Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 163: The Mysterious Fairy

Not far from the Pilgrimage Palace stood an elegant pavilion suspended in the air.

Yan Ruyu sat within, observing the disciples who had been swiftly “escorted” out of the Dongtian.

They stood in the plaza, their faces etched with bewilderment, clearly not expecting to be eliminated so quickly.

Beside her sat Ying Guhuan, the rarely seen Peak Master of Boundless Sea Peak.

Yu Ziyan, the Peak Master of Dao Peak, and Yu Xuanji, the Peak Master of the Peak of Celestial Secrets, were also present.

Outsiders might assume they had gathered due to the tremors at the Pilgrimage Palace, but they were actually here to observe Mu Zhi’an’s Core Formation tribulation.

As for the Dongtian that had appeared… the Enforcement Hall had informed them that the matter was under control and that the Sect Master had a plan.

Since the Sect Master had spoken, they saw no need to prevent the disciples from entering the mysterious Dongtian.

“Mu Zhi’an is quite strange. The other disciples have all been expelled, but he and Ye Qian have been inside for a while now. Why haven’t they come out?” Yu Xuanji mused, sipping her tea as she watched the Pilgrimage Palace.

“According to Junior Sister Lan, Mu Zhi’an might not possess great destiny, but his destiny is… unique,” Yu Ziyan said with a smile. “His destiny is pink.”

“I’ve heard about it. It’s quite fascinating… pink destiny. I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Ying Guhuan remarked, her gaze fixed on the bronze gate. “Is that what attracted Senior Ling Long to him?”

Yan Ruyu remained silent, her gaze fixed on the Dongtian, her expression as aloof and composed as ever.

“You’re awfully quiet, Junior Sister. Are you already preparing to cast your net and reel in your fish?” Yu Ziyan asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Her meaning was clear.

Yan Ruyu frowned slightly. “You jest, Senior Sister. I took him on as an inner disciple because I admired his character and talent. I have no ulterior motives.”

Liar!

Though no one spoke, the other three Peak Masters shared the same thought as they glanced at Yan Ruyu, her voluptuous figure accentuated by her loose black robe.

“If you’re not interested in him, Junior Sister, why don’t you let me have him? I’ll provide him with the same resources as an inner disciple of Dao Peak,” Yu Ziyan offered, her smile captivating.

Yan Ruyu shook her head. “He wouldn’t be granted the status of an inner disciple at Dao Peak. It’s best for him to remain at the Book Pavilion.”

“After all, he’s a valuable disciple.”

“Since you’re so fond of him, Junior Sister Yan, I won’t try to steal him,” Ying Guhuan said, sipping her tea as she studied Yan Ruyu’s beautiful profile. “However, I would like to speak with him later. Would you please refrain from interfering?”

“You jest, Peak Master Ying. Mu Zhi’an is free to make his own choices. I won’t interfere,” Yan Ruyu replied calmly.

She paused, then added, “However, I also have some matters to discuss with him. Now that he’s reached the Core Formation Realm, there are certain things he needs to know.”

Yu Ziyan chuckled. “You wouldn’t badmouth me to him just because of our past disagreements, would you, Junior Sister?”

“Unlike you, Senior Sister, I’m not that petty,” Yan Ruyu replied coldly.

“Then let’s allow young Mu to decide which peak he’d like to visit first,” Yu Xuanji suggested, her beautiful face a blend of elegance and alluring charm.

Yan Ruyu glanced at the bronze gate.

“Alright.”

“Let him decide.”

…

Mu Zhi’an, unaware that he, the “fish farmer,” was now the target of the “Great White Sharks,” walked through the eerie Dongtian with Ye Qian.

“This place feels… creepy,” he muttered.

They had received a teleportation jade slip from An Lingyue, the eldest Senior Sister of Boundless Sea Peak, and had entered the ancient Dongtian with the other disciples.

Unlike Ling Long’s Dongtian, this one was filled with a chilling aura that sent shivers down his spine.

He glanced at the disciples ahead, who had formed into small groups, venturing deeper into the Dongtian.

He spotted several familiar figures, the most prominent being An Lingyue.

She was dressed elegantly, her graceful demeanor drawing attention as she chatted with the other disciples.

Those curves… she’s quite… generous.

Ye Yu, clad in black robes, was walking nearby with another female disciple.

However, Mu Zhi’an wasn’t particularly interested in women at the moment, so he simply gave An Lingyue a quick once-over, his gaze lingering on her swaying hips before moving on.

He felt a cold glare from beside him, but he ignored it, transmitting his voice to Ye Qian. “Can you hear the voice now, Qian’er?”

“You’re such a flirt, Brother Mu,” she grumbled.

Seeing him with Ye Lingxuan was one thing, but seeing him ogling other women wasn’t exactly thrilling.

She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on trying to pinpoint the source of the female voice that had called to her.

He didn’t disturb her, simply holding her hand as they followed the other disciples.

Soon, they reached nine bottomless caves, each entrance carved with an ancient dragon, each unique and realistic.

An Lingyue turned to the disciples, her smile warm and reassuring. “Remember what I said. If you encounter any danger, simply crush the jade slip in your hand, and you’ll be transported out of here.”

He glanced at the jade slip, sensing a complex formation within. It was likely the work of a Peak Master.

If he recalled correctly, Yu Xuanji, the Peak Master of the Peak of Celestial Secrets, was the most skilled in formations.

My Hundred Birds Chain Formation has hit a bottleneck. Perhaps I should ask her for guidance… He thought, his gaze lingering on the elegant Senior Sister.

The disciples discussed amongst themselves, then chose their respective caves.

Mu Zhi’an wasn’t in a hurry. He waited for Ye Qian’s guidance.

The woman within the Dongtian had summoned Qian’er. Surely, she wouldn’t remain silent now that they were here.

As the disciples entered the caves, the once bustling Dongtian fell silent.

An Lingyue approached them, her eyes sparkling. “If you’re unsure which cave to choose, you’re welcome to join me,” she offered with a smile.

He was surprised, studying her for a moment before bowing respectfully. “Thank you for the offer, Senior Sister, but I’d like to consider my options carefully.”

Ye Yu had entered the sixth cave. If Qian’er didn’t hear the voice, they could follow him… After all, he had the blessings of destiny. His luck wouldn’t be too bad.

“How ungrateful,” a cold voice sneered from behind An Lingyue.

Mu Zhi’an turned to see a young man he had met once before during his visit to Boundless Sea Peak.

It was Song Ziyang, a disciple who had joined Boundless Sea Peak during the previous sect examination. He had pursued Bai Ruoxi for a while, but she had ignored him.

So he’s a sore loser… Mu Zhi’an ignored him, turning back to An Lingyue with a troubled expression. “It seems not everyone in your group welcomes us, Senior Sister. Perhaps Qian’er and I should wait a while longer.”

An Lingyue frowned, then nodded. “If you encounter any danger, remember to crush the jade slip.”

“Thank you for the reminder, Senior Sister,” he replied sincerely.

She smiled faintly, then led the other disciples towards a cave.

She was slightly disappointed. She was fond of Bai Ruoxi, and she naturally wanted to extend her goodwill to her friend’s Dao Companion.

Besides, Mu Zhi’an’s sincerity and pleasant demeanor made him likeable.

However, there was nothing she could do if he didn’t want to join them.

“Ziyi, can you divine which cave is the most auspicious?” she asked, turning to the girl beside her.

Song Ziyi, a disciple of the Peak of Celestial Secrets, closed her eyes, her expression focused.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, her brow furrowed. She stared at the ninth cave, her voice filled with apprehension. “The ninth cave signifies great misfortune. The others seem… relatively safe.”

The Peak of Celestial Secrets’ “Dao” is quite interesting. They can predict danger and avoid it… He thought, impressed.

Once the disciples had all entered the caves, he turned to Ye Qian, who was listening intently with her eyes closed.

After a while, she opened her eyes. “Did you hear it, Qian’er?” he asked.

She nodded slowly. “Yes.”

She pointed at the ninth cave. “The voice is coming from there.”

“From the cave that signifies great misfortune?” he asked, surprised.

Was Song Ziyi’s divination inaccurate, or was there something wrong with the voice Qian’er was hearing…?

He decided to trust Qian’er.

“Let’s go then. If we encounter any danger, we can use the jade slips to escape.”

Each group seemed to have a disciple from the Peak of Celestial Secrets, and they had all sensed the danger emanating from the ninth cave. As a result, it was practically deserted.

He entered the cave with Ye Qian, following a narrow path. They emerged into a tranquil courtyard.

Exotic trees and herbs, their names unknown to him, grew in an intricate pattern. A gentle stream flowed nearby, its soothing sound filling the air.

“This doesn’t look like a place of great misfortune…” he muttered, his guard still up.

“She’s here! I can hear her voice!” Qian’er exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she stared towards the inner courtyard.

Why can’t I hear anything…? He glanced at her, puzzled, then nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”

They ventured deeper into the courtyard, the atmosphere growing even more serene. A pavilion stood by a lake, shrouded in mist.

He suddenly heard the sound of a guqin, its melody ethereal and captivating.

The music was coming from the pavilion!

He peered through the mist and saw a figure in a green dress playing the guqin. Her figure was graceful and ethereal, her beauty enhanced by the veil of mist.

He walked towards the pavilion, holding Qian’er’s hand tightly.

Getting separated in this misty environment would be troublesome.

The music grew louder as they approached. He spotted a few disciples scattered around the pavilion.

They had clearly chosen to venture alone, stumbling upon this place by chance.

The pavilion, a vision of jade and gold, shimmered through the mist, the green-clad figure becoming clearer.

Her fingers danced across the strings, and he felt a jolt, his gaze fixed on her. The music seemed to seep into his mind, conjuring images of a vast battlefield, his thoughts drifting away.

Something’s not right… He bit his tongue, the sharp pain snapping him out of his trance.

Her music was enchanting, capable of manipulating emotions!

He tore his gaze away from her alluring figure, finally breaking free of the music’s spell.

“It’s her, Brother Mu!” Qian’er exclaimed.

He looked up.

The music stopped abruptly, leaving him wanting more.

The woman in the green dress raised her eyes, her gaze meeting his. She was like a celestial being from the Moon Palace, beautiful and distant, ethereal and untouchable.

She stared at them silently.

Chapter 162: A Third Protagonist?!

“I thought the Peak Masters were the Great White Sharks in my pond, but now it seems they consider me the fish…” Mu Zhi’an thought, noticing their intense gazes.

A thunderous roar snapped him out of his musings.

He pushed those thoughts aside.

His priority was to overcome this tribulation.

Besides, even if the Peak Masters wanted to “harvest” him, they would still prefer him to reach a higher cultivation level, preferably the Nascent Soul Realm.

After all, the higher his cultivation, the greater the benefits he could offer.

He focused on the task at hand.

…

Two Polarities Peak.

Lan Mulian gazed towards the Pilgrimage Palace, her beautiful eyes reflecting the image of the vast tribulation clouds.

Her expression was calm, but her gaze was thoughtful.

Though she found her junior brother somewhat frivolous, he clearly hadn’t neglected his cultivation.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have reached the Core Formation Realm so quickly.

However…

He’s facing his tribulation at the Pilgrimage Palace… She turned to her Master, who was playing Go against herself. “Master, what exactly is sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace?”

Shang Yanfei studied the board for a moment, then replied, “It’s nothing good.”

Lan Mulian frowned. “Then is it really alright to let the other disciples enter?”

Shang Yanfei raised her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Are you worried about the disciples in general, or a specific disciple?”

Her gaze seemed to see through Lan Mulian’s facade.

The usually aloof Lan Mulian felt strangely exposed under her Master’s scrutiny. “The disciples in general, of course,” she replied after a moment of hesitation.

She quickly changed the subject. “Did you personally seal that… thing, Master?”

Shang Yanfei shook her head. “No.”

Lan Mulian sighed with relief.

If her Master had personally sealed it, it would be a serious problem.

Others might not know the true extent of her Master’s power, but Lan Mulian did.

If even she could only seal it, not eliminate it…

“However, I did set up the formation there,” Shang Yanfei added.

Lan Mulian’s eyes widened. “You set up the formation at the Pilgrimage Palace?”

Shang Yanfei nodded, placing a white Go stone on the board.

She then picked up a black stone, pondered for a moment, and placed it as well.

“Is it a demonic being that’s sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace?” Lan Mulian asked.

“Yes.”

“But I didn’t create the seal. I simply reinforced it,” Shang Yanfei replied with a smile.

“Will the disciples be safe if they enter the Dongtian beneath the Pilgrimage Palace?”

Shang Yanfei shook her head, her gaze fixed on the Pilgrimage Palace. “She’ll protect them,” she said softly.

She…?

Lan Mulian was about to ask, but seeing her Master’s focus on the Go board, she held back.

She looked towards the tribulation clouds gathering above the Pilgrimage Palace.

After what felt like an eternity, the clouds began to dissipate.

It seems he’s reached the Core Formation Realm.

