliminated by the glowing swords.

As for Nascent Soul cultivators, they didn’t even have a chance to approach.

Whenever a Nascent Soul cultivator attempted to get near the Sword Palace, the 108 glowing swords surrounding it would stir, effectively deterring them.

It was clear that the Sword Palace was choosing its master, and Nascent Soul cultivators didn’t meet the requirements.

“Sect Master, should we send someone to investigate?” an attendant asked tentatively.

The Sword Palace was near the Xuanyin Temple. If they wanted to take action and enter the palace, they would be much faster than other cultivators.

However, the Xuanyin Temple’s Sect Master hadn’t made any moves, which puzzled the attendant.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the man shook his head. “Not yet. What happens outside is none of our concern.”

“If other factions in the Eastern Realm are interested in the Sword Palace, let them be.”

“I’m more concerned about another matter.”

He turned to the attendant and said, “The letter I instructed you to send to the Two Polarities Sect a few days ago, has there been a response?”

The man’s name was Lin Jing, the Sect Master of the Xuanyin Temple and one of the top forces among the Eastern Realm’s Primordial Clans.

Recently, he had heard from an elder about the Jade Empress reconstructing her Vessel and the possibility of a young cultivator being involved. He had written a letter to the Two Polarities Sect’s Book Pavilion.

The reason, of course, was related to his daughter, Lin Keyu.

Those with the Xuanyin Body were extremely frail before reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, prone to illness and fever. His daughter, despite her exceptional talent, had suffered greatly due to her Xuanyin Body since childhood.

And Mu Zhi’an’s Innate Celestial Furnace constitution was the perfect complement to her constitution.

Mu Zhi’an was the disciple of the Book Pavilion’s Peak Master. Lin Jing happened to have a good relationship with Yan Ruyu. If he could ask her to act as a matchmaker… Perhaps his daughter’s Xuanyin Body problem could be solved.

The attendant hesitated for a moment. “Pavilion Master Yan hasn’t responded yet.”

Lin Jing nodded slightly. “This is an important matter. Yan Ruyu has never taken a disciple before. The fact that she accepted Mu Zhi’an as her disciple shows that she’s quite fond of him. It’s understandable that she needs time to consider.”

After all, this was a matter of marriage. Even as Mu Zhi’an’s master, Yan Ruyu needed to discuss it with him.

However, his daughter’s status and background were more than enough to match Mu Zhi’an’s. Even if Mu Zhi’an didn’t agree, he should at least be willing to visit the Xuanyin Temple and meet them.

“Where’s Keyu?” Lin Jing suddenly asked.

“She’s still in her room,” the attendant replied respectfully.

Lin Jing sighed softly.

Ever since she learned about the letter he had sent to the Two Polarities Sect, Lin Keyu had been throwing a tantrum, shutting herself in her room to cultivate. She believed that she should decide her own marriage, not her parents.

After discovering that his letter contained a ‘proposal’, she had stopped talking to him.

“The young lady will understand your good intentions eventually,” the attendant said, trying to appease him.

Lin Jing waved his hand. “You may leave. Inform me if Yan Ruyu responds within the next few days.”

Then, he turned to enter the inner hall.

At that moment, a spy rushed in, his face pale. “Sect Master, the young lady is missing!”

Lin Jing abruptly turned around.

“A clan member saw her entering the Sword Palace, but it was too late to stop her,” the spy continued.

“Should we send someone to try and enter the Sword Palace?” the attendant asked tentatively.

Lin Jing remained silent for a moment, then sighed and waved his hand. “Forget it. You may all leave.”

His daughter rarely left the Xuanyin Temple. This time, she was likely acting out because of the ‘marriage’ issue.

In that case, he would let her be.

…

The Sword Palace.

It was a magnificent palace suspended in mid-air.

Its surface was made of indestructible black goldstone, and 108 glowing blades illuminated the ancient structure, attracting both envy and fear from the cultivators below.

By now, most cultivators were certain that the Sword Palace was ‘choosing its master’.

It was searching for a worthy successor, and the inheritances within, including the Sword Emperor’s ancestral sword, were likely still intact!

An ancestral artifact left behind by a Dao Integration cultivator, the Sword Emperor’s legacy, countless resources, cultivation techniques, and even the Sword Palace itself – these were all irresistible temptations.

Unfortunately, only those with sword talent could enter. Any other cultivator who dared to approach would be eliminated by the glowing blades.

This filled many with regret.

Cultivators hovered in the air on their swords, some eager to try their luck and enter the Sword Palace, others discussing the palace’s mysteries.

“At least a dozen talented disciples from the Primordial Clans have entered the Sword Palace. Whoever gains its recognition will truly be fortunate,” a cultivator sighed.

“Hey, you’ve seen how dangerous the Sword Palace is. It’s already so dangerous outside, who knows what awaits them inside? Gaining the Sword Palace’s recognition isn’t that easy.”

“What if all the cultivators who entered failed the trials and can’t come out?”

“If that happens, the Eastern Realm will be in chaos,” another cultivator said with a sigh.

Most of those who had entered the Sword Palace were talented disciples from the top Primordial Clans. These disciples were the future leaders of their clans. If they perished within the Sword Palace, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Look, someone else is flying towards the palace,” a cultivator suddenly said, pointing at three figures in the sky.

In the past two days, countless cultivators had been eliminated trying to enter the Sword Palace. Witnessing their deaths, most had calmed down.

These three were clearly newcomers, hence their recklessness.

“Tsk… Two of them are beautiful women. What a shame,” a cultivator lamented as he saw the women in the yellow and white dresses, his gaze then shifting to the Sword Palace’s glowing blades.

Recently, any cultivator who recklessly approached the Sword Palace would be eliminated by the blades as soon as they got within a certain distance.

“The glowing blades aren’t reacting… That means they must have been recognized by the Sword Palace,” the cultivator suddenly said.

Everyone looked up. The 108 glowing blades remained motionless as the three figures flew towards the Sword Palace.

This meant that they had passed the first trial and could officially enter the palace.

Those who could enter were likely prodigies from the Primordial Clans. Whispers spread throughout the crowd as they speculated about the identities of these three individuals.

…

Inside the Sword Palace.

Mu Zhi’an and the others, having entered the Sword Palace, were unaware of the events unfolding outside.

He looked around at the environment and couldn’t help but sigh, “I never thought it would be this easy to enter. I was expecting to be stopped.”

He hadn’t expected his sword talent to be recognized by the Sword Palace. After all, his ‘Heaven’s Envy’ title wasn’t about his talent but his Innate Celestial Furnace constitution.

Therefore, he had never considered himself to be particularly talented in combat.

