Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 116: Whoa, Fox Girl!! Part 2

He was right. That was the extent of his dark past. And for wealthy young masters, it was nothing.

“I’m not worried about myself, but I am concerned about those around me,” he added.

She raised an eyebrow. “You mean Bai Ruoxi?”

He nodded. A trace of demonic aura lingered within her Vessel. It had been a major incident in Tianxuan City. It wouldn’t be difficult to uncover. And the Third Prince was now close to Huang Manting. He might learn something from her.

I should talk to her. He made a mental note.

“Be careful. Don’t give them any ammunition,” Wei Mengrou warned, her voice cold.

He smiled, nodding. “I know. If my secrets are going to be exposed, it’s better if it’s by someone I trust.”

Or if they fall into Mengrou’s hands, I wouldn’t mind that either. He glanced at her alluring figure, sighing inwardly. We’re truly a perfect match, Mengrou.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, noticing his gaze lingering on her legs, then her feet. She quickly hid her feet, glaring at him.

“Nothing. I was just thinking,” he replied, quickly composing himself. “I’ll go check on Ruoxi and warn her to be careful.”

After all, someone was investigating them. It was best to be cautious. Secrets were safer in the hands of trusted allies.

He left Wei Mengrou and entered Bai Ruoxi’s room. Incense burned, its fragrance filling the air. She was sitting on her bed, her white dress accentuating her pale skin, her hands resting on the mattress, her feet bare, her white socks discarded.

But that wasn’t the important part. The important part was a pair of fox ears had sprouted from her head. She was biting her lip, her eyes filled with confusion and distress.

She seemed to sense his presence, looking up at him, her face flushed, her beauty even more alluring than usual.

“Mu Lang… something’s wrong,” she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable.

He froze, wanting to call out to Wei Mengrou: Honey, come look! It’s a fox girl! But he knew she would just roll her eyes. And while he was delighted by her fox ears, he couldn’t help but frown.

Why did they appear now?

This was the Two Polarities Sect. The sect master might be open-minded, but the other disciples, they might gossip. People were envious by nature. Bai Ruoxi was beautiful, talented, and seemingly flawless. And she already had a partner. If someone discovered this weakness, it would surely become a topic of conversation. And with the Third Prince investigating him, it could be problematic.

He closed the door and approached her bed, studying her beautiful face. “When did this happen?”

She bit her lip, her voice soft. “I was meditating after we returned. I felt like I was about to break through to the second level of Core Formation, and then I felt this tingling sensation. And when I opened my eyes…”

She looked down, her gaze meeting his, her eyes filled with apology. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

She knew what having fox traits meant within the sect. Even if Senior Sister Lan didn’t mind, it would attract unwanted attention. And it would cause trouble for him.

So as her cultivation increases, her Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline awakens. He sat beside her, taking her hand, his voice serious.

“Did you grow a tail?”

“No,” she replied, her face pale, her eyes wide and innocent, their beauty even more captivating. She had been worried about his reaction. Would he be shocked, then concerned? Knowing him, he would hide his worries and try to comfort her. But that would only make her feel more guilty for burdening him. But he was asking about her tail?

“Aren’t you worried about what will happen if this is discovered, Mu Lang?”

He squeezed her foot, his gaze lingering on her face. Perhaps it was because of her fox ears, but she seemed even more alluring than usual.

“I’m worried, but there’s no need to panic,” he said, unable to resist touching her lips.

There were more pressing matters to attend to.

Chapter 116: Whoa, Fox Girl! Part 1

“How was your meeting with Master?”

Lan Mulian asked casually as they flew back to the Jade Glass Palace on her cloud.

She’s well-endowed and beautiful, but the pressure is too intense. A normal person couldn’t handle her… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, then replied respectfully, “The sect master is a remarkable woman, her words and actions both captivating and inspiring. She’s worthy of respect.”

Shang Yanfei was truly an exceptional woman, but he wasn’t sure if it was her power or her aura, she seemed unattainable for now. Even if he managed to conquer her in the future, she wouldn’t be easy to control.

Lan Mulian nodded, her voice clear and cold. “She rarely meets with anyone. She must have had a reason for summoning you. Since you can’t discuss it, I won’t pry. But remember whatever she told you.”

Senior Sister is still trying to extract information. He nodded obediently. “Yes, Senior Sister.”

They soon arrived at the Jade Glass Palace, and as he stepped off the cloud, he remembered something. He looked up at her. “I picked two peach blossoms from the Pilgrimage Palace a few days ago. Is that alright?”

Why would he pick peach blossoms? She chuckled. “As long as you didn’t take them all, no one will say anything. After all, the Pilgrimage Palace is a place for couples to relax. Others have done the same.”

She was curious about his intentions, but she didn’t ask, simply glancing at him. “Focus on your cultivation. Don’t waste your talent.”

He should be at least at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, but he was only at the fifth. It was the price he had paid for his past indulgences.

She was about to leave when he called out to her. “Wait, Senior Sister!”

She turned to see him approaching, a small wooden box in his hand.

“What’s this…?” she asked, her eyes flickering with curiosity.

She took the box and opened it, revealing a pink peach blossom nestled in Luminous Soil, its delicate petals unblemished.

“Peach blossoms are common at the Pilgrimage Palace, but I still hope you’ll accept this,” he said, his gaze meeting hers.