…

As the tribulation clouds receded, Mu Zhi’an looked up at the clear sky, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

Reaching the Core Formation Realm had significantly boosted his strength and enhanced his Innate Celestial Vessel.

The only problem was… he would now have to deal with the Peak Masters’ “advances.”

Ying Guhuan, the Seventh Seat of the Demon Realm, had been upfront about her intentions, openly stating her desire to use him for her cultivation. However, the other Peak Masters maintained a facade of propriety.

They had been showering him with gifts, expressing their “concern” for his well-being, and even offering guidance and advice.

However, neither Yu Ziyan, Yu Xuanji, nor Master Yan had made any explicit propositions.

But their silence didn’t mean they weren’t interested.

They had simply refrained from making a move because he was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Now that he had reached the Core Formation Realm, their restraint might crumble.

They would be worried that someone else would make the first move, so they would inevitably test the waters, hoping to persuade him to contribute to the sect’s prosperity.

And then, the real battle would begin.

However, those were worries for another time. For now, he had reached the Core Formation Realm and discovered his “Dao.”

And it was all thanks to that voice.

He looked at the ancient bronze gate near the altar.

The voice Ye Qian had heard and the voice he had heard were clearly from two different beings.

So why were there two voices within a single Dongtian?

The secret lay behind that bronze gate.

“Brother Mu, are you alright?”

Ye Qian had approached him, her eyes filled with concern.

He shook his head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. I just used up a lot of spiritual energy. I’m not injured.”

“And thanks to the Spirit Replenishing Pills Lingxuan gave me, I had enough energy to use the Lone Star Sword three times.”

He turned to Lingxuan, his gaze softening.

She blushed at his direct praise, but she maintained her composure in front of her sister. “I merely offered a helping hand, Brother Mu. Your success is due to your own abilities,” she said with a smile.

“Your pills might have been a small contribution, but your concern wasn’t,” he transmitted his voice, his gaze intense.

She met his eyes, trying to maintain her usual calm demeanor.

However, she couldn’t withstand his gaze and looked away.

Seeing a usually aloof and elegant girl blush is truly a sight to behold… He thought, admiring her flushed cheeks.

He suddenly felt several cold gazes on him. He looked up and saw the disciples entering the bronze gate staring at him, their expressions disapproving.

Both male and female.

“Sister is very popular within the sect, Brother Mu. Be careful. The disciples might beat you up for teasing her so openly,” Ye Qian whispered, sensing his confusion.

Back in the Ye Family, Lingxuan had been a recluse, so few knew her.

However, within the Two Polarities Sect, her status as an inner disciple, her blossoming figure, and her breathtaking beauty had attracted countless admirers.

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on Lingxuan. “Lingxuan is quite popular, isn’t she?”

“Of course. She’s my sister,” Qian’er replied, her voice filled with pride.

“Stop teasing me. The Peak Masters are watching,” Lingxuan protested, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

They’re probably watching me, not you… He thought, glancing at the Peak Masters hovering in the sky. Their gazes were indeed fixed on him.

He bowed to them, then transmitted his voice. “Thank you for your assistance, Peak Masters. I’ll visit you to express my gratitude after this trip to the Pilgrimage Palace.”

As he had predicted, with so many disciples present, and with the other Peak Masters observing, neither Ying Guhuan nor Yan Ruyu made a move. They simply smiled and nodded.

Besides, he had subtly hinted that he would visit them later.

And then… they could have a “proper” discussion.

He turned back to Ye Lingxuan. “Lingxuan, wait for us outside. I’m taking Qian’er to explore the Dongtian,” he said softly.

She frowned. “Aren’t you taking me, Brother Mu?”

“Qian’er heard a voice from within the Pilgrimage Palace. The opportunity here is likely meant for her. Wait for us outside. We’ll be back in half an hour,” he reassured her.

He sensed a cold gaze and, with his Innate Spiritual Body, immediately identified the source.

Who’s staring at me so rudely…? He looked up and saw Bai Ruoxi standing near the gate, accompanied by Wei Mengrou.

Oh, it’s just Ruoxi. Never mind…

As the thought crossed his mind, Bai Ruoxi began walking towards them.

Lingxuan felt a surge of pressure.

It wasn’t because of Bai Ruoxi’s strength, but because of her… tea-brewing skills.

Honestly, of all the people Lingxuan knew, Bai Ruoxi was the most formidable.

Qian’er also noticed the approaching beauty in the white dress. “Sister Ruoxi,” she said timidly.

Bai Ruoxi smiled and nodded, then turned to Mu Zhi’an, her voice gentle. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Just a bit drained,” he replied with a smile, shaking his head.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“There was such a commotion. Mengrou sensed it was your tribulation and informed me,” she explained.

She glanced at the two sisters, then turned back to him, her voice soft. “Next time you face a tribulation, let me know, so I don’t worry.”

“Alright, my dear?”

Though her voice was soft, the emphasis on the last two words sent shivers down the spines of the two sisters.

It was louder than the thunder from his tribulation.

They knew about his relationship with Bai Ruoxi, and they had heard her address him this way before, but hearing it now… it still hurt.

Qian’er lowered her head, refusing to speak.

Lingxuan’s smile faltered, her mood darkening.

Why did Mengrou bring the fully grown orca here…? Does she want me dead…?

One day, I’ll make her lift her skirt for me, her face filled with shame and humiliation… He glared at Wei Mengrou, a rare smile gracing his lips.

Sensing his gaze, she transmitted her voice, her tone flat. “I simply informed Bai Ruoxi. I had no idea you were on a date with two girls.”

Her message was clear: You deserve it, scumbag!

To the Ye sisters, the Peak Masters weren’t the real threat.

Bai Ruoxi was the true Great White Shark.

She gazed at him, her eyes filled with affection. “My dear, why are you silent? Are you tired?”

She retrieved a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his brow.

The murderous glares from the surrounding disciples snapped him out of his daze.

He took her hand in his, forcing a smile. “Ruoxi, Mengrou, could you please look after Lingxuan? Qian’er seems to have sensed something within the Pilgrimage Palace. I want to take her inside to investigate.”

Whether Bai Ruoxi had evolved into a “Great White Shark” or not, it wasn’t the time to worry about that.

His priority was to nurture the “baby orca”!

Bai Ruoxi raised an eyebrow, studying him for a moment before turning to Ye Lingxuan with a smile. “Lingxuan, why don’t we find a place to sit and rest?”

Lingxuan glanced at her, then nodded hesitantly. “Alright,” she said, forcing a smile.

“I’ll wait here with Sister Bai until Brother Mu and Qian’er return.”

I hope Mengrou can handle this… He watched their “harmonious” interaction, then turned to Ye Qian. “Let’s go, Qian’er.”

“But won’t I cause trouble for you, Brother Mu?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

“Anything for you, Qian’er,” he replied, his voice a sincere whisper.

It wasn’t just for her.

He was also curious about the voice within the Dongtian.

The fact that the Peak Masters hadn’t forbidden the disciples from entering meant they had tacitly approved.

That reassured him somewhat.

Besides, even if there was a risk, it was worth it.

 

Chapter 161: Crap, Am I the Fish in the Pond Now?

Forked lightning illuminated the night sky, crackling through the churning black clouds as a surge of blue electricity converged above the Pilgrimage Palace.

The leaden clouds churned violently, swirling like a whirlpool in a stormy sea.

The disciples, knowing they would be in grave danger if caught in the tribulation, quickly evacuated the area.

Boom!

Another deafening roar shook the ground. Ye Qian and Ye Lingxuan looked up, worry etched on their faces.

Lingxuan retrieved a pill from her storage ring and handed it to Mu Zhi’an. “Be careful, Brother Mu. If you can’t withstand it, consume this pill. It will feign death and allow you to escape the tribulation,” she said, her voice filled with concern.

This little rich girl isn’t an alchemist, but she carries a lot of rare pills… He accepted the pill, grateful for her thoughtfulness.

He watched as Lingxuan and Qian’er left the plaza, then looked up at the six layers of tribulation clouds gathering above him.

Six bolts of lightning!

He had witnessed several Core Formation tribulations before, but he hadn’t expected his own to be on par with Bai Ruoxi’s.

My cultivation speed is slower than Ruoxi’s, yet I’m facing the same tribulation… I’m such an unlucky bastard.

And how did that female voice do it? A single sentence, and I suddenly understood…

He glanced at the silent bronze gate, waiting for the tribulation clouds to fully form.

He wanted to call out to the Ye sisters, boasting about his six bolts of lightning, but there were too many disciples watching. He didn’t want to become the target of their collective wrath.

After all, he was already pushing his luck.

He had the beautiful Bai Ruoxi, a stunning maid, and now he was pursuing two exquisite sisters… Even with his impeccable manners and the backing of the Peak Masters, he was bound to attract envy.

Besides, the oppressive aura of the approaching tribulation left him in no mood for jokes.

Raindrops began to fall, and he looked up at the pouring rain and the six layers of tribulation clouds.

He sat down and began setting up a formation.

A chorus of melodic chirps echoed through the storm as dozens of golden birds, formed from pure spiritual energy, materialized around him, arranging themselves in a circular formation.

The Hundred Birds Chain Formation, a Second-Rank formation!

He hadn’t spent the past few months simply engaging in the “arduous” task of dual cultivation with Bai Ruoxi. He had also diligently studied the Second-Rank formation book Yan Ruyu had given him.

And now, his efforts were bearing fruit.

A deafening roar ripped through the clouds as a thick bolt of blue lightning, resembling a serpentine dragon, struck down.

The Hundred Birds Chain Formation activated, golden threads of energy weaving together to form a protective barrier.

The first bolt of lightning was easily deflected.

This tribulation seems easier than I expected… But I can’t be careless. The later bolts will be much stronger. Ruoxi has a Sword Immortal physique and the protection of the Bronze Sword. I have neither.

He remained focused, reinforcing the formation.

The golden birds chirped, their wings beating furiously as they collided with the descending lightning.

The Hundred Birds Chain Formation dissipated.

“Four more bolts to go…” He took a deep breath, gazing at the gathering storm clouds as the third bolt began to form.

He circulated his spiritual energy, summoning a black single-handed sword.

A faint starlight shimmered on the blade.

“Lone Star Sword!”

Ye Yu, watching from the crowd, couldn’t help but blurt out the name, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

The Lone Star Sword was a Second-Rank technique, and it should have been his… Master had said it was capable of evolving.

But Mu Zhi’an had tricked him, and the technique had ended up in his hands.

Fortunately, Mu Zhi’an didn’t seem to know how to evolve it…

He consoled himself.

And is he insane…? Even at the peak of Foundation Establishment, the Lone Star Sword consumes most of a cultivator’s spiritual energy with a single strike. How does he plan to withstand the remaining three bolts?

“I recall Junior Brother Mu defeating the Third Prince with a single strike from the Lone Star Sword… But the technique’s drawback is significant. Isn’t he worried about running out of spiritual energy?” Xue Ping, the Third Senior Brother of Boundless Sea Peak, remarked, his handsome face creased with concern.

“Junior Sister Bai spoke highly of Mu Zhi’an. He’s not impulsive. I’m sure he has a plan,” An Lingyue, the eldest Senior Sister of Boundless Sea Peak, countered. She was close to Bai Ruoxi and had a favorable impression of the junior brother her talented friend often mentioned.

“He’s quite lucky to have found a Second-Rank technique in the Book Pavilion.”

“He’s handsome too. It’s no wonder so many female disciples are smitten with him.”

“I heard from the other disciples who participated in the Tianxuan City examination that he was only at the Fourth Stage of Foundation Establishment before joining the sect. To think he’s already reached the Core Formation Realm…”

Ye Lingxuan also watched him, her brow furrowing slightly.

For some reason, she sensed that he wasn’t drawing spiritual energy from his own vessel, but from the surrounding environment.

That shouldn’t be possible.

Only those with an Innate Spiritual Body could absorb external spiritual energy so quickly…

Another deafening roar shook the sky as a bolt of lightning struck down.

Mu Zhi’an swung his sword.

A wave of sword Qi, infused with starlight, sliced through the rain, colliding with the lightning.

Ye Qian clutched her sister’s hand, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s back.

Brother Mu had said that the Lone Star Sword consumed most of a cultivator’s spiritual energy with a single strike.

He had already used it once. How would he handle the remaining bolts?

But he’s not usually so reckless…

The third bolt of lightning was shattered, and the oppressive aura of the tribulation intensified.

Normally, overcoming a tribulation wasn’t difficult.

But this wasn’t a normal tribulation.

Mu Zhi’an was facing six bolts of lightning!

From the third bolt onwards, each bolt would be significantly more powerful.

And he had just used the Lone Star Sword, depleting a significant portion of his spiritual energy. It was no wonder Ye Qian was worried.

“Don’t worry. He hasn’t lost much spiritual energy,” Ye Lingxuan said softly.

“His spiritual energy reserves seem… intact. Something’s not right…” Xiao Ze, the Third Senior Brother of Dao Peak, murmured, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

“Indeed. And he hasn’t consumed any pills,” An Lingyue added.

