Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 129: Mu Zhi’an Makes His Move!

At the Pilgrimage Palace, the vast square was surrounded by peach trees, their blossoms a vibrant pink, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty.

It was one of the most famous locations in the Two Polarities Sect.

And the main reason for its fame was the peach blossoms, and a legend associated with the palace.

“I heard from the other disciples that couples who visit the Pilgrimage Palace will stay together forever,” Bai Ruoxi said, walking beside Mu Zhi’an, her voice soft, a smile playing on her lips. “Mu Lang, let’s come here sometime.”

Who started that baseless rumor…? He nodded, smiling. “Alright. I’ll come with you.”

He remembered the paper cranes he had sent a few days ago, the words he had written.

It should be fine. The sect master, a shark like her, she wouldn’t openly agree to a date with a mere disciple.

But just in case, he would take Ruoxi here first, for a casual outing. It was better to be safe.

Once he had fulfilled her wish, she wouldn’t ask to come here again.

He glanced around at the disciples, noticing several familiar faces.

Huang Manting, Gongsun Cheng, Ye Yu, and even the girl from the Southern Wilderness he had seen in Ling Long’s Celestial Realm.

Her attire was different from the others, revealing her slender waist and long legs, her short boots adding a touch of exotic charm.

That waist, those legs, that unique beauty… She’s stunning.

He quickly looked away.

A responsible pond master had to control his desires, especially with his partner by his side.

Yi Hao stood on the platform, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the disciples, lingering on Mu Zhi’an, then on Bai Ruoxi and Wei Mengrou.

The disciples gathered here were all new recruits, having recently passed the entrance exams.

The inner disciple selections had been postponed due to the sect master’s orders, and today, they would finally choose the nine inner disciples.

A cultivator in white robes hovered in the air, his posture straight, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his voice clear and strong.

“The inner disciple selections will be decided by the peak lords and elders. You’ve all passed the entrance exams, proving yourselves to be exceptional talents. If you’re not chosen as inner disciples, you can still cultivate diligently. There will be another assessment in a few years, and you can become inner disciples then.”

“For this selection, you can spar with each other, demonstrating your strength and talent.”

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, the disciples’ eyes burning with a competitive fire.

Impressing the peak lords and elders, it could lead to an inner disciple position. It was a rare opportunity!

If they missed it, they would have to wait for the next assessment, years from now.

It was best to become an inner disciple now!

Disciples stepped onto the sparring platforms, eager to prove themselves.

They had clashed during the entrance exams, and this was their chance for revenge…!

And not only could they impress the sect’s leadership and settle old scores, they could also attract the attention of the female disciples, and even the female elders… It was a win-win-win situation!

If a female elder took a liking to them, they could become kept men. The thought was tantalizing…

Mu Zhi’an felt a hostile gaze upon him, and he looked up to see the Third Prince, his expression dark.

And standing beside him, chatting with another female cultivator, was Huang Manting, her golden dress accentuating her alluring figure, her beauty both regal and captivating…

Yong Ning, the Eldest Princess.

She seemed to sense his gaze, looking up at him, then she excused herself from her conversation and approached them.

Bai Ruoxi discreetly observed her, then glanced at Mu Zhi’an, who seemed unfazed, his gaze clear and steady, not lingering on the princess’s beauty. She relaxed, satisfied.

He smiled. “Princess Yong Ning, what brings you here?”

“You’re not a disciple of the sect, are you?”

She smiled gently. “I happened to arrive during the inner disciple selections, so I asked Sister Yan if I could observe. She agreed.”

“And I also wanted to see what kind of talents the Great Qian Dynasty has produced this year.”

She glanced at Bai Ruoxi, her smile widening. “This must be Bai Ruoxi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bai.”

“Greetings, Princess,” Bai Ruoxi replied, nodding politely, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“We’re in the Two Polarities Sect. There’s no need for formalities, Sister Ruoxi,” Yong Ning said, chuckling. “I heard you entered the sect without taking the exams. So you’re already at Core Formation?”

“I was simply lucky,” Bai Ruoxi replied modestly.

“Reaching Core Formation at such a young age, it’s not just luck.”

Yong Ning glanced at Mu Zhi’an, her brow furrowing slightly. “I heard you have a servant girl. Where is she today?”

“Mengrou doesn’t like to stand out. Please don’t mind her, Princess Yong Ning,” Mu Zhi’an replied, smiling.

She was disappointed.

She had been curious about the servant girl’s extraordinary talent, but if she didn’t want to appear, there was nothing she could do.

“Sister.”

The Third Prince approached, his handsome face framed by his four-clawed python robe, his gaze fixed on Yong Ning, a mixture of respect and something else in his eyes.

She nodded politely, but her demeanor was distant…

She hadn’t been so cold towards him before, but after he had asked to borrow one million spirit stones, her attitude had changed.

He turned to Mu Zhi’an, his eyes cold.

Mu Zhi’an seemed unfazed, smiling faintly. “Good morning, Third Prince.”

“Don’t act so innocent, Mu Zhi’an. I know what you’re thinking,” the Third Prince said coldly.

Mu Zhi’an sighed dramatically. “Third Prince, we’re fellow disciples. We have no deep hatred for each other. There’s no need to be like this.”

Yong Ning raised an eyebrow, nodding. “Young Master Mu is right. You’re both disciples of the sect. You’ll be seeing each other for a long time. There’s no need for such hostility…”

“Sister, he’s just a despicable scoundrel! He’s always cheating!” the Third Prince protested, glaring at Mu Zhi’an.

And Bai Ruoxi… He even dared to bring her here, risking her exposure!

Mu Zhi’an sighed. “Third Prince, I’ve never actively provoked you. I’ve only been defending myself. Is that wrong?”

He had indeed tricked the Third Prince a few times, but it was only after the Third Prince had initiated the conflict.

The Third Prince, raised in luxury and privilege, probably saw Mu Zhi’an as an insignificant ant that he could crush at any time.

But he didn’t realize that this wasn’t the Great Qian Dynasty. This was the Two Polarities Sect.

And within the sect, titles and backgrounds meant nothing.

“Do you dare to face me on the sparring platform, Mu Zhi’an?” the Third Prince challenged, his voice cold.

Bai Ruoxi frowned, her voice calm. “If you want to spar, Third Prince, I’m available.”

He ignored her, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an. “Are you going to hide behind a woman…?”

“I am. What are you going to do about it?” Mu Zhi’an chuckled, shaking his head.

He added, “I might be hiding behind a woman, but can you even defeat her…?”

“Bai Ruoxi is at Core Formation! I can’t defeat her, but can you?!” the Third Prince retorted angrily.

“I can suppress her with a single hand,” Mu Zhi’an replied calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.

Bai Ruoxi blushed, glancing at him, her eyes filled with a playful reproach.

Seeing the Third Prince’s anger, Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “If you don’t believe me, we can make another bet, for one million spirit stones. We’ll see if I can suppress her…”

He looked at the Third Prince, who seemed enraged, and he smiled.

“Fine.”

“Since you’re so eager for revenge, I’ll give you a chance.”

He noticed a few other gazes lingering on him, and he chuckled inwardly. It seems Ruoxi and I are both popular…

She was admired for her beauty and talent, while he was simply hated…

It couldn’t be helped. No matter what he did, there would always be those who disliked him, who envied him.

He wouldn’t change his ways for them.

They saw him being a kept man and they thought he was weak?

He chuckled inwardly, sensing their gazes.