“Are you saying it resembles me, Junior Brother Mu?” she asked, closing the box, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“The snow lotus represents your aloof exterior, but the peach blossom, it’s your true self,” he said, sighing dramatically. “I know you might not believe me now, but even so, I wanted to give it to you, instead of letting it gather dust in my storage ring.”

He looked at her, his voice soft. “May I see your face, Senior Sister?”

His unexpected request surprised her, and she hesitated, remaining silent.

“If I could see your face, Senior Sister, it would motivate me to fight for an inner disciple position,” he said, his voice laced with a carefully crafted earnestness.

She still didn’t respond, and he sighed, turning to leave.

“If you become an inner disciple, I’ll give you a gift,” she said, her voice cold but clear.

He turned back to see her removing her veil. Her beauty seemed to eclipse even the peach blossom. He stared at her, his gaze captivated. He had imagined her resembling Feiying, but seeing her face, it was even more stunning.

Perhaps because she had just accepted his peach blossom, or perhaps because she had revealed her face, her usually aloof demeanor was softened by a faint blush, her beauty both elegant and alluring.

That’s more like it. She’s usually so cold and distant, not at all like a cute girl. This is perfect, he thought to himself. She was both aloof and feminine. If a jade beauty truly existed, it would be her.

He bowed. “I’ll work hard to become an inner disciple, Senior Sister.”

“Not for me. For yourself. Your priorities are misguided,” she said, her lips curving into a faint smile.

How can pursuing a beautiful woman be misguided? He looked at her, her eyes cold and clear, then said, “I’ll go meditate now, Senior Sister.”

She nodded, watching as he left, then she gently touched her storage ring. Within it, she kept the ingredients and recipe for a Rank Advancement Pill. It could instantly raise a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s rank by one level, but it could only be used once. It would be perfect for him. But giving him such a valuable gift, it might make him feel like he was being pitied. Men’s pride was often fragile. But if he became an inner disciple, he wouldn’t be able to refuse.

She rode her cloud, leaving the Jade Glass Palace and heading towards the back mountain of Two Polarities Peak.

…

Back at the pavilion, Mu Zhi’an, oblivious to her thoughts, knocked on a door.

“Senior Lin Ling.”

The door opened slightly, revealing a bright crimson eye, peering at him through the crack. After confirming his identity, she opened the door wider. He entered the room, a savory aroma filling the air. He glanced at Lin Ling, who was sitting at the table, her ample bosom pressed against the surface, her gaze unfocused, lost in thought. Her silver hair cascaded down her back, her feet bare, her white toes wiggling beneath her skirt.

She’s even more well-endowed than Ruoxi. He stared at her for a moment, then he noticed something.

“Senior Lin Ling, why is the Eight Treasures Crane aura so strong in here?”

“Did you eat another one?”

She looked up at him, shaking her head, then pointed at the table. She had written: I didn’t eat it.

“Then who did?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

She looked at him, but she didn’t answer.

She’s not telling. He changed the subject. “What about the other cranes…?”

She removed her storage ring and handed it to him.

“I’ll return it after we return the cranes tomorrow,” he said, his voice serious.

She tapped the table, then pointed at the words she had written: I’m hungry.

“I’ll prepare dinner for you later,” he said, smiling.

He knew that a being like Ling Long wouldn’t actually feel hungry, but if she wanted dinner, he would gladly provide it. After all, cooking was also a way to earn goodwill.

He left her room and headed towards Bai Ruoxi’s, noticing Wei Mengrou, who was about to disappear into the shadows. He had seen her face countless times, but he was still captivated by her beauty.

“Is Ruoxi in her room, Mengrou?”

She glanced at him, her voice flat. “She’s meditating. She seems to be on the verge of breaking through to the second level of Core Formation.”

“?”

“I’m almost at the sixth level,” she added.

Are they competing? He smiled, his voice filled with mock admiration. “Your talent is truly astonishing, Mengrou. I feel so safe with you here.”

She walked towards him, her ample bosom straining against her yellow dress, then stopped before him, her voice low. “Someone is investigating you.”

He had been admiring her long legs, visible beneath her thin dress, but her words snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Ye Yu shouldn’t have any influence within the sect, and neither does Gongsun Cheng. The only one I’ve offended recently…”

He paused, then said, “The Third Prince?”

Unlike Ye Yu, who was a protagonist, he preferred a harmonious approach, avoiding conflict whenever possible. He even tried to befriend others. But it was impossible to please everyone. There would always be those who were envious. He didn’t mind Ye Yu. He was the protagonist, after all. The Heavenly Dao would inevitably arrange for him to be Ye Yu’s stepping stone.

Gongsun Cheng was simply carrying on the feud between their families, and he was also arrogant by nature. As for the Third Prince, it was because of women.

Wei Mengrou nodded silently. “He seems to have some connections within the sect. It’s only a matter of time before he uncovers your past.”

He pondered her words, then chuckled. “Let him investigate.”

She hesitated. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll find something incriminating?”

“What could he possibly find?” he retorted.

“My past as a wastrel, obsessed with women, frequenting brothels and pleasure houses. It’s not exactly a secret,” he said, his voice laced with mock indifference.

She stared at him, speechless.