“I recall Junior Sister Lingxuan possesses an Innate Spiritual Body. She’s naturally sensitive to spiritual energy.”

Xiao Ze turned to her. “Junior Sister, do you know what’s going on?”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure.”

She couldn’t very well tell them that Mu Zhi’an might also possess an Innate Spiritual Body.

They probably wouldn’t believe her anyway. And since he had kept it a secret, she wouldn’t betray his trust.

“The Lone Star Sword again!” a disciple exclaimed.

They looked up as the fourth bolt of lightning descended. Mu Zhi’an stood his ground, his black sword raised as he activated the Lone Star Sword once more.

This time, the technique’s power was significantly greater.

An Lingyue’s eyes widened. “He can control the Lone Star Sword’s power?” she murmured.

During his fight with the Third Prince, Mu Zhi’an had clearly been unable to control the technique, depleting most of his spiritual energy with a single strike.

But now, he seemed to be regulating its power, preventing it from draining his reserves.

“It seems Mu Zhi’an has made significant progress,” Xue Ping remarked, staring at him.

He glanced at Ye Lingxuan.

She was watching Mu Zhi’an intently, her expression carefully neutral.

However, a closer look revealed the worry in her eyes and her tight grip on her sister’s hand.

As the Third Senior Brother of Boundless Sea Peak, Xue Ping had encountered Bai Ruoxi numerous times. Many disciples had pursued her, but she had remained aloof and distant.

Only in Mu Zhi’an’s presence did she reveal her gentle and affectionate side.

And now, it seemed the Ye sisters were smitten with him as well…

How could a newly accepted disciple capture the hearts of so many beauties?

“He might be new to the sect, but his talent is undeniable,” An Lingyue said, her voice filled with admiration as she watched Mu Zhi’an consume a pill after enduring the fifth bolt of lightning.

She was a vision of beauty, her sheer dress billowing in the wind, her skin as smooth as jade.

“Junior Brother Mu is talented, but the inner disciple Boundless Sea Peak recruited this time is also a prodigy,” Xiao Ze said with a chuckle.

“The Ye sisters from Dao Peak are also incredibly talented.”

“And let’s not forget the inner disciple of Metamorphic Jewel Peak, Wei Mengrou. She’s already at the Seventh Stage of Core Formation and is on the verge of reaching the Eighth Stage. She’s far ahead of her peers. If she participates in the Immortal Ascension Ceremony, the other disciples won’t stand a chance,” the Second Senior Brother of the Peak of Celestial Secrets chimed in.

The other senior disciples nodded in agreement.

While the Two Polarities Sect was united, there was still an element of competition between the peaks.

Every peak wanted to shine at the Immortal Ascension Ceremony.

In the past, a prodigy like Bai Ruoxi would have been a shoo-in for first place.

However, this year was different. It was a golden age of talent. The outcome of the Immortal Ascension Ceremony was anyone’s guess.

An Lingyue sensed a presence behind her and turned to see a beautiful woman in a red dress standing in the shadows. Her eyes widened, and she bowed respectfully.

“Greetings, Grand Master!”

The other disciples turned to look.

The woman’s red dress clung to her voluptuous figure, her body emanating a captivating fragrance. She was both elegant and imposing, her presence demanding respect.

Why is the founding Peak Master of Boundless Sea Peak at the Pilgrimage Palace?

The disciples were puzzled.

The Peak Masters rarely left their peaks… Could she have been drawn here by the tremors?

“I’m simply taking a stroll. Don’t mind me. Continue with your activities,” Ying Guhuan said with a smile, her gaze settling on Mu Zhi’an.

“So it is Mu Zhi’an’s Core Formation tribulation…”

She murmured, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The other Peak Masters haven’t arrived yet. Perhaps I can invite him to the back mountain for a “cultivation discussion” after his tribulation…

As the thought crossed her mind, she sensed a presence behind her and glanced back discreetly.

Seeing several graceful figures approaching, she narrowed her eyes, sighing inwardly.

They’re quick…

The disciples felt a wave of pressure and turned to see several Peak Masters approaching. Their hearts sank.

Why are so many Peak Masters observing this Core Formation tribulation…?

An Lingyue’s gaze remained fixed on Ying Guhuan, her eyes filled with admiration.

As Yi Hao’s disciple, she had heard many stories about the founding Peak Master.

However, this was the first time she had seen her in person.

Why is Grand Master at the Pilgrimage Palace?

The disciples looked at their respective Masters, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.

Mu Zhi’an also noticed the commotion, his gaze lingering on the approaching figures.

He had been bold enough to lead these “Great White Sharks” to his “pond,” accepting their gifts and using them to help the women around him cultivate.

The Peak Masters knew, but they hadn’t exposed him.

And judging by their current expressions… it seemed the sharks now considered him the “fish” in the pond.

Chapter 160: Mu Zhi’an, Core Formation!

For a moment, Ye Lingxuan wondered if she had misheard.

For months, she had been agonizing over the consequences of her relationship with Mu Zhi’an, fearing her sister’s discovery.

Finally, after Ye Yu’s arrival and his exposé of Mu Zhi’an’s “two-timing,” she had decided to confess.

She had anticipated various reactions, but this… this was completely unexpected.

As she struggled to process this absurd situation, Qian’er’s voice, laced with a hint of embarrassment, reached her ears. “It’s not that I like seeing you and Brother Mu together… I just don’t mind it…”

Her hobby was too strange. After much hesitation, she couldn’t bring herself to reveal it to her sister.

“But you just said you liked…” Lingxuan stared at her, utterly bewildered.

“Because you and Brother Mu are both people I love… so seeing you together doesn’t bother me,” Qian’er explained softly.

Despite using a discreet voice transmission, her voice was barely a whisper.

“Besides, I’ve known for a while that you and Brother Mu sometimes… do things in your room…”

Lingxuan’s smile froze. She tilted her head, staring at her sister.

She felt like she had been living a lie.

She couldn’t understand Qian’er anymore.

An awkward silence descended upon the pavilion. Mu Zhi’an glanced at the two sisters, who were staring at each other intently.

They’re using voice transmissions… He could tell by their expressions.

What are they talking about? Why am I excluded? Can’t we create a group chat…?

He couldn’t very well interrupt them, so he simply sipped his tea, his gaze shifting between the two sisters, patiently awaiting the outcome.

After a while, Qian’er blushed, nodding shyly.

Lingxuan’s smile returned, her expression regaining its usual serenity.

“Lingxuan, what did you tell Qian’er?” he asked, transmitting his voice.

She glanced at him, a playful smile gracing her lips. “I’m not telling~”

It seems Lingxuan told her something, and Qian’er accepted it… He understood.

That’s why they seemed so harmonious now.

He didn’t press the issue, seeing her mischievous smile.

He wasn’t unconcerned, but it wasn’t the right time or place to pry.

He could always extract the information from her later.

As for how… hehe…

“Qian’er, shall I walk you back?” he asked, turning to her.

“Are you leaving after you walk us back, Brother Mu?” she asked, sensing his intentions.

He patted her head gently. “There seems to be something going on at the Pilgrimage Palace. I want to go and check it out. I’ll come back later.”

“Come back later?” Lingxuan scoffed. “You’ll probably be too busy fawning over Sister Ruoxi to remember us.”

Girl, you’re too smart for your own good… He chuckled. “You seem to have the wrong idea about me, Lingxuan.”

“But that’s how you are, Brother Mu,” Qian’er chimed in, siding with her sister.

What did they talk about? Why are they ganging up on me…? He stared at Qian’er, who was clinging to her sister, seemingly more attached to her than usual.

He couldn’t understand.

Shouldn’t she be heartbroken knowing her sister was with the man she loved…? Her behavior was completely unexpected.

He shook his head, pushing the thought aside. “Let’s go back,” he said.

The Pilgrimage Palace was his priority. He could deal with Lingxuan and Qian’er later.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed from the Pilgrimage Palace.

Lightning illuminated the dark sky, casting an eerie glow over the plaza.

The disciples who had been lingering had all gone to the Pilgrimage Palace, leaving the plaza deserted.

Ye Qian walked beside him, her hand in his. She paused, turning towards the Pilgrimage Palace, her gaze drawn to the source of the thunder.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

She snapped out of her daze. “I hear a voice calling me from the Pilgrimage Palace. It sounds… familiar,” she said softly.

Hmm…?

He stared at her, his mind reeling.

You too?

First, it was Bai Ruoxi’s golden finger, then Ye Lingxuan’s, then Wei Mengrou, who was practically a walking cheat code… and now Qian’er…?

“Are you sure, Qian’er?”

The “Friend of the Antagonists” title on his interface was glowing brighter than ever. It meant the being sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace was likely a powerful antagonist.

And Qian’er was claiming to hear a “familiar” voice calling her?

He had already suspected that Bai Ruoxi, Ye Lingxuan, and the others were the true “protagonists.”

However, hearing Qian’er’s claim still surprised him.

But it was a good thing.

The more powerful allies he had, the better.

He made up his mind. “Alright, Qian’er. Let’s go to the Pilgrimage Palace.”

“If there’s truly an opportunity there, it might benefit your cultivation,” he added.

She hesitated. “Will I be a burden, Brother Mu…?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t say that, Qian’er. You’re not a burden.”

She blushed, lowering her head silently.

Ye Lingxuan watched them, a pang of jealousy stabbing at her heart.

She had accepted his relationship with her sister, but seeing them together still bothered her.

She felt a hand gently grasp hers.

She looked up to see Mu Zhi’an gazing at her warmly.

Though he didn’t speak, his eyes conveyed his feelings.

A wave of warmth spread through her, her heart filled with a sweet ache. She turned away, unable to meet his gaze.

She might appear cool and aloof, an unapproachable goddess in the eyes of others, but she was still a young girl, her heart fluttering under her beloved’s gentle touch.

“It’s a shame I haven’t reached the Core Formation Realm yet. This trip to the Pilgrimage Palace would be much easier,” he sighed.

He had been stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment for over a month.

Few cultivators, like Bai Ruoxi, could comprehend their “Dao” and advance to the Core Formation Realm so quickly.

The Peak Masters and Yan Ruyu, the Master of the Book Pavilion, had visited the Garden of Heavenly Harmony several times, but they couldn’t offer much help with his cultivation.

After all, the “Dao” each cultivator pursued at the Core Formation Realm was unique.

Bai Ruoxi’s “Dao” had granted her the Heart-Binding Lock, while Wei Mengrou’s had granted her the ability to conceal her presence.

As for his own “Dao”… he still hadn’t figured it out.

“Father once told me that the Core Formation tribulation is a reflection of a cultivator’s life experiences. You’ve had such a colorful past, Brother Mu. If you reflect on it carefully, I’m sure you’ll reach the Core Formation Realm soon,” Ye Lingxuan said with a smile.

He glanced at her, chuckling. “I know you’re trying to comfort me, Lingxuan, but that sounded like a subtle insult.”

She blinked innocently, tilting her head. “Didn’t you have a colorful past, Brother Mu?”

Brothels, pleasure houses, countless dates… most people couldn’t even imagine such experiences.

“I’ve turned over a new leaf!” he insisted.

He quickly changed the subject. “Let’s go to the Pilgrimage Palace.”

This topic was too dangerous. He had to avoid it before the Ye sisters ganged up on him.

But she’s right… The Core Formation Dao is connected to one’s life experiences. Setting aside Ruoxi’s Heart-Binding Lock, Mengrou’s ability to conceal her presence stemmed from her lonely childhood.

So what is my “Dao”… ?

He pondered this as he walked towards the Pilgrimage Palace with the Ye sisters, crossing the golden bridge adorned with talismans.

The recent tremors had drawn a crowd of disciples, who were pointing at the bronze gate near the altar, their voices filled with speculation.

“The voice is coming from behind that door!” Ye Qian exclaimed, her gaze fixed on the gate.

Coming from behind the door…?

He frowned, staring at the ancient bronze gate.

“Child, come here…” A faint, eerie voice echoed in his mind.

He froze.

The same voice he had heard when he had first arrived at the sect.

“Come here…”

Goosebumps erupted on his skin as he turned to Ye Qian.

She stared at the gate, her lips pursed, seemingly unafraid.

“Qian’er, what did the voice say to you?” he asked.

“It was a beautiful voice. It told me to enter the gate and find her,” she replied hesitantly.

“A beautiful voice…?”

“Yes, it sounded like a woman. It was very beautiful,” she confirmed, nodding.

So we’re hearing different things…?

To her, the voice represented a paradise beyond the gate.

But to him, it evoked images of a desolate battlefield.

And no one else seemed to hear it…

He asked Ye Lingxuan, and she shook her head, confirming she hadn’t heard anything.

Is it filtering the cultivators who can enter the gate…?

This is strange. Why are we hearing different things? I want to hear a beautiful woman’s voice too… He thought, frustrated.

“Little one, bring those with you to see me…”

A clear, melodious voice echoed in his mind, interrupting his thoughts.

He looked up at the gate.

That was the voice Qian’er had heard.

It was indeed beautiful… but not as good as Ling Long’s “Aaa.”