He would give them a chance to reconsider…

Chapter 128: He is a Celestial Vessel! p2

The next morning, he woke up, the Heart-Binding Lock gone.

He glanced at Bai Ruoxi, who was still sleeping peacefully.

She was like a pristine snow lotus, her beauty both pure and alluring, her delicate features flushed from their activities.

A bead of sweat trickled down her neck, disappearing beneath her robe.

She held his arm, her warmth comforting, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, then sighed inwardly.

Mu Zhi’an, you can’t keep indulging like this. Tonight is for cultivation. You can’t be so decadent every day…

But it couldn’t be helped.

It was for her cultivation, after all.

It was the day of the inner disciple selections, but it was still early, so he didn’t wake her. He carefully slipped out of bed and left the room.

He opened the door, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin, then he heard a scoff.

He turned to see Wei Mengrou leaning against a pillar, her arms crossed, her ample bosom straining against her yellow dress, her figure alluring.

It’s nice to start the day with Mengrou’s disapproval… He smiled. “Good morning, Mengrou.”

“Why are you awake so early…? Are you nervous about the inner disciple selections…?”

She looked at him, her voice flat. “I was just worried you two would overdo it and miss the ceremony.”

She emphasized the word “overdo,” her tone laced with disdain.

“It’s not overdoing it. I was simply helping Ruoxi with her cultivation,” he said, defending himself with a straight face.

He studied her, then added, “I could help you as well, Mengrou. It’s a bit tiring, but I wouldn’t mind for your sake…”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring him.

After a moment, she asked, “Didn’t you say the Eldest Princess was delivering the spirit stones today?”

He nodded, smiling. “She’ll probably visit within the next two days.”

“For now, let’s focus on securing those inner disciple positions.”

She looked at him, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. “You seem confident.”

This wasn’t Tianxuan City. His background meant nothing here. The peak lords would only choose disciples with exceptional talent…

“If I can’t become an inner disciple, I’ll have to rely on you to support me, Mengrou. You wouldn’t abandon me, would you?” he asked, sighing dramatically.

She scoffed. “I can’t afford to support someone who two-times their partner.”

She imagined their roles reversed, him serving her tea, catering to her every whim…

It was difficult to picture…

He might be shameless, but he was also proud.

She didn’t realize that he had fantasized about being stepped on by her more than once.

“Be honest. Are you confident?” she asked.

If he wasn’t chosen as an inner disciple, she wouldn’t accept any offers either.

“Of course,” he replied calmly.

“So if a peak lord offers you an inner disciple position, accept it.”

He imagined the next sect tournament filled with his people. It would be amusing.

Sensing her continued concern, he smiled. “If all goes well, I won’t just have an inner disciple position. I’ll have options…”

There were many talented candidates this year, but the one who could be immediately useful and remain useful for a long time, it was him.

And he had Ling Long’s favor…

The peak lords, after careful deliberation, they surely knew who to choose…

Chapter 128: He’s a Celestial Vessel! p1

There were various physiques in the world of cultivation, each granting its possessor unique advantages.

Ye Lingxuan’s Natural Spirit Body gave her an exceptional affinity for spiritual energy, making her a gifted alchemist, her senses heightened, her control over the refining process precise.

Bai Ruoxi and Wei Mengrou also possessed unique constitutions. The former could wield an ancient bronze sword, while the latter had both extraordinary talent and terrible luck.

And then there was Mu Zhi’an.

His physique was unique…

He was a Celestial Vessel. It didn’t benefit his own cultivation, but for others, he was more valuable than any treasure.

Yan Ruyu sat at the tea table, her gaze fixed on the spot where Mu Zhi’an had vanished, her eyes filled with a thoughtful gleam.

She was certain. He was a Celestial Vessel.

That explained Junior Sister Lan’s interest in him.

If others found out, it would cause trouble, she thought to herself.

“What are you thinking about, Sister Yan?” a gentle, melodious voice asked, pulling her back to the present.

She turned to see Yong Ning, the Eldest Princess, her smile warm and welcoming, her beauty captivating.

She chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s nothing. Shouldn’t you go see him?”

She glanced towards the entrance of the library, where the Third Prince was still waiting.

“There’s no rush.”

Yong Ning looked at her half-brother, her smile turning playful. “Let him reflect on his actions.”

Yan Ruyu wasn’t interested in royal affairs, so she changed the subject. “You’re not here just to discuss poetry, are you?”

Yong Ning smiled. “You know me too well, Sister Yan.”

“My father sent me here to ask you something.”

Yan Ruyu nodded, her expression unsurprised. “Ask away.”

“Why do mortal emperors never live past a hundred years?” Yong Ning asked, her voice soft.

Normally, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could live for two hundred years. But the emperors of the Great Qian Dynasty, each possessing at least Foundation Establishment cultivation, had all died before reaching a hundred.

And Yong Ning’s father, the current Emperor, he desired immortality. He didn’t want to grow old and die.

“It’s the Heavenly Dao’s will,” Yan Ruyu replied calmly.

“A nation’s destiny, it’s not easily borne. Tell your father that an emperor and a cultivator, they cannot coexist.”

“The Heavenly Dao’s will…” Yong Ning echoed, her eyes filled with a thoughtful gleam.

Yan Ruyu looked towards the spot where Mu Zhi’an had vanished, her expression conflicted.

…

“Senior, I’ve chosen a technique. Please register it,” Ye Yu said, descending from the third floor of the library, bowing respectfully to the elderly man guarding the entrance.

The old man glanced at the technique, his eyes widening with surprise. “A second-grade technique…?”

Ye Yu felt a surge of pride, but he maintained his humble demeanor. “I was simply lucky.”

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Even for someone with great destiny, obtaining a second-grade technique was a rare occurrence. And he had found two in such a short time.

His destiny was far stronger than most Chosen Ones. It was the destiny of a true protagonist!

He handed his sect token to the old man, who registered the technique, and a faint light flashed on the token’s surface.

He left the library, the second-grade technique clutched in his hand.

Two or three female disciples followed him, eager to chat…

They had clearly overheard the old man’s words and deemed him worthy of their attention…

He smiled, enjoying their compliments.

“Master, what is it?” he asked, sensing the old man’s sigh within him.

“The Lone Star Sword Mu Zhi’an obtained… it’s far superior to the one you just chose,” the old man replied, his voice laced with a hint of regret.

Ye Yu’s heart sank. “The difference between second-grade techniques… it shouldn’t be that great, should it?” he asked.

“There’s not much difference between heaven-grade techniques… But the Lone Star Sword… it can evolve…”

“Evolve?”

“It might even become a top-tier heaven-grade technique.”

The old man sighed, not saying anything else.

His disciple’s talent and destiny were both exceptional. Even after being tricked out of a second-grade technique, he had still managed to find another one.

But some opportunities, once missed, they were gone forever.

And he might not even know how to evolve the Lone Star Sword. That was a small consolation.

Ye Yu’s smile vanished, replaced by a dark frown.

…

At the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Mu Zhi’an returned to his pavilion, studying the Lone Star Sword technique.

His talent was undeniable. After memorizing the movements and understanding the principles behind the technique, he felt a sense of clarity…

It was similar to the bronze sword Bai Ruoxi had used.

Focused and powerful.

It channeled spiritual energy into a single point, and after a single strike, most of the energy within his Vessel would be depleted.

Its power was immense, but its drawbacks were also significant…

“The inner disciple selections are tomorrow. I’m confident, but I should still practice…”

He sat on his bed, closing his eyes, focusing on the technique’s intricacies.