Maybe this support can also be a carry… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

He turned to Bai Ruoxi and asked, “Ruoxi, is the bronze fragment reacting?”

Bai Ruoxi, dressed in a white palace dress, her ample bosom proudly on display, didn’t respond. She simply lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

“Ruoxi?” Mu Zhi’an gently caressed her face, snapping her out of her daze.

“Ah? What’s wrong?” She looked up at him with a confused expression.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange since we entered the Sword Palace,” Mu Zhi’an asked with concern. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Bai Ruoxi shook her head and forced a smile. “I’m fine… I just heard a woman’s voice echoing in my mind. It was distracting.”

“A voice?” Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered. “Do you know what she said?”

Bai Ruoxi shook her head. “The voice is gone now… I can’t remember what she said.”

A woman’s voice… Could it be the Sword Palace’s master?

Mu Zhi’an quickly dismissed the thought.

“Anyway, let’s go inside and take a look.”

Since they were already here, leaving now wouldn’t guarantee their safety from the glowing swords outside. It was better to explore further. If they encountered any problems, they could simply crush the jade slip and escape.

As a precaution, he had asked Yao Meng to create an extra jade slip yesterday. Each of them now carried one, allowing them to leave immediately if necessary.

They walked deeper into the Sword Palace’s main hall.

It was more like a courtyard than a hall.

Flowers of various colors bloomed everywhere, their beauty breathtaking.

As Mu Zhi’an walked through the courtyard, observing the flowers, a chill ran down his spine.

Something felt strange.

Why were there still living flowers within a Sword Palace that had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years…?

Logically, even the Sword Palace disciples should have vanished into the dust of history.

Unless… someone was still alive and tending to the flowers every day?

He quickly shook his head, not daring to think further.

Ahead of them stood a large rock formation with several characters engraved on it:

Heart-Asking Hall.

Leaving the courtyard, they walked along a seemingly endless corridor. After more than half an hour, they still hadn’t reached the end.

“This is strange… The Sword Palace didn’t look that big from the outside. How can a single courtyard be this vast?” Mu Zhi’an stopped, sensing something was wrong.

“Logically, there should be many others who have entered the Sword Palace… Where did they all go?” Wei Mengrou also felt puzzled, observing their surroundings.

Then, she tugged at Mu Zhi’an’s sleeve and pointed at the rock formation ahead.

Mu Zhi’an looked up and saw the three characters: Heart-Asking Hall.

His heart skipped a beat as he realized something.

They had been wandering in the same place the entire time, never leaving this area!

“It seems the trial began the moment we entered the Sword Palace.”

Mu Zhi’an quickly calmed down. He, Bai Ruoxi, and Wei Mengrou carefully examined the courtyard again. Finally, they noticed countless sword patterns engraved on the back of the rock formation.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered. His Innate Spiritual Body sensed something. “There’s a faint trace of Spiritual Energy on this rock formation… It must have been left behind by the cultivators who entered earlier.”

It seemed the secret lay within this rock formation.

But why was there Spiritual Energy on it…?

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then an idea struck him. He reached out and touched the rock formation, channeling a wisp of Spiritual Energy into it.

The first sword engraved on the rock formation silently lit up.

As expected… This rock formation is part of the Sword Palace’s trial!

As he thought this, the second, third, and more swords lit up, each emitting a golden glow. These glowing swords were identical to the 108 blades surrounding the Sword Palace!

The glow continued until the ninetieth sword, then stopped.

At the same time, a line of small characters appeared on the rock formation.

Sword Talent Ranking: 26th.

This must be the stone tablet used to assess disciples’ talent in the past. Before his death, the Sword Emperor had turned it into a trial for future generations.

After the trial, the sound of a door opening echoed through the courtyard.

Mu Zhi’an looked towards the seemingly bottomless room and murmured, “A Celestial Realm…?”

Behind this door lay a Celestial Realm.

It seemed the next trial awaited them within.

He didn’t enter immediately. Instead, he waited for Wei Mengrou and Bai Ruoxi to complete their assessments.

He was quite curious about their sword talent.

Wei Mengrou reached out and touched the stone tablet.

The first sword lit up, then the second, the third, and so on, until the fiftieth sword… The glow stopped at the eighty-sixth sword.

At the same time, another door opened.

The 108 glowing blades engraved on the stone tablet… Could it be that the difficulty of the trial varies depending on the level of resonance…? Mu Zhi’an thought, looking at Wei Mengrou’s cold and beautiful profile.

“What’s wrong?” Wei Mengrou, sensing his gaze, glanced at him, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Mu Zhi’an snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head with a smile. “Nothing… I just didn’t expect your sword talent to be lower than mine, Mengrou.”

It made sense. Wei Mengrou’s talent in formations and other fields was already top-tier. If her sword talent was also exceptional, it would be unfair to other geniuses.

“Ruoxi, you should try it too,” Mu Zhi’an said, turning to Bai Ruoxi.

Bai Ruoxi nodded slightly. Under their gazes, she gracefully stepped forward and touched the stone tablet with her slender hand.

The first, second, third… thirtieth… sixtieth…

The swords on the stone tablet lit up like dominoes. Mu Zhi’an’s gaze remained fixed on Bai Ruoxi.

If she was truly the one the Sword Palace was calling for, perhaps all 108 swords would resonate…

If that happened, he wondered what would happen…

Mu Zhi’an watched with anticipation.

Time passed silently. As the number of glowing swords approached ninety, the speed at which they lit up gradually slowed down.

“Could Ruoxi’s talent be similar to mine…? But that shouldn’t be the case…” Mu Zhi’an couldn’t help but doubt.

Meanwhile, outside the Sword Palace, the cultivators also watched intently, comparing the number of glowing swords with the previous attempts.

“It seems the 108 glowing blades on the Sword Palace’s surface are connected to something inside, used to assess cultivators’ talent.”

“I remember a disciple from the Two Polarities Sect entered earlier. He resonated with 103 swords. That was truly terrifying.”

“The Xuanyin Temple Sect Master’s daughter is also inside. I wonder how many swords she resonated with.” A cultivator spoke with curiosity, looking at the 97 glowing swords. “There are so many talented individuals who entered the Sword Palace this time. It seems someone among those three might also surpass the 100-sword mark.”

“If someone resonates with all 108 swords, does that mean they’ll inherit the Sword Palace?” another cultivator asked jokingly.

Hearing this, someone chuckled. “108 swords? Only the Sword Emperor himself could achieve that.”

They had accepted the fact that the Sword Palace only recognized sword talent. Those who specialized in other Dao had no chance, so they could only watch from the sidelines.

“It’s past 100 now,” a cultivator suddenly said.