Before he could ponder the voice’s origin, a wave of understanding washed over him.

He couldn’t explain it, but for the past month, he had felt stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment, his path forward blocked.

But that voice… it was like a drop of water on parched earth, revitalizing his entire being.

The roadblock had vanished.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed through the sky as rain began to pour.

He looked up, his eyes widening in realization.

Storm clouds gathered above the Pilgrimage Palace.

The Peak Masters, meditating in their secluded chambers, opened their eyes simultaneously, their gazes filled with anticipation.

Mu Zhi’an’s Core Formation tribulation had finally arrived!

 Chapter 159: Sister, You Have a Big Problem!

“Let’s go to that pavilion over there. It’s empty,” Mu Zhi’an said, glancing around the lakeshore. He spotted a suitable location and turned to the Ye sisters.

They arrived at the pavilion, and he retrieved a pot of tea from his storage ring.

The commotion at the Pilgrimage Palace had drawn many disciples, leaving the usually bustling plaza relatively deserted.

“Friend of the Antagonists is still glowing… this is unsettling,” he muttered, staring at the ominous title on his interface.

He felt a tug on his sleeve.

He turned to see Ye Lingxuan looking at him hesitantly.

“What’s wrong, Lingxuan?” he asked, closing his interface and transmitting his voice.

“I want to tell Qian’er,” she replied.

Tell her what…?

He was confused.

Then, seeing the determination in her eyes, he understood. “You want to tell her about us?”

She hesitated, then nodded slowly.

She couldn’t keep this secret any longer. It had been weighing on her conscience, robbing her of sleep and filling her with guilt every time she saw Qian’er. If she continued to hide it, the rift between them would only grow wider.

He understood her feelings and nodded silently.

“Alright. We’ll talk to her when we get back,” he replied.

He was also concerned, especially after witnessing Qian’er hurrying away from Lingxuan’s room earlier.

Something wasn’t right.

A suspicion had formed in his mind.

What if Qian’er already knew about them, but was enduring the pain silently out of love for her sister and him…?

After all, her behavior had been strange.

They finished their conversation, and he took a sip of his tea, watching the disciples returning from the Pilgrimage Palace.

“Brother Mu, what are you thinking about?” Ye Qian asked, looking up at him.

He snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at her. “I was thinking about you, Qian’er.”

She blushed. “Don’t be silly,” she mumbled, glancing at her sister.

He followed her gaze, noting Lingxuan’s lack of disapproval. His eyes softened.

It seems Lingxuan has accepted my relationship with Qian’er…

His efforts had paid off. He had gone to great lengths to ensure there wouldn’t be any conflict between the sisters.

The results were gratifying.

At least now, Lingxuan no longer objected to him teasing Qian’er.

He reached under the table and took Lingxuan’s hand in his, then discreetly reached for Qian’er’s soft hand as well.

Lingxuan’s eyes widened in panic, and she tried to pull away.

Qian’er, however, didn’t resist. She simply blushed, glancing at him shyly before lowering her eyes.

Lingxuan is right. Perhaps it’s time to come clean with Qian’er…

As he pondered this, he sensed a gaze fixed on him from the plaza.

His heightened senses, enhanced by his cultivation progress and Ye Lingxuan’s Innate Spiritual Body, easily detected the scrutiny.

He looked up and saw a handsome young man in black robes staring at him intently.

It was clear that Ye Yu, while leaving the Jade Glass Palace, had witnessed his “scumbag” behavior.

Ye Lingxuan, clad in her purple dress, was a vision of elegance and beauty. Her delicate features, framed by a stray strand of hair, held both the grace of a classical beauty and the innocence of youth.

Ye Qian, in her light jacket and dark blue skirt, possessed a slender figure and a blossoming bosom that accentuated her curves. Her face was youthful and charming, a faint blush adding a touch of allure.

They were a pair of stunning beauties, each desirable in their own way.

And Mu Zhi’an… was pursuing both of them!

Ye Yu’s hand clenched into a fist as he recalled the sight of Mu Zhi’an teasing his sisters, whispering in Qian’er’s ear and making her blush, then turning to Lingxuan and blowing on her earlobe, earning him a playful glare.

He abandoned his plan to visit the Pilgrimage Palace and marched towards them.

He had to make his sisters see Mu Zhi’an’s true colors!

However, as he approached, Mu Zhi’an seemed to sense his presence. He quickly released their hands and cleared his throat, his expression turning innocent.

“Is something the matter, Young Master Ye?” he asked calmly.

He was a master of disguise, switching from “scumbag” to “gentleman” in an instant.

Ye Yu’s anger flared. “What were you doing?!” he spat, glaring at Mu Zhi’an.

Ye Lingxuan also noticed him, her cheeks still flushed. “Brother Ye Yu, is something the matter?” she asked, her voice cool and distant.

“Young Master Mu, aren’t you going too far?” Ye Yu pressed, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

“What do you mean?” Mu Zhi’an feigned confusion.

“Lingxuan and Qian’er are my sisters. They’re free to choose their own partners. However, if I’m not mistaken, you already have a Dao Companion,” Ye Yu said coldly.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes widened innocently. “Don’t be ridiculous. Lady Bai is a dear friend.”

“What about Qian’er and Lingxuan?” Ye Yu pressed, trying to trap him.

Both sisters looked at Mu Zhi’an.

He turned to them, his voice softening. “They’re my precious sisters.”

Sisters… Lingxuan frowned, displeased, but she kept her emotions in check.

Qian’er, however, seemed delighted, her expression brightening.

Ye Yu noticed their reactions. He glared at Mu Zhi’an and scoffed. “You’re just friends with Bai Ruoxi? Then why did you cultivate with her?”

Mu Zhi’an frowned. “Young Master Ye, I’m a devoted person.”

Ye Yu’s gaze turned icy. “I just saw you being intimate with both my sisters! Is that what you call devotion, Young Master Mu?”

“You’re deceiving Qian’er and Lingxuan, two-timing them behind their backs. That’s devotion?!”

“Only a scoundrel like you would engage in such despicable behavior!”

His words, filled with righteous indignation, struck a chord with Ye Lingxuan. Her usual gentle smile vanished, replaced by a troubled frown.

Ye Yu might have intended his words as an attack on Mu Zhi’an, but they inadvertently struck Lingxuan as well.

After all… she was the one deceiving her sister and being intimate with the man Qian’er loved.

She was the one hurting Qian’er.

Ye Yu retrieved a pill from his storage ring. “This pill can detect lies within half an hour. If you dare to deny your actions, Young Master Mu, consume this pill.”

Whether Mu Zhi’an accepted the pill or not, he had already lost.

If he refused, it would confirm his guilt.

And Qian’er and Lingxuan would be disappointed in him.

But if he consumed the pill, Ye Yu could then expose his true nature through clever questioning.

He was in a win-win situation!

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then chuckled. “How about you consume one as well, Young Master Ye?”

“Then I’ll ask you if you have any feelings for Qian’er or Lingxuan. How about that?”

He chose mutually assured destruction.

We’re all lustful creatures. Why are you pretending to be a saint?

Just because someone claims to be devoted to one person doesn’t mean they have no feelings for others. They simply keep those feelings hidden.

Mu Zhi’an, however, embraced his desires openly.

Sister, sister, I want them all!

Ye Yu’s face darkened.

Even he couldn’t deny having feelings for Lingxuan and Qian’er.

As Mu Zhi’an had guessed, they were all the same.

If he consumed the pill and Mu Zhi’an tricked him with his questions, his image in Lingxuan’s eyes would be tarnished even further.

“Brother Ye Yu, please leave,” Ye Lingxuan said, her voice firm. “I’m aware of the situation.”

He turned to her. “Lingxuan, Mu Zhi’an was being intimate with both you and Qian’er—”

“I know,” she interrupted, her voice soft but resolute.

Her words silenced him.

“We don’t have time. We need to go to the Pilgrimage Palace,” the old man’s voice urged.

Reluctantly, Ye Yu realized he had to prioritize the bigger picture. He clenched his fist, then turned to leave. As he did, he transmitted his voice to Mu Zhi’an.

“Many will come for you now that the Heavenly Dao Aura has been exposed. I hope you enjoy my gift.”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then replied, “Your sisters are the real gift. I’ll take good care of them for you, brother-in-law. Don’t worry.”

Ye Yu froze, then stormed off, his anger barely contained.

The opportunity at the Pilgrimage Palace was his priority… He would deal with Mu Zhi’an later.

Yes… once he obtained the opportunity at the Pilgrimage Palace, he would make Mu Zhi’an pay at the Immortal Ascension Ceremony in a month!

Mu Zhi’an wouldn’t be able to refuse participating. As an inner disciple, he was obligated to represent the Book Pavilion!

And then… they would settle their score.

He didn’t notice Mu Zhi’an watching him depart, a thoughtful expression on his face.

He knew that Ye Yu harbored a powerful old man within him. Surely, that old man was aware of the danger at the Pilgrimage Palace.

So why was Ye Yu going there?

Did the old man fail to stop him?

Or… was he the one who sent him?

If it was the latter… did that mean there was truly an opportunity within the Pilgrimage Palace?

As Mu Zhi’an pondered this, Ye Lingxuan seemed to have made up her mind. She turned to her sister, her gaze filled with a mixture of love and apprehension.

“I’m sorry, Qian’er.”

Qian’er looked up at her, confused.

Lingxuan hesitated, her heart pounding.

She knew the consequences of revealing the truth… but it was time to end this charade.

The usually calm and composed girl felt a surge of nervousness, her hand clenching tightly beneath the table.

Whatever her sister’s reaction, she would accept it…

She met Qian’er’s gaze, her voice soft. “I… I love Brother Mu.”

Silence descended upon them.

Mu Zhi’an watched Qian’er, ready to grab her if she tried to flee.

She stared at Lingxuan, her eyes wide with shock.

Lingxuan hesitated, about to explain further.

“I know,” Qian’er said softly, silencing her.

She glanced at Mu Zhi’an, then transmitted her voice to her sister. “I like watching you and Brother Mu together.”

Lingxuan froze, her head snapping up.

“…Eh?”

Chapter 158: Ye Qian’s Unique Hobby

“Friend of the Antagonists activating at a time like this… this isn’t good,” Mu Zhi’an muttered, staring at the ominous black glow emanating from the title on his interface.

He had clearly heard a voice from the Pilgrimage Palace during the sect’s opening ceremony.

And now, after a tremor near the Pilgrimage Palace, the “Friend of the Antagonists” title had activated.

Could this mean that the being sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace was an “antagonist”?

A powerful antagonist at that.

The titles on his interface weren’t just for show. They had tangible effects.

The black-robed man’s initial approach, and even the Demon Realm Empress’s interest in him, might have been influenced by this title.

He had only witnessed this eerie glow once before: during his encounter with the Swallowing Python, the beautiful snake woman.

Could the being sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace’s altar be on par with the Demon Realm Empress?!

His heart sank as he considered this possibility.

No wonder the Sect Master had warned him against asking too many questions.

It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway.

This matter should be left to the Sect Master. It’s beyond my capabilities… He decided.

He sensed someone approaching.

He turned to see Ye Qian, who had just hurried away, walking towards him casually.

She looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with curiosity. “Brother Mu, when did you arrive?”

Her expression was a perfect mask of innocence.

He frowned, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

I wasn’t mistaken… That was definitely Qian’er leaving Lingxuan’s room…

Why is she pretending she didn’t see me…?

Could she have been passing by?

He studied her, noting the flicker of panic in her eyes as she met his gaze. She quickly lowered her head.

However, her gaze fell not on her toes, but on her ample bosom.

Something’s fishy… He eyed her, his gaze lingering on her alluring figure, a blend of innocence and seduction.

“Don’t tease her so much,” Ye Lingxuan whispered, tugging at his sleeve.

He glanced at the beautiful girl beside him, her purple dress accentuating her elegant features.

He boldly wrapped his arm around her waist, giving her a playful poke before taking her hand in his.

“If I can’t tease Qian’er, can I tease you instead?” he whispered back.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly withdrew her hand, glancing at her sister. Seeing Qian’er still lost in thought, she relaxed.

She shot him a playful glare, her voice a soft murmur. “Stop it. It would be disastrous if Qian’er found out…”

She had come to accept his bold gestures, but she still drew the line at intimacy in front of her sister.

The reason was obvious… Qian’er had fallen for him first, and she, as the elder sister, had tried to prevent it. Now, she was the one in a relationship with him.

If Qian’er found out, she might not confront them or scold them, but she would be heartbroken.

That was why Lingxuan was so determined to keep their relationship a secret.

She had intended to confess to her sister, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Unbeknownst to her, Ye Qian had been secretly observing them from the doorway ever since they had started fooling around in the room.

Lingxuan believed she knew her sister well, having grown up with her… And she did. She was familiar with Qian’er’s habits and her personality.

However, she hadn’t anticipated her sister’s… unique hobbies…

Ye Qian glanced at Mu Zhi’an’s hand holding her sister’s, then quickly looked away.