Bai Ruoxi entered the room, having just finished reading a book.

She wore blue embroidered shoes, and as she opened the door, she saw him meditating, his handsome face serene and focused.

She had once seen him as a useless wastrel, but now, her gaze softened, filled with affection.

“Mu Lang…” she called out softly.

“Talk to me later. I need to focus!” he replied, his voice firm.

There’s no need to be so harsh… She pouted, feeling a twinge of disappointment.

Most men with such a beautiful partner would be inseparable…

But he was already acting distant…

She looked away, resting her head on the table, watching him meditate.

Fifteen minutes passed, and he opened his eyes, his mind filled with the Lone Star Sword’s intricacies.

It’s incredibly powerful, but I need to use it carefully… And I need a suitable weapon… He thought to himself, his focus unwavering.

He glanced at Bai Ruoxi, her white dress accentuating her pale skin, her long hair flowing freely, her ample bosom pressed against the table as she leaned forward.

Only a well-endowed woman could achieve such a captivating pose.

She’s so voluptuous…

He couldn’t help but feel distracted… The Lone Star Sword vanished from his mind, replaced by her alluring figure. He stood up and walked towards her, taking her hand.

“What is it? Aren’t you busy cultivating, Young Master Mu?” she asked, her voice a playful complaint, her eyes filled with a mock resentment.

He looked at her, his voice serious. “I was wrong, Ruoxi.”

But his gaze was drawn to her cleavage…

So ample and fair…

She noticed his gaze, her eyes flickering. “I shouldn’t have disturbed you. But if you want to apologize, will you grant me a favor, Mu Lang?”

“Of course. I’ll do anything to apologize,” he replied, his voice filled with a mock sincerity.

He felt a cool sensation against his wrist and realized something.

“Ruoxi, what are you doing with the Heart-Binding Lock?”

“Wait… You’re supposed to use that on enemies, not on me—”

The lock snapped shut around his wrist.

He sighed dramatically. “If it makes you happy, it’s fine.”

He blew out the candle, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face, her eyes filled with a playful anticipation.

He couldn’t resist any longer. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

Chapter 127: The Eldest Princess Foots the Bill!

Who’s that beauty beside Master Yan? She looks familiar.

We must be destined… Mu Zhi’an’s gaze swept over Yan Ruyu, her mature beauty alluring, then landed on the woman beside her.

Her golden dress accentuated her curves, her shapely hips and ample bosom drawing the eye, her figure both elegant and seductive.

Her golden hair ornaments added a touch of nobility to her appearance.

She didn’t look like a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect. She seemed more like a princess…

And even an ordinary princess would struggle to carry off such an ostentatious outfit, but she wore it with an effortless grace, her aura both regal and captivating…

As he tried to guess her identity, Yan Ruyu approached, smiling. “Did you find a suitable technique?” she asked, her voice a mental message.

He snapped out of his thoughts, bowing respectfully. “I did, Master Yan. Thank you for your generosity. If there’s anything I can do for you in the future, I’ll gladly assist you…”

She smiled faintly. “I’m glad you found one.”

She wasn’t particularly invested in his words. The gap between Nascent Soul and Foundation Establishment was vast. He wouldn’t be able to help her for at least a few decades.

And her only problem was her bottleneck at the third level of Nascent Soul. It wasn’t something that could be solved with outside help…

Sensing his gaze on the other woman, she said, “This is Yong Ning, the Eldest Princess of the Great Qian Dynasty. She occasionally visits the library to discuss literature…”

The Eldest Princess… The Emperor’s daughter…? He bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Princess Yong Ning. I am Mu Zhi’an.”

She smiled gently. “You’re a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect, Young Master Mu. There’s no need to be so formal…”

Her voice was clear and melodious, her smile warm and welcoming.

She’s different from the royals I’ve met… If it were the Third Prince, he would just snort haughtily, emphasizing his superiority… He returned her smile.

Yan Ruyu glanced around the hall. “This isn’t a suitable place for conversation. Let’s move.”

She waved her sleeve, and they vanished from the third floor, taking Mu Zhi’an with them.

Ye Yu stared after them, his mind reeling.

Even a fool could see that Master Yan was close to Mu Zhi’an… She hadn’t even mentioned his cheating…

But she was a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Why would she lower herself to speak with a mere Foundation Establishment disciple?

Could it be… she was interested in him and wanted to recruit him as an inner disciple?

The thought seemed absurd…

Back in Tianxuan City, Mu Zhi’an had been welcomed by the family leaders and elders because he was the Mu family’s eldest son. They would have treated him politely regardless of his cultivation.

But in the Two Polarities Sect… his background meant nothing. What could she possibly see in him?!

A mere fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, receiving the attention of a high-ranking elder before him?!

He glared at the spot where they had vanished, his heart filled with resentment and injustice.

A jade slip drifted past him, and he snapped out of his thoughts, reaching out and catching it.

He looked down at it.

…Another second-grade technique!

His eyes lit up with excitement.

So what if Mu Zhi’an had tricked him out of a technique?

His great destiny could bring him one second-grade technique, it could bring him another.

And that fraud, relying on connections, he would be exposed eventually!

…

Near the library, a pavilion floated in the air, the view from its windows revealing a vast, misty abyss.

Mu Zhi’an sat at a tea table, facing Yan Ruyu and the Eldest Princess, his thoughts racing.

He hadn’t expected the Eldest Princess to have such extensive connections… knowing even the high-ranking elders of the Two Polarities Sect.

Yong Ning seemed to sense his gaze, looking up at him, her smile gentle and welcoming. “Is something the matter, Young Master Mu?”

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nothing… I was just surprised to see that you two are friends…”

“Master Yan is both a friend and a teacher to me. She’s taught me many things. In a way, she’s my mentor…” she replied, her voice soft. “I came to the Two Polarities Sect to ask her some questions.”

She paused, then added, “But after arriving, I heard about yesterday’s incident…”

“And I heard from Master Yan that you were here, so I asked to meet you.”

Yesterday’s incident… She must be referring to the Third Prince…

He sipped his tea, looking at her, her beauty both elegant and intimidating… “What are your thoughts on the matter, Princess Yong Ning?”

“I’ll pay the one million spirit stones for him,” she replied calmly.

She might have a gentle smile, but she’s definitely the dominant type… He made a mental note of his observation.

In the modern world, she would be a CEO, treating her employees and clients with a polite smile, but her authority unquestionable…

She might seem approachable, but getting close to her would be difficult…

“Are you and the Third Prince close?” he asked.

She shook her head, smiling. “We’ve barely spoken.”

The imperial palace was vast. They only interacted during occasional banquets. They rarely saw each other.

“You’re truly a kind woman, Princess Yong Ning,” he said, his voice filled with mock sincerity, then he glanced at her storage ring.

He didn’t care who paid, as long as he received the spirit stones.

She shook her head, smiling. “Don’t worry, Young Master Mu.”

“I’ll deliver the spirit stones to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony within two days.”

She looked towards the entrance of the library, then continued, “But not now.”

He glanced back and saw the Third Prince standing there, his four-clawed python robe a symbol of his status.

Ning Long.

He looked away, nodding. “It’s fine. I’m not in a hurry.”

She wasn’t close to the Third Prince, yet she was willing to pay one million spirit stones for him… It wasn’t out of kindness. She had her own reasons…

He didn’t know what she wanted, and he didn’t care.

