Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 123: I’ll Give You Another Chance to Rephrase That

In this world, a distinction had to be made between demonic cultivators and demons.

Even in the Eastern Realm, a land dominated by human cultivators, demons existed. They were rare, but they weren’t affiliated with the Demon Realm.

Ling Long, in a way, was also a demon.

Her aura was demonic.

It was clear now. The Demon Measuring Ruler had been pointing at Ling Long!

Her simple “Aaa,” a gentle inquiry, yet it carried an immense pressure, sending shivers down Ning Shuwen’s spine.

His title as vice peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak might command respect in most places.

But not in front of the sect master, or Ling Long.

The Third Prince stared at her, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him. He had seen her somewhere before… He glanced at Ning Shuwen. “Peak Lord—”

But Ning Shuwen had already reacted, bowing respectfully. “Senior Ling Long, I apologize for the intrusion. We were unaware of your presence.”

The Third Prince froze, his mind reeling, then he looked at Lin Ling, his eyes widening with shock.

…Ling Long…?

This silver-haired woman, radiating demonic aura, she was the ancient dragon, the one who had existed since the sect’s founding?!

This was her human form…?

The disciples were also stunned.

When the Demon Measuring Ruler had targeted the pavilion, they had all assumed that Mu Zhi’an was indeed harboring a demonic cultivator, that he was doomed…

And a demonic cultivator had indeed appeared.

But their identity was unexpected.

Huang Manting stared at Lin Ling, her gaze then shifting to Mu Zhi’an.

He knows Ling Long?

That explained how he had known the true method for receiving the destiny inheritance.

And hadn’t they interacted in the Celestial Realm?

She hadn’t expected them to leave together, or for her to be staying here.

“Why is she here?!” Ye Yu stared at Lin Ling, her expression innocent and sleepy, as if she had just woken up, his mind screaming.

The ruler hadn’t been pointing at Bai Ruoxi. It had been pointing at Ling Long!

Her presence had masked Bai Ruoxi’s faint demonic aura!

But what could he do now?

Claim that Bai Ruoxi was the demonic cultivator?

Who would dare to challenge her?

Three peak lords, who had been observing from the sky, landed gracefully, bowing respectfully.

“Senior Ling Long.”

Their tone and demeanor were deferential, their status as peak lords forgotten…

Firstly, because she was on par with the sect master. And secondly, because she represented destiny…

Destiny was something all cultivators sought. Most of them, at Nascent Soul, were stuck at their current bottlenecks, their progress stagnant for decades. But with Ling Long’s blessing, perhaps they could break through…

But she rarely appeared, and she only bestowed destiny upon disciples, so they hadn’t considered this possibility.

In the past, some peak lords had tried to approach her, but she had ignored them.

Seeing her here, it sparked a flicker of hope within them.

One of the peak lords was Yi Hao, whom Mu Zhi’an had already met. The other two were a beautiful, alluring woman, the peak lord of Dao Peak, and a man with wild red hair, who looked more like a demon than a cultivator. He was Xiang Yan, the peak lord of Pure Yang Peak.

Lin Ling glanced at the three peak lords, then her gaze landed on Mu Zhi’an, and she tilted her head. “Aaa?”

She’s asking who they are… He understood, somehow. “These are the peak lords of our sect, Senior Lin Ling. Senior Yi Hao has been quite helpful. And the Eight Treasures Cranes you ate, he raised them.”

She looked at Yi Hao, nodding slightly, then uttered a soft “Aaa,” acknowledging his presence.

She picked up a twig and wrote two words on the ground.

Yi Hao looked down and saw the words: Thank you.

He smiled, bowing. “It was my honor to serve you, Senior. You’ve protected our sect from demons, and you even fought against the demon race. A few cranes are nothing…”

He glanced at Mu Zhi’an, his eyes filled with approval and gratitude…

The peak lords of Dao Peak and Pure Yang Peak glared at him, their gazes filled with envy.

That shameless old thief… Using a junior to gain Senior Ling Long’s favor… How despicable…!

They studied Mu Zhi’an, their thoughts racing.

They only knew him because he was Bai Ruoxi’s partner.

But they hadn’t expected him to be acquainted with Ling Long…

That old fox Yi Hao, he must have known about this and befriended him beforehand… They cursed him inwardly, then began to consider how to approach Mu Zhi’an…

Lin Ling, smoothing her skirt, wrote on the ground with the twig: What was happening here?

Ning Shuwen’s heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Mu Zhi’an.

If he had known Ling Long was staying here, he would never have helped the Third Prince!

His relationship with the Third Prince was based solely on family ties…

And those ties were insignificant. He wouldn’t have intervened if he hadn’t thought it was a trivial matter…

Mu Zhi’an, seemingly oblivious to his gaze, bowed to Lin Ling. “The Third Prince and I made a bet, Senior. He suspected there was a demonic cultivator here.”

He paused, then added, “These four peak lords, their hearts filled with righteousness, came here to protect the sect, believing his accusations.”

He bowed to Ning Shuwen. “There seems to be a misunderstanding, Senior Ning. But I’m not sure if Senior Ling Long falls under the category of demonic cultivator…”

Ning Shuwen relaxed, his eyes filled with gratitude. He bowed, smiling. “You jest, Young Friend Mu. Senior Ling Long is our sect’s guardian beast. How could she be a demonic cultivator?”

His expression had shifted from stern disapproval to a gentle smile with remarkable speed…

Mu Zhi’an hadn’t taken the opportunity to complain. He had given him a way to save face…

Ning Shuwen had been in the Two Polarities Sect for a long time. He knew how to navigate these situations.

He bowed to Lin Ling. “Senior, this was simply a minor dispute between juniors. I believed there was a demonic cultivator present, so I came to investigate.”

“Since it was a misunderstanding, I won’t interfere any further.”

He bowed to Lin Ling, the other peak lords, and Mu Zhi’an, then, without even glancing at the Third Prince, he turned and left.

Mu Zhi’an wasn’t surprised by his reaction.

Anyone with a brain would have made the same choice.

After all, the Third Prince was the one who had initiated this conflict.

They would inevitably see each other again within the sect. There was no need to make an enemy of Ning Shuwen.

Royals were heartless. He might be related to the Third Prince, but would he truly support him unconditionally…?

The answer was clear.

Mu Zhi’an looked at the Third Prince, his expression dark. “Third Prince, who do you think won the bet?”

The Third Prince stared at the Demon Measuring Ruler, then at Mu Zhi’an, his eyes widening with a sudden realization, his voice filled with anger.

“You tricked me! The demonic cultivator isn’t Senior Ling Long! It’s Bai Ruoxi!”

He had been misled from the beginning.

The information he had received was that Bai Ruoxi was a demonic cultivator, not that there was a demonic cultivator in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

Ling Long couldn’t be a demonic cultivator. It had to be Bai Ruoxi! The talented young woman who was close to Mu Zhi’an!

Mu Zhi’an sighed, his voice filled with mock exasperation. “Third Prince, you claimed there was a demonic cultivator in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. I didn’t object. I thought if there truly was one, it would be good to eliminate the threat. Then you wanted to investigate, and I allowed you to.”

“And now you’re claiming Miss… Bai…” He remembered Ye Lingxuan’s presence and quickly corrected himself. “…Miss Bai is a demonic cultivator. Isn’t this a bit unfair…?”

“And do you really think Senior Ling Long wouldn’t notice if there was a demonic cultivator here?”

“She’s close to you! What would she do, even if she knew?!” the Third Prince retorted angrily.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes widened with mock shock. “Are you suggesting that Senior Ling Long is colluding with a demonic cultivator…?”

The Third Prince was good at making accusations, but so was he.

After all, he was skilled at manipulating the narrative…

The Third Prince opened his mouth to speak, but the peak lord of Dao Peak interrupted him, her voice sharp.

“Enough! This is the Two Polarities Sect, not the Great Qian Dynasty. Stop causing trouble. If you continue, I’ll have to escort you out.”

He looked at her, her gaze cold and unwavering, and he swallowed his words, his frustration growing.

Mu Zhi’an glanced at Ye Yu, who was glaring at him, then at Huang Manting and the others, before looking away.

The boy who cried wolf, people only believed him once…

And Bai Ruoxi’s demonic aura was concealed within her Vessel. It wouldn’t be detected unless she consumed a pill that forced it out, like she had done that day…

But even if she did, what then?

If Ling Long said she wasn’t a demonic cultivator, who would dare to disagree?

In fact, she didn’t even need to speak.

Her presence alone was enough.

Chapter 122: Ling Long: Aaa? p2

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“Master, do you think she’s truly a demonic cultivator?”

High above the crowd, a young man in white robes, his hands clasped behind his back, looked at Ning Shuwen, the vice peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak.

Ning Shuwen shook his head, smiling. “If she is, then so be it. If not, we’ll intervene and clear her name.”

“For now, let the Third Prince make a fool of himself.”

“Of course, if we’re going to recruit her, we’ll have to act quickly,” he added.

The commotion had attracted the attention of many cultivators, not just those from Metamorphic Jewel Peak.

Many elders and peak lords were surely observing from the shadows.

If she was a demonic cultivator, they would suppress her.

If not, it was simply a minor dispute between disciples. They wouldn’t need to interfere.

The Third Prince looked at Mu Zhi’an, his voice cold. “Young Master Mu, will you allow us to investigate now?”

“If the demonic cultivator senses our presence and escapes, the consequences will be severe.”

Mu Zhi’an looked up at the sky, the storm clouds gradually dissipating. “It seems the oath has taken effect.”

The Third Prince frowned, about to speak, but Mu Zhi’an nodded. “Go ahead, Third Prince.”

His calmness… it was unsettling…

But the Third Prince couldn’t back down now.

And the Demon Measuring Ruler’s reaction was growing stronger.

There was definitely a demonic cultivator in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony!

He put away the ruler, turning to the crowd, bowing. “Please bear witness. If we find a demonic cultivator, we’ll apprehend them together…”

He walked towards the pavilion, the disciples following behind him, Ning Shuwen and his disciple discreetly joining them.

As they entered the garden, the ruler’s pink glow intensified.

Crack.

A faint cracking sound rang out, and the Third Prince’s expression shifted.

Ning Shuwen approached, glancing at the ruler, now marred by a thin crack, his expression turning grim. “Step back.”

Not only was there a demonic cultivator present, but their power was immense. Otherwise, the ruler wouldn’t have cracked…!

The disciples, recognizing Ning Shuwen, their hearts pounding, stepped back nervously.

How strong is this demonic cultivator…?

The Third Prince smiled inwardly.

Ye Yu, however, frowned.

Something wasn’t right.

Was Bai Ruoxi truly that powerful…? Strong enough to make even the vice peak lord cautious…?

Ning Shuwen looked at Mu Zhi’an, his voice stern. “Do you understand the severity of harboring a demonic cultivator…?”

Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully. “I’m unaware of any demonic cultivators in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Senior.”

“The ruler can barely withstand this powerful demonic aura, and you claim to be unaware…? You can’t possibly believe that, Young Master Mu,” the Third Prince retorted.

“Harboring a demonic cultivator is a capital offense, but if you surrender them, I can plead for leniency. You’ll simply be confined to the back mountain for a hundred years,” Ning Shuwen said.

Mu Zhi’an sighed. “But I truly don’t know of any demonic cultivators…”

He paused, his gaze following the ruler’s arrow, which was pointing towards a specific room, then he seemed to realize something. “Actually, a friend moved in recently… It seems the ruler is pointing towards her room…”

“But I don’t believe she’s a demonic cultivator,” he added.

“Whether she is or not, it’s for the peak lord to decide, not you,” the Third Prince said coldly.

“Do you agree, Senior?” Mu Zhi’an asked, looking at Ning Shuwen respectfully.

Ning Shuwen nodded.

“If you insist.”

He walked towards the pavilion and uttered a strange, incomprehensible syllable. “Aaa!”

A faint creaking sound echoed through the air.

The crowd fell silent, their gazes fixed on the door that had just opened.

A silver-haired woman emerged, her beauty breathtaking.

Her face was devoid of makeup, her long hair flowing freely, her figure slender and graceful, her crimson eyes bright and clear, filled with a childlike curiosity as she looked around.

“Who is she?!”

“She’s beautiful…”

The disciples whispered among themselves, their gazes captivated.

Even the Third Prince stared at her, mesmerized.

Then, as he saw the Demon Measuring Ruler pointing towards her, he realized something, and he turned to Mu Zhi’an, his voice filled with anger. “You’re lying! With such a strong demonic aura, you dare to claim she’s not a demonic cultivator?!”

Faint scales were visible on her neck, and her aura, it was different from a human cultivator’s. She was clearly a demonic cultivator.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t answer, simply turning to Ning Shuwen, bowing respectfully.

“Vice Peak Lord, I believe there’s a distinction between demons and demonic cultivators. But if you insist that she’s a demonic cultivator…”

“I’ve brought her to you.”

“Peak Lord—”

The Third Prince was about to speak, but Ning Shuwen was staring at the silver-haired woman, his eyes widening with recognition, his expression shifting from surprise to shock.

Senior Ling Long?!

The Demon Measuring Ruler, hovering in the air, its pink glow intensifying, its arrow still pointing towards Lin Ling, finally shattered, unable to withstand her overwhelming demonic aura.

Lin Ling, seemingly oblivious to the commotion, looked around, her gaze landing on Mu Zhi’an, then she noticed Ning Shuwen, and she tilted her head, her crimson eyes blinking innocently.

“Aaa?”

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TN:

Lin Long means Spirit Dragon and Lin Ling is her name.

Chapter 122: Ling Long: Aaa? p1

As the Third Prince’s voice echoed through the air, the disciples’ gazes fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

His words had been a trap.

By asking if Mu Zhi’an was aware of the demonic cultivator’s presence, he was forcing him into a corner. If Mu Zhi’an panicked and denied it, it would be easy to expose him.

He would simply use the Demon Measuring Ruler to prove that Bai Ruoxi was a demonic cultivator, shattering Mu Zhi’an’s lie.

But if Mu Zhi’an admitted to knowing, it would confirm his complicity.

It was a no-win situation.

And just as the Third Prince had predicted, Mu Zhi’an’s expression shifted, his body trembling slightly as he stumbled back.

Ye Yu watched, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

In Tianxuan City, the Mu family’s influence was absolute. He had colluded with the other families, manipulating the truth.

But this was the Two Polarities Sect.

And his opponent was the Third Prince, with the backing of a powerful faction. Could he still distort the truth and claim that Bai Ruoxi wasn’t a demonic cultivator?

Huang Manting also watched, her eyes flickering, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s fearful expression.

What is he planning…?

Telling her to reveal everything to the Third Prince, handing him a weapon… it didn’t seem like something he would do.

But he had done it.

Those who didn’t know him might think he was cornered. But she was part of his plan. She knew he must have a backup plan.

But if Bai Ruoxi was exposed as a demonic cultivator, what could he possibly do…?

Mu Zhi’an took a deep breath, composing himself, then looked at the Third Prince, his voice firm. “Third Prince, we might have our differences, but making false accusations is not something a disciple should do.”

“False accusations?” the Third Prince chuckled. “Are you saying you’re unaware of the demonic cultivator’s presence?”

Mu Zhi’an stared at him. “I’ve lived in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony for days, and I’ve never encountered any demonic cultivators. This is the Two Polarities Sect. What demonic cultivator would dare to openly enter our territory?”

The Third Prince smiled faintly. “I wouldn’t have believed it either, but…”

He pointed at the Demon Measuring Ruler, which was spinning slowly, its arrow pointing towards the pavilion.

“The ruler has never been wrong. Are you questioning the creator of this artifact, Young Master Mu?”

The Demon Measuring Ruler had been crafted by the peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak.

It was infallible.

And not only was it accurate, it was also incredibly powerful. It was said that the peak lord’s ruler, having been imbued with a spirit, was now a sentient weapon.

The Third Prince had invoked the peak lord’s name, implying that Mu Zhi’an was challenging his authority.

As expected of a royal… He’s skilled at manipulation.

Mu Zhi’an remained impassive. “I trust the ruler, but I’m truly unaware of any demonic cultivators in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.”

Still trying to deny it at this point. It’s too late… The Third Prince chuckled inwardly. “I wouldn’t want to wrongfully accuse anyone. I believe you’re unaware of this demonic cultivator’s presence, Young Master Mu.”

He paused, then continued, “Will you allow us to investigate the Garden of Heavenly Harmony?”

“If we find nothing, I’ll apologize for the inconvenience.”

“But if we do find a demonic cultivator, and they’re close to you…” he smiled, his voice laced with a hint of malice. “Then you’ll have to face the sect’s judgment…”

“Just an apology?” Mu Zhi’an asked suddenly.

The Third Prince raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“I want to make a bet,” Mu Zhi’an replied, his gaze meeting the Third Prince’s.

“If there’s a demonic cultivator in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, and they’re connected to me, I’ll accept the sect’s punishment, and I’ll give you five hundred thousand spirit stones.”

“But if you’re making false accusations, I won’t make things difficult for you. I simply ask for one million spirit stones within three days, half of which will be for emotional distress…”

One million spirit stones!

The disciples gasped, their eyes widening with surprise.

Normally, a cultivator earning twenty or thirty thousand spirit stones a year was considered wealthy. But they were wagering one million…!

If they won, they wouldn’t have to worry about money for a long time.

The Third Prince narrowed his eyes, studying Mu Zhi’an, his thoughts racing.

He wasn’t a fool. He was starting to feel uneasy.

Was Mu Zhi’an resigned to his fate…? Or was he trying to bluff him into backing down?

One million spirit stones… Even he, a prince, couldn’t produce that much immediately…

But if he backed down now, he would become a laughingstock.

With so many disciples watching, if he retreated because of a mere threat, how could he maintain his dignity…?

“Your wager is impressive, Young Master Mu. But do you even have five hundred thousand spirit stones?” Ye Yu asked suddenly.

Mu Zhi’an turned to look at him.

“I don’t have that much on me, but if the Third Prince proves his accusations, I’ll exchange the treasures in my storage ring for spirit stones,” he replied calmly.

He had brought about a hundred thousand spirit stones when he had joined the sect. It wasn’t because the Mu family lacked funds, but like many new disciples, he preferred not to rely on his family’s wealth.

“So you don’t actually have five hundred thousand spirit stones?”

The Third Prince seized the opportunity, chuckling. “What’s the point of this wager then?”

“How about this? If I’m wrong, I’ll apologize publicly and give you fifty thousand spirit stones. Is that acceptable?”

He trusted the Demon Measuring Ruler, but he didn’t want to risk so much.

One million spirit stones… If he lost, he would have to send someone back to the Great Qian Dynasty for more funds… He would become a joke within the royal family.

“Let’s stick to the original wager,” a clear, melodious voice said from behind them.

They turned to look and saw Ye Lingxuan approaching, her purple dress swirling gracefully.

Ye Yu’s eyes narrowed.

It’s Lingxuan…

She reached Mu Zhi’an, smiling. “Brother Mu might not have that much on him, but the Mu family can easily produce five hundred thousand spirit stones.”

“But since the Third Prince doesn’t trust him, I’ll cover the five hundred thousand. Is that acceptable?”

She offered her storage ring to Mu Zhi’an.

“If there’s a demonic cultivator in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, all the spirit stones in this ring are yours, Third Prince.”

She looked at the Third Prince, her voice turning cold. “But if you’re simply making false accusations to harass Brother Mu, then you’ll have to pay one million spirit stones, slap yourself ten times, and admit your mistake. How does that sound?”

The Third Prince’s expression shifted. He hadn’t expected her to intervene so forcefully…

“Aren’t you afraid of wasting five hundred thousand spirit stones, Lingxuan?” Mu Zhi’an asked, sighing dramatically.

She smiled, her voice soft. “I believe in Brother Mu.”

She looked at the Third Prince, her smile turning playful. “Surely you’re not afraid, Third Prince?”

He stiffened.

Her confidence… it was unsettling…

But he glanced at the Demon Measuring Ruler, its arrow still pointing towards the pavilion, and he gritted his teeth. “Fine! If I’m wrong, I’ll slap myself ten times and pay one million spirit stones!”

“Words are meaningless. Make an oath,” she said, her gaze cold and unwavering.

She usually seemed like a sweet and innocent girl, but now, her aura was imposing, like an Empress…

Is Lingxuan secretly ruthless…? Mu Zhi’an looked at her, chuckling inwardly.

The Third Prince took a deep breath. “If there’s no demonic cultivator in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, I’ll slap myself ten times and pay one million spirit stones within three days. If I break this oath, may heaven strike me down!”

Mu Zhi’an also spoke. “If the Third Prince’s accusations are true, I’ll pay five hundred thousand spirit stones and accept the sect’s punishment.”

BOOM!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, as if witnessing their oath.

In the cultivation world, breaking an oath would incur divine retribution…

Even if they survived the initial punishment, their future tribulations would be far more difficult…

Once an oath was made, it couldn’t be broken.

Ye Yu glared at Ye Lingxuan, her closeness to Mu Zhi’an infuriating. Her gaze, as she looked at him, was filled with a devotion that twisted his heart.

It didn’t matter if Mu Zhi’an was guilty or not. Either he or the Third Prince, they could both die…

Of course, it would be better if Mu Zhi’an died.

This time, he would simply observe…

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Chapter 121: The Veterans Are Still the Best p2

She frowned, confused, about to ask what he meant, when he took her other hand, his warmth enveloping hers. She blushed, her gaze darting around, unable to meet his eyes. “What are you doing?”

He squeezed her hands gently, his voice soft. “Isn’t this the best compensation…?”

She stared at him, her eyes widening with realization, then she glanced at him, her heart filled with a mix of emotions. “What about Qian’er?”

She was the sister Qian’er had always admired. If she knew that her sister was intimate with the man she loved…

He stroked her head, smiling. “Qian’er is a kind girl. I wouldn’t want to hurt her.”

“Leave her to me.”

She looked at him, his smile reassuring, and after a moment, she nodded.

They strolled through the garden, and he asked, “What’s your cultivation level now?”

She was sixteen, and normally, second or third level of Foundation Establishment at that age would be considered extraordinary. But she had just absorbed the Dragon Soaring Tendon. Her strength must have increased significantly.

She smiled, her beauty serene and captivating.

“You’ll find out during the inner disciple selection, Brother Mu.”

“Still keeping secrets?” He sighed dramatically. “In a few months, I might not be able to defeat you…”

“Wouldn’t that be nice…?” she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile gentle and alluring.

If she became stronger, she could protect him…

Of course, she wouldn’t say that out loud. She simply gazed at him, her eyes filled with a tenderness he had never seen before.

He smiled, his heart warming. “Qian’er has been missing you. Go talk to her. I’ll stew the Eight Treasures Crane later.”

“Eight Treasures Crane…?” she asked, her eyes widening with surprise.

Only the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak had those cranes. How did he…?

She was confused, but she nodded, smiling, then walked towards the pavilion, her short boots silent against the stone, her skirt swaying gracefully, revealing her smooth legs.

She’s destined for me… He watched her go, sighing inwardly.

If his theory was correct, and Bai Ruoxi was the first Chosen One, then Ye Lingxuan was clearly the second.

Fortunately, the crane was large enough to share.

He left the garden and headed towards the Garden of Heavenly Harmony.

But to his surprise, nearly a hundred cultivators were gathered at the entrance.

“Why are there so many people here?” he frowned, looking at the crowd.

“The Third Prince is claiming that you’re harboring a demonic cultivator,” Wei Mengrou said, her voice a cold whisper, appearing beside him.

He actually came…? He was surprised.

He had only set a trap. He had expected the vice peak lord to advise caution. But the Third Prince had come here openly…?

The crowd parted, revealing the Third Prince, his handsome face marred by dark circles, a testament to his time management skills…

“Young Master Mu, you’re finally back. Were you on a date with Lingxuan?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“You already have such a beautiful partner, yet you’re still two-timing her…”

Mu Zhi’an looked at him calmly. “What brings you to the Garden of Heavenly Harmony with such a large entourage, Third Prince?”

“You’re quite impatient, Young Master Mu,” the Third Prince said, then turned to the crowd, bowing. “I recently learned that there’s a demonic cultivator within our sect.”

“As disciples of the Two Polarities Sect, it’s our duty to eliminate demons…”

He paused, then added, “Of course, I wouldn’t want to wrongfully accuse anyone, so I borrowed the Demon Measuring Ruler from Metamorphic Jewel Peak.”

He retrieved a small ruler from his sleeve. “This ruler will reveal the location of any demonic cultivators.”

The Demon Measuring Ruler!

The disciples stared at the ruler, recognizing it instantly.

It was from Metamorphic Jewel Peak. It wasn’t spirit imbued, but it was still effective at detecting demonic cultivators.

As expected of the Third Prince… Even within the Two Polarities Sect, he has connections…

He tossed the ruler into the air, and it spun, then slowly came to a stop.

The arrow pointed towards the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, and a faint pink light emanated from its surface.

Demonic aura!

The disciples gasped, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief.

They had been skeptical of the Third Prince’s accusations, but the ruler, it wouldn’t lie…

There was a demonic cultivator in this pavilion!

The Third Prince looked at Mu Zhi’an, his expression calm. “Young Master Mu, are you aware of this demonic cultivator’s presence?”

Mu Zhi’an didn’t answer, simply lowering his gaze.

He had finally taken the bait…

Chapter 121: The Veterans Are Still the Best p1

Demonic cultivators, in the current climate of the Eastern Realm, a land dominated by human cultivators, harboring a demonic cultivator was a grave offense, akin to treason.

If Bai Ruoxi’s Vessel truly contained demonic aura, it meant her family was tainted.

And Mu Zhi’an, having been so close to her, would also be considered impure.

After all, their relationship was no secret. If Bai Ruoxi was exposed as a demonic cultivator, he wouldn’t be able to escape the repercussions.

The Third Prince walked towards Metamorphic Jewel Peak, sighing inwardly.

It was a shame to see a beauty like Bai Ruoxi destroyed, but she wasn’t his woman. He didn’t need to care.

She might be beautiful, but she was too cold and distant.

He preferred women like Huang Manting, strong and dominant.

And with Mu Zhi’an gone, his life in the sect would be much smoother.

He had been observing Mu Zhi’an since joining the sect, gathering information about him, and he was almost certain that his personality, his way of handling things, was remarkably similar to the current crown prince, his brother.

The only difference was that the crown prince didn’t understand politics.

If their father abdicated and his brother ascended the throne, he might not be able to hold onto his power.

And then it would be his chance.

But those were thoughts for the future. His current priority was eliminating this obstacle.

If he couldn’t even handle a spoiled young master from a minor family, how could he possibly challenge his brother?

He arrived at Metamorphic Jewel Peak and addressed a disciple standing guard. “I need to see the vice peak lord.”

The disciple glanced at him, recognizing him, knowing his close relationship with the vice peak lord. “Please wait a moment. I’ll inform him.”

Moments later, the disciple returned and led him into the palace.

The nine peaks of the Two Polarities Sect cultivated different paths. Metamorphic Jewel Peak specialized in the art of imbueing.

Imbueing weapons, pills, various objects, it was their specialty.

Magical artifacts possessed spirits, but most weapons, before being imbued, were simply ordinary. Even with the finest materials, they were just tools.

But after being imbued, they could gain spirits, becoming lifelong companions.

The disciples of Metamorphic Jewel Peak, if they mastered their craft, were as sought after as alchemists.

Ning Shuwen, the vice peak lord, sat on his throne, dismissing his attendants, his gaze fixed on the young man entering the hall.

“The inner disciple selections are in two days. Why aren’t you cultivating? What brings you to Metamorphic Jewel Peak?”

He was the current Emperor’s uncle, and he naturally favored his nephew.

“Uncle, I’ve been investigating Mu Zhi’an, and I’ve discovered something. I came to inform you,” the Third Prince said, bowing.

“Mu Zhi’an…?”

Ning Shuwen frowned, his expression puzzled.

“Who’s that?”

“He’s the despicable person who supposedly used a formation to cheat during Boundless Sea Peak’s trial,” the Third Prince replied. He looked at his uncle. “You might not know him, Uncle, but his partner is Bai Ruoxi, the most talented candidate this year.”

“Bai Ruoxi…” Ning Shuwen’s interest piqued. “What does this have to do with her?”

The peak lord had instructed them to offer Bai Ruoxi a spirit imbued weapon if she agreed to become an inner disciple of Metamorphic Jewel Peak.

She could choose any type of weapon.

With her talent, she was worthy of such a gift.

She was exceptionally talented, and her beauty was unparalleled. Her presence would attract many disciples to the peak.

But he hadn’t expected her to have a partner. And a disciple he had never heard of?

“According to my investigation, she’s a demonic cultivator,” the Third Prince said, bowing.

Ning Shuwen narrowed his eyes, studying his nephew, his expression filled with surprise.

“What are you planning to do?” he asked.

“Eliminating demons is a cultivator’s duty! I have to expose her!” the Third Prince declared, his voice filled with a righteous indignation.

Ning Shuwen nodded. “Do as you see fit. But remember, don’t cause a commotion. This isn’t the imperial court. Don’t resort to violence within the sect.”

If she was a demonic cultivator, she would be exposed eventually, even if she joined Metamorphic Jewel Peak. It would be a waste of an inner disciple spot.

But if the Third Prince’s accusations were false, the peak lord could intervene and defend her. Earning her gratitude and ensuring she chose their peak.

As for giving the Demon Measuring Ruler to the Third Prince, letting him cause trouble for her, then having the peak lord play the hero, it was a sound strategy.

As long as the outcome was favorable, the methods were irrelevant.

He tossed a small ruler towards his nephew.

“This is the Demon Measuring Ruler. If there’s a demonic cultivator at the Jade Glass Palace, it will reveal their location. If not, it means your information is false. In that case, abandon your revenge and focus on your cultivation,” he said.

The Third Prince’s eyes lit up with excitement as he caught the ruler, bowing respectfully. “I understand, Uncle.”

He looked at his uncle, his gaze filled with anticipation.

He might not be able to find anything incriminating on Mu Zhi’an, but what about those around him…?

…

At the Jade Glass Palace, Mu Zhi’an and Ye Lingxuan strolled through a garden, her voice soft as she described her experiences during her seclusion.

“Lingxuan, the peak lord said you have a Natural Spirit Body, right?” He held her hand, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face, a smile playing on his lips. “Did it awaken in the Celestial Realm?”

She nodded, her voice clear and melodious. “I don’t know where Senior Ling Long found that pool, but when we approached it, the Dragon Soaring Tendon, it came alive…”

“And then I felt like I was about to break through, so I meditated nearby…”

She hesitated, stopping, her gaze meeting his, her voice laced with a hint of guilt. “I’m sorry. You only entrusted the Dragon Soaring Tendon to me, but it merged with my body while I was meditating…”

His eyes flickered. “So you’ve completely absorbed it…?”

She nodded, her voice filled with apology. “I’m sorry. I’ll compensate you.”

This time, she would give him something of equal value to the Dragon Soaring Tendon.

As she thought this, he was looking at her, his gaze appreciative.

She stood by the pool, bathed in sunlight, her waist slender, her neck graceful, her figure elegant and alluring.

What compensation could possibly compare to this…? He smiled, his heart filled with contentment.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion. “Brother Mu…?”

He gazed at her, her fragrance delicate and sweet, and he chuckled.

“There’s no need for compensation, Lingxuan. I never intended to take back the Dragon Soaring Tendon. It’s perfect that you were able to absorb it.”

She frowned, shaking her head. “No, I have to compensate you.”

If she didn’t, it would be as if she had only been using him for the Dragon Soaring Tendon…

“You’ve already compensated me,” he said, his gaze lingering on her delicate features.

Chapter 120: Ye Lingxuan, The Second Protagonist p2

Pills were ranked from one to nine. Above that were heaven-grade pills, beyond the capabilities of mortal cultivators. Refining a heaven-grade pill would attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao, triggering a powerful tribulation.

Normally, one needed to be at least at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment to refine a fifth-grade pill. But he had done it at the third level…

He remembered the admiring gazes of the female cultivators, then he looked at Ye Lingxuan, her indifference jarring. He felt a surge of insecurity.

Yi Hao, meanwhile, had approached the disciples, offering words of encouragement, then he left the summit. Ye Lingxuan, Bai Ruoxi, and Wei Mengrou… he had to secure at least one of them as a disciple, to prepare for the next sect tournament.

He needed to offer them something they couldn’t refuse. Perhaps a rare pill or technique… Time was of the essence. He would discuss it with his fellow peak lords and make a decision soon.

As he departed, the disciples’ gazes shifted to Ye Lingxuan.

A gust of wind blew, her purple dress swirling around her, the fabric clinging to her curves, revealing her developing figure.

Lingxuan’s bosom… it’s about one-third the size of Ruoxi’s… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, discreetly observing her. But big has its advantages, and small has its own charm. Besides, she’s still growing. Her potential is unlimited. And he could help her a little.

He couldn’t promise she would surpass Ruoxi, but he could definitely enhance her attributes.

She seemed to sense his gaze, rolling her eyes, her voice soft and playful. “What are you looking at, Brother Mu?”

Her tone was almost coquettish. Her playful glare was endearing, and it drew the attention of the other disciples.

She continued to look at him, her gaze lingering on his face. During her seclusion in Ling Long’s realm, she had been alone with her thoughts, and she had finally acknowledged her feelings.

Because of her sister, Ye Qian, she had tried to suppress her emotions.

But now, whenever she closed her eyes, she saw his face, his gentle smile, his playful words… And she realized that she owed her current strength, her awakened Dragon Soaring Tendon, to him.

Her gaze softened, a hint of adoration shining in her eyes.

“What is it, Lingxuan?” he asked, confused. I know I’m handsome, but she’s usually so calm and composed. Why is she staring at me like that?

She shook her head, smiling faintly. “It’s nothing.”

She looked away, nodding politely to Ye Yu. “Let’s go, Brother Ye Yu.”

She took Mu Zhi’an’s arm and led him away.

“You must be tired after your seclusion,” he said, boldly taking her hand, looking at her, a smile playing on his lips.

She blushed, but she maintained her composure, her gaze fixed ahead.

“I’m not that tired. And there are people watching. Could you please let go?” she said, her voice a soft complaint.

“So you’re saying I can hold your hand when no one’s looking?” he asked, his voice a gentle tease.

She fell silent, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

They walked back to the Jade Glass Palace, her hand still in his.

Ye Yu watched them leave, the cold wind biting at his skin, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire of his jealousy.

He had earned the admiration and favor of many with his talent as an alchemist, even attracting a few beautiful women.

But Ye Lingxuan’s emergence had eclipsed them all.

He remembered how she used to call him “Brother Ye Yu” with affection, and now she treated him like a stranger. His anger towards Mu Zhi’an surged, uncontrollable.

He didn’t seem to realize that he had had plenty of opportunities to pursue her during their years in the Ye family, but he had waited for her to make the first move. And now that she had been actively pursued by someone else, whose fault was it?

“You seem unhappy, Young Master Ye,” a cold voice said behind him.

He turned to see Ning Long, the Third Prince, his jade-like face framed by his four-clawed python robe.

“Third Prince?” he frowned. “What do you want?”

He disliked Mu Zhi’an, but he didn’t have a favorable opinion of the Third Prince either. They were both wastrels, never putting in any effort, relying on their cunning and their connections…

“You must hate Mu Zhi’an, right?” the Third Prince whispered, his voice a mental message, a smile playing on his lips as he held a folding fan.

Ye Yu frowned, ignoring him, turning to leave.

“Does Bai Ruoxi truly possess demonic aura?” the Third Prince asked, his voice a soft whisper.

Ye Yu stopped, turning to look at him, his eyes narrowing.

“How did you find out?” he asked mentally.

The Third Prince smiled inwardly.

So Manting was telling the truth… He had grown up in the imperial court. He knew to verify information after obtaining it from Huang Manting.

So it was true. Bai Ruoxi possessed demonic aura. But back in Tianxuan City, he hadn’t been able to defeat the Mu family.

But this was the Two Polarities Sect.

He looked at the Third Prince, his thoughts racing, then a name flashed in his mind: Huang Manting.

The Third Prince had been spending a lot of time with the young mistress of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce lately. He couldn’t understand why. Why would he pursue such a wicked woman?

He didn’t realize that some men enjoyed being Huang Manting’s playthings… It wasn’t because they were poor or needed her help. It was simply because they enjoyed it.

They enjoyed being controlled.

Even in the cultivation world, there were those who would pay to be submissive… There were all kinds of fetishes in the world.

Just like Mu Zhi’an, who was currently fantasizing about conquering Wei Mengrou, making her look at him with disgust as she stepped on him, her legs adorned with black and white stockings.

Of course, it was just a fantasy. He didn’t actually want to be treated like that all the time.

“What are you planning to do?” Ye Yu asked, his voice a mental message.

The Third Prince chuckled coldly. “I’ll do what others won’t.”

Harboring a demonic cultivator was a crime punishable by death…

…

Chapter 120: Ye Lingxuan, The Second Protagonist p1

All eyes were drawn to her.

Even though Ye Lingxuan usually kept a low profile, it was impossible to remain unnoticed in this situation.

Ye Yu also stared at the beam of light, at her slender figure within. He felt a strange sense of familiarity with the medicinal fragrance emanating from her.

I’ve smelled this before… he thought to himself.

“It’s Dragon Soaring Tendon,” the old man’s voice whispered in his mind.

Dragon Soaring Tendon…

He froze, then a realization dawned on him, and he glared at Mu Zhi’an. He had tried to acquire Dragon Soaring Tendon twice at the Morning Glory Auction, but Mu Zhi’an had outbid him both times.

And he had given it to Lingxuan… as a gift… to win her favor… And now she had activated it…?

He suppressed his anger, his grip tightening on the Jade Countenance Pill, watching as she emerged from the light, her eyes sweeping over the crowd, her gaze calm and composed.

Then, as she noticed Mu Zhi’an, her eyes softened slightly.

She walked towards them gracefully, her embroidered shoes silent against the stone.

“Your seclusion is over?” Mu Zhi’an asked, smiling.

She nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. “Thanks to you.”

Ling Long had taken her to an ancient pool, and within its waters, she had felt the Dragon Soaring Tendon awakening within her.

Not just the Dragon Soaring Tendon, but also her own constitution. It resonated with the pool’s energy. Ling Long had left her to bathe in the pool’s waters.

It was all because of Mu Zhi’an… Ling Long, with her aloof personality, wouldn’t have helped her otherwise. Even Ye Lingxuan’s powerful background meant nothing to her.

Lin Ling didn’t care about social connections or favors. In a way, she was similar to Ye Yu. The only difference was that she was a beautiful woman, with immense power. Even if she didn’t actively seek connections, others would flock to her.

“A Natural Spirit Body… As expected of his daughter… With such talent, many peaks will surely fight for her,” a voice said, echoing from the sky, and the disciples looked up, bowing respectfully.

“Peak Lord!”

Yi Hao, the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak, hovered in the air, his gaze fixed on Ye Lingxuan, his eyes filled with admiration.

“Uncle Yi,” she said, smiling, her voice clear and melodious.

He nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of nostalgia and approval. “You’ve grown so much.”

He remembered when she had visited the sect a few years ago, a small child. Now, she was a beautiful young woman. In a few years, she might even rival Lan Mulian in beauty.

“It’s all thanks to your guidance, Uncle Yi,” she replied, smiling.

He chuckled, his expression softening. “You’re too kind.”

Then he added, his voice turning serious, “When choosing your peak, consider Boundless Sea Peak. All nine peaks have equal resources. I can’t promise you anything else, but if you join Boundless Sea Peak, I’ll ensure you have access to any pills, ingredients, or techniques you need.”

She glanced at Mu Zhi’an, who remained silent, then replied, her voice calm and composed. “Thank you, Uncle Yi. I’ll… consider it…”

He raised an eyebrow, discreetly glancing at Mu Zhi’an. He could see that she seemed dependent on him. It was unusual. She was a proud girl. She should despise wastrels. And while Mu Zhi’an wasn’t a wastrel anymore, they had both grown up in Tianxuan City. She must have heard about his reputation…

It seems Young Friend Mu has a way with women…

When a peak lord chose an inner disciple, the disciple had the right to refuse. But most wouldn’t do that. It would be too offensive…

The winners of the last sect tournament had the first pick.

With her talent and beauty, she wouldn’t be available for Boundless Sea Peak to choose. The only way he could have her as a disciple was if she chose him…

He smiled, extending an olive branch. “Think carefully. Boundless Sea Peak’s doors are always open to you.”

“Peak Lord,” Ye Yu said, his voice respectful.

Yi Hao turned to look at him, the young alchemist who had just refined a fifth-grade pill. He glanced at the pill in his hand, his voice filled with approval. “Impressive. To refine a fifth-grade pill at such a young age… If you continue to cultivate diligently, you might even have a place in the Alchemy Pavilion.”

Ye Yu bowed. “Thank you, Peak Lord. I’ll do my best to bring honor to Boundless Sea Peak.”

He glanced at Ye Lingxuan, but her expression remained unchanged, as if she didn’t care about the fifth-grade pill. Her gaze was fixed on Mu Zhi’an, her eyes filled with a soft adoration…

His smile faltered, and he nearly crushed the pill in his hand. It was a fifth-grade pill!

Chapter 119: The Alchemy Competition

The next morning, on Boundless Sea Peak, Yi Hao sat in a pavilion, his expression distracted.

He was the current peak lord, at the fifth level of Nascent Soul, a powerful figure in the outside world. And even within the Two Polarities Sect, his strength was renowned.

But he still had a master. His master rarely interfered with the peak’s affairs, but his presence still constrained Yi Hao’s actions.

For example, the recent entrance exams. If Mu Zhi’an hadn’t appeared, the candidates would have been annihilated.

“Peak Lord, a disciple named Mu Zhi’an is here to see you,” a disciple reported, entering the pavilion.

Yi Hao looked up, his eyes brightening, but he quickly masked his reaction. “Bring him in.”

The disciple glanced at him, surprised, then nodded. He had rarely seen the peak lord so eager.

Mu Zhi’an soon entered the pavilion, escorted by the disciple, who then discreetly withdrew.

“Peak Lord!” Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully.

“Young Friend Mu, have a seat,” Yi Hao said, gesturing towards a chair, a smile playing on his lips.

After Mu Zhi’an sat down, Yi Hao sipped his tea, his demeanor calm, his voice gentle. “What brings you here today, Young Friend Mu?”

Despite his casual tone, his eyes, weary with age, were fixed on Mu Zhi’an, as if waiting for something.

I wonder how he’ll react if I tell him Ling Long ate all the cranes… Mu Zhi’an smiled, retrieving a storage ring. He waved his hand, and a dozen Eight Treasures Cranes appeared, their wings bound by shimmering restraints.

Yi Hao stared at the cranes, his excitement evident, but Mu Zhi’an maintained his respectful demeanor. “Senior Ling Long… she ate another crane. I was worried she wouldn’t be able to control herself so I brought them back early…”

Yi Hao nodded, then looked at him, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Ling Long is our sect’s guardian beast. She can have as many as she wants.”

He paused, then added, “Thank you for your trouble, Young Friend Mu. As promised, take one of these cranes. It will be beneficial to your cultivation.”

“Thank you, Senior!” Mu Zhi’an bowed.

“You’ve earned it,” Yi Hao replied, then sighed, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy. “I never thought I would need to rely on a junior…”

He looked at Mu Zhi’an, smiling. “Regardless, I’m grateful for your help. I have some influence within the sect. If you ever need anything, come to me. Consider it a repayment…”

“It would be my honor to serve you, Senior,” Mu Zhi’an replied respectfully.

Pleasantries were essential. Even if they were just empty words, they still pleased the recipient.

Yi Hao smiled, nodding, then he discreetly studied Mu Zhi’an, a flicker of regret in his eyes.

He could see that Mu Zhi’an’s talent was exceptional. If it were the past, he would have taken him as an inner disciple.

But this year was different. It was a golden age, filled with talented candidates.

He could only choose one inner disciple, and ideally, it would be either Bai Ruoxi or Ye Lingxuan. Even if they were chosen by the winners of the last sect tournament, there was still Wei Mengrou, and even Huang Manting.

It was a shame, but he had to choose carefully…

BOOM!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and Mu Zhi’an looked up to see storm clouds gathering above the peak, lightning flashing through the dark sky.

“Is someone breaking through to Core Formation.?” he asked.

“It’s a Pill Tribulation,” Yi Hao chuckled. “It seems someone has refined a remarkable fourth-grade pill.”

He narrowed his eyes, his voice turning serious. “Judging by those clouds, it’s almost at the fifth grade.”

Alchemy… it’s my blind spot… He watched as Yi Hao seemed lost in thought, then he excused himself and left the pavilion.

As he passed the summit, he saw a group of disciples gathered, their gazes fixed on someone standing on a platform, their voices hushed.

Alchemy competitions were common on the peaks, but seeing someone refine a fifth-grade pill, even attracting a Pill Tribulation… it was rare.

He approached the crowd and looked up at the platform. Ye Yu stood there, his black robes flowing gracefully, a proud smile playing on his lips as he basked in the attention. And in his hand, he held a newly refined pill: a Jade Countenance Pill!

The Jade Countenance Pill could preserve one’s youthful appearance for several years. It might not be significant for men, but for women, its value was immense.

“Daoist Friend Ye’s alchemy skills are truly masterful. I concede defeat,” a young cultivator said, bowing respectfully.

Ye Yu bowed back, smiling. “Your skills are also impressive, Daoist Friend. You simply lack experience…”

“Young Master Ye, will you sell me that pill? I’ll pay five thousand spirit stones,” a female cultivator called out from the crowd.

“I’ll pay eight thousand.”

“Ten thousand…”

He listened to their bids, their gazes filled with admiration, and he smiled inwardly, maintaining his calm demeanor.

He suddenly felt a familiar gaze upon him, and he looked towards the back of the crowd. A young man in luxurious robes was standing there, watching him.

…Mu Zhi’an.

His expression darkened, and he stared at Mu Zhi’an, who was stretching, seemingly about to leave. “Young Master Mu, since you’re here, why don’t we have an alchemy competition…?”

The disciples turned to look at Mu Zhi’an, their voices hushed, their conversations filled with curiosity.

They had all heard about the conflict between Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu back in Tianxuan City, but judging by Ye Yu’s undisguised hostility, it seemed their feud was significant.

Mu Zhi’an stopped, turning to look at him, smiling. “Your alchemy skills are unmatched, Young Master Ye. I’m no match for you.”

“Are you afraid?” Ye Yu taunted.

Then he chuckled, as if realizing something. “I almost forgot. You’re not an alchemist. My apologies.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled, nodding, then retrieved a porcelain bottle from his storage ring.

Ye Yu’s gaze fixed on the “Ye” engraved on the bottle.

The pills Ye Lingxuan had given him!

“Lingxuan’s pills are quite useful…” Mu Zhi’an whispered, his voice a mental message.

Ye Yu’s eyes narrowed, his anger flaring.

He had used his sweet words to trick Lingxuan into giving him those pills, and now he was flaunting them…?

He had the audacity to be a kept man and act so proud…?

He was about to speak when a golden beam of light erupted from the cliff below, a potent medicinal fragrance filling the air.

Mu Zhi’an turned to look, his gaze following the beam towards the depths of the cliff. He saw a figure in a purple dress standing within the light.

And the fragrance… it was coming from her.

Ye Lingxuan’s seclusion was over!

Chapter 118: Mu Zhi’an, the Man Who Resists Beauty

After another round of tedious cultivation with Bai Ruoxi, Mu Zhi’an left her room, feeling refreshed and slightly disappointed.

He had promised Lin Ling, the foodie dragon, a delicious dinner. If he broke his promise, she might come looking for him, or worse, she might target more Eight Treasures Cranes.

The peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak would be heartbroken.

He arranged Lin Ling’s dinner, then went to his study, lighting a candle.

He sat at his desk, retrieving two paper cranes. He opened one and began to write.

This letter was for Shang Yanfei, the sect master.

“Sect Master, when you summoned me today, I was filled with a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation. I had suspected that my pen pal was you, and when my suspicions were confirmed, I was overjoyed, but also apprehensive.”

“After all, the difference in our status is quite significant.”

“But even so, our conversation was enjoyable. Your wisdom and your maturity are both admirable. I heard that the Pilgrimage Palace is a popular spot for couples. You’re familiar with the sect, Sect Master. Perhaps one day we could admire the peach blossoms together.”

“I apologize for my forwardness, but I couldn’t contain these feelings any longer. My words are sincere.”

“It’s a shame I couldn’t remember your face.”

He reread the letter, satisfied with its tone and content, then folded it into a crane and tossed it out the window.

The sect master was a shark, difficult to handle, but maintaining contact was essential.

Her personality in the letters and in person was slightly different.

In the letters, she was playful and even flirtatious. But in person, she possessed an imperial aura. Even her most casual actions carried a sense of authority.

Even he, a seasoned Lust Seeker Protagonist, felt pressure in her presence.

But in the letters, he could be more bold.

For example, his invitation for a date. She would never agree to meet a mere disciple at the Pilgrimage Palace. But the invitation itself conveyed his admiration and infatuation, portraying him as a naive and innocent boy enamored with a powerful woman.

The better her reading comprehension, the more she would appreciate his sincerity.

He opened the second crane and began writing.

“Thinking back, since joining the sect, we’ve both been busy with our own affairs, with no time for letters. The nights are long, and sleep eludes me, so I’m entrusting my thoughts to this crane…”

He wrote an eight-hundred-word love letter, then added, after a moment of thought: “I saw your face today, Senior Sister, and I can’t help but imagine us walking together through the sect. I know it’s a distant dream, but one must have aspirations. Perhaps one day…”

He folded the letter into a crane and tossed it out the window, watching as both cranes disappeared from view, then he stretched and left the study.

The Jade Glass Palace was a marvel of spatial manipulation. Each room contained a pocket dimension.

It was true for Bai Ruoxi’s and his rooms, and it was true for the other disciples as well.

He found Huang Manting’s pavilion and saw a beautiful female disciple standing guard.

After she reported his arrival and received confirmation, she led him inside.

“Sister is bathing. Please wait a moment, Young Master Mu,” she said politely, her gaze lingering on him with a hint of hostility.

Huang Manting is quite capable. Not just at the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, but even within the Two Polarities Sect, she has followers.

And this one is quite pretty. He poured himself a cup of tea, discreetly observing her figure.

She’s quite curvy. Those thighs… He quickly looked away.

Appreciating a woman’s beauty was one thing, staring was another.

He waited for nearly half an hour, then Huang Manting emerged.

Perhaps she knew he was coming, or perhaps it was her habit after bathing, but she wore a loose, casual robe, revealing her long, shapely legs, her slender waist, and her ample bosom.

She sat gracefully, crossing her legs, her white toes wiggling playfully, her every gesture seemingly designed to entice him.

She considered herself a beauty, but he already had the Bai family’s young mistress. If she acted like a proper lady, she would never be able to seduce him.

So when she had heard of his visit while enjoying her rose bath, she had chosen this attire.

He might be clever, but he was a former womanizer. He couldn’t have changed that quickly.

And she had heard about his close relationships with the Ye sisters.

But to her disappointment, when she sat down, he only glanced at her briefly, then quickly looked away.

It seemed Bai Ruoxi and his servant girl, Wei Mengrou, had given him an immunity to beauty.

But she wouldn’t give up so easily.

She glanced at her disciple, who seemed reluctant but eventually nodded and left the pavilion.

Huang Manting poured him a cup of tea, smiling. “Young Master Mu, you haven’t visited since joining the sect. What brings you here today?”

“Or perhaps…”

She placed her hand on his, her voice soft and alluring. “Have you changed your mind? Are you giving up on the Bai family’s young mistress and choosing me?”

He shook his head, his voice filled with mock hesitation. “Miss Huang, I came here for something important. Please don’t…”

If she hadn’t known him, she might have fallen for his act.

But seeing his hesitation, she remembered their encounter at the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, his calculated approach, and she narrowed her eyes.

She crossed her legs, her gaze meeting his, a playful smile on her lips. “You’re not here to entertain me with your acting, are you, Young Master Mu?”

She looked at him, her eyes filled with mock shyness, biting her lip, her voice soft and seductive. “Time is precious, Young Master Mu~”

She tugged at her robe, revealing a flash of white.

He glanced at her, then quickly looked away, shaking his head. “I have Ruoxi, Miss Huang. I can’t betray her…”

He averted his gaze, demonstrating his gentlemanly restraint.

But his reaction only fueled her desire to conquer him. She leaned forward, her chin resting on her hand, smiling. “You always have an agenda, Young Master Mu. You rejected my invitation for a late-night chat last time. You’re not here to simply talk, are you?”

“But before you tell me your reason, I want to know why you helped me receive that destiny inheritance.”

“And how did you know the true method…?”

If he hadn’t warned her not to infuse the tablet with her spiritual energy, she might have done so. And then, like Gongsun Cheng, she would have exhausted her energy and been expelled from the realm.

She wouldn’t have received the inheritance.

I made it up. How else could I have given you a favor…? He smiled, his voice calm. “It’s a secret.”

“As for why I helped you… I made a promise to your father. I’m simply keeping my word.”

She studied him, surprised, then a smile spread across her lips, her beauty captivating. “You’re a man of your word, Young Master Mu.”

She had thought he was a scheming manipulator, but it seemed he was also honorable.

He had given her a destiny inheritance, simply because of a promise he had made at the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce. It was a testament to his character.

After all, destiny inheritances were highly coveted.

She sipped her tea, her lips moist and alluring, then said, her voice soft, “The Third Prince is investigating you.”

He looked at her, feigning surprise. “Why would he do that?”

She chuckled. “He holds grudges. You two had a disagreement, didn’t you? He wants revenge.”

“He told you that…? It seems he trusts you…” he said, smiling.

She twirled a strand of hair, her voice soft and seductive. “He mentioned you, warning me not to get too close to you.”

“But… love is often uncontrollable.”

She held her teacup to his lips, smiling. “Don’t you agree, Young Master Mu?”

He sipped the tea, sighing. “Miss Huang, I’m really not here for that.”

“It’s fine. We can discuss other matters after we’re done with business~” she said, her smile alluring.

“The Third Prince would be heartbroken…” he said, chuckling.

She scoffed, her voice laced with disdain. “Why should I care if he’s heartbroken?”

If it were the crown prince, no, if it were the Eldest Princess, she might reconsider.

The Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce had branches throughout the Eastern Realm. She didn’t lack for anything material. She simply sought emotional fulfillment.

And a lovestruck fool couldn’t provide that.

“Speaking of which, the Third Prince seems to have the backing of a vice peak lord,” she added, her voice turning serious.

“Be careful, Young Master Mu.”

He didn’t react.

Lan Mulian had already warned him.

“Won’t you stay here tonight?” she asked, changing the subject, her gaze meeting his, her eyes filled with a seductive invitation.

He shook his head, his voice filled with mock regret. “Miss Huang, I’m really not that kind of person.”

He had already indulged with Bai Ruoxi several times today. He was temporarily in sage mode.

And if he accepted her offer, she would surely discard him once she was bored.

She was only so enthusiastic because he was unattainable.

Once she had him, she wouldn’t cherish him.

He was the fisherman, and she was the fish.

And she was inviting him into the water.

But he wanted to reel her in.

She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with mock tears. “You’re so cruel, Young Master Mu. I was planning to refuse to give the Third Prince any information about you.”

He looked at her, smiling. “Tell him everything he wants to know.”

“Tell him everything about Ruoxi and me…”

She studied him, confused. “Why?”

He smiled, his voice soft. “You’ll find out later.”

“Tell me now. Why should I listen to you?”

“Or you could stay here tonight and chat with me…” She tugged at his sleeve, her gaze meeting his.

He shook his head, his voice filled with mock regret. “Another time, Miss Huang. I promise.”

She stared at him, his expression sincere, his resistance baffling. According to her information, he was supposed to be a womanizer. Yet he was refusing her seductions. How could any man resist her…?

She sighed dramatically. “For the sake of that destiny inheritance, I’ll help you… But next time, Young Master Mu, you have to spend some time with me…”

“But how can you be so sure he’ll come to me for information?” she asked.

“He’ll come,” he replied with conviction.

Men loved to show off in front of the women they admired.

This was the perfect opportunity for him to demonstrate his power in front of her. He wouldn’t miss it.

She watched as he left, sipping her tea, then she felt a warm breath against her leg.

She looked down at the beautiful disciple kneeling at her feet, her voice soft. “My feet are sore. Give me a massage.”

She looked away, her fingers twirling a strand of hair, her thoughts racing.

Tell the Third Prince everything about him? Wasn’t that like handing him a weapon?

What was he planning?

And how could he be so sure the Third Prince would come to see her?

Fifteen minutes later, a disciple hurried in, glancing enviously at the girl kneeling at Huang Manting’s feet, then said, “Master, the Third Prince is here to see you.”

He actually came… She smiled, her beauty captivating.

“Bring him in.”

She would soon find out what Mu Zhi’an was planning, wouldn’t she?

And as for who she would support… it had been clear from the beginning.

They were both from Tianxuan City. Helping each other out… it was only natural.

The Third Prince had no idea that the woman he was pursuing was pursuing another man.

…

Mu Zhi’an returned to the pavilion, entering Bai Ruoxi’s room and lying down on the bed, his head resting on her lap. He watched as she meditated, her beauty serene, and he closed his eyes, enjoying her fragrance, the softness of her thighs against his cheek.

He had done everything he needed to do. All that was left was to return the cranes to the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak. He had to do it soon, before Lin Ling ate them all.

Then he could sit back and watch the show.

When it came to connections, he wasn’t lacking.

Chapter 117: Competing with Connections?

“This Vessel thing is great, but it’s completely useless to me,” Mu Zhi’an lay in bed, his arm wrapped around Bai Ruoxi’s slender waist, staring at the ceiling, his voice filled with mock disappointment.

“Mu Lang, is this really the time for this?” she asked, glancing at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and amusement.

She had disliked him for a long time. Firstly, because of his reputation as a womanizer, his frequent visits to pleasure houses, his relationships with courtesans. And secondly, because of his persistent and often annoying attempts to woo her. She had found his handsome face irritating. That was why, when she had pleaded with him in the carriage, she had felt such disdain. She would never have imagined that the boy she had once despised would become the man she genuinely loved.

He looked at her, her cheeks flushed, her hair slightly disheveled from their activities, her usually elegant composure disrupted. But it didn’t make her seem unkempt. It simply enhanced her beauty, giving her an air of vulnerability.

“If not now, then when?” he chuckled. “And besides, weren’t you saying something different just now?” he whispered in her ear, his voice teasing, making her blush even deeper, her eyes glistening with tears.

This shy and alluring side of her, it was a side she rarely showed in public. Even the disciples in Tianxuan City and the Two Polarities Sect wouldn’t believe that this cold and seemingly unattainable woman could be so clingy and affectionate.

Even though his desire had faded, he couldn’t resist kissing her blushing cheek, then gently stroking her fox ears.

“D-Don’t touch them,” she protested, her hand covering his.

He took her hand, chuckling. “I can’t believe you actually grew fox ears. It’s a shame you don’t have a tail.” He sighed dramatically. He had been curious about her full transformation.

She rolled her eyes. “This isn’t a joke, Mu Lang.” She stopped his other hand, which was wandering beneath the blankets, her voice laced with concern. “If someone sees me like this, it might affect my chances of becoming an inner disciple.”

“If that’s the case, it simply means those peak lords have poor judgment,” he replied calmly, pulling her closer. He paused, then asked, “Can you hide them?”

Bai Yuanfeng could conceal her aura. Surely Bai Ruoxi could do the same.

She nodded. “I can, but it will take at least a day.”

When she had broken through from the first to the second level of Core Formation, her Vessel had expanded, and her Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline had awakened slightly. The difference between Foundation Establishment and Core Formation was truly immense, not just in terms of strength, but also in the manifestation of one’s bloodline. While awakening her Nine-Tailed Fox powers would make her stronger, with the current tensions between humans and demonic cultivators, revealing them openly would be sensitive.

“Mu Lang, be honest. Do you dislike me now?” she asked, her voice filled with a sudden insecurity, her gaze meeting his.

He looked down at her, her cheeks still flushed from their cultivation, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, their allure captivating. He gently wiped away a tear, his gaze meeting hers, his voice reassuring. “I told you, Ruoxi. It doesn’t bother me.”

Who could possibly dislike a fox girl? Especially a Nine-Tailed Fox! If she worked hard, she might even reach the Nine Tails. Then she would be on the same level as the World Devouring Python and even the sect master. With her talent, it wasn’t impossible. Then I can finally relax and be a kept man. He chuckled inwardly.

He didn’t have much pride. After all, being kept by a beautiful woman, it was a dream come true for many. It was a comfortable and enjoyable lifestyle. And he was simply working towards that goal.

Senior Sister Lan, Ye Lingxuan, they were both incredibly talented. I should find a way to give Qian’er a cheat as well. He had accepted his fate. He might be envied by the heavens, his talent supposedly so great that it jealous the gods. But the women around him, they were all exceptionally talented as well. And they had cheats. Something he lacked.

It wasn’t that he didn’t try to obtain cheats. It was just that the ones he found, he couldn’t use them himself. It was frustrating. In a game, he would be the support character, weak in combat, but capable of boosting his allies, giving them experience and equipment. And he himself was a cheat, designed to help the women around him improve their cultivation.

I wouldn’t be surprised if my status changed from “Supporting Role” to “Support” or even “Heroine.” He chuckled inwardly.

Seeing that he wasn’t disgusted, that his gaze was filled with desire, she blushed, lowering her eyes, her voice a soft murmur. “You have strange tastes, Mu Lang.”

He stroked her hair, his voice gentle. “Stay in your room for the next two days, Ruoxi. Suppress your demonic aura and hide your ears.”

He touched her ears, and she shivered, her body squirming slightly. He chuckled. “Actually, this incident, it’s quite timely.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The Third Prince is investigating me. He’s trying to find my weaknesses,” he explained.

“But I don’t have any weaknesses. My only dark secret is my past womanizing.”

Her eyes darkened, her gaze filled with a mix of passion and something else.

Mu Lang used to frequent pleasure houses. He only stopped when he started pursuing me. But recently, he’s been close to the Ye sisters and Senior Sister Lan.

She remained silent, her arms wrapping around him, her face buried in his chest, her eyes closed.

Why does this feel strange? He looked down at her, then continued, “He won’t find anything on me, but he might investigate those around me.”

“He won’t be able to find anything on Mengrou. Her hometown is too far away. But you, he might be able to uncover something.”

“Ye Yu’s accusations about you being a demonic cultivator, it was a major incident in Tianxuan City. If he investigates, he’ll find out quickly.”

Her eyes filled with worry. “…What should we do?”

Back in Tianxuan City, the Mu family’s influence was absolute. He could control the narrative. But if the Third Prince used this against her within the Two Polarities Sect…

“The sect isn’t that rigid. With your talent, they’ll protect you. You’re innocent,” he said, smiling. “In fact, this is a rare opportunity.”

“…An opportunity?” she asked, her eyes meeting his.

He stroked her cheek, his voice soft. “Since someone wants to gather information on me, to find my weaknesses…”

“I’ll simply give him all the information he wants.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not just my information, but yours as well. And the information about Ye Yu’s accusations.”

She stared at him, her mouth agape, her voice incredulous. “Mu Lang, what are you planning…?”

“You do have demonic aura within you. And since it seems to manifest whenever your cultivation increases, we’ll simply let everyone know that there’s demonic aura here.”

He paused, then added, “But it won’t be your demonic aura.”

“Whose will it be then?” she asked, confused.

“Someone who already possesses demonic aura,” he replied, smiling.

She blinked, her brow furrowing, then her eyes widened with realization. “You mean her…?”

He placed his finger on her lips, silencing her. “Shh.”

She hesitated, then asked, “Will she agree…?”

“She doesn’t care about such things,” he chuckled. “She only cares about what’s for dinner.”

The Third Prince? Or the people behind him? It didn’t matter if they were peak lords or elders. Their accusations would be meaningless.

She might not help actively, but she could help passively. Just like him, sometimes he was tired of being proactive, and he would passively accept Bai Ruoxi’s affection.

“How will you give him the information?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“He’ll surely send someone he trusts to gather information, right?”

“Anyone with a brain would do that,” he agreed, nodding. “I can’t deliver it myself, and neither can anyone close to me. They would be suspicious.”

“But there’s someone perfect for this role.”

“We’re all from Tianxuan City. Helping each other out, it’s only natural. Isn’t that what her father said?”

Seeing her confusion, he didn’t explain further. He kissed her, then pulled the blankets over them.

He would sleep first. He would deal with everything else later.