It might have seemed like an insignificant gesture to Mu Zhi’an, but after receiving a certain inheritance at Dao Peak, she had developed a heightened sensitivity to subtle movements, though not to the same extent as her sister.

For example, she had noticed Brother Mu secretly holding Sister’s hand and teasing her…

And she had also seen them kissing in the room earlier… Just thinking about it sent a thrill through her.

She remained silent, her head bowed, feigning shyness. However, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She knew her hobby was strange, but she couldn’t help it… The thought of her beloved Brother Mu and her beloved sister together filled her with jealousy… but also a strange sense of arousal.

“Qian’er.”

A gentle voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

She looked up to see Mu Zhi’an, clad in his black robe with gold trim, gazing at her warmly.

“W-what is it?” she stammered, her eyes wide and innocent.

“Your sister and I are going to have some tea and snacks at a pavilion. Want to join us?” he asked with a smile.

He had decided against venturing to the Pilgrimage Palace.

The “Friend of the Antagonists” title had warned him. The being sealed within the palace was clearly dangerous.

Only a fool would go there.

It was better to enjoy a relaxing afternoon with the Ye sisters, sipping tea and chatting idly at a pavilion.

She nodded, her cheeks flushing. “Okay.”

The tremors had ceased. They left the residence together.

As they stepped outside, a cacophony of voices reached their ears.

“What do you think happened at the Pilgrimage Palace? Why was the tremor so strong?”

“I heard from a Senior Brother that the Pilgrimage Palace always trembles after the sect’s opening ceremony. Apparently, Ling Long, the Spirit Dragon, resides in a Dongtian beneath the palace…”

“So Senior Ling Long caused the tremor?” a disciple asked, his voice laced with doubt.

Ling Long is innocent… Mu Zhi’an thought, listening to their conversation.

He glanced at the two sisters beside him. “Let’s find a place to sit,” he said with a smile.

Chapter 157: The Seal of the Pilgrimage Palace

There were many types of constitutions in the cultivation world, and the Innate Celestial Vessel was one of the rarest.

In fact, Mu Zhi’an might be the only one in the entire Nine Realms.

It was no wonder the Peak Masters were so interested in him once they discovered his secret.

The Peak Master of Dao Peak, usually aloof and distant, rarely granted audiences even to her inner disciples. Yet, recently, she had been interacting with Mu Zhi’an frequently.

She justified her actions as a Peak Master’s concern for a disciple’s well-being, hoping to nurture the “little cabbage” and help him reach the Core Formation Realm… At least, that’s what she told herself.

Yu Ziyan sat at the pavilion, her voluptuous figure concealed by her loose black robe, sipping tea as she watched the scene unfold by the pond.

Mu Zhi’an was chatting with Lan Mulian, who had just arrived.

Yu Xuanji, the Peak Master of the Peak of Celestial Secrets, sat across from her, her long, slender legs crossed elegantly. She twirled her teacup between her fingers, a playful smile gracing her lips. “This young master from the Mu Family is quite charming. I’ve never seen anyone so close to Junior Sister Lan,” she remarked.

“Though he’s only at the Foundation Establishment Realm, his manners and social skills are far superior to most disciples. It’s no wonder he’s caught Junior Sister Lan’s attention,” Yu Ziyan replied with a smile.

Most of the newly accepted disciples, apart from a few rogue cultivators, came from wealthy and influential families. They were accustomed to being pampered and having their every whim catered to.

However, within the Two Polarities Sect, everyone was equal. There were no servants to cater to their every need, so many struggled to adapt.

Mu Zhi’an, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease. He had likely honed his social skills through frequent interactions with others back in Tianxuan City. It was no wonder he had caught Lan Mulian’s eye.

“Perhaps she’s also aware of the secret within his vessel,” Yu Xuanji said, her gaze lingering on Mu Zhi’an.

She glanced at her Senior Sister, who usually maintained an unapproachable “goddess” persona in front of her disciples. “You two are quite cunning. You’ve known about his secret all along, haven’t you? You’re simply keeping it to yourselves so you can enjoy his Innate Celestial Vessel all to yourselves.”

Yu Ziyan shook her head. “I only learned of it recently. Initially, I simply wanted to help him progress faster, considering he’s my Junior Sister’s disciple.”

“With his talent, he shouldn’t be stuck at the Eighth Stage of Foundation Establishment.”

Yu Xuanji chuckled, her gaze fixed on her serious-faced Senior Sister.

Sure, sure… you just want him to reach the Core Formation Realm so you can use him for your own cultivation…

Of course, she wouldn’t voice her thoughts.

It would only invite a retort.

Yu Ziyan had come to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony to deliver pills, hoping to encourage Mu Zhi’an to focus on his cultivation and reach the Core Formation Realm quickly.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Yu Xuanji turned her attention to Lan Mulian, who was chatting with Mu Zhi’an by the pond. “Junior Sister Lan could also take on a disciple once she reaches the Nascent Soul Realm,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

“Considering their close relationship, perhaps she’ll take Mu Zhi’an as her disciple.”

“Junior Sister Lan only cares about cultivation. She wouldn’t bother taking on a disciple,” Yu Ziyan replied, shaking her head.

“Besides, my Junior Sister wouldn’t let Mu Zhi’an leave the Book Pavilion… He doesn’t seem like the type to betray his Master.”

A pang of regret stabbed at her heart.

During the inner disciple selection, they had all focused on recruiting the most talented prodigies. However, Yan Ruyu had gone against the grain, choosing Mu Zhi’an without hesitation.

She had been puzzled by her Junior Sister’s decision, even wondering if she had lost her mind.

Now, it seemed she had been too slow to react.

If Mu Zhi’an was a disciple of Dao Peak, she could at least… experiment a little…

“We should have fought harder for him that day,” Yu Xuanji sighed, echoing Yu Ziyan’s thoughts.

Yan Ruyu had never taken on a personal disciple before, yet she had been the first among the Peak Masters to do so that day. It had been strange.

They had assumed she was simply interested in his connection to Ling Long, so they hadn’t questioned her decision.

Now, it seemed they had missed a golden opportunity…

No matter how much “kindness” they showered upon him now, it wouldn’t compare to the favor Yan Ruyu had earned by choosing him without hesitation.

Her actions that day must have left a deep impression on him.

Both Yu Xuanji and Yu Ziyan sighed inwardly.

If Mu Zhi’an reached the Core Formation Realm, Yan Ruyu would be his mentor and his benefactor.

Judging by the admiration in his eyes when he had mentioned her earlier, he clearly adored her.

Once the “cabbage” ripened, Yan Ruyu could simply summon him to her residence, sit back, cross her legs, and beckon him with her finger. He would be putty in her hands.

And as a disciple of the Book Pavilion, the other Peak Masters couldn’t easily summon him to their Dongtians.

They would have to wait until Yan Ruyu was finished with him before they could have a taste.

As they pondered this frustrating situation, Mu Zhi’an and Lan Mulian approached the pavilion.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting, Peak Masters,” Mu Zhi’an said, bowing respectfully.

“There’s no need for formalities. Please, sit,” Yu Ziyan said, her smile warm and welcoming.

She poured them each a cup of tea, then glanced at Lan Mulian.

“It’s rare to see you leave Two Polarities Peak, Junior Sister Lan. What brings you here today?” she asked with a smile.

Though Lan Mulian was only at the peak of the Core Formation Realm, as the Sect Master’s disciple, her status was comparable to that of a Peak Master.

All the disciples, regardless of their peak or affiliation, knew of her status and her reclusive nature.

As Mu Zhi’an had accurately assessed, she was a homebody.

So her presence at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony was… intriguing.

Was it because of Ling Long?

Or… because of Mu Zhi’an?

Lan Mulian removed her veil, revealing her breathtaking beauty. “I’ve reached the peak of the Core Formation Realm. Further cultivation won’t yield any results. I thought I’d take a break from my secluded training and perhaps gain some new insights,” she explained with a smile.

The Nascent Soul Realm was known as the “realm of earthly immortals” because cultivators at that level were incredibly rare.

While the Two Polarities Sect had numerous Nascent Soul cultivators, it didn’t mean they were common throughout the Nine Realms.

A Nascent Soul cultivator could dominate any region in the Nine Realms, their power unmatched.

They were treated as honored guests by powerful families, showered with gifts and favors.

Some families even offered pills and beautiful women to entice wandering Nascent Soul cultivators to stay within their territory, even for a short period.

A Nascent Soul cultivator’s presence brought immense benefits.

“You’re right. A change of scenery might spark new insights. Perhaps you’ll even reach the Nascent Soul Realm soon,” Yu Ziyan said, nodding in agreement.

Lan Mulian took a sip of her tea and looked at the two Peak Masters. “What brings you two here?” she asked with a smile.

Yu Ziyan’s two disciples were the Ye sisters, while Yu Xuanji had accepted Lan Feiying and Luo Yuan as her inner disciples.

They had no reason to visit the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Yet, here they were, bearing gifts of pills meant for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

It was obvious the pills were intended for Mu Zhi’an.

“Ye Lingxuan chose Dao Peak thanks to Young Master Mu’s influence. This is a small token of our appreciation,” Yu Ziyan explained, offering a plausible excuse.

“My disciple, Luo Yuan, had a minor conflict with Young Master Mu recently. I came to see what transpired and to pay my respects to Senior Ling Long,” Yu Xuanji added, offering her own excuse.

They didn’t want anyone else to know about his Innate Celestial Vessel. They already had their hands full. Adding two or three more competitors would only complicate matters.

Of course, they were unaware that Lan Mulian had known about his constitution since their time in Tianxuan City.

She studied them, her eyes flickering with suspicion.

She didn’t believe their excuses.

However, she didn’t press the issue. She simply took another sip of her tea.

If they didn’t want to tell her, there was no point in asking.

The two Peak Masters hadn’t intended to stay long, and with Lan Mulian’s arrival, they chatted with Mu Zhi’an for a while longer before departing.

Lan Mulian watched them leave, her gaze thoughtful.

Their excuses were too flimsy.

Two high-ranking Peak Masters wouldn’t lower themselves to visit a disciple’s residence simply to deliver pills.

She turned her attention to Mu Zhi’an, her usually cold demeanor softening slightly. “Did you consume the Stage Advancement Pill?” she asked.

“Thanks to you, Senior Sister, I advanced a stage immediately. I’m one step closer to the Core Formation Realm,” he replied sincerely.

She nodded. “You should start thinking about your Core Formation Dao now, so you don’t get stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment for too long.”

He nodded, taking her advice to heart.

“You’ve been at the peak of the Core Formation Realm for a while now, Senior Sister. Are you facing any difficulties?” he asked.

She had already been at the peak of the Core Formation Realm when they had met in Tianxuan City.

“Not really. I’m simply strengthening my foundation,” she replied.

“I should reach the Nascent Soul Realm within six months.”

“Then you’ll be able to take on a disciple, right?” he asked tentatively.

She glanced at him, her voice flat. “I could, but I wouldn’t take on a philandering disciple.”

I wasn’t planning on becoming your disciple… He stared at her, her cold gaze making him feel strangely guilty. “You misunderstand me, Senior Sister. I’m a very devoted person, and I always keep my promises.”

She raised an eyebrow, a faint smile gracing her lips. “If I recall correctly, you promised to bring me different flavors of Osmanthus Cake. What happened to that promise?”

Did I…? I don’t remember… “If you’d like some, Senior Sister, I can buy them for you tomorrow.”

It would take three to four hours to fly from the Two Polarities Sect to Tianxuan City. He could even shorten the journey if he pushed himself.

It would be tiring, but it was a small price to pay to pursue a goddess like her.

“No need. Focus on your cultivation,” she said.

“Once you reach the Core Formation Realm, traveling to Tianxuan City will be much easier.”

She stood up. “The matter of the Heavenly Dao Aura is out in the open now. No one within the sect will harm you. However, be careful when you leave the sect. Such a treasure will undoubtedly attract unwanted attention.”

“Thank you for the warning, Senior Sister,” he said, bowing respectfully.

He glanced at her beautiful face, then added, “I’ll walk you out, Senior Sister.”

They left the Garden of Heavenly Harmony together.

…

A commotion had erupted in the plaza, the cause being the arrival of two Peak Masters, followed by the elegant and aloof Lan Mulian.

The Peak Masters had already departed, but Lan Mulian remained within the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

The disciples, especially the male disciples, harbored secret admiration for her. However, her unattainable status and her cold demeanor kept them from acting on their desires.

They were content with simply admiring her from afar.

However, her visit to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony shattered their hopes.

The only male resident was Mu Zhi’an. If she was visiting a female disciple, it would be one thing. But if she was visiting him… it was infuriating.

He already had the beautiful Bai Ruoxi, a seductive maid, and two adorable sisters… and he still wasn’t satisfied? He was even targeting their Senior Sister!

Even his friendly demeanor couldn’t mask their envy.

“They’re coming out!”

The disciples, who had been lingering by the lakeshore, waiting for Lan Mulian to leave, perked up.