The imperial court was a complex place. It was only natural for their relationships to be complicated…

He would simply wait for the good news at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

The Eldest Princess would foot the bill.

They sat in the pavilion for a while, watching the Third Prince, who was still waiting at the library entrance, then Mu Zhi’an bowed.

“Master Yan, Princess Yong Ning, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

He paused, then asked, “Where can I find books on formations, Master Yan?”

“You want to learn formations?” she asked, her gaze meeting his, then she remembered his performance in the Trial Forest, smiling. “You do have some talent…”

“I’ll have some suitable books delivered to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.”

She paused, then added, “I need to confirm the technique you chose from the library.”

He retrieved the Lone Star Sword from his storage ring.

“A second-grade technique?” Yong Ning asked, her eyes widening with surprise.

Yan Ruyu was also surprised, studying him with renewed interest.

She had thought a third-grade technique would be the best he could hope for, but his destiny had attracted a second-grade…?

“Your destiny is quite strong,” she said, smiling, her impression of him improving.

“I was just lucky,” he replied modestly.

He had simply encountered Ye Yu and taken advantage of the situation…

She reached out, her spiritual sense sweeping over him, recording the technique.

He had been at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment during the trial, and now he was at the sixth… It seemed he was both talented and diligent…

She nodded, her gaze filled with approval, then she was about to withdraw her hand when her spiritual sense brushed against his Vessel, and she froze, her expression shifting subtly.

Two Vessels…

Normally, a cultivator could only have one Vessel. Spiritual energy could only condense into one.

There was only one explanation for him having two.

He was a Celestial Vessel.

She looked at him, understanding dawning on her.

Junior Sister Lan must have known about this and kept it a secret.

As for why…

She touched her lips, her eyes filled with a knowing smile.

…

P2

Perhaps the next one would be a second-grade, or even a first-grade…?

It was like gambling, always believing the next draw would be the winning one, but never actually winning.

But at least his gambling didn’t cost anything.

He soon made another discovery. The techniques he had discarded, they reappeared shortly after, falling into the hands of other disciples.

He tested his theory several times, then he was certain.

“So, the techniques I discard, they don’t disappear immediately. They continue to circulate for a while…?”

He watched as the disciples obtained the techniques he had discarded.

After browsing for a while longer, he was about to choose a suitable third-grade technique and leave when he felt a cold gaze upon him.

He turned to see Ye Yu.

What a coincidence… He smiled and waved.

But Ye Yu interpreted his gesture as mocking and his eyes narrowed, his anger flaring.

He quickly suppressed his emotions.

He was here to obtain a technique. Starting a conflict wouldn’t be wise. He needed to focus on improving his strength!

He ignored Mu Zhi’an, focusing his spiritual sense, searching for valuable techniques.

He suddenly felt something, his eyes snapping open as he reached for a scroll hovering in the air.

He stared at the scroll in his hand, his eyes widening with excitement.

It was a second-grade technique: the Lone Star Sword!

He had only been here for a short while, and he had already found a second-grade technique! This was the power of great destiny!

He felt a surge of excitement, then hesitation.

He was excited about the technique, but he had only just arrived. Perhaps there were even better techniques…

Another technique drifted past him, and he reached for it.

But this time, it was like a phantom, slipping through his fingers.

“What’s going on…?” He frowned, then he noticed a commotion nearby.

Mu Zhi’an had also caught a technique, but he glanced at it, then casually tossed it aside, his gaze lingering on Ye Yu’s second-grade technique, his expression filled with disdain.

He looked away, then reached out, catching another technique.

Ye Yu froze, his eyes widening with realization. “So, you can only hold one technique at a time. You have to discard it before you can get another one…”

He quickly discarded the Lone Star Sword.

Another technique drifted past him, and he reached for it.

But it was like a mirage, visible but untouchable, as if it wasn’t truly there…

What’s happening…?

He turned to look at Mu Zhi’an, who had easily caught another technique.

A fourth-grade technique.

So the higher the grade, the harder it is to obtain…?

He’s stuck with those low-grade techniques… He scoffed inwardly, ignoring Mu Zhi’an, focusing on the techniques appearing and disappearing around them.

He managed to catch a few more, but they were all fourth or fifth-grade. Even third-grade techniques were rare.

“Was that second-grade technique truly that rare…?”

His expression darkened as he realized the value of the technique he had discarded.

The techniques were attracted by his destiny. The stronger his destiny, the more likely he was to attract high-grade techniques.

The Lone Star Sword… it was probably the best he could hope for with his current destiny.

And he had thrown it away…

He glared at Mu Zhi’an, his resentment growing.

If not for him, he wouldn’t have discarded the technique.

But at least Mu Zhi’an’s destiny couldn’t attract high-grade techniques either…

As he thought this, he saw Mu Zhi’an reach out and catch another technique.

It was the Lone Star Sword!

Mu Zhi’an looked at the technique in his hand, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

A second-grade technique… it’s enough.

One had to be content.

Ye Yu froze, staring at him, a thought flashing in his mind: He was tricking me?!

It was clear that second-grade techniques were rare within the library.

He had believed his great destiny would attract even better techniques, but it seemed even a Chosen One struggled to find second-grade techniques, let alone first-grade…

And he had thrown away the Lone Star Sword… and it had fallen into Mu Zhi’an’s hands?!

And why was Mu Zhi’an able to catch every technique so precisely…? He had never missed.

He glared at the jade slip in Mu Zhi’an’s hand, his heart filled with a mixture of confusion and rage.

No one in this realm could guarantee they would catch every technique.

No one!

Except for Mu Zhi’an.

That despicable scoundrel… he was clearly cheating…

He was about to stop him as he turned to leave, but a commotion erupted near the entrance.

The disciples turned to look and saw two women approaching.

The leader wore a loose black robe, her ample bosom straining against the fabric, her slender waist accentuated by a ribbon, her long, shapely legs visible beneath her robe, her figure alluring.

She smiled gently, her gaze sweeping over the disciples.

It was Yan Ruyu, the master of the library.

Beside her walked another woman, her golden dress a symbol of wealth and status. She carried herself with an elegance that belied the ostentatious attire, two strands of hair framing her delicate face.

Her golden hair ornaments shimmered with each step, emphasizing her noble bearing.

Her smile was warm and welcoming.

It was Yong Ning, the Eldest Princess of the Great Qian Dynasty!

Ye Yu’s gaze was drawn to her, and after a moment, a thought flashed in his mind.

The master of the library rarely left her domain. Could it be that she was here because she had discovered Mu Zhi’an’s cheating…?

Or perhaps they were here for another reason… The Third Prince had just caused a scene at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Perhaps she was here to address the issue?

He watched as they approached Mu Zhi’an, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

If he was truly cheating, perhaps he could reclaim the Lone Star Sword…

Chapter 126: This Woman Is Destined for Me! p1

The Third Prince sat in his pavilion, his tea cold and untouched.

His expression was stormy.

It was understandable. After all, he had just suffered a humiliating defeat.

One million spirit stones!

Even for a prince, producing such a sum was a challenge.

But because of his oath and his pride, he had to pay, even if it meant swallowing his pride.

And if word of this incident spread, he would become a laughingstock within the imperial court.

Even within the Two Polarities Sect, rumors of him falsely accusing a fellow disciple were already circulating.

Bai Ruoxi was clearly a demonic cultivator…

He remembered the events of the previous day, Mu Zhi’an’s smug expression as he had manipulated the situation, and his anger surged, his grip tightening on his teacup.