Chapter 115: I Will Stand Tall and Still Be a Kept Man!

The Third Prince watched, his eyes widening in disbelief as Lan Mulian led Mu Zhi’an away. He had learned about her before joining the sect. As the sect master’s only disciple, her position within the Two Polarities Sect was unique. A wastrel, involved with Bai Ruoxi, the Ye sisters, and even Senior Sister Lan?

He stared after them, his anger simmering, until they disappeared from view. But it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t have to see Mu Zhi’an for much longer. They had both entered the sect through connections. But so what? The difference between an inner disciple and an outer disciple was vast. Mu Zhi’an might have entered the sect through connections, but he couldn’t become an inner disciple that way. The Mu family’s influence didn’t extend into the Two Polarities Sect. But the Great Qian Dynasty’s did. He could become an inner disciple with the help of the vice peak lord.

Once he was an inner disciple, he would have countless ways to seek revenge.

For now…

He looked towards Huang Manting, surrounded by admirers, her smile radiant, and his gaze softened, a hint of infatuation in his eyes. He had realized how foolish he had been. Bai Ruoxi was beautiful, and the Ye sisters were charming, but now, his priority was this exceptional woman, the young mistress of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce.

As he thought this, she seemed to sense his gaze, looking up at him and smiling, her allure captivating. He felt his heart skip a beat, and he walked towards her, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

…

Meanwhile…

Ye Yu stared after Mu Zhi’an, his voice a desperate whisper in his mind. “Master, are you sure?”

“Is there really something sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace?”

“I sensed something. It can’t be wrong,” the old man replied. “Focus on your cultivation. If you become an inner disciple, the gap between you and him will only widen.”

“Then, dealing with him, it will be a simple matter.”

“And once you’re an inner disciple, visit the Pilgrimage Palace. Perhaps you’ll find something valuable.”

“I understand, Master!” He felt a surge of determination, his heart filled with hope. Mu Zhi’an might be acting smug, but this was the Two Polarities Sect. Inner disciples were chosen based on talent! And talent was something Mu Zhi’an lacked. He was just a scheming, lowly scoundrel. Lingxuan and Qian’er had been deceived by him. Even his former fiancée, she had fallen under his spell. Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi would surely become inner disciples. And then… He chuckled inwardly, turning and leaving the Pilgrimage Palace with the other disciples.

…

Mu Zhi’an said goodbye to Wei Mengrou and Bai Ruoxi, then followed Lan Mulian to the back mountain of Two Polarities Peak. A pavilion stood there, its octagonal table carved from greenstone. He stood before the pavilion, Lan Mulian beside him, the sect master facing away from them, her hands clasped behind her back. Her long hair cascaded down her back, her gray robe concealing her figure, her attire simple, yet her back, it was captivating.

He tried to see her face, but it was blurred, as if shrouded in mist.

“You’ve arrived,” she said, her voice clear and melodious.

He felt a sudden urge to prostrate himself. Her voice alone, it was like the voice of a celestial being, inspiring awe and reverence. I can’t kneel! She’s just a woman, a beautiful woman. He suppressed the urge, his gaze fixed on her back. Slowly, his lustful instincts overwhelmed his reverence.

Lan Mulian discreetly left the pavilion.

Shang Yanfei turned and sat at the table, waving her hand. A teapot and two cups appeared. “Have a seat. You must be thirsty after today’s events.”

He bowed respectfully, taking a seat across from her. He glanced at her, trying to see her face, but it was still blurred. It wasn’t like a mosaic. It was as if he forgot her features the moment he saw them.

“Ask whatever you want,” she said, smiling.

He hesitated, then asked, “Did you hear a strange voice at the altar today, Sect Master?”

“I did,” she replied calmly.

“Is there something sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace’s altar?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of apprehension. He paused, then added, “Do I need to know about the Pilgrimage Palace?”

“No.”

“Then forget I asked,” he said, relaxing slightly.

She sipped her tea, her voice laced with amusement. “Aren’t you curious about the voice?”

“It’s not something I can handle. And if you weren’t concerned, Sect Master, then I don’t need to worry either,” he replied.

He’s quite clever. She studied him, her eyes twinkling. “Any other questions?”

“Are you accepting any more disciples?” he asked, trying to ingratiate himself.

She shook her head. “We’re not compatible.”

Why does that sound like a rejection? He cleared his throat. “How much do you know about me, Sect Master?”

His question was deliberately vague. He wasn’t sure how much she knew, if she was even aware of the Demon Realm Empress’s mark. He hoped to extract some information. But she simply shook her head, smiling. “Your question is too vague. Be more specific.”

He hesitated, then sighed. “Forget it. I have no more questions.”

“The nine peaks will choose nine inner disciples in two days. Inner disciples receive more resources, which will benefit your cultivation.” She set down her teacup, looking at him, a smile playing on her lips. “And you’ll have access to more information.”

“If you want to join the game, this is the first step.”

He froze, his hand hovering over his teacup. Her words were a clear hint. She knew about the Demon Realm Empress. He considered his options, then spoke, his voice firm. “Sect Master, the truth is—”

She raised her finger to her lips, silencing him, her smile unwavering. “You’re an unseen player. You shouldn’t reveal yourself.”