“This is the crucial moment. The higher the number, the slower the resonance speed. Most of the talented sword cultivators in the Eastern Realm have probably entered. However, the highest record so far is only 103 swords.”

“If inheriting the Sword Palace truly requires resonating with all 108 swords, then these prodigies have come for nothing,” another cultivator said with a hint of schadenfreude.

“Hmph!”

An elder from a Primordial Clan who was guarding the area snorted coldly, glaring at the speaker.

The cultivator who had made the sarcastic remark immediately fell silent.

But he was still unconvinced and even felt a bit of schadenfreude.

If no one could inherit the Sword Palace this time, it would be quite amusing.

“It seems to be stuck at 103,” a cultivator finally said, breaking the silence after observing that the resonance had stopped for a while.

“That’s still impressive… I wonder who those three are. To think there’s someone with such monstrous talent among them.”

The cultivators chatted amongst themselves, about to look away.

Suddenly, the previously stagnant glow flared up again!

Everyone froze, the chatter dying down instantly. All eyes were fixed on the Sword Palace in the sky.

Someone had resonated with the 104th sword!

Without giving anyone time to react, a booming sound echoed as, under countless disbelieving gazes, all 108 glowing swords surrounding the Sword Palace lit up, radiating a brilliance that rivaled the sun!

A collective gasp arose from the crowd, and a single thought flashed through their minds.

Someone had gained the Sword Palace’s true recognition!

…

Meanwhile, inside the Sword Palace.

Mu Zhi’an watched in awe as the stone tablet lit up completely, his gaze fixed on Bai Ruoxi, who was bathed in golden light, looking like a goddess descending from the heavens.

Although he had suspected that she might be able to resonate with all 108 swords, witnessing it firsthand was still a shock.

Bai Ruoxi remained silent, her eyes fixed on the stone tablet, a dazed expression on her face.

“Ruoxi, what’s wrong?” Mu Zhi’an asked, noticing her unusual behavior.

“I feel someone calling me,” she suddenly said.

She turned her head and looked at a door that had silently opened nearby. “The voice… it’s coming from there,” she whispered.

Chapter 241: The Sword Palace Chooses Its Master

The next morning.

Mu Zhi’an woke up early and stretched lazily in the courtyard, enjoying the first rays of the winter sun.

Well, it wasn’t exactly waking up. It was more like he hadn’t slept at all.

Or rather, he hadn’t had the chance to sleep.

But it couldn’t be helped. Yao Meng needed a vast amount of Spiritual Energy, and he was the source.

Of course, the Empress wouldn’t demand too much from him. Perhaps due to her shyness, she usually only acquiesced to his advances after he initiated.

Their relationship had become somewhat ambiguous.

Initially, Yao Meng’s goal had simply been to reconstruct her Vessel and immortal body. However, judging from her recent behavior, they were more like a loving couple.

After resting in the courtyard for a while, Mu Zhi’an quietly entered Bai Ruoxi’s room.

The young lady in the white palace dress seemed to have already circulated her energy for several cycles. Her Heavenly Dao energy continuously purified the surrounding Spiritual Energy, absorbing it rapidly.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t disturb her and found a spot to meditate, beginning his own cultivation.

There was no need to rush to the Sword Palace until they received more information.

After all, the Two Polarities Sect wasn’t too far from the Xuanyin Temple, and the Sword Palace was only a hundred miles from there. They could wait for the latest news before departing.

As he expected, in the afternoon of the second day, even more shocking news spread throughout the Eastern Realm.

Over a hundred cultivators had attempted to enter the Sword Palace, but only a few managed to slip through the chaos and enter. The rest were eliminated.

However, one cultivator had entered the Sword Palace unharmed, without being attacked by the glowing swords!

This news was like a shot of adrenaline for the cultivators who had given up on the Sword Palace.

Soon after, the cultivator’s identity was revealed.

He was the young master of the Qianyuan Sect, renowned for his swordsmanship. After receiving a protective spell from a Qianyuan Sect elder, he had headed towards the Sword Palace alone.

They had expected a fierce battle, but the glowing swords within the Sword Palace didn’t react at all, allowing him to enter freely.

This was quite strange. In the past two days, many cultivators had been eliminated while trying to enter the Sword Palace for its treasures.

Yet, the Qianyuan Sect’s young master had entered without any resistance. It was truly peculiar.

That afternoon, another piece of news surfaced: The Jade Pool Fairy from the Jade Pool Holy Land had also entered the Sword Palace unharmed.

This news caused a stir throughout the Eastern Realm, and many Primordial Clans couldn’t sit still. After consulting with their elders, their most talented disciples immediately set off for the Sword Palace.

They seemed to be afraid that if they delayed any longer, the treasures within the Sword Palace would be claimed by others.

Meanwhile, in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Bai Ruoxi slowly opened her eyes.

“Finished meditating?” Mu Zhi’an asked with a smile.

Bai Ruoxi nodded, then looked at him and said, “The bronze fragment just reacted… It’s urging me to go to the Sword Palace.”

A faint smile appeared on Mu Zhi’an’s face.

It seemed the Sword Palace was indeed waiting for Bai Ruoxi.

But why was the bronze fragment reacting to her?

Could it be that the Bai family was descended from the Sword Palace’s master?

This thought crossed Mu Zhi’an’s mind.

Then, he shook his head, dismissing the idea.

It didn’t matter. They would find out the truth once they visited the Sword Palace.

…

Ye Yu slowly opened his eyes, emerging from his meditation.

“I’ve finally stabilized at the second-grade Core Formation Realm,” he said, exhaling slowly. He felt refreshed.

“Losing to Nigati wasn’t a bad thing. Your mentality and willpower have improved,” the old man within him said with a hint of satisfaction.

“I didn’t lose to Nigati. If it weren’t for his trickery, I would have won the pill refining competition,” Ye Yu said, scoffing.

“As long as you understand that, it’s fine,” the old man replied, feeling a surge of emotion.

With his current mentality, reaching the Nascent Soul Realm shouldn’t be a problem…

The old man continued, “It doesn’t matter that you didn’t obtain the Nine Cauldrons Pill formula. It’s not essential. However, you can’t miss out on the treasures within the Sword Palace.”

“The Sword Palace?” Ye Yu frowned. “Are you referring to the celestial palace that recently emerged from the ground, Master?”

“Indeed.”

The old man explained, “The Sword Palace’s master was an extraordinary woman. She loved swordsmanship, and the ordinary long sword she always carried resonated with the Great Dao when she reached the Dao Integration Realm, developing an Artifact Spirit.”

“Legend has it that her sword was unmatched within the same realm. If you can obtain it, your chances of winning the Ascension Ceremony will increase by at least thirty to forty percent.”