Crack.

A thin crack appeared on the cup’s surface, then it shattered in his hand, tea spilling onto the floor.

He looked up at a disciple who had just entered, his voice cold. “What is it?”

Still trying to act tough? The disciple scoffed inwardly, but his voice remained respectful. “Your Highness, we can recall the letter we sent to the palace.”

The Third Prince frowned.

He had written a letter after returning, instructing his confidant to prepare one million spirit stones.

But now this disciple was saying he could recall the letter…?

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice sharp.

“The Eldest Princess left the palace a few days ago. She arrived at the Two Polarities Sect this morning, and it seems she’s aware of what happened yesterday…”

His anger evaporated, replaced by a wave of panic. “My sister is here…?” he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

The Eldest Princess had close relationships with many in the Two Polarities Sect. She was even friends with the master of the library, sharing her love of books. She often visited Yan Ruyu.

She was probably here to see her.

And with her status, she would surely have one million spirit stones.

If he asked her for help, he could avoid the gossip back home.

She wouldn’t spread rumors…

But would she lend him the money?

He was the son of a consort, while she was the Empress’s daughter.

Their relationship was distant.

If he asked her, he would surely be scolded…

He frowned. “Where is she?”

“Someone saw her going to the library,” the disciple replied.

He hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll go to the library.”

“Your Highness, the vice peak lord instructed me to tell you: avoid any further conflicts with Mu Zhi’an,” the disciple said as he stood up.

He froze, looking at the disciple. “The vice peak lord told you that?”

The disciple nodded, and his expression darkened.

Mu Zhi’an was clearly harboring a demonic cultivator, yet he was supposed to tolerate it…?

It was clear that his uncle, because of Ling Long, was also afraid.

Even the other peak lords were…

It was understandable. Mu Zhi’an had Ling Long’s backing.

But a demonic cultivator was a demonic cultivator. If Bai Ruoxi was exposed, even Ling Long couldn’t deny it, could she?

He clenched his fists, brushing the tea from his sleeve, then he stormed out of the pavilion.

After completing the necessary procedures, Mu Zhi’an was led to the top floor of the library, where he found Yan Ruyu waiting for him.

She wore a loose black robe, her hair flowing freely.

She didn’t seem particularly striking at first glance, but he, a seasoned connoisseur of beauty, could imagine the alluring curves hidden beneath her robe.

“Greetings, Master Yan,” he said, bowing.

She looked up at him, smiling. “Have a seat.”

Her voice was gentle, her demeanor humble despite her status, her aura intelligent and mature, like a teacher’s. She studied him, his silence and apparent nervousness… amusing…

“Relax. You’re close to Bai Ruoxi, aren’t you? Just talk to me like you would talk to her,” she said, her voice soothing.

I usually end up in bed with Ruoxi… He maintained his respectful demeanor. “You’re my senior, Master Yan. I have to show you respect…”

He paused, then added, his voice filled with mock sincerity, “But I do feel relaxed talking to you. It’s like talking to my neighbor’s older sister…”

He sighed dramatically, as if truly enamored…

She smiled, seemingly pleased by his words. She poured him a cup of tea. “There was quite a commotion at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony yesterday.”

He sipped his tea, sighing. “I just wanted to be a good person, Master Yan, but trouble always seems to find me…”

She nodded. “Conflicts between disciples are inevitable. But within the sect, we don’t resort to violence…”

She paused, then asked, “Do you have a preferred peak for the inner disciple selections?”

He chuckled, his voice filled with mock humility. “You flatter me, Master Yan. With my limited talent, I’ll be grateful to be chosen at all. I wouldn’t dare to choose…”

She smiled faintly. “Besides the nine peaks, the library and the Enforcement Hall can also choose inner disciples.”

Her words carried a subtle implication…

“But I heard you haven’t actively recruited an inner disciple in a long time,” he said, his voice laced with surprise.

The master of the library was known for her indifference towards the sect tournament and disciple cultivation. While the other peaks had been fighting over candidates for years, she had remained aloof…

But now she was interested in recruiting an inner disciple?

“I might not have recruited actively in the past, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested now,” she replied, her posture straight, her smile gentle.

“Junior Sister Lan and I are close. I trust her judgment.”

All signs pointed to Mu Zhi’an possessing secrets… secrets that had even made the three peak lords cautious.

That alone was enough to intrigue her…

“If I could become an inner disciple of the library, I would be eternally grateful, Master Yan,” he said, bowing, feigning loyalty.

She smiled. “There’s no need to rush. Think carefully.”

She paused, then added, her voice filled with gentle concern, “After joining the sect, you can choose a cultivation technique from the library. You haven’t been there yet, have you?”

He shook his head, and she continued, “Go to the third floor. If you find a technique that resonates with you, simply take it. Consider it a welcome gift…”

He smiled, bowing. “Thank you, Master Yan!”

The master of the library wasn’t a shark like the sect master, but she was still a big fish…

With her beauty and her aura, she would be the perfect teacher in the modern world, a ruler in her hand, her figure alluring, glasses perched on her nose.

She was exquisite… Her only flaw was her age, which was probably several times his… But it wasn’t a problem. In the cultivation world, age was irrelevant…

She smiled. “Go.”

She waved her hand.

The scenery shifted, and he found himself in a spacious hall.

A few disciples were scattered around, jade slips, scrolls, and ancient texts, representing various cultivation techniques, appearing and disappearing randomly.

The disciples reached for the techniques, but most only grasped empty air…

The third floor of the library contained countless techniques, even some first-grade techniques, treasures that could transform a cultivator’s life.

New disciples were allowed one visit to the library.

But whether they found a valuable technique or not… it depended on luck…

If their destiny was strong, they would attract rare and powerful techniques.

That was one of the reasons why cultivators sought Ling Long’s destiny inheritances. They could significantly improve one’s chances in all aspects of cultivation.

Of course, if they didn’t want to rely on luck, they could choose a technique from the second floor.

But the techniques on the second floor were only up to the sixth grade. Fifth-grade and higher techniques could only be obtained through chance on the third floor.

A jade slip drifted past him, and he reached out, easily catching it in his hand.

He looked at the words inscribed on the surface: ____.

“A third-grade technique?!” He was surprised. He reached for another technique, but this time, he only grasped a phantom…

He remembered Yan Ruyu’s words, a realization dawning on him.

He tossed the third-grade technique, and it vanished into thin air.

He reached out again.

He easily caught another technique.

It was clear that she had granted him some privilege… allowing him to obtain any technique he wanted.

She’s so generous… He chuckled inwardly.

It was like receiving a cheat code from the game developers, allowing him to keep drawing until he obtained the desired item…

But it was a significant favor. He couldn’t help but feel indebted…

For her, it might have been a trivial gesture, but for him, and for most disciples, it was a precious gift…

After all, a suitable cultivation technique could transform a cultivator’s path.

But there was nothing he could do for her, yet.

Well, there was one thing…

It’s not that I’m being lustful… I just feel like she’s been stuck at that bottleneck for a while, and I want to help her…

He remembered her alluring figure, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.

He spent nearly half an hour browsing the third floor, searching for a technique that suited him…

He found a few more third-grade techniques, but he hadn’t seen any second-grade or first-grade techniques yet.

First and second-grade techniques were also known as heaven-grade. They weren’t common… Even encountering one was a rare occurrence.

It seems a third-grade technique is the best I can hope for. He sighed inwardly.