He stared at her, her beauty captivating. Her words were a clear message. She knew everything, but she wouldn’t acknowledge it. She was playing dumb. Perhaps because if he admitted to meeting the Demon Realm Empress, the World Devouring Python would sense it. The two Empresses were playing a game, and he was a pawn caught between them. He was both the Demon Realm Empress’s agent and the sect master’s.

Being a double agent wasn’t easy. He sighed inwardly, then changed the subject.

“Have you received a snow lotus, Sect Master?”

“Are you referring to the one that accidentally ended up in my possession?”

She opened her hand, revealing a pristine snow lotus. It was the one he had sent through the paper crane, intended for Lan Mulian!

The sect master was truly his pen pal. Even though he had suspected it, hearing her confirmation, it was still shocking.

This shark, my pond can’t handle her yet. If I brought her in, she might devour me.

He felt a mixture of disappointment and excitement. Perhaps it was the allure of the unattainable.

They finished their tea, and he stood up to leave. Whatever was sealed within the Pilgrimage Palace, it wasn’t his concern. He couldn’t influence the grand scheme. The sect master knew what she was doing.

As for becoming an inner disciple, he wouldn’t ask for her help. He didn’t mind being a kept man, but she was too powerful. Until he had earned her affection, accepting too many favors would create an imbalance in their relationship. She might think he was only using her. And that would be unpleasant.

He paused before leaving the pavilion, turning to look at her, smiling. “I might be insignificant, Sect Master, but the words in my letters, they were all true.”

“Those letters were intended for my disciple, weren’t they?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

“It was just a coincidence that they ended up with me.”

He smiled, his voice soft. “Indeed. A coincidence. But perhaps, a fated one?”

…

He left the pavilion, her gaze following him, his heart light. Normally, he wouldn’t have spoken to her like that. But she had replied to his letters, her words even hinting at something more. It meant he could make a move.

Of course, he had to control the pace. If he accidentally won her over, he wouldn’t be overjoyed. He would be worried. She was a shark. She would devour anyone in her pond.

He would take it slow, one step at a time. He waited outside the pavilion, and soon, Lan Mulian arrived, riding a cloud.

“Senior Sister,” he said, greeting her.

She glanced at the empty pavilion. “What did my master ask you?”

“Things I can’t discuss yet,” he replied.

She frowned, seemingly displeased, but she didn’t press him further.

“Are you confident about the inner disciple selection?” she asked, changing the subject.

He sighed, feigning concern. “Honestly, it’s difficult.”

He had a guaranteed spot in the sect, but becoming an inner disciple, that depended on his own abilities.

“Are you accepting any more disciples, Senior Sister? I could be your disciple,” he said, chuckling.

She smiled faintly. “You’re still in the mood to joke. It seems you’re confident.”

He sighed dramatically. “I wasted too much time in the past. I can’t improve my cultivation that quickly.”

“If you weren’t confident, you wouldn’t be so relaxed,” she said, her gaze meeting his, waiting for his answer.

She knows me too well. She’s too smart. He hesitated, then continued. “Fifth-level Foundation Establishment, it’s not enough to become an inner disciple.”

“But, I’m an arts student.”

Joining one of the nine peaks and becoming an inner disciple directly, it wasn’t realistic. There were too many competitors. But there were other, neutral factions within the sect. He didn’t have to become an inner disciple through one of the peak lords.

…There was an easier way…

Chapter 114: Meeting the Empress

The voice continued to echo in his mind, its tone unsettling, despite the bright, sunny day. He rubbed his arms, looking around at the crowd. The disciples seemed unaware. Their gazes were fixed on the sect master, their eyes filled with admiration, as if they couldn’t hear anything.

“Child, I’m over here.”

The ancient voice whispered again, sending shivers down his spine. He looked towards the woman on the altar. Senior Sister Lan’s master is one of the most powerful cultivators in the world. She should be able to hear it. What is that voice? But Shang Yanfei seemed oblivious. Her gaze was fixed on the altar, her expression serene as she performed the ceremony.

“My child…”

The voice echoed in his mind, its persistence unnerving. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his back damp despite the cool autumn air. Wei Mengrou noticed his distress, her voice laced with concern. “Are you alright? If you’re not feeling well, we can leave.”

He shook his head, his gaze fixed on the altar.

Is there something sealed within it? But even if there was, it didn’t explain why only he could hear the voice. Ye Yu is supposed to be the Chosen One. Shouldn’t this opportunity be his? No. This wasn’t an opportunity. It was more like misfortune. Perhaps I’ve been with too many women. Is this divine retribution? He chuckled inwardly, his mind still able to joke despite the situation. He pressed his hand against his forehead, the voice echoing in his mind, relentless. His vision blurred, the world around him seeming to fade, as if shrouded in mist. Wei Mengrou looked at him, her usual coldness replaced by a hint of worry.

Shang Yanfei finished the ceremony, placing three incense sticks on the altar.

BOOM!

Thunder rumbled in the sky. The voice vanished, and he could hear the disciples whispering again, their voices clear. But his forehead was now beaded with sweat. Shang Yanfei descended the altar and returned to the platform. She glanced at the Grand Elder, her voice a mental message. “Postpone the inner disciple selections until the day after tomorrow.”

The Grand Elder looked at her, surprised, but he nodded without hesitation, relaying the message to the organizers.