“That sword is still within the Sword Palace?!” Ye Yu’s eyes lit up with excitement.

Then, he asked with a hint of doubt, “But haven’t there been rumors that cultivators who tried to enter the Sword Palace were eliminated? Do you have a way to enter, Master?”

“I don’t, but you can,” the old man replied.

Sensing Ye Yu’s confusion, he continued, “The Qianyuan Sect is renowned for its swordsmanship. The Qianyuan Sect’s young master naturally possesses extraordinary sword talent. I don’t know much about the Jade Pool Holy Land, but their Holy Maiden likely also has exceptional sword talent.”

“Are you saying…?” Ye Yu seemed to have realized something, but he wasn’t sure.

“The Sword Palace is choosing its master,” the old man said with certainty.

“The reason for its emergence is still unknown, but the Sword Palace declined because no one could wield the Bronze Ancient Sword left behind by the Sword Emperor. Those who can enter the Sword Palace unharmed all possess exceptional sword talent.”

“There’s only one explanation…”

Ye Yu’s eyes gradually brightened. “The Bronze Ancient Sword within the Sword Palace is searching for a worthy wielder?”

Divine artifacts possessed spirits, especially the Bronze Ancient Sword that had accompanied the Sword Emperor for so long.

After slumbering for tens of thousands of years, the sword hadn’t found a suitable master. Its emergence this time was likely because it had sensed a worthy candidate.

After all, this was a golden age, filled with talented individuals. It wasn’t surprising that someone might be worthy of the Sword Palace’s recognition.

“With my sword talent, the Bronze Ancient Sword will be mine!” Ye Yu’s eyes burned with determination.

If he gained the Sword Palace’s recognition, his strength would skyrocket… The power of an ancestral artifact was far beyond imagination.

And then, at the Ascension Ceremony, he would defeat everyone – Mu Zhi’an, Bai Ruoxi, and even the so-called geniuses from the Southern Wilderness and the Western Regions – with that sword!

“Master, I want to set off for the Sword Palace today,” Ye Yu said.

“That’s for the best,” the old man replied.

Meanwhile, the Southern Wilderness’s Third Elder, his hands clasped behind his back, looked at the handsome young man before him and said slowly, “Nigati, Miss Regina spoke to me about your behavior after the pill refining competition. Don’t bring it up again. She has her reasons.”

Nigati’s eyes held a hint of resentment. “Didn’t she explain her reasons?”

To side with a cultivator from the Eastern Realm and disregard his feelings… It was hard to swallow his anger without a proper explanation.

The Third Elder looked at him meaningfully. “She didn’t, but I trust her judgment.”

Regina’s constitution was unique, and she had made a deal with Mu Zhi’an. After the Ascension Ceremony, her constitution would be perfected. This matter was of great importance and couldn’t be revealed to others.

However, Nigati was clearly dissatisfied. He looked up at the Third Elder. “Isn’t that unfair to me, Elder?!”

The Third Elder snorted. “If you want to know why she sided with Mu Zhi’an, go ask her yourself. I won’t stop you.”

Nigati’s eyes flashed with anger, but he could only punch the wall behind him in frustration.

It couldn’t be helped. Regina’s bloodline had a suppressive effect on Southern Wilderness cultivators at the same level. They could only feel awe and respect in her presence, unable to resist.

“I inquired about that Mu Zhi’an yesterday. He’s a smooth talker who deceives women with sweet words. I hope the Holy Maiden hasn’t been completely charmed by him and forgotten our purpose,” Nigati muttered, trying to convince himself.

“I have everything under control,” the Third Elder said with a chuckle.

Regina might appear gentle and fragile on the surface, but she was actually incredibly proud. What could a mere third-grade Core Formation cultivator possibly offer to attract her?

However, they still needed to be cautious.

After all, her constitution was particularly effective against Southern Wilderness cultivators. If Mu Zhi’an truly won her over, even the Three Pillar Deities wouldn’t be able to sit still.

Besides, there was another matter that concerned him…

The Third Elder looked towards the Sword Palace, worry in his cloudy eyes.

The emergence of the Sword Palace in the Eastern Realm… If someone obtained the ancestral artifact within, it would disrupt the Ascension Ceremony.

He could only hope that no one would gain the Sword Palace’s recognition…

The Third Elder sighed softly and withdrew his gaze.

…

Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

“Aaa~~!”

Ling Long’s mournful and beautiful singing voice echoed through the courtyard, like a siren’s call, seemingly complaining about Mu Zhi’an’s negligence in not bringing her breakfast.

Knock knock.

Mu Zhi’an, holding a tray in one hand, knocked on Ling Long’s door.

Inside the room, Lin Ling was lying on the table, her bare feet dangling in the air. She turned her head slightly, her red eyes fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

Or rather, on the meat buns in his hand.

Only after he placed the buns before her did she take one and silently took a bite.

“Sister Lin Ling, I might be leaving the Garden of Heavenly Harmony for two days. You’ll have to forage for your own food during that time,” Mu Zhi’an said, stroking her smooth silver hair.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be shocked. Ling Long rarely left her Celestial Realm, and few had even seen her within the Two Polarities Sect. Yet, Mu Zhi’an was treating her like a pet cat, even stroking her hair.

Hearing that he was leaving, Lin Ling looked up, her bright eyes filled with reluctance. “Aaa?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“The Sword Palace has emerged, and Mengrou, Ruoxi, and I are planning to check it out. Ruoxi’s last bronze fragment might be there,” Mu Zhi’an explained.

Actually, Wei Mengrou should have stayed behind, but Mu Zhi’an was worried that something might happen to her due to her bad luck, so he had decided to bring her along.

Lin Ling blinked, her eyes thoughtful.

Then, seeing that he was about to leave, she seemed worried. “Live,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

Her words seemed to hold a magical power, resonating with the Great Dao.

Mu Zhi’an felt a warmth spread through his body. He looked at her and saw her holding up a cardboard sign.

“This will heal you instantly if you’re severely injured. The spell will last for seven days.”

Her words held power… And this was with the limitations imposed by the Heavenly Dao’s energy. He couldn’t imagine how powerful she would be without them.

Mu Zhi’an looked at the adorable silver-haired, red-eyed beauty holding up the sign and sighed inwardly. He expressed his sincere gratitude.

The Sword Palace was outside the Two Polarities Sect, and ordinary cultivators couldn’t approach it. If something happened to them inside, there would be no one to blame.

Lin Ling’s ability was very useful in this situation.

If they were severely injured, they could be instantly healed… It was like having an extra life.

After bidding farewell to Lin Ling, Mu Zhi’an left the room and went to the courtyard.