They pretended to be chatting idly, but they were all curious about what had transpired within the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Their eyes widened as they saw Mu Zhi’an walking side-by-side with the beautiful woman in the white dress, their hearts burning with jealousy.

Ye Yu stared at them, his disbelief turning to anger.

He had suspected a connection between Mu Zhi’an and Lan Mulian, but seeing them together confirmed his suspicions.

He had assumed that a woman as intelligent as Lan Mulian would distance herself from Mu Zhi’an once she learned of his philandering ways.

And she had… at least, he hadn’t seen them interact since arriving at the sect.

But today, they were walking together!

And…

Three Peak Masters had visited, two of them personally…

He had initially believed that the Peak Master who visited Mu Zhi’an today was the demonic cultivator.

But now… who was it?

He still couldn’t figure it out.

He glared at Lan Mulian’s retreating figure, his jealousy intensifying as he saw Mu Zhi’an’s hand “accidentally” brush against hers. He didn’t even notice the female disciple beside him glaring at him.

She might not be as beautiful as Senior Sister Lan, but Ye Yu hadn’t even looked at her since Lan Mulian had appeared. It was a major turn-off.

…

As they left the Jade Glass Palace, Mu Zhi’an turned to Lan Mulian. “Remember to write back, Senior Sister,” he said.

She nodded curtly, her expression unchanged.

She summoned a cloud beneath her feet and soared away.

He watched her disappear into the distance, then turned and re-entered the Jade Glass Palace. He ignored the curious gazes of the disciples, bowing politely before returning to his residence.

Back in Tianxuan City, he had realized that Ye Yu was nothing more than a lucky “nouveau riche” with the blessings of destiny. He wasn’t a true protagonist.

Therefore, he no longer bothered with him, focusing instead on nurturing the “fish” in his pond.

After all, they were the true protagonists!

He wondered why the pink heart-shaped frame on his interface still hadn’t displayed any text.

But he assumed it would appear once the “fish” had matured.

There was no rush.

He returned to his room, retrieved his Second-Rank formation book, and immersed himself in its complexities.

Though it was a tedious task, neglecting such a valuable formation would be a waste.

Time passed uneventfully.

Four months flew by.

Mu Zhi’an had meticulously planned his schedule.

His nights were dedicated to the “arduous” task of dual cultivation with Bai Ruoxi.

He spent his afternoons cultivating his relationships with Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian.

And his evenings were filled with exchanging letters with the Sect Master and Lan Mulian.

His time management was impeccable. He wouldn’t neglect a single “fish.”

After four months, he had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm!

He was only a step away from the Core Formation Realm.

One afternoon, as he was teasing Ye Lingxuan, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he felt a faint tremor beneath his feet.

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with desire. “What was that…?”

Another tremor shook the ground.

“Let’s go see,” he said.

He left the room and was greeted by the sight of a slender figure hurrying away, her skirt billowing in the wind, revealing a glimpse of her delicate white legs.

Why was Qian’er at Lingxuan’s door…? Wasn’t she meditating just now?

He frowned, then his gaze shifted towards the Pilgrimage Palace.

A feeling of unease washed over him as he opened his personal interface. He glanced at his various titles.

The words “Friend of the Antagonists” glowed with an ominous black light.

The title’s effect had activated.

Chapter 156: The Great White Sharks Are Circling!

Jade Glass Palace.

Back in his residence, Ye Yu sat in meditation on his bed. “Master,” he asked mentally, “now that the matter of the Heavenly Dao Aura has been exposed, how long until the demonic cultivator targets Mu Zhi’an?”

He might not be able to reclaim the Heavenly Dao Aura, but neither would Bai Ruoxi!

News of the aura had spread throughout the sect.

Even though Mu Zhi’an had claimed it for himself, the demonic cultivator wouldn’t rule out Bai Ruoxi as a suspect.

And then… with their influence within the Two Polarities Sect, dealing with a mere disciple would be child’s play.

According to Master, the demonic cultivator was likely a Peak Master or an elder from one of the three minor peaks.

Regardless of their position, they held significant power within the sect.

If they wanted to act, they could simply exploit the demonic energy within Bai Ruoxi.

While the sect might overlook this minor “flaw” considering her talent, it would be a different story if she possessed the Heavenly Dao Aura.

The allure of the Heavenly Dao Aura far outweighed her value as a disciple!

The old man’s voice echoed in his mind. “If I’m not mistaken, they should make a move within the next few days.”

“After all, to obtain the Heavenly Dao Aura, they need to confirm whether Mu Zhi’an or Bai Ruoxi possesses it. But sending disciples to investigate won’t be enough.”

Ye Yu’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “So the Peak Master who interacts with Mu Zhi’an most frequently in the next few days is likely the demonic cultivator?!”

It made perfect sense!

Sending disciples to secretly examine Mu Zhi’an or Bai Ruoxi wouldn’t be enough to confirm the presence of the Heavenly Dao Aura.

The demonic cultivator would have to act personally.

And that was their chance to identify them!

He frowned suddenly. “But Ling Long resides in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Even without the Heavenly Dao Aura, the Peak Masters would still visit Mu Zhi’an…”

“No, they wouldn’t,” the old man’s voice said. “Ling Long values her peace and quiet. The Peak Masters have been at the sect for years. They wouldn’t dare disturb her.”

“Even if they wanted to curry favor with her, they wouldn’t visit her personally.”

Ye Yu nodded thoughtfully.

He clenched his fist, suppressing his excitement.

So they didn’t have to do anything! They could simply sit back and watch as Mu Zhi’an dealt with this mess!

He closed his eyes, imagining the inevitable conflict between Mu Zhi’an and Bai Ruoxi.

With his hypocritical nature, Mu Zhi’an would surely blame Ruoxi for this predicament.

And then… perhaps he could even reclaim the Heavenly Dao Aura.

Mu Zhi’an had used this tactic to drive a wedge between him and Bai Ruoxi… and now, he could use the same tactic against them!

He calmed himself and focused on his cultivation.

But he couldn’t wait to see what would unfold in the coming days.

…

Meanwhile, Mu Zhi’an was at the Shao Le Residence, chatting with the Master of the Book Pavilion.

“Don’t worry about Ye Yu. Even if you possess the Heavenly Dao Aura, I’ll protect you,” Yan Ruyu said, her voice gentle as she poured him a cup of tea. “Just focus on your cultivation.”

“Thank you, Master Yan. I’ll cultivate diligently and live up to your expectations,” he replied gratefully.

She nodded, pleased, imagining the delicious “cabbage” he would become once he matured.

“By the way, Master Yan, I saw Princess Yongning visiting you a while back. Where is she now?” he asked.

“Yongning? She returned to the palace a few days ago,” she replied with a smile.

She paused, then asked, “Are you looking for her?”

He nodded. “I have something I’d like to discuss with her…”

She pondered for a moment. “The Immortal Ascension Ceremony is in six months. Representatives from various powers across the Eastern Realm will attend, including Princess Yongning.”

“Of course, if it’s urgent, I can send a letter to the palace and ask her to visit.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not urgent. I’ve completely offended the Third Prince. I’m worried he might seek revenge once he returns to the palace. I wanted to discuss this matter with Princess Yongning…”

Her eyes turned cold. “The Third Prince? He’ll be confined to his quarters for three years. Even after he returns home, he’ll have no power.”

The Two Polarities Sect had that much influence in the Eastern Realm.

The Third Prince had attempted to harm a sect disciple, an inner disciple of Boundless Sea Peak, no less. With Mu Zhi’an’s connections, a few letters from the Peak Masters would be enough to ensure the emperor took appropriate action.

Mu Zhi’an’s value to the Peak Masters far outweighed that of a mere prince.

He sighed with relief. “Thank you, Master Yan. I’ll discuss this matter with Princess Yongning during the Immortal Ascension Ceremony.”

He wasn’t in a hurry to meet with the Princess. After all, the “fish” in his pond were still unsettled, and there were “Great White Sharks” circling him. He needed to be cautious.

Steady and slow wins the race!

His parents had named him Zhi’an, hoping he would lead a content and peaceful life.

“It’s getting late, Master Yan. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave and return to my cultivation,” he said, testing the waters.

She nodded, offering him a few words of encouragement and promising additional resources if he needed them.

These resources weren’t part of his official allowance as an inner disciple. She would personally provide him with extra pills.

It wasn’t solely because of his Innate Celestial Vessel. His personality and his respectful demeanor were also factors.

He bid farewell to Yan Ruyu and returned to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony with Wei Mengrou.

News of his confession regarding the Heavenly Dao Aura spread throughout the sect.

Cultivation was a monotonous and tedious affair, so even the smallest bit of gossip provided a welcome distraction.

And the Heavenly Dao Aura was far from a trivial matter.

Some believed his claim, while others remained skeptical.

After all, why would he so readily admit to possessing such a treasure when questioned by Ye Yu?

However, this was the Two Polarities Sect. No one dared to harass him at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, regardless of whether he truly possessed the aura.

Even if some harbored ill intentions, they kept them hidden.

That night, Lan Mulian, at Two Polarities Peak, also learned of the news.

She frowned, pondering for a moment before heading to her desk to write a letter.

“Young Master Mu, it’s been a while. Has your cultivation progressed, or are you still indulging in your usual frivolous pursuits?”

She paused, staring at the words, her brow furrowing.

It sounded… jealous.

She shook her head, crumbling the letter into dust.

She retrieved a fresh sheet of paper.

“Junior Brother Mu, your public confession regarding the Heavenly Dao Aura was rather reckless. Are you free tomorrow? I would like to invite you to Two Polarities Peak.”

Reckless… that might sound offensive…

And it sounds a bit desperate… She crumpled the letter again.

She gazed at the night sky, sighing softly.

Forget it…

I’ll just visit the Garden of Heavenly Harmony myself tomorrow.

…

The next morning.

As Mu Zhi’an diligently tended to Bai Ruoxi’s needs, an unexpected guest arrived at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Yu Xuanji.

He was in bed with Bai Ruoxi when he received the news. Reluctantly, he got up and changed his clothes.

After all, she was a high-ranking member of the sect. He couldn’t be rude.

It seems the allure of my Innate Celestial Vessel is truly irresistible… He thought, combing his hair in front of the bronze mirror.

He would inevitably be seen by other disciples as he crossed the plaza, so news of her visit spread quickly.

It also reached Ye Yu’s ears.

“Young Master Ye, have you heard? The Peak Master of the Peak of Celestial Secrets went to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony early this morning…” a female disciple said, her voice laced with admiration.

For outer disciples like them, getting an audience with a Peak Master was a rare opportunity.

Even inner disciples rarely saw their Peak Masters.

Only a select few, like Bai Ruoxi and Mu Zhi’an, enjoyed frequent interactions with the Peak Masters.

Bai Ruoxi’s talent was the reason for her special treatment, while Mu Zhi’an’s situation was… more complicated.

He didn’t seek out these “Great White Sharks.” They were the ones who wanted to devour him, the “fish farmer” tending to his pond.

Ye Yu smiled, maintaining his “gentle and refined” persona in front of the female disciple. “I know.”

“It’s so nice that Lady Bai and Young Master Mu reside in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. That’s why the Peak Masters visit them so often,” she said, her voice filled with envy.

“Perhaps. But it might not be a good thing,” he replied, forcing a smile, his heart burning with jealousy.

“Perhaps the Peak Master of the Peak of Celestial Secrets has another motive.”

Could she be the demonic cultivator Master mentioned…?

“It seems Young Master Ye knows something we don’t,” the female disciple said with a smile.

He simply smiled, offering no explanation.

Silence is golden.

“Look, Young Master Ye! Someone else is arriving at the Jade Glass Palace!” she exclaimed, pointing towards the sky.

He looked up and saw a woman in a loose Taoist robe descending gracefully.

She was elegant and alluring, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

The Peak Master of Dao Peak.

Why are there so many Peak Masters here…?

Are there two demonic cultivators…?

As the thought crossed his mind, another figure descended from the sky, clad in a moon-white dress, a golden crescent moon pendant swaying gently against her chest. Her beauty was breathtaking.

“Senior Sister Lan!”

“Senior Sister Lan is here!”

Excited cries erupted from the disciples.

Lan Mulian rarely left Two Polarities Peak, but her popularity within the sect remained unwavering. It was partly due to her status as the Sect Master’s only disciple, and partly due to her beauty and her kind treatment of others.

She smiled at the disciples, then flew towards the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Ye Yu was stunned.

If Master was right about Ling Long’s preference for solitude, there shouldn’t be so many Peak Masters visiting the Garden of Heavenly Harmony… Even Senior Sister Lan was here.

But if they weren’t visiting Ling Long, what were they doing here…?

As he pondered this question, Lan Mulian arrived at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

She frowned, seeing the two alluring women in the courtyard.

What are the Peak Masters of Dao Peak and the Peak of Celestial Secrets doing here…?

And are those pills on the table for Mu Zhi’an?

He wasn’t their disciple, as far as she knew…

Is it because of Ling Long?

But why would they give him pills meant for accelerating progress at the Foundation Establishment Realm instead of something Ling Long would appreciate?