But it was still early. He could try his luck again.

Chapter 125: I’m a Devoted Man, I Only Like Beautiful Women p2

He returned to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony and found Bai Ruoxi in a nearby pavilion, her beauty serene and captivating.

She sat amidst a lush garden, her white dress accentuating her ample bosom, a book in her hand, her long hair tied back with a jade hairpin, a few strands framing her face, giving her an air of effortless elegance.

She was cold and aloof in public, but with him, she revealed her vulnerable side.

With a bosom like that, can she even see the words…? He chuckled inwardly, then called out to her. “Ruoxi.”

He brought two bowls of crane stew, placing them beside her.

She looked up, her eyes brightening as she saw him, her gaze filled with affection, but she remained silent, maintaining her composure.

Even after several cultivation sessions, she was still shy, especially in broad daylight. And she had been raised with strict etiquette.

“What are you reading?” he asked, glancing at the book in her hand.

She seemed startled, quickly hiding the book behind her back, her voice a forced laugh. “It’s just something to pass the time. Nothing important…”

If it’s not important, why are you hiding it so carefully…? He studied her, his gaze lingering on the book, then he smiled. “If you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. Try this stew. Yi Hao only has a few of these cranes, and he treasures them.”

“We might not have another chance to enjoy this delicacy…”

She nodded, discreetly placing the book in her storage ring, then she picked up a bowl and sipped the stew gracefully.

He watched her, noticing something different about her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her beauty even more captivating…

It must be related to the book she was reading…

But everyone had their secrets. He wouldn’t pry.

He also enjoyed the stew, savoring the luxurious lunch.

After they finished eating, he sat beside her, and they shared a few intimate moments, then she spoke, her voice filled with excitement. “I think I’m about to break through to the second level of Core Formation!”

She looked at him, her eyes sparkling, as if waiting for his praise…

“You’re amazing, Ruoxi,” he said, his voice filled with mock admiration.

She smiled, her expression softening, then she lifted her chin slightly, feigning indifference.

“It’s nothing special…”

Still trying to act cool… He playfully slapped her hip.

She gasped, glaring at him, her voice a soft complaint. “What was that for~?”

She seemed angry, but her blush betrayed her shyness…

He chuckled, not responding.

Even at the second level of Core Formation, he could still handle her…

“But is it wise to break through now?” she asked, her voice laced with a sudden concern.

The Third Prince had just caused a commotion. If her cultivation increased, she might release more demonic aura.

“Don’t worry. Ling Long is here. Do you think anyone would suspect you…?” he said, smiling.

It was just like he had said before.

The boy who cried wolf, no one believed him the second time…

She nodded, glancing at his hand, which was wandering towards her waist, her voice a mixture of shyness and exasperation. “…Let go… I need to focus on my breakthrough and the tribulation…”

He reluctantly removed his hand.

She’s too shy… He couldn’t explore other activities…

It would be a different experience to be intimate in the garden…

He looked at her, her beauty captivating, a flicker of regret in his eyes.

Storm clouds gathered in the sky, and he looked up to see Wei Mengrou standing beneath them, her sword strapped to her back, her figure a vision of power and grace…

Mengrou has broken through as well…

He felt a surge of external spiritual energy entering his Vessel, its quality exceptional, almost as potent as the energy he received from dual cultivating with Bai Ruoxi.

He was about to reach the sixth level of Foundation Establishment!

The Eight Treasures Crane, a treasure that could only benefit a cultivator once… He exchanged a glance with Bai Ruoxi, then they both retreated to their rooms to prepare for their breakthroughs.

The next morning, at the library, the neutral faction of the Two Polarities Sect, a place visited by nearly every disciple, seeking knowledge and techniques, Yan Ruyu sat on the ninth floor, her alluring figure accentuated by her thin robe, reading a report from one of her informants.

The report detailed the Third Prince’s actions at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

It was a factual account, devoid of any personal opinions…

It was an informant’s duty to provide unbiased information. Their personal views would only cloud their master’s judgment.

Yan Ruyu would make her own decisions.

She frowned as she read the report, her thoughts racing.

The Third Prince was related to the vice peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak. He had borrowed the Demon Measuring Ruler from Ning Shuwen, and it had even detected demonic aura in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

But Ning Shuwen had retreated shortly after arriving.

Then the three peak lords had also visited the pavilion, only to leave soon after…

If there truly was a demonic cultivator, why would they have given up…?

But if there wasn’t… why had the ruler reacted…?

She pondered for a moment, then began to write.

She folded the letter, handing it to an informant, smiling.

“Deliver this to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Don’t let anyone notice you…”

At the Jade Glass Palace, in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Mu Zhi’an opened his eyes, feeling the surge of spiritual energy within his Vessel, his mind clear and refreshed.

It’s a shame the Eight Treasures Crane only works once… Otherwise, I could eat one every day and reach Core Formation in no time… He sighed, a flicker of regret in his eyes.

He opened the door, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin, then glanced at Wei Mengrou, who was standing in the courtyard, lost in thought.

Has Mengrou grown again…? He discreetly observed her, his gaze lingering on her bosom, which seemed even more ample than before.

She seemed to sense his gaze, turning to look at him, her expression flat. “What are you looking at?”

He chuckled, unfazed. “Did you reach the sixth level of Core Formation yesterday, Mengrou?”

She nodded, then, after a moment of hesitation, murmured, “Thank you.”

He smiled. “If you truly want to thank me, how about offering yourself…?”

She glared at him, her voice cold. “Get lost.”

He chuckled.

That’s more like it…

If she suddenly became gentle and affectionate, it would be unsettling…

He was used to her coldness.

She suddenly looked up, noticing an informant approaching discreetly.

The informant, their face veiled, entered the pavilion and bowed respectfully, handing Mu Zhi’an an invitation.

“Master Yan invites you to the library, Young Master Mu.”

He took the invitation, opening it and scanning the contents, a smile playing on his lips.

The inner disciple selections were in two days, but it seemed the competition had already begun…

Chapter 125: I’m a Devoted Man, I Only Like Beautiful Women p1

Metamorphic Jewel Peak.

Ren Ka Tai, the peak lord, sat on his throne in the grand hall, towering above the clouds.

He was the son of the Jade Pool Empress Mother of the Eastern Realm. He had joined the Two Polarities Sect a hundred years ago, earning the favor of the founding peak lord, and thirty years ago, he had succeeded his master, becoming the new peak lord.

He was one of the younger peak lords.

But in the last sect tournament, Metamorphic Jewel Peak had ranked in the middle. This year, their goal was to reach the top three.

It wasn’t an impossible goal.

If they recruited a talented disciple and nurtured them properly, they could surely achieve it.

Most of the promising candidates this year were from Tianxuan City… It was to be expected. The city was blessed with abundant spiritual energy and a history of producing exceptional individuals.

But the other peaks were surely competing for those candidates. If they didn’t offer something enticing, they might not be able to secure the disciples they wanted.

Metamorphic Jewel Peak could offer everything the other peaks could, and they had one more irresistible advantage…

…Spirits…

The spirits they had imbued were rare and valuable.

And several of this year’s candidates were worthy of them.

Ren Ka Tai tapped his finger against the armrest, lost in thought.

“What brings you here today?” he asked, looking up as Ning Shuwen, the vice peak lord, entered the hall.

Ning Shuwen usually spent his time refining weapons or researching spirit imbuement. The two peak lords rarely interacted.

“Senior Ling Long has appeared,” Ning Shuwen said, his expression grim.