Wei Mengrou was already waiting for him. Perhaps because of what had happened last night, her gaze was slightly softer today. She wasn’t looking at him with the same disdain as before.

This made Mu Zhi’an both happy and regretful.

He was happy that their relationship had improved, but he also missed being looked at with disdain by his maid.

“Where’s Ruoxi?” Mu Zhi’an greeted her.

“Over there.” Wei Mengrou raised her chin, gesturing towards the beautiful woman in the white palace dress sitting in the courtyard.

Then, she couldn’t help but glance at him and say, “Be careful this time. The Sword Palace is not only dangerous, but the cultivators within might not be friendly.”

“I know,” Mu Zhi’an said with a gentle smile.

“But we’re just going to observe and see what happens. The rest has nothing to do with us,” he continued.

“Observe and see what happens…?” Wei Mengrou, who was unaware of his plans, looked at him with confusion.

Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “The cultivators outside think the Sword Palace is choosing its master.”

“But it has already chosen its master.”

Chapter 240: Mu Zhi’an: All for the Empress!

Night fell, and a quietude settled over the Two Polarities Sect.

Cultivators at the Core Formation Realm didn’t need much rest, but most chose to meditate and cultivate during this time.

Not far from the southern bank, within a Celestial Realm, Regina sat in a chair in her study, leisurely reading a book.

An elder silently appeared behind her.

Regina crossed her legs, her chin resting on her hand. She glanced at the elder from the corner of her eye.

“I know what you want to say, but I have my own plans.”

“Nigati is confused by your actions today, Miss,” the elder said slowly.

“So?” The frail-looking young lady pursed her alluring lips. “Did you come to see me because of Nigati?”

The elder shook his head slowly. “I just want to know why you sided with Mu Zhi’an today, Miss.”

The Southern Wilderness had sent Nigati and Regina because they were confident in their abilities.

But now, even before the Ascension Ceremony had begun, the two had clashed because of an outsider, which naturallyo worried the elder.

Three Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs… they might not even find ten of them in the entire Nine Realms. The Southern Wilderness was determined to obtain them.

It had only been a few days since they arrived at the Two Polarities Sect, and this had already happened. It was no wonder the elder was concerned.

He looked at Regina’s clear silver eyes and said, “I know you have your own thoughts, Miss, and your past decisions in the Southern Wilderness have been flawless. However, you understand the importance of the three Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs.”

“I know.”

Regina smiled gently and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her pinky finger.

It was an elegant gesture, especially on her.

“However, Mu Zhi’an’s importance is currently my top priority,” she continued.

“Why—”

The elder was about to ask, but he heard Regina murmur something.

He was stunned, then his eyes widened with joy. “Is that true, Holy Maiden?!”

Every generation of Southern Wilderness Holy Maidens possessed the Soul Reading constitution, which came with a debilitating side effect before reaching the Dao Integration Realm. Even the Southern Wilderness’s Three Pillar Deities couldn’t solve this problem. Even if they gave Regina all the Imperial-Grade Medicinal Herbs in the Southern Wilderness, this weakness would persist.

Despite this weakness, Regina remained undefeated among her peers, surpassing all other geniuses. She was their last hope of breaking the laws of heaven and earth and reaching the Soul Transformation Realm.

If what she said was true, and Mu Zhi’an could truly perfect her Soul Reading constitution, once she reached the Dao Integration Realm, her power might surpass even the current Three Pillar Deities.

The elder took a deep breath and said, “I understand. I’ll explain the situation to Nigati.”

He paused, then continued, “Did Mu Zhi’an mention when he’ll make the exchange with you?”

“And… how will the exchange take place?”

Regina had only mentioned that Mu Zhi’an could help her perfect her constitution, but she hadn’t revealed that he possessed the Innate Celestial Furnace.

“After the Ascension Ceremony,” Regina replied.

The elder frowned, understanding Mu Zhi’an’s intentions.

But his timing was reasonable.

“However, matters of the heart aren’t always within our control.”

A faint smile curved Regina’s lips.

The Innate Celestial Furnace… No wonder the Two Polarities Sect’s Sect Master had so readily agreed to the wager.

With Mu Zhi’an around, his Dao Companions’ strength was likely far beyond what most people imagined.

“I’ll find time to contact him again in the next few days,” Regina said, setting down her book.

If possible, the best course of action would be to bring him back to the Southern Wilderness after the Ascension Ceremony and keep him by her side.

The elder nodded slightly, then suddenly said, “By the way, Miss, the tremors in the Eastern Realm this morning were apparently caused by the emergence of the Sword Palace.”

“The Sword Palace?”

Regina frowned slightly. “…What a coincidence.”

…

Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Night had fallen. Mu Zhi’an sat in his room, sipping tea as he observed his maid with a satisfied smile.

Seemingly uncomfortable under his gaze, Wei Mengrou’s usually aloof face was flushed. She unconsciously tugged at her skirt, her cold eyes filled with disdain as she glared at her young master.

“Have you seen enough?”

Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “We’ve just started. How could I have seen enough?”

He couldn’t help but admire her, thinking: Stockings are truly one of the greatest inventions in the world.

Under Mu Zhi’an’s instructions, Wei Mengrou had changed into a different outfit. A beautiful yellow jacket with intricate patterns accentuated her figure, while her long, slender legs were clad in black and white stockings, perfectly complementing her skirt.

Despite the contrasting colors, the stockings looked surprisingly harmonious, adding to her alluring charm.

“This is your bet?” Wei Mengrou asked coldly.

Mu Zhi’an nodded, glancing at the rustling leaves outside the window.

“The weather is getting colder. I’m doing this for your own good, Mengrou.”

Wei Mengrou clearly didn’t believe him and simply rolled her eyes.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Mengrou?” Mu Zhi’an set down his teacup, enjoying her flustered appearance. “These are Nirvana Silk stockings. I just wanted to see how they look on you. You’re misunderstanding me.”

Wei Mengrou took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to suppress her embarrassment.

She looked at him and asked, “Then what?”

“What else do you want me to do?”

Although she was Mu Zhi’an’s maid, she was still proud. She wouldn’t go back on her word after losing the bet.

However… his lingering gaze made her uncomfortable.

She had always been a shadow, silently protecting him. Back when he was still spoiled playboy, she had barely spoken to him. Being alone with him in a room like this… was a first.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t answer. He took a sip of tea and continued to admire her.

Perhaps due to his persistent staring, a faint blush appeared on Wei Mengrou’s beautiful face. Her thin yellow dress clung to her curves. She turned her head slightly, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbone in the candlelight.

The stockings accentuated her long legs, making them even more alluring.

It’s a shame this era doesn’t have high heels. Otherwise, it would be a perfect kill… Mu Zhi’an thought with a hint of regret.