As she pondered this mystery, Mu Zhi’an stretched languidly and stepped out into the courtyard, ready to greet the two Peak Masters.

He sensed a cold gaze and assumed it was Wei Mengrou. He was about to tease her when he saw the moon-white figure standing by the pond.

His heart skipped a beat.

Holy crap… Senior Sister is here too?!

 

Chapter 155: Ruthlessness is Key in Cultivation!

Evening descended upon the back mountain of Boundless Sea Peak.

Ying Guhuan sat languidly on her throne, her legs crossed elegantly, her gaze fixed on the entrance to the hall.

There were thirteen Seats within the Demon Realm, and she ranked seventh.

The rankings weren’t based on strength, but on the order in which they had joined the Demon Realm.

A thousand years ago, when she was still at the Qi Condensation Realm, she had left her impoverished village in the Northern Realm and joined the Demon Realm.

She had caught the eye of the Demon Realm Empress while at the Core Formation Realm, becoming the Seventh Seat and receiving a wealth of resources.

Few earned the Empress’s favor, and she was one of them.

She wasn’t the only demonic cultivator within the Two Polarities Sect. She had five trusted subordinates, each embedded within one of the main peaks.

These subordinates rarely contacted her, only reporting when something significant occurred.

The last report she had received was on a certain night not long ago.

It contained only one piece of information: Ye Yu’s Heavenly Dao Aura had vanished. The two most likely suspects were Mu Zhi’an and Bai Ruoxi.

She had examined Mu Zhi’an and confirmed he didn’t possess the aura.

Therefore, Bai Ruoxi was the most likely candidate.

However, considering the aura wasn’t a pressing matter, and she couldn’t be certain of the truth, she had taken no action.

But recently, Ye Yu had accused Bai Ruoxi of possessing the Heavenly Dao Aura.

And Mu Zhi’an had claimed it for himself…

It was a curious development.

She hadn’t sensed the aura when she had examined him…

A young disciple entered the hall, his voice clear and melodious. “Master, there’s a disciple requesting an audience.”

Ying Guhuan, who was playing with a strand of her hair, looked up.

“It’s Mu Zhi’an, an inner disciple of the Book Pavilion. He says he has something important to report,” the disciple continued.

Her secluded mountain retreat was rarely disturbed, even by Yi Hao, the Peak Master of Boundless Sea Peak. Mu Zhi’an was the first to be so bold.

“Mu Zhi’an?”

She tapped her finger on the armrest, her eyes narrowing. “Bring him in,” she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Mu Zhi’an, escorted by the disciple, entered the hall and found Ying Guhuan in the side chamber.

She wore a sheer red dress that revealed glimpses of her smooth, white skin. She sat with her legs crossed, sipping tea leisurely.

She was alluring and seductive, the red dress enhancing her captivating charm.

“Young Master Mu, shouldn’t you be tending to your Dao Companion? Why have you come to Boundless Sea Peak?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting.

“Do you have something important to discuss with me?”

Her eyes held a glimmer of anticipation.

He bowed respectfully. “Indeed, Senior. I have something to discuss with you.”

“What is it?”

He glanced around, then said, “Could you please dismiss the others?”

She raised an eyebrow, then gestured to the two disciples attending her. Once they had left, she invited Mu Zhi’an to take a seat.

“You’re only at the Eighth Stage of Foundation Establishment. You’re still far from the Core Formation Realm. Focus on your cultivation, young man. Don’t worry about other matters,” she said gently.

Her words were filled with warmth and concern, but her eyes held a predatory glint.

He chuckled wryly. “I would love to focus on my cultivation, Senior, but trouble seems to find me… You witnessed what happened today. I didn’t seek out conflict. Someone is trying to get revenge on me.”

She scoffed. “Bai Ruoxi, Ye Lingxuan, Ye Qian… they’re all highly sought-after beauties, even within the sect. And even your maid is a stunning woman.”

“Having a close relationship with one girl is one thing, but you’re involved with so many at once. It’s no wonder people resent you and seek revenge.”

“My conflict with Ye Yu started back in Tianxuan City. It’s not something I can control,” he sighed.

“As for the Third Prince, he tried to harass my sisters during the sect entrance examination. That’s how our conflict began. I never expected him to resort to such methods to harm those close to me.”

“It’s difficult to focus on cultivation with all these distractions,” he said, his voice laced with frustration.

She raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her tea.

She shifted her position, revealing a glimpse of her long, slender legs beneath her sheer red dress. “I’ll speak to the Enforcement Hall about the Third Prince. He’ll be confined to his quarters even after he returns to the Great Qian Dynasty. You won’t have to see him again.”

“What about Ye Yu?” he asked.

She fell silent.

If Bai Ruoxi truly possessed the Heavenly Dao Aura, she wouldn’t stand idly by.

It seems I came at the right time… He understood her silence. “Senior, are you the Seventh Seat?” he asked directly.

She stared at him, surprise flickering in her eyes. “How did you find out?” she asked, her voice low.

“Your subordinate revealed it before he died,” he replied.

She lifted his chin with her delicate finger, her touch sending shivers down his spine. “You know too much. Aren’t you afraid you won’t leave this hall alive?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

He took her hand in his, his gaze meeting hers. “My loyalty to you is unwavering, Senior. Heaven and earth can bear witness.”

She chuckled. “No one would believe you even if you reported me.”

“Tell me, what is your true purpose here?” She discreetly withdrew her hand, her eyes softening.

“You must have heard Ye Yu’s accusations about the Heavenly Dao Aura,” he said.

She nodded. “Yes, I know it’s within your vessel,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Is there another Heavenly Dao Aura within Bai Ruoxi?” she asked casually.

Her voice, soft and alluring, sent shivers down his spine. He almost blurted out the truth.

However, the Heavenly Dao Aura within him shielded his mind, snapping him out of his daze. He looked at her, a hint of fear in his eyes.

Was this demonic cultivator a fox in disguise? Her charm was far more potent than any woman he had encountered before… except for the Demon Realm Empress.

“There’s only one Heavenly Dao Aura, and it’s with me,” he said earnestly.

She narrowed her eyes, studying his handsome features. “Do you take me for a fool?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement as she traced the rim of her teacup with her finger.

“I wouldn’t dare deceive you, Senior. You’re far too intelligent.”

He set down his teacup and changed the subject. “At your level of cultivation, Senior, the Heavenly Dao Aura is probably useless, right? It chooses its master. If it recognized you, it would find its way to you eventually.”

He was referring to the fact that the Heavenly Dao Aura didn’t simply fly towards its chosen master. It subtly guided events to ensure its arrival. Bai Ruoxi’s Heavenly Dao Aura was a prime example.

“Forcing the Heavenly Dao Aura to submit… it seems pointless, unless you intend to return it to the Demon Realm,” he said.

“You’re right. Even if I obtained it, I would simply return it to the Demon Realm,” she said with a chuckle. “But doing so would earn me a reward. Why would I refuse such an opportunity?”

She paused, her gaze meeting his. “Unless… you can offer me something more enticing?”

Her voice was laced with a seductive drawl. Her red dress, seemingly too small for her curves, clung to her body, highlighting her voluptuous figure.

Her fragrance filled his senses, and her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Even Mu Zhi’an, a seasoned veteran of countless romantic encounters, felt his mouth go dry.

However, he didn’t avert his gaze. He met her eyes, his heart pounding as he savored her alluring presence.

He boldly took her hand in his, her skin soft and cool against his.

“I can’t offer you anything material, Senior. All I can offer is my sincerity.”

“There might be many Heavenly Dao Auras in this world, but only I can truly benefit you.”

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze unwavering. Even a simple gesture, coming from her, was filled with a seductive charm.

“You’re quite bold.”

“And clever.”

“So, what do you say, Senior Ying…?” he asked tentatively.

“Focus on your cultivation. Don’t worry about anything else. If you encounter any trouble, come to the back mountain and discuss it with me,” she said with a smile.

Relief washed over him.

“I’ll cultivate diligently, Senior Ying. I won’t disappoint you,” he said, bowing respectfully.

…

Mu Zhi’an left the back mountain of Boundless Sea Peak and found his maid waiting for him. “We can go now, Mengrou,” he said, approaching her.

She glanced at him, her expression softening as she saw his smile. She knew he had succeeded.

She summoned her flying sword, then asked, “She agreed?”

He nodded. “Whether Ruoxi has the Heavenly Dao Aura or not, she won’t pursue the matter further.”

Ye Yu had assumed that alerting the demonic cultivator within the sect would create a huge problem for Mu Zhi’an. However, he hadn’t anticipated that Mu Zhi’an was a double agent for the Demon Realm.

Or rather, he was a triple agent, a blade dancing between the Demon Realm and the Two Polarities Sect.

And he had already met his superiors.

“She doesn’t care about the Heavenly Dao Aura?” Wei Mengrou asked, her brow furrowed with disbelief.

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her slender waist, enjoying the scent of her hair. “The Heavenly Dao Aura is valuable.”

“But my Heavenly Dao Aura is even more valuable.”

Even without the aura, he would still be valuable to Ying Guhuan.

On one hand, she had the Heavenly Dao Aura, which she would have to surrender immediately upon obtaining it. On the other hand, she had his Innate Celestial Vessel, amplified by the Heavenly Dao Aura, and his connection to Ling Long.

The choice was obvious.

As expected of his most trusted maid, Wei Mengrou immediately understood. “You made her choose between you and the Heavenly Dao Aura?” she asked, her eyes widening.

If that was the case, Ying Guhuan’s decision was understandable.

Even if she handed over the Heavenly Dao Aura to the Demon Realm, all she would receive were pills and cultivation techniques.

While such rewards were tempting, they were ultimately external possessions.

True strength came from within.

Seeing his silence, she knew her guess was correct. She glanced at him, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

So that’s why he’s been receiving so many pills… The Peak Masters are all coveting his vessel, eager for him to reach the Core Formation Realm.

She steered the flying sword away from Boundless Sea Peak.

“Don’t go back yet, Mengrou. Take me to the Book Pavilion,” he said suddenly.

She glanced at him. “You’re going to see Master Yan?”

“Not Master Yan,” he said with a smile.

“I’m going to see the Princess.”

Princess Yongning had paid a million Spirit Stones on the Third Prince’s behalf. She definitely had an ulterior motive.

Even royalty wouldn’t part with such a sum without expecting something in return.

Judging by her tone when she had mentioned the Third Prince, she held no affection for him.

Which meant she needed him to do something for her.

What could a useless prince like him possibly do for her?

“What are you planning?” Wei Mengrou asked, her gaze fixed on him.

“The Princess is aware of everything that happens within the sect, but there are only one or two disciples with royal connections,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

“Where do you think she gets her information, Mengrou?”

She hesitated. “You’re saying she had the Third Prince report to her?”

“He was likely one of her sources,” he replied.

“So what does that have to do with you visiting her?”

“I’m going to be her new informant.”

He smiled. “The Third Prince’s mission ends once he leaves the sect.”

…

As they left Boundless Sea Peak, news of the events at the Pilgrimage Palace reached the ears of the Peak Masters.

Within the main hall of the Peak of Celestial Secrets, Yu Xuanji, clad in a black robe, sat in meditation atop a lotus flower floating in a pool of water. She read the report, a seductive smile gracing her lips.

It was almost certain now. Mu Zhi’an was an Innate Celestial Vessel.

Realization dawned on her.

So that’s why the Peak Masters had been showering him with pills… She had initially assumed it was because of his connection to Ling Long.

But they were simply trying to accelerate his progress to the Core Formation Realm.

The reason was obvious.

The effectiveness of an Innate Celestial Vessel increased with the user’s cultivation level.

Once Mu Zhi’an reached the Core Formation Realm, his vessel would be incredibly beneficial to Nascent Soul cultivators, even allowing them to break through their bottlenecks.

Each stage within the Nascent Soul Realm was like an insurmountable chasm, and an Innate Celestial Vessel could bridge that gap.

Those two sisters from Dao Peak and the founding Peak Master of Boundless Sea Peak… they’re truly ruthless in their pursuit of power…

She scoffed, tossing the report aside.

She glanced at the disciple beside her. “Send some Qi Gathering Pills to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony tomorrow.”

Despite her disdain, she knew… ruthlessness was key in cultivation.

 

Chapter 154: Utilize Everything, Including Yourself

Silence filled the air as Ying Guhuan stared at Mu Zhi’an, her usually calm gaze replaced by a burning intensity, as if she were looking at a rare treasure.

Yu Ziyan, clad in her Taoist robes, stood tall and elegant, the wind pressing the fabric against her curves.

The Peak Master of Dao Peak couldn’t hide the anticipation in her eyes.

During her earlier visit to Ling Long’s Dongtian, she had suspected a change in Mu Zhi’an’s vessel.

After all, she was incredibly sensitive to “Qi”, and she had indeed sensed the unique aura of an Innate Celestial Vessel while meditating at Dao Peak.

However, upon arriving at the Dongtian, she hadn’t detected any unusual changes in Mu Zhi’an, so she had reluctantly accepted his explanation that the aura had come from Ling Long.