She then looked towards a woman in a white dress, standing among the disciples.

Lan Mulian, sensing her master’s gaze, looked up and heard her voice, soft but firm. “Bring Mu Zhi’an to the back mountain.”

Mu Zhi’an? Why does she know his name? And why is she summoning him?

“Yes, Master.”

She was confused, but she didn’t question her master’s orders.

As the organizers announced the postponement, the disciples began to disperse, discussing the reason for the delay.

“Perhaps there are too many talented candidates this year. Even the peak lords need more time to deliberate.”

“Indeed. This year’s disciples are exceptional. It’s a golden age.”

“And there are so many beautiful junior sisters.”

They couldn’t help but discuss the attractiveness of their fellow disciples. In any era, beautiful women were a popular topic of conversation among men. Even in the cultivation world.

“But the most beautiful, it has to be Bai Ruoxi, right?” a disciple said, mentioning her name.

“Overall, the Bai family’s young mistress is indeed a beauty. She could even rival Senior Sister Lan,” another agreed.

“Isn’t she here as well? Why haven’t we seen her?”

“She’s over there.”

They turned to look. Bai Ruoxi was sitting on a step in a quiet corner of the square, her arm linked with Mu Zhi’an’s, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Her white dress accentuated her pale skin, her beauty captivating even with minimal makeup. A seemingly frail young man, being cared for by such a beauty, it sparked envy in the hearts of many.

The disciples slowed their pace, watching them, their voices hushed. “Who’s that guy with her?”

“He’s Mu Zhi’an, the eldest son of the Mu family. He used to be a womanizer. I don’t know how he managed to win her over.”

“A Core Formation genius, with a fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator. He must be quite skilled at pursuing women.”

Hearing their whispers, a disciple who had benefited from Mu Zhi’an’s help couldn’t help but speak up. “He’s not incompetent. He single-handedly led us through Boundless Sea Peak’s trial. And he supposedly performed well in Ling Long’s realm as well.”

“Boundless Sea Peak’s trial?”

They gasped, their expressions filled with disbelief. They all knew how brutal that peak’s entrance exams were.

“A fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, leading a group of disciples through Boundless Sea Peak’s trial?”

“Ling Long’s realm. I heard from my senior brother that most can’t even pass the first stage with the puppets. How did he do it?”

Their whispers reached Mu Zhi’an’s ears.

Bai Ruoxi frowned slightly. “They’re so annoying.”

He had performed well, yet they were questioning him, their words filled with disdain. He sat on the step, Bai Ruoxi beside him, Wei Mengrou standing silently nearby. He patted Bai Ruoxi’s hand, chuckling. “People’s prejudices are like mountains. My past behavior and my current actions are so different, it’s natural for them to be skeptical. And fifth-level Foundation Establishment, normally, it wouldn’t be possible to lead others through the trial.”

If not for the formation on Boundless Sea Peak, he wouldn’t have been able to help them. And some of them weren’t truly suspicious. They were simply envious that he was with Bai Ruoxi. It was understandable. A talented young woman with a former wastrel, it would inevitably attract some gossip. But at least they were intelligent. They wouldn’t confront him directly like Ye Yu or Gongsun Cheng. They would simply whisper behind his back.

Bai Ruoxi understood that defending him wouldn’t help. It would take time to change their perceptions. She believed he would eventually prove them wrong. After all, she had also been prejudiced against him, hadn’t she? But after spending time with him, she had come to understand his charm. It wasn’t his strength, but the sense of security he gave her. Although his habit of teasing her during intimate moments, it was a bit annoying. She blushed, remembering certain unpleasant images.

She wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at him, her voice filled with concern. “What happened, Mu Lang? Why are you so pale?”

He looked at her, her beauty captivating, her concern genuine, and he smiled. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

She still seemed worried, but she didn’t press him further. She sat beside him, waiting for him to recover.

Ye Yu watched them from the crowd, his heart burning with resentment as he saw her caring for Mu Zhi’an so tenderly, her gentleness on full display. He remembered her coldness, her indifference when she had given him the annulment letter. The contrast fueled his anger.

Mu Zhi’an seemed to sense his gaze, looking up and meeting his eyes. Ye Yu mouthed two words: You deserve it. He was referring to Mu Zhi’an’s weakened state.

Mu Zhi’an ignored him, focusing on Bai Ruoxi. He wouldn’t let a jealous person ruin his mood.

He was about to look away when a clear, sweet voice called out to him.

“Brother Mu.”

He looked up to see Ye Qian approaching, her embroidered shoes silent against the stone, her skirt swirling around her, revealing her smooth legs, her bosom bouncing slightly with each step. She reached him, looking down at him, her voice filled with concern. “Are you alright, Brother Mu?”

He smiled weakly, shaking his head. “I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

He gestured for her to sit beside him, then looked up at Ye Yu, who was glaring at him, and mouthed: Your sister is so cute.

Ye Yu stiffened, his expression turning uncomfortable, and Mu Zhi’an smiled, satisfied, looking away.

He was still feeling drained from the strange voice earlier, but the two women beside him, and even Mengrou’s concerned gaze, it was enough to heal him. It would be even better if Lingxuan and Senior Sister were here. As he thought this, the surrounding sounds seemed to fade.