Perhaps he could design them himself and have someone make them… This thought excited him.

Wei Mengrou opened her mouth slightly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

She had always been a bystander, watching her young master flirt with other girls. She had always enjoyed the show.

But now that she was the one in the spotlight, she didn’t know what to do.

I shouldn’t have agreed to this bet… Wei Mengrou suddenly regretted her decision.

She knew Mu Zhi’an wouldn’t have proposed the bet if he wasn’t confident in winning.

But his words had piqued her interest at the time.

“Don’t be in such a hurry. You’re not going to rest anyway, so why not have some tea and chat with me?” Mu Zhi’an gestured towards the chair beside him.

Normally, she would have simply rolled her eyes and left the room.

But the bet wasn’t over yet. She suppressed her embarrassment and said as calmly as possible, “What else do you need?”

“Pour me some tea first,” Mu Zhi’an said, tapping his fingers on the table.

After she poured him tea, he asked, “Then what?”

But as soon as he spoke, he realized he was staring at her intently, as if admiring a rare treasure.

Wei Mengrou’s eyes remained cold, but deep within them lay a deep sense of shame.

Sensing her intensified disdain, Mu Zhi’an snapped out of his thoughts. He pondered for a moment, then chuckled. “Next, please serve me tea, Mengrou.”

Wei Mengrou placed the teacup before him, her voice slightly shaky. “P-please have some tea…”

Her gaze held a chilling coldness.

This isn’t good. Mengrou is already like this, and I haven’t even made my real request yet. If I ask her to lift her skirt and step on me with a disgusted expression… she might try to kill me.

Mu Zhi’an felt the air around him turn frigid. He took a sip of tea to calm his nerves.

Then, he set down the teacup and sighed. “That’s enough. You can stop now.”

Wei Mengrou looked down at him from her standing position. “You don’t need me to do anything else?”

“No,” Mu Zhi’an shook his head.

Then, he sighed sincerely. “I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart with you, Mengrou. Just a casual chat.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him. “A casual chat… while I’m wearing these… stockings?”

Her voice trailed off as she remembered the way he had been looking at her. She quickly averted her gaze.

“And why would you choose to chat with me instead of Lady Bai?”

Mu Zhi’an looked at her beautiful profile, then, after a moment of silence, he sighed heavily. “To be honest, back in the Jade Pool, I truly thought I was going to die.”

“At that moment, I thought about everything that had happened in my life and any regrets I might have.”

Wei Mengrou’s eyes flickered. She seemed to be recalling the events at the Jade Pool. Uncharacteristically, she remained silent, listening to him speak.

“I thought about many people, including you, Mengrou,” Mu Zhi’an continued. “My biggest regret was that we never had a proper conversation.”

Wei Mengrou preferred to stay in the shadows, silently protecting her young master. She rarely spoke. Mu Zhi’an had indeed thought about her at that moment.

However, not having a proper conversation with her was only part of the reason for his regret.

The other part was that he never got to see her lift her skirt and glare at him with a flustered expression.

“So I wanted to take this opportunity to have a chat with you, Mengrou. I didn’t have any ulterior motives.” He looked at her flawless profile and said softly, “This bet… I just wanted to use it as an excuse to talk to you. This might be an unpleasant night for you, but for me, it fulfills a regret.”

“If something were to happen to me next time, I could leave without any regrets.”

Wei Mengrou’s eyes flickered. She wanted to turn and look at him, but her complicated emotions held her back.

She maintained her cold and aloof demeanor.

Silence filled the room.

Mu Zhi’an reached out and took her cold, soft hand.

Wei Mengrou instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was surprisingly strong. She couldn’t break free without using her Spiritual Energy.

In the end, she gave up struggling, maintaining her aloof facade.

The terms of his bet were for her to obey his commands like a proper maid, and this action… could be considered part of the bet.

She wasn’t sure.

Mengrou’s feelings for me aren’t that bad after all… Mu Zhi’an thought, observing her pursed lips and her cold but unresisting demeanor.

He didn’t push his luck and make any further requests. He simply held her hand and kissed the back of it.

Feeling the warmth of his lips on her skin, Wei Mengrou’s eyes widened slightly. She couldn’t help but turn to look at him.

He looked up at her, a faint smile on his face.

“Goodnight, Mengrou.”

…

After the maid left, Mu Zhi’an sipped his tea alone, sighing with a hint of regret.

He had wanted to do something more… romantic with Mengrou tonight, but in the end, reason had prevailed over impulse.

He had to consider the future.

If he asked her to do something more daring while wearing those stockings… she might agree out of extreme embarrassment, but the consequences would be unpredictable.

However, if he could use this opportunity to deepen their bond… perhaps they could enjoy more romantic moments in the future.

One night of pleasure versus a lifetime of pleasure… Mu Zhi’an knew which choice was better.

“I should go meditate with Ruoxi…” he thought, glancing at the sky outside.

Bai Ruoxi’s Heavenly Dao energy could rapidly purify Spiritual Energy and convert it into her own. He could use this to accelerate his cultivation.

As he was about to leave, he noticed a faint green figure outside his window.

Mu Zhi’an walked towards the window. It was a cold winter night, but Yao Meng was still dressed in a thin green dress, her back gracefully curved. As the wind blew, a glimpse of her slender, snow-white legs and delicate jade-like feet was revealed.

She seemed to be floating, her feet not touching the ground. Her fair skin emitted a faint silver glow, like a celestial maiden descending from the moon, exuding an aura of holiness and inviolability.

Sensing his gaze, Yao Meng glanced at him, a faint smile curving her lips.

“Is Qian’er alright?” Mu Zhi’an transmitted his voice.

“She and the Reincarnated Empress are both in seclusion. There’s no problem,” Yao Meng replied through voice transmission.

Then, in the next instant, she silently appeared inside the room.

Teleportation?

Mu Zhi’an was stunned. He looked at the playful smile in her alluring eyes and asked, “Has your Spiritual Energy fully recovered?”

Yao Meng shook her head slowly. “It will take some more time.”

To avoid affecting the Eastern Realm’s life force, she hadn’t chosen to directly convert the region’s Spiritual Energy and life force into her own. Instead, she was using a gentler method to absorb energy.

And this gentler method… required someone else to ‘suffer’.

Silence filled the room. Yao Meng stood before him, her long hair cascading down to her calves, making her skin appear even fairer. Beneath her thin green dress, a hint of her skin’s luster was visible.

Even inside the room, her feet weren’t touching the ground. Although she was right before him, she seemed impossibly distant.

Mu Zhi’an stepped forward and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, gazing into her beautiful green eyes.