Ren Ka Tai chuckled. “She appears every few years to bestow destiny upon the disciples… Who received it this time? Bai Ruoxi? Or Ye Lingxuan?”

Ning Shuwen shook his head. “It’s not about that. It’s something else.”

Under the peak lord’s intense gaze, he continued, “She’s currently residing at a disciple’s pavilion.”

Ren Ka Tai’s smile vanished. “Who?”

“Mu Zhi’an.”

His eyes flickered. “She’s staying with him?”

He pondered for a moment, then asked, “Does anyone else know?”

“The peak lords of Dao Peak, Pure Yang Peak, and Boundless Sea Peak know, but they’ll probably keep it a secret.”

Ren Ka Tai shook his head. “They might not be able to. The library will surely find out first.”

The library and the Enforcement Hall were both neutral factions, and they were close. Yan Ruyu rarely left the library, but she was well-informed about the sect’s affairs.

It was because the Enforcement Hall provided her with intelligence.

We have to act quickly… he thought to himself.

He hadn’t considered Mu Zhi’an for an inner disciple position.

But if he had been chosen by Ling Long… it changed everything.

Seeing the thoughtful expression on his face, Ning Shuwen hesitated, then said, “The Third Prince went to the Jade Glass Palace earlier… The Demon Measuring Ruler reacted to Senior Ling Long’s demonic aura and shattered…”

Ren Ka Tai snapped out of his thoughts, staring at him, his silence heavy.

While they were both peak lords, their authority differed significantly, and Ning Shuwen felt the pressure of his gaze.

“You gave him permission to investigate?” Ren Ka Tai asked, his voice sharp, his eyes piercing.

“I thought if there truly was a demonic cultivator, apprehending them wouldn’t be a loss… But I didn’t expect Senior Ling Long to be there.”

Ning Shuwen wiped the sweat from his forehead, quickly adding, “Don’t worry, Peak Lord. Mu Zhi’an didn’t complain. He only punished Ning Long.”

Ren Ka Tai’s expression softened slightly. “He’s quite tactful. Prepare two spirit imbued weapons from the armory. We’ll need them for the inner disciple selections in two days.”

No other peak had as many magical weapons as Metamorphic Jewel Peak.

“Two…?”

Ning Shuwen hesitated. “Peak Lord, we’re only allowed to choose one inner disciple… Are you considering someone else?”

He thought of a name. “Mu Zhi’an?”

Ren Ka Tai nodded, and Ning Shuwen frowned. “But isn’t he a disciple of Boundless Sea Peak?”

Having taken the trial on Boundless Sea Peak, he was considered their disciple, unless another peak lord chose him during the inner disciple selections.

Ren Ka Tai stood up, smiling. “We’ll simply poach him…”

“I’ve been peak lord for thirty years, and I haven’t made much progress… It’s time to recruit some new blood…”

The top three peaks in the next sect tournament would receive significant resources from the Elders’ Council, and the three peak lords would receive a destiny opportunity…

It was worth paying a price for that.

…

“Senior Lin Ling, this is the most tender part of the Eight Treasures Crane. Have some more.”

Mu Zhi’an returned to the pavilion and prepared a crane stew, bringing a bowl to Lin Ling’s room.

She hadn’t done anything, said anything, but she had still been instrumental in his victory.

A person’s reputation preceded them. A being like Ling Long, she didn’t even need to actively help him. Her presence alone was enough to inspire awe and reverence in the peak lords and elders.

“Thank you for your help, Senior. If not for you, Ruoxi might have been in trouble…” he said, looking at her, her expression unchanged.

She sipped the stew, savoring the flavor.

She wrote on the table: Delicious. You’ve improved.

He chuckled. “It’s my second time preparing Eight Treasures Crane. It’s natural for me to improve.”

He changed the subject. “Senior, it seems Ruoxi releases a bit of demonic aura whenever her cultivation increases. Is there a solution?”

The higher her cultivation, the more her Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline would awaken. He had informed the sect, but with the current climate, it was best to keep it a secret.

She pondered for a moment, then wrote: A Nine-Tailed Fox’s demonic aura is undetectable.

“Reaching Nine Tails is difficult,” he said, sighing.

By the time she reached Nine Tails, she would probably be at Soul Transformation or even Dao Integration. And then, she wouldn’t need to worry about hiding her aura.

He studied her, her expression calm as she sipped the stew, her silver hair flowing freely, her side profile delicate and beautiful, her crimson eyes bright and focused.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her bowl, trying to take it away.

She looked at him, tilting her head. “Aaa?”

It sounded like she was saying: Are you testing me?

She’s protective of her food… He chuckled. “I was just wondering if you wanted another bowl…”

Her eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly.

So she does care about something… He smiled, his understanding of her deepening.

He left the room to refill her bowl, then he brought another bowl to Wei Mengrou, before leaving the Garden of Heavenly Harmony and heading towards the Ye sisters’ pavilion.

He found Ye Lingxuan sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea, a book in her hand, her pale skin glowing in the afternoon sun.

Beside her sat Ye Qian, her head resting on the table, her ample bosom pressed against the surface as she watched her sister, her legs crossed, her blue embroidered shoes dangling playfully.

“Lingxuan, Qian’er,” he said, greeting them with a smile.

Ye Qian’s eyes lit up, and she looked up at him, her voice soft. “Brother Mu!”

Ye Lingxuan, however, was more reserved, maintaining her usual elegance, her posture straight and proud, her gaze meeting his. “Young Master Mu.”

Brother Mu in private, Young Master Mu in public… She’s so concerned about appearances… He smiled, taking a seat before them.

He retrieved two bowls of crane stew from his storage ring, placing them on the table. “Try it. I made it myself.”

Ye Lingxuan’s eyes widened, and she glanced at him. “Eight Treasures Crane?”

He nodded, smiling. “Drink it while it’s hot. It might even help you break through”

“Are you leaving, Brother Mu?” Ye Qian asked, noticing that he hadn’t sat down, her voice laced with disappointment.

He patted her head gently, his voice soft. “After drinking this stew, you’ll both be close to a breakthrough. The inner disciple selections are approaching. You should focus on preparing.”

“As for me…”

He paused, meeting Ye Qian’s gaze, his smile gentle and reassuring. “Where else would I go?”

She blushed, lowering her eyes, then murmured softly, “Okay”

He looked at Ye Lingxuan, who met his gaze briefly, then quickly looked away, her expression calm, but her eyes, they held a complex mix of emotions he had never seen before.

“I’ll go now, Lingxuan,” he whispered, his voice a mental message.

She looked up, their eyes meeting, her heart skipping a beat.

“If you’re reluctant, I can stay,” he teased, his voice a playful whisper.

“Don’t joke like that… Please leave, Young Master Mu!”

She glared at him, but her eyes held a hint of flirtation.

The turmoil within her seemed to be fading, replaced by a warmth…

Chapter 124: Sorry, But I’m Still Calling the Shots p2

“It’s not that I’m eager, but the oath has been made. If you’re unable to pay and you suffer divine retribution, my conscience wouldn’t be able to handle it…”

His voice was filled with mock concern.

The Third Prince stopped, turning to glare at him.

After a moment, he exhaled slowly. “I’ll have the Great Qian Dynasty deliver the spirit stones.”

He glanced at Lin Ling, who was yawning, entering the pavilion, then he looked back at Mu Zhi’an.

“You win this time, Young Master Mu. I concede defeat.”