A shadow fell over him. He turned to see Lan Mulian standing behind him, her face veiled, her lips parting slightly.

“Come with me to the back mountain,” she said, her voice cold and clear, her allure undeniable.

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he suddenly understood how Ye Yu had felt earlier. Then he realized something. Why is she summoning me now?

“Why are we going to the back mountain, Senior Sister?” he asked, his voice a mental message.

“My master wants to see you,” she replied mentally.

Her master, the sect master?

He froze, his mind reeling.

Shit. I’m not ready to meet the shark.

Chapter 113: Sect Master, I Don’t Want to Work Hard Anymore!, Part 2

It was Ning Long, the Third Prince. He was chatting with a woman in a black dress, his gaze filled with infatuation. And the woman was Huang Manting.

He moves on quickly. He was interested in Lingxuan before, and now he’s smitten with the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce’s young mistress? It made sense. She had a certain magnetism. If not for Bai Ruoxi, she would be considered the most beautiful woman in Tianxuan City. But while her feet were delicate and fair, her bosom wasn’t as ample as Bai Ruoxi’s. It was a significant flaw. And judging by her smile, she was clearly hiding her dominant nature. Poor Third Prince. He’s being played, and he doesn’t even realize it. He thinks he’s about to conquer her. He had fallen into a wicked woman’s trap.

She seemed to sense his gaze, looking up at him, her smile sweet and alluring. The Third Prince, oblivious, smiled back, believing he had captivated her.

“He’s so annoying, Young Master Mu. He’s been pestering me for days. I didn’t seduce him,” she whispered mentally.

Why are you telling me this? We’re not close. “He’s the Third Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty. If you play your cards right, you might become the crown princess,” he replied, his voice laced with amusement.

“The crown prince has already been chosen. And even if he wasn’t, the Eldest Princess would take over. He has no chance,” she scoffed.

The current crown prince was the Empress’s son, and the Eldest Princess, while a woman, was also incredibly capable. If she were a man, she might have been chosen as the heir.

He knew all this, so he simply smiled, looking up at the platform. The sect master had risen from her seat and was walking towards an altar. It was time for the ancestral worship, a ceremony performed only during the opening ceremony. However, the Two Polarities Sect didn’t worship their ancestors. They worshipped the Dao. Legend had it that an Immortal Ascension cultivator, having achieved resonance with the Heavenly Dao, had ushered in the age of cultivation. That cultivator, they were the first cultivator in the world.

He stared at Shang Yanfei, her gray robe flowing gracefully, her long hair cascading down her back, her figure a vision of unparalleled beauty.

She’s so beautiful. But she’s too high-level for me. He dismissed the thought, focusing on the ceremony, watching as she ascended the altar.

“The inner disciple selections will begin after the ceremony, right? Are you confident?” Wei Mengrou asked suddenly.

He shook his head, chuckling. “Even if I wasn’t confident, I would still try my best, Mengrou. So we can be together.”

She scoffed. “Do you really think anyone will choose me?”

The cultivation world valued destiny, and her destiny was abysmal. Most, upon learning about her bad luck, would reconsider.

“Ling Long’s destiny didn’t have any effect on you?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, her voice flat.

She hesitated, then added, her voice low. “I’m sorry. I wasted a destiny inheritance.”

Ling Long’s inheritances were highly coveted. It was understandable that she felt guilty for wasting one.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Mengrou,” he said, chuckling, his voice gentle and reassuring. “And you’re at the fifth level of Core Formation. Many would be eager to take you as a disciple.”

Fifth level of Core Formation at her age. If not for her bad luck, if she had encountered more opportunities, her cultivation would be even higher. The peak lords, seeking talented disciples for the next sect tournament, wouldn’t overlook someone like her.

“If you’re not chosen as an inner disciple, I won’t become one either. That was my promise to your mother,” she said calmly.

“You’re willing to give up inner discipleship to stay with me. You must have a crush on me, Mengrou,” he teased.

She glared at him, ignoring him.

“I’m a special recruit. I’m not sure if I’ll be chosen as an inner disciple, but I can make it happen,” he said, his voice a confident whisper.

He had displayed his talent for formations during the trial on Boundless Sea Peak. It would surely have attracted the examiners’ attention. And even if it hadn’t, his status as a Vessel was enough to entice them. But he didn’t want to reveal that secret unless absolutely necessary.

He might be a kept man, but he only wanted to be kept by Senior Sister Lan. The other women, they were too old. It wouldn’t be appropriate. Although the female elders are quite beautiful. And Master Yan is exceptionally alluring. She’s my type. He sighed inwardly.

In the cultivation world, one couldn’t judge a woman by her age. Perhaps I’ll just indulge a little. He looked away, trying to dismiss the thought.

“Child, come here…”

A voice, faint and ethereal, whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine.

He froze, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, searching for the source of the voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint its location.

“Child, come here…” The voice, weak and ancient, echoed in his mind.

He shivered, goosebumps erupting on his skin.

“What’s wrong?” Wei Mengrou asked, sensing his unease.

“Didn’t you hear anything?” he whispered.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

So only I can hear it. Or is someone sending me a mental message?

Who could it be? One of the elders or peak lords? No, they had no reason to contact him, especially during the ceremony.

Perhaps it’s just my imagination.

“My child…”

The ghostly voice echoed again, sending a shiver down his spine.

He looked up, his gaze fixed on the altar, his eyes widening with shock and disbelief. The voice was coming from the altar!

Chapter 113: Sect Master, I Don’t Want to Work Hard Anymore!, Part 1

On the platform, an elder stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the disciples below. Nearby, a middle-aged man in white robes spoke about the Two Polarities Sect, its history and traditions, urging the new disciples to cultivate diligently.

“This year’s batch of disciples seems to be the most promising in over a decade,” Yan Ruyu said, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, a smile playing on her lips.

“In terms of talent, it’s true,” the Grand Elder agreed, stroking his beard, his eyes twinkling.

“The Bai family’s young mistress, the Mu family’s servant girl, the enchantress from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, and even the girl from the Southern Wilderness, they’re all quite impressive,” a clear, melodious voice said.

“Have you forgotten about the Ye family’s girl? If I’m not mistaken, the old geezer from the Forbidden Zone brought his daughter here a few years ago…”

“Regardless, I claim Bai Ruoxi for Dao Peak,” a woman in a simple cotton dress said, her voice firm, a smile playing on her lips. Her beauty seemed to dim the surrounding scenery, a red beauty mark adorning her forehead, her smile both alluring and intimidating.

“There are fifteen candidates eligible for inner discipleship. Choosing nearly half of them, it’s a difficult decision,” Xiang Yan, the peak lord of Pure Yang Peak, said, looking at the Grand Elder. “Could we make an exception and choose two this year, Grand Elder?”

“Pure Yang Peak doesn’t have the privilege of choosing two inner disciples, does it, Brother Xiang?” another peak lord chuckled. “The winners of the last sect tournament were Myriad Flowers Peak and Dream Drunken Peak. Only those two peaks can choose two.”

The selection process began with the winners of the previous tournament, followed by the other peaks.

Xiang Yan, his temper flaring, nearly cursed. “Myriad Flowers Peak only won by using their draining techniques. They simply waited until the other disciples were exhausted. What kind of victory is that?!”

“Don’t get so agitated, Brother Xiang. It’s the opening ceremony. The disciples are watching,” the peak lord of Myriad Flowers Peak said gently, a smile playing on her lips. She was a beautiful woman, her charm undeniable, but those who knew her understood that she was far from gentle.

The Grand Elder smiled. “There’s no rush. We can discuss the inner disciples after the ceremony.”

“The sect master has arrived,” someone said suddenly.

They looked around, but they didn’t see her. Then, in an instant, she appeared on the last seat, a woman in a simple gray robe, her long hair cascading down her back.

“Sect Master,” they said, bowing respectfully.

“The sect master is late. Did something happen?” the Grand Elder asked, his voice low.

“It’s nothing. I was simply meeting an old friend. I was delayed,” Shang Yanfei replied calmly, her gaze sweeping over the disciples below.

She discreetly wiped a smudge of grease from her lips.

Yi Hao stared at her, his brow furrowing slightly.

Why do I sense Eight Treasures Crane on her?

Impossible. She’s the sect master. She wouldn’t steal my cranes, would she? He quickly dismissed the disrespectful thought.

“Speaking of which, Junior Sister, haven’t you been stuck at the third level of Nascent Soul for quite some time?” the peak lord of Dao Peak asked Yan Ruyu, a smile playing on her lips.

Yan Ruyu frowned, but she quickly smiled. “I’m still young. A few more years at this bottleneck won’t hurt.”

“But haven’t you been at the fifth level of Nascent Soul for nearly two decades, Senior Sister? At your age, you should be careful,” she retorted, her voice laced with subtle mockery.

“Wouldn’t it be tragic to reach the end of your life still stuck at the fifth level?” Her smile was gentle, but her words were sharp. It was no wonder. She and the peak lord of Dao Peak had been fellow disciples, their rivalry longstanding. After the previous peak lord of Dao Peak had passed away, leaving the position to the current peak lord, Yan Ruyu had left the peak.

The Two Polarities Sect was vast. They rarely saw each other, but now, their meeting had inevitably led to some friction. However, her words had struck a nerve with many present. They were all powerful cultivators, individuals who would be renowned in the outside world. But on this platform, they were ordinary. And many of them had been stuck at their current bottlenecks for years.

It wasn’t due to laziness or lack of effort. The path of cultivation became increasingly difficult, especially when facing a bottleneck. Her words had unsettled them.

“The sect master is gracing us with her presence, and the disciples are watching. Please behave yourselves,” the Second Elder said, his voice laced with a hint of warning.

They both fell silent.

Shang Yanfei glanced at the peak lords and elders.

So many of them are stuck.

A thought occurred to her, and she looked towards the disciples below. Specifically, at Mu Zhi’an.

If they knew about his other Vessel, he would surely be included in their discussions about inner disciples. The male cultivators wouldn’t care, but there were several female cultivators present. Taking advantage of a junior wouldn’t be ideal, but if it meant breaking through their bottleneck, most would be tempted.

The disciples were also looking at the woman on the platform. Even though her attire was simple, her aura commanded attention.

Mu Zhi’an also stared at her, her long hair flowing freely, her beauty undeniable. He couldn’t see her clearly from below, but even her silhouette was captivating.

She seems destined for me. He sighed inwardly.

As he thought this, she seemed to sense his gaze, looking towards him. Their eyes met. She smiled, her expression both alluring and knowing.

His mind went blank, and it took him a moment to recover.

Damn, it feels like she can see through me. He quickly looked away, lowering his head, feigning respect.

She truly is a shark. My pond can’t handle her yet.

“What’s wrong?” Wei Mengrou asked, sensing his unease, her voice a mental message.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I didn’t sleep well last night. I’m a bit tired.”

She rolled her eyes, her voice laced with disapproval. “Who told you to spend the night with Miss Bai…?”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but her gaze was filled with disgust.

He ignored her, glancing at Bai Ruoxi, her figure alluring even among the other disciples. Then his gaze shifted to Ye Qian, who was standing behind her, her blue dress accentuating her curves, her beauty both innocent and alluring. She usually stayed by Ye Lingxuan’s side, but after entering Ling Long’s realm a few days ago, she had seemingly received an inheritance, and it seemed it wasn’t over yet.

I’ll ask Ling Long about it when I see her.

He had been craving Lingxuan’s rouge.

As he was about to look away, he noticed a young man in a four-clawed python robe standing nearby.

Chapter 112: The Inner Disciple Selection, Part 2

…

The next morning, Mu Zhi’an left early and traveled to Two Polarities Peak with Wei Mengrou. He wrote a message on a paper crane and sent it into the peak. Soon, Lan Mulian arrived, riding a cloud.

She looked at him, noticing the safe distance he was maintaining from Wei Mengrou, a smile playing on her lips. “You’re early.”

“Come in. I’ve prepared tea.”

She led them towards a pavilion on the back mountain.

“I heard the sect master resides here. Why haven’t I seen her?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

“She left a few days ago. I don’t know where she went,” she replied.

He was disappointed. He had hoped to catch a glimpse of his pen pal.

They reached the pavilion, and Wei Mengrou excused herself, leaving them alone.

“Don’t mind her. She’s always like that,” he said, chuckling.

Lan Mulian nodded, pouring him a cup of tea.

“I heard the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak visited you yesterday,” she said, her voice clear and cold, getting straight to the point.

He nodded. “Senior Ling Long took his Eight Treasures Cranes. He was concerned.”

“Just because of one crane…?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yi Hao wasn’t that petty.

“She took all of them,” he admitted.

All of them. Her eyes widened with surprise. No wonder he had gone to the Jade Glass Palace. One crane was one thing, but all of them, it was a significant loss.

She sipped her tea, then noticed his gaze upon her, as if hoping she would remove her veil.

She smiled faintly, setting down her cup. “You said Senior Ling Long was seeking you. Why?”

Why are you teasing me? He was disappointed, but he masked his emotions, taking a sip of tea. “Do you remember my destiny from the test?”

She was intelligent. She understood immediately. “She’s interested in your destiny. Perhaps she even knows what it means?”

As expected of Senior Sister. She’s so sharp. He nodded. “You’re right. She summoned me because of my destiny. She even granted me an inheritance in her realm.”

He retrieved two tablets from his storage ring.

“Tablets containing Ling Long’s destiny…?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

He nodded. “If you need one, Senior Sister, you can have it.”

She shook her head. “Ling Long’s destiny is precious, but it’s useless to me.”

Useless. That meant she already possessed immense destiny. He understood.

He suddenly felt a cold gaze upon him, and he looked up to see her smiling, her voice laced with amusement. “You’re quite clever, Mu Zhi’an, trying to extract information.”

Her voice was sweet, her smile gentle, but her eyes were cold.

He bowed respectfully. “I was simply trying to help you, Senior Sister.”

“And then you’ll give one to Ye Lingxuan, one to Ye Qian, and one to your little lover?”

Her voice turned cold, her words sharp.

“Just like you did with the snow lotuses.”

He flinched. She hadn’t mentioned the snow lotuses, but she clearly cared.

He sighed. “Senior Sister, Miss Bai, she was already insecure after her family’s troubles in Tianxuan City. And after Ye Yu accused her of being a demonic cultivator, she became even more vulnerable.”

“If I hadn’t chosen her, I was worried.”

He set down his teacup, shaking his head. “It’s fine. I know it’s just an excuse. I’m grateful that you’re even seeing me.”

He looked up at her, his voice filled with mock despair. “I was wrong about the snow lotuses, Senior Sister. You can scold me, punish me. I’ll accept it. But please, don’t abandon me.”

He retrieved dozens of paper cranes from his storage ring, his gaze downcast, his voice soft. “I still want to exchange letters with you.”

Silence.

He kept his head bowed. She was too intelligent. Even his most heartfelt performance couldn’t completely sway her. She remained skeptical.

She studied him, a smile playing on her lips. “You’re quite the charmer, Mu Zhi’an.”

“I’m being sincere, Senior Sister,” he insisted.

After a moment of silence, she said, “Put those cranes away. If my master sees them…”

He relaxed, his heart easing. Her words meant she was temporarily dropping the matter of the snow lotuses. It didn’t mean she had forgiven him, but at least he could continue to pursue her.

“Is the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak skilled in formations?” he asked, changing the subject.

She frowned, pondering his