“My Innate Celestial Furnace has almost recovered. Let me help you, Empress.”

Yao Meng tilted her head slightly, her eyes smiling. Her melodious voice reached his ears, “Aren’t you afraid of being discovered by your little girlfriend?”

Her voice alone was enough to make his heart race, tempting him to see her blush in bed.

“Ruoxi will understand. Everything is for you, Empress, and for the prosperity of the Eastern Realm,” Mu Zhi’an said righteously.

Then, he scooped her up in his arms, ignoring her cold yet alluring gaze, and walked towards the bed.

Time for bed!

Chapter 239: The Maid’s Punishment Game

Afternoon.

The winter sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that danced on the ground as the wind rustled the branches.

Mu Zhi’an sat in the pavilion, sipping tea while fiddling with the bronze fragment on Bai Ruoxi’s chest, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Bai Ruoxi, dressed in a white palace dress, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, lowered her gaze shyly. “H-have you played enough?” she murmured, her hand fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“I wasn’t playing. I was just observing the bronze fragment,” Mu Zhi’an corrected her.

He continued to fiddle with the fragment. The two pieces had merged into one, forming the image of a sword.

It has a hilt and a blade. The only thing missing is the middle part of the blade… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

“It seems there are only three fragments… Perhaps the last one is in the Sword Palace?” he guessed, stealing another glance at Bai Ruoxi’s ample bosom.

He had to admit, sometimes, a glimpse of what’s hidden was more alluring than full exposure.

“The Sword Palace? Are you talking about the rumors that surfaced today, Mu Lang?” Bai Ruoxi finally managed to suppress her shyness, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with a hint of confusion.

A tremor had shaken the Eastern Realm that morning, shortly after Bai Ruoxi had merged the two bronze fragments.

Initially, Mu Zhi’an and the others thought it was just an ordinary earthquake. However, that afternoon, news from the outside world reached the sect.

A celestial palace from ancient times had been discovered about a hundred miles from the Xuanyin Temple in the southern part of the Eastern Realm.

It was a palace suspended in mid-air, its surface adorned with glowing swords. After comparing it with illustrations in ancient texts, it was confirmed to be the Sword Palace.

Shortly after, several Core Formation cultivators attempted to enter and explore, hoping to obtain the inheritances and treasures left behind, but they were swiftly eliminated by the glowing swords surrounding the palace.

“It’s not just a rumor. The Sword Palace has truly emerged.”

Mu Zhi’an said, stealing another glance at Bai Ruoxi’s alluring cleavage before reluctantly returning the bronze fragment to its original position.

He couldn’t resist enjoying the warmth of her bosom one last time.

“Stop it, let’s talk about serious matters!” Bai Ruoxi swatted his hand away playfully, her face flushed. She glared at him, her eyes filled with shyness.

Then, she glanced at Wei Mengrou, only to find that the maid had silently averted her gaze, as if adhering to the principle of ‘see no evil’. However, the disdain in her eyes when she occasionally glanced at Mu Zhi’an was even more pronounced than before.

Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “We’ve been working hard day and night. We need to relax sometimes.”

Of course, he knew when to stop. He quickly regained his composure and continued speaking after Wei Mengrou poured him tea, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of disapproval and amusement.

“I just met with Peak Master Yan, and she told me about the Sword Palace.”

“The Bronze Sword you used before might be the ancestral artifact of the Sword Palace’s master.”

After the tremors that morning, Mu Zhi’an had visited Shaoyue Courtyard and sought out the knowledgeable Yan Ruyu. She had confirmed his suspicions.

There was definitely a connection between the bronze fragment on Bai Ruoxi’s chest and the Sword Palace.

The tremors that occurred after Bai Ruoxi merged the two fragments were likely a reaction from the Sword Palace, causing it to reappear in the world.

Most cultivators in the Eastern Realm were familiar with the ‘Sword Palace’. There were many records of it in ancient texts.

The reason for its fame was a Dao Integration Sword Emperor who had emerged from the Sword Palace in the past.

This Sword Emperor was renowned throughout the Nine Realms for his swordsmanship. It was said that the sword he initially used was just an ordinary long sword from his childhood, essentially a blank slate.

However, after thousands of years of nurturing, when the Sword Emperor achieved supreme enlightenment, the sword developed an ‘Artifact Spirit’. Later, after he established the Sword Palace, the sword became the sect’s ancestral artifact.

However, unlike most Primordial Clans, no one in the Sword Palace could inherit the sword, even after the Sword Emperor’s death.

This was the reason for the Sword Palace’s decline.

Although ancestral artifacts weren’t strictly categorized into ranks, there were still differences between them.

Not all ancestral artifacts were left behind by Dao Integration cultivators. Some Primordial Clans had ancestors who were peak Soul Transformation cultivators. Before their deaths, they would nurture their weapons with their own energy, and upon their demise, the weapons would develop Artifact Spirits, becoming ancestral artifacts.

However, they were still inferior to ancestral artifacts left behind by Dao Integration cultivators.

Despite the difference, in a battle between two cultivators of the same level, the one with an ancestral artifact would undoubtedly win. Moreover, the requirements for using a Soul Transformation ancestral artifact weren’t as strict. As long as a descendant possessed the bloodline, they could resonate with it.

However, whether one could resonate with a Dao Integration ancestral artifact depended on their luck and fate.

The once-glorious Sword Palace had declined because no one could inherit the sword left behind by the Sword Emperor.

“Didn’t many cultivators try to enter the Sword Palace today, only to be eliminated?” Bai Ruoxi asked worriedly. “Even if the third bronze fragment is truly within the Sword Palace, Mu Lang, it will be difficult for us to enter.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled faintly. “Everything has its reason. Since the Sword Palace has appeared now, there must be a way to enter it.”

“Do you know how to enter the Sword Palace, Mu Lang?” Bai Ruoxi tilted her head slightly, her eyes curious.

“I’ve never been to the Sword Palace, so naturally, I don’t know how to enter it.”

Mu Zhi’an paused, then continued, “However, someone else might know.”

No one knew what the Sword Palace looked like inside. The only certainty was that anyone who tried to approach it would be eliminated by the glowing blades surrounding it.

But if Bai Ruoxi’s two bronze fragments had truly triggered a reaction from the Sword Palace, could she enter it?

Of course, this was just a guess. Mu Zhi’an couldn’t be sure, and he didn’t want to take such a risk.

…At least, not without proper precautions.

“Who are you talking about, Mu Lang…?” Bai Ruoxi asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “We’re both at the Core Formation Realm. We haven’t experienced many things and don’t know how to enter the Sword Palace. But someone around us might know.”

Then, he asked silently in his mind, “Empress, do you know about the Sword Palace?”