He paused, then added, his voice laced with a veiled threat, “But I know everything about you.”

His words would have intimidated most.

Even some married women had submitted to him, fearing his power.

But Mu Zhi’an was unfazed.

He simply smiled, nodding. “Remember to deliver the spirit stones.”

His words were casual, yet they struck the Third Prince like a blow, making him stagger slightly.

He glared at Mu Zhi’an, then, with a cold snort, he turned and left, the disciples’ gazes following him.

Ye Yu watched, his heart burning with resentment as he saw Mu Zhi’an, Ye Lingxuan standing beside him, her gaze lingering on him with a tenderness that twisted his gut.

In Tianxuan City, Mu Zhi’an had the backing of the Mu family. Now, in the Two Polarities Sect, he had Ling Long… Why?!

He was the one with great destiny! Why was Mu Zhi’an receiving all the opportunities…?

Could it be that Bai Ruoxi and Ye Lingxuan, with their own immense destinies, were somehow influencing his luck?

He glared at Mu Zhi’an, his fists clenching.

After a moment, he relaxed his grip.

The inner disciple selections were in two days. While the peak lords would make the final decision, there would be a sparring competition among the candidates beforehand. If Mu Zhi’an wanted to become an inner disciple, he would have to prove himself…

And then… He was no longer the weakling he had been in the past. A mere fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator… it was nothing…

He chuckled inwardly, turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Mu Zhi’an chatted with the remaining disciples for a while, then sent them away.

They were all intelligent. Openly trying to curry favor with him now would be too obvious.

They were all fellow disciples. There would be plenty of opportunities to build relationships later.

Huang Manting looked at him, her gaze knowing, her voice a seductive whisper. “You’ve been keeping secrets from me, Young Master Mu… You knew Senior Ling Long all along…”

“If you’re free in the next few days, come visit me.”

She swayed her hips enticingly as she walked away.

The pavilion, which had been bustling with activity moments ago, was now quiet. He turned to Ye Lingxuan, his voice soft. “I’m sorry you had to defend me.”

She smiled, her voice clear and melodious. “It’s nothing. I simply dislike seeing people abuse their power.”

“Is that the only reason?” he asked, his gaze meeting hers.

She blushed, looking away, her voice a soft murmur. “There are other reasons…”

The aloofness, the distance she had maintained, it had vanished…

She’s so wealthy… Carrying five hundred thousand spirit stones with her… He looked at her, her beauty enhanced by her blush, his thoughts racing.

What kind of background does she have…? To casually produce such a sum…

“You should be careful, Brother Mu. Senior Ling Long was here today, but if she’s not around next time…” she said, her voice laced with concern.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s fine. Even if she’s not here…”

Senior Sister Lan had already informed the sect master about Bai Ruoxi. Her silence meant she approved…

If the sect’s leadership approved, what was there to worry about?

Only the Third Prince believed he had lost because of Ling Long.

From the beginning, he never had a chance.

He patted Ye Lingxuan’s head, smiling. “You must be tired after your seclusion, Lingxuan. Go rest. I’ll bring you and Qian’er some Eight Treasures Crane later.”

This was still the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Bai Ruoxi might be meditating, but she couldn’t have missed the commotion.

If she saw him patting Ye Lingxuan’s head, with her standing there, watching them…

It would be a classic misunderstanding. He wanted to avoid that.

…

Meanwhile.

“That Mu family young master, he’s not as simple as he appears…” the peak lord of Dao Peak, Yu Ziyan, said, hovering in the air, her voice laced with a hint of admiration.

“His cultivation is only at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, but he’s quite capable. I sensed that Mu family servant girl, Wei Mengrou. She’s probably protecting him,” Xiang Yan said.

“Normally, within the sect, there’s no need to maintain those master-servant dynamics… For her to be so devoted, he must have something special,” Yu Ziyan agreed, nodding.

“And Senior Ling Long is with him…”

Yi Hao looked at them. “We should keep her presence a secret until after the inner disciple selections.”

They nodded, understanding his reasoning.

Their minds were racing, their thoughts filled with possibilities.

They had a significant advantage. They knew about Ling Long’s relationship with Mu Zhi’an. The other peak lords didn’t.

He had earned Ling Long’s favor, and he was close to several of the most promising candidates…

They would have to reconsider their choices for inner disciples.

Chapter 124: Sorry, But I’m Still Calling the Shots p1

The peak lord of Dao Peak’s reprimand made the Third Prince stiffen.

He glared at Mu Zhi’an, a mixture of realization and anger in his eyes.

No wonder she had looked familiar… He had seen her in the Celestial Realm!

But he hadn’t known she was Ling Long.

Now, his heart burned with fury.

Mu Zhi’an had set a trap, and he had walked right into it!

That Mu family young master had deceived everyone, even Huang Manting.

Her information had been accurate, but with Ling Long’s presence, it was useless…

He couldn’t expose Bai Ruoxi now!

Accusing her would mean questioning Ling Long’s judgment.

The three peak lords hadn’t said anything. How could he possibly challenge her?

He stared at Mu Zhi’an, his expression stormy, suppressing his anger, then he turned to Lin Ling, bowing.

“My information was inaccurate, Senior Ling Long. I was unaware you were residing here. I apologize for the disturbance.”

His words sounded like an apology, but they were actually a subtle accusation. He was blaming Mu Zhi’an for not revealing Ling Long’s presence, for causing this trouble…

Lin Ling didn’t seem to care. Her crimson eyes were fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s storage ring.

Or rather, on the Eight Treasures Cranes within.

She hadn’t enjoyed the first one she had eaten, but the second one, roasted with Shang Yanfei, had been delicious.

She wanted another one…

“Senior Ling Long, how do you think this matter should be handled…?” Yi Hao asked tentatively.

She wrote on the ground: Deal with it yourselves.

She wasn’t interested in human conflicts. She was here to transfer her destiny, suppress her karmic fire, and enjoy delicious food…

Nothing else mattered.

Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully. “I’ll handle it, Senior. I apologize for disturbing you.”

The disciples glanced at the Third Prince, who was standing there, speechless.

Mu Zhi’an’s words, seemingly casual, had shifted the blame back to the Third Prince.

Disturbing Ling Long… it was a serious offense, even for a prince.

Of course, they didn’t realize that Lin Ling wouldn’t actually be angry about something so trivial…

She didn’t care. Mu Zhi’an was the one who had decided she was angry…

Yi Hao looked at the Third Prince, his voice stern. “Minor disagreements between disciples are inevitable, but escalating things to this level… If it happens again, you’ll be expelled.”

His tone was casual, but his words carried a weight that made the Third Prince’s heart sink.

Being expelled after just a few days… he would never live it down.

The other royals might be polite to his face, but behind his back, they would surely mock him…

Yi Hao turned to the disciples, his expression softening slightly. “Senior Ling Long dislikes commotion. After you leave, don’t spread rumors about this incident.”

“If this is leaked and she’s disturbed, the consequences will be severe.”

The disciples nodded solemnly, and Yi Hao, after a few more words of warning, left with the other two peak lords.

They weren’t worried about the disciples spreading rumors. Aura Observation could detect lies. If anyone spoke about this incident, they would be easily identified…

But as they departed, they all glanced at Mu Zhi’an, their gazes filled with a mix of curiosity and respect…

Mu Zhi’an watched them leave, then he looked at the Third Prince, who was also about to depart.

“Third Prince, about that one million spirit stones…”

“Can you have them ready within three days?”