But his simple statement had revealed a shocking truth.

The Heavenly Dao Aura was with Mu Zhi’an!

And it was within his vessel!

“Is that true, Young Master Mu?” Yu Ziyan asked, her voice gentle, her smile serene. “Is the Heavenly Dao Aura truly within your vessel?”

“Has your vessel undergone any changes?”

Her eyes, however, betrayed her eagerness.

Bai Ruoxi and the Ye sisters frowned, their intuition screaming that this Peak Master’s gaze was far from appropriate.

Even Ye Yu was stunned.

The Peak Masters’ reactions weren’t what he had expected.

Even if they didn’t covet a disciple’s treasure, they should at least inquire about the Heavenly Dao Aura.

Why were they focused on the vessel instead of the aura itself?

“What’s all the commotion about? Has someone offended my inner disciple again?”

A clear, melodious voice echoed from the sky.

They looked up to see a beautiful woman, clad in a black robe, descending gracefully. She exuded an aura of intelligence and charm.

Yan Ruyu’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Mu Zhi’an. She glanced at Ye Yu, then asked, “What are you two arguing about at the Pilgrimage Palace?”

Ying Guhuan frowned, and the smile on Yu Ziyan’s face faded.

This is troublesome…

They hadn’t expected Yan Ruyu to appear.

If the Heavenly Dao Aura was truly within Mu Zhi’an’s vessel, and he reached the Core Formation Realm… as an inner disciple of the Book Pavilion, how could he refuse Yan Ruyu’s requests?

And her beauty, coupled with her intelligence and the air of mystery cultivated through years of reading, was incredibly alluring to young men.

If the Master of the Book Pavilion beckoned, Mu Zhi’an would surely follow, body and soul.

Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Master Yan.”

She nodded, smiling warmly. “There’s no need for formalities between us.”

She glanced at the disciples, then at Ye Yu. “What happened here? This commotion even attracted the Peak Master of Dao Peak and Senior Ying.”

Her gaze shifted to Ying Guhuan.

She rarely leaves the back mountain of Boundless Sea Peak. Why has she been so active lately?

“Young Master Ye suspects me of stealing his Heavenly Dao Aura, Master Yan,” Mu Zhi’an replied respectfully.

Heavenly Dao Aura?

Yan Ruyu raised an eyebrow.

She was well aware of the value of such an ancient treasure.

To think Ye Yu once possessed such a treasure…

She glanced at Ye Yu, then back at Mu Zhi’an, her brow furrowing. “The Heavenly Dao Aura is an ancient treasure. Possessing it doesn’t guarantee ownership. It chooses its master.”

“Are you certain the Heavenly Dao Aura is with Mu Zhi’an?” she asked Ye Yu.

“He just admitted it!” he spat, glaring at Mu Zhi’an.

She was taken aback, glancing at her disciple in surprise.

This wasn’t like him…

Under their scrutiny, Mu Zhi’an replied calmly, “The Heavenly Dao Aura Young Master Ye mentioned is indeed with me.”

Yan Ruyu: “?”

Why did you just blurt that out?! How am I supposed to help you now?

As Yan Ruyu stared at him in disbelief, Mu Zhi’an recounted the events in Tianxuan City:

“I had a spar with Young Master Ye outside Tianxuan City. The Heavenly Dao Aura left him, and shortly after, I sensed it entering my vessel.”

“Master Yan, your suspicions were correct. I was the one emitting that unusual spiritual aura.”

“I received an opportunity within Senior Ling Long’s Dongtian, which caused the Heavenly Dao Aura to merge with my vessel. My spiritual energy underwent a transformation.”

“However, since I haven’t reached the Core Formation Realm yet, I can’t maintain that state constantly.”

“……”

Yan Ruyu’s eyes widened, her gaze fixed on him.

“The Heavenly Dao Aura is within your vessel?”

The disciples might be confused, but the Peak Masters, aware of his Innate Celestial Vessel constitution, understood the implications.

Once he reached the Core Formation Realm, the spiritual energy he transferred to others would be significantly amplified!

Seeing him nod, her eyes gleamed with excitement. “Since the Heavenly Dao Aura has chosen you, make good use of it. Do something meaningful,” she said, her voice filled with approval.

“I will, Master Yan,” he replied sincerely.

“Wait…”

Ye Yu stared at Mu Zhi’an, his voice laced with suspicion. “You’re just covering for Bai Ruoxi!”

“If the Heavenly Dao Aura is within you, how do you explain her monstrous cultivation speed?”

He had almost fallen for Mu Zhi’an’s trick again.

His target was Bai Ruoxi!

Mu Zhi’an had jumped in to protect her, claiming the Heavenly Dao Aura for himself… If the demonic cultivator within the sect examined Mu Zhi’an and couldn’t find the aura, the matter would be dropped.

The more readily Mu Zhi’an admitted to possessing the aura, the more likely it was that Bai Ruoxi actually had it!

Mu Zhi’an sighed. “Young Master Ye, the Heavenly Dao Aura you lost that day is indeed with me.”

“As for Ruoxi’s cultivation speed… that involves some personal secrets I’d rather not share. Please don’t make this difficult for me.”

He glanced at the Peak Masters, noting their subtle frowns.

They didn’t want anyone else to know about his Innate Celestial Vessel.

Ye Yu narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. “Cultivation is a personal journey. Are you claiming you can accelerate Lady Bai’s progress?”

“Don’t you know what your own Heavenly Dao Aura does?” Mu Zhi’an countered.

Bai Ruoxi’s Heavenly Dao Aura accelerated her absorption and refinement of spiritual energy, and its effects extended to those around her.

Ye Yu knew this.

“The Heavenly Dao Aura can indeed boost the cultivation speed of those nearby, but not to this extent,” he insisted, staring at Mu Zhi’an.

Bai Ruoxi had only been at the sect for a short time, yet she had already advanced from the First Stage to the Third Stage of Core Formation. It was impossible without the Heavenly Dao Aura.

Mu Zhi’an’s expression turned troubled.

Ye Yu smirked inwardly, about to press his advantage.

“Enough!”

The Peak Master of Dao Peak’s voice, cold and commanding, silenced them.

Ye Yu looked up at the beautiful Peak Master. “I understand you two have a history, but fighting within the sect is forbidden. If you have a grudge, settle it at the Immortal Ascension Ceremony in six months,” she said, her voice firm.

She paused, then continued, “As for Bai Ruoxi’s cultivation speed… whether she possesses the Heavenly Dao Aura or not is none of your concern.”

Yan Ruyu nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Regardless of whether she has the Heavenly Dao Aura, discussing such matters publicly is inappropriate. Don’t mention it again.”

They couldn’t risk more people discovering the secret of the Innate Celestial Vessel.

Ying Guhuan, though silent, also nodded in agreement.

With the three Peak Masters united, Ye Yu had no choice but to back down, however reluctantly.

He had achieved his objective.

Though he hadn’t been able to prove that Bai Ruoxi possessed the Heavenly Dao Aura, her rapid progress was undeniably suspicious. It couldn’t be explained without the aura.

If this news reached the demonic cultivator within the sect…

Mu Zhi’an would be in deep trouble.

Meanwhile, he would simply focus on his own cultivation and await the “opportunity” Master had mentioned!

He bowed, then left the Pilgrimage Palace.

Mu Zhi’an bid farewell to the Peak Masters and left with Bai Ruoxi and the Ye sisters, the eyes of the disciples following them.

Though most hadn’t heard the conversation, Ye Yu’s accusation had reached their ears.

And that was precisely what he had intended.

Ying Guhuan stood in the air above the Pilgrimage Palace, her loose robe billowing in the wind, revealing her alluring curves.

She watched Mu Zhi’an depart, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she twirled a strand of hair between her fingers.

It seemed Ye Yu’s suspicions were correct.

The demonic cultivator within the Two Polarities Sect wasn’t a fool.

There was no contradiction between Mu Zhi’an possessing the Heavenly Dao Aura and Bai Ruoxi possessing it as well.

After all, her cultivation speed was undeniably suspicious.

It couldn’t be explained solely by Mu Zhi’an’s “Innate Celestial Vessel.”

If Ye Yu’s Heavenly Dao Aura was truly with Bai Ruoxi… what should I do…?

She immediately had her answer: Bai Ruoxi and Mu Zhi’an were too close. She couldn’t act rashly.

After all… Mu Zhi’an was far more valuable than the Heavenly Dao Aura within Bai Ruoxi.

Her eyes flickered with a calculating glint.

…

After escorting Bai Ruoxi back to her room, Mu Zhi’an was about to leave when she spoke.

“My dear, have I caused you trouble again?” she asked softly, her voice filled with guilt.

Her usual delicate features were accentuated by her post-tribulation weakness, making her appear even more fragile and pitiful.

He sat down beside her bed. “This was bound to happen eventually. It’s fine,” he said with a smile.

Seeing the worry in her eyes, he continued, “The faster your cultivation progresses, the more people will suspect you of possessing the Heavenly Dao Aura.”

“But this is the Two Polarities Sect. No one would dare harm you here.”

“But there’s a demonic cultivator within the sect… What if they…” She was still worried.

Mu Zhi’an had admitted to possessing the Heavenly Dao Aura. What if the demonic cultivator targeted him…?

She wished she was stronger. If she had reached the Nascent Soul Realm, she could handle most threats with ease.

He gently stroked her hair, his fingers combing through her soft strands.

She wore a white dress embroidered with snow lotuses, her ample bosom straining against the fabric. Her lips were pale, a lingering effect of the tribulation.

She gazed at him, her eyes filled with concern.

He smiled warmly. “Just focus on recovering and cultivating.”

“Leave everything else to me.”

His own cultivation progress might be slow, but he could accelerate hers.

Perhaps his “heaven-defying talent” lay in his ability to support others.

His words calmed her anxieties. She blushed, lowering her eyes as she nodded softly.

He was right. She needed to recover and focus on becoming stronger… so that she could protect him from any threats.

Whether it was enemies or seductive temptresses.

Her gaze softened, and she pulled him closer, burying his face in her embrace.

She closed her eyes, savoring his presence, his warmth radiating against her skin.

Doesn’t she know this is suffocating…? He glanced up at her, seeing the blissful expression on her face. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb her.

Though he was struggling to breathe, it was a small price to pay for her happiness.

…

Ye Qian and Ye Lingxuan walked hand-in-hand back to their residence within the Jade Glass Palace.

Qian’er, her slender waist and blossoming figure accentuated by her dress and ribbon, frowned. “Sister, why does Brother Ye Yu always target Brother Mu?”

Lingxuan walked beside her, her voice soft. “I’m not sure.”

She didn’t know the reason for their animosity, but when she had investigated Mu Zhi’an, she had learned that their conflict had stemmed from an incident where Ye Yu had caused trouble at the Mu Manor.

And afterwards, Mu Zhi’an and Bai Ruoxi had grown closer.

Perhaps that was the root of their feud.

As for now… if Ye Yu’s Heavenly Dao Aura was truly with Mu Zhi’an, it was understandable why he harbored such hatred.

“If Brother Ye Yu and Brother Mu fight, whose side will you take, Sister?” Qian’er asked suddenly.

Lingxuan paused, then looked at her sister, who had stopped walking and was staring at her intently. She smiled after a moment. “I’ll take whoever’s side you choose, Qian’er.”

“Whose side will you choose?” she asked, her eyes twinkling playfully.

Qian’er blushed, lowering her head. “You’re always teasing me, Sister.”

If she hadn’t met Mu Zhi’an, she would have sided with Ye Yu out of loyalty to their family.

But now… the answer was obvious.

Lingxuan smiled at her blushing sister, then sighed inwardly.

What would Qian’er think if she discovered her relationship with Mu Zhi’an?

Perhaps it was time to have a serious conversation with her…

…

Mu Zhi’an, relishing the lingering scent of Bai Ruoxi’s embrace, left her room and stepped out into the courtyard.

“Mengrou, could you give me a ride?”

Wei Mengrou materialized before him, her expression cold and aloof. “Where are you going?”

She hesitated, then continued, “You admitted to possessing the Heavenly Dao Aura. Aren’t you worried about attracting unwanted attention?”

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “This is the sect. The disciples wouldn’t dare do anything here.”

“The real threat isn’t the disciples, but the demonic cultivator.”

Her eyes widened. “You mean… the founding Peak Master of Boundless Sea Peak?”

The Demon Realm’s objective was the Heavenly Dao Aura.

And both the aura within him and the one within Bai Ruoxi were targets for Ying Guhuan.

Being targeted by such a powerful being would be troublesome, even within the Two Polarities Sect.

He nodded. “That’s why I need you to take me to Boundless Sea Peak, Mengrou.”

“I need to have a talk with Peak Master Ying.”

“A talk…? What are you planning?” she asked, surprised.

He was going to confront the demonic cultivator residing in the back mountain of Boundless Sea Peak?

“I’m going to utilize everything I can,” he said, meeting her gaze, a smile playing on his lips.

“Including myself.”