He didn’t know if the Jade Empress was absorbing Spiritual Energy within his Innate Celestial Furnace or if she was asleep… However, she couldn’t possibly be unaware of the commotion that had just occurred in the Eastern Realm.

Even if she was sleeping, the Sword Palace’s emergence should have woken her up.

As he expected, after a moment, the Jade Empress’s voice echoed in his mind, “The Sword Palace was once a top force in the Eastern Realm, comparable to the Forbidden Zone. However, after its master’s death, its former glory gradually faded.”

Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat. He asked, “Do you know how to enter the Sword Palace, Empress?”

“I’ve never been to the Sword Palace. It was like the Forbidden Zone in the past; few outsiders could enter,” the Jade Empress replied, her voice like a celestial melody.

“However, Sword Palace disciples wouldn’t be attacked by the 108 glowing swords surrounding it.”

Mu Zhi’an shook his head slightly. “There shouldn’t be any Sword Palace disciples left now, right?”

It would be strange if there were still Sword Palace disciples alive after all this time.

After all, even the Sword Palace’s master had perished. What about the other disciples?

“Speaking of which, Empress, do you know anything about the bronze fragments on Ruoxi and Mengrou’s chests?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly remembered.

This time, the Jade Empress didn’t answer. After a moment, a graceful figure in a green dress silently appeared in the pavilion.

Although her dress covered most of her skin, the ribbon cinched around her waist accentuated her curves, highlighting her ample bosom and creating an alluring silhouette.

Bai Ruoxi, surprised by the Empress’s sudden appearance, greeted her softly, “Senior Jade Empress.”

The Jade Empress looked at her with a gentle gaze. “There’s no need to be so formal between us. Just call me by my name.”

Then, she glanced at Mu Zhi’an meaningfully.

He noticed her gaze but pretended to be oblivious.

The ‘fish’ in his pond needed time to develop their feelings. Bai Ruoxi didn’t know about his relationship with the Jade Empress yet.

However, a clever woman like Bai Ruoxi couldn’t possibly be completely unaware. She was just choosing not to acknowledge it.

But Yao Meng’s words seemed to be hinting at breaking down that wall.

“Senior Jade Empress, I’ve always admired you for suppressing the Primordial Demon Emperor for the Eastern Realm. It would be difficult for me to treat you as an equal so suddenly,” Bai Ruoxi said apologetically.

“You won’t blame me, will you, Senior Jade Empress?”

Yao Meng smiled. “Of course not.”

“Besides, I feel somewhat guilty towards you.”

“Guilty towards me…?” Bai Ruoxi tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with confusion.

This topic can’t continue… Mu Zhi’an quickly changed the subject. “Empress, about the bronze fragment…”

He glanced at Yao Meng tentatively.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding his thoughts, but she didn’t expose him. She simply smiled at him.

“Let me take a look first.”

She looked at the bronze fragment on Bai Ruoxi’s chest.

Previously, Bai Ruoxi’s pendant had only contained one fragment. Now, the two fragments had merged, and the pattern was taking shape.

After observing it for a moment, Yao Meng gently caressed the pendant with her slender fingers. “This is indeed the pattern of the Sword Palace’s ancestral artifact.”

This trade with Regina was truly a steal… Mu Zhi’an asked, “You said earlier that anyone who isn’t a Sword Palace disciple would be attacked upon entering. What about Ruoxi?”

“Since she can resonate with the Sword Palace’s ancestral artifact, the palace shouldn’t hinder her entry,” Yao Meng replied.

She paused, then continued, “However, it’s been a long time since the Sword Palace disappeared. No one knows if anything has changed.”

“If you truly want to explore it, take these two jade slips with you.”

She took out two jade slips from her sleeve and handed them to Mu Zhi’an.

“Crush this jade slip, and it will help you escape in a critical moment.”

Clinging to Yao Meng’s thigh was the right choice… Mu Zhi’an said respectfully, “Thank you, Empress.”

He couldn’t help but steal another glance at her, catching her eye. Her usually unattainable holy aura was now tinged with a hint of alluring charm, a perfect blend of purity and seduction.

She smiled faintly.

“You’ll have a chance to thank me later.”

Then, she left the Garden of Heavenly Harmony and headed towards Ye Qian’s courtyard.

Ye Qian’s inheritance had just begun, and there couldn’t be any mistakes during this period. Naturally, Yao Meng visited Ye Qian’s courtyard every day to check on her progress.

Mu Zhi’an watched Yao Meng leave, then turned his head, only to meet Bai Ruoxi’s intense gaze.

He pretended nothing had happened. “W-what’s wrong, Ruoxi?”

Bai Ruoxi quickly regained her usual gentle smile. “It’s nothing. I was just wondering when we should go to the Sword Palace.”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment. “Let’s observe the situation for now.”

There were still too many uncertainties surrounding the Sword Palace. Many cultivators were eyeing the inheritances and treasures within, but no one had managed to break through the formations surrounding it. Going there rashly would only waste the jade slip Yao Meng had given them.

Bai Ruoxi nodded slightly. “I’ll listen to you.”

They chatted for a while longer in the pavilion, then Mu Zhi’an personally escorted Bai Ruoxi back to her room to meditate, taking the opportunity to enjoy the warmth of her bosom once more before she began her cultivation.

After some time, Mu Zhi’an emerged from the room, feeling refreshed.

It was already dusk. As he left the room, he felt a gaze filled with disdain upon him. He turned and saw his maid, her ample bosom straining against the fabric of her yellow dress, holding an empty plate.

She had clearly just finished feeding Ling Long and happened to pass by, hearing the sounds coming from his room. After realizing what had transpired inside, she was now looking at him with an expression of utter disgust, as if he were a bug.

However, instead of feeling intimidated, Mu Zhi’an felt a strange sense of pleasure.

“Mengrou, just finished feeding Lin Ling… I mean, delivering her food?” he asked with a smile.

Wei Mengrou grunted in response, not bothering to look at him, and headed towards the kitchen.

“By the way, Mengrou, do you remember our bet?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly asked.

Wei Mengrou’s body stiffened slightly, her usually aloof demeanor replaced by a hint of unease.

She glanced at him and asked as calmly as possible, “Have you decided on the terms of the bet?”

“J-just to be clear, I won’t agree to anything that crosses the line.”

She’s panicking… Mu Zhi’an chuckled and nodded. “I know, I know. I understand you well, Mengrou. I won’t ask you to do anything too outrageous.”

“Come to my room after you’ve taken the dishes to the kitchen.”

Under her disdainful and slightly anxious gaze, Mu Zhi’an smiled gently.

“I’ve decided on the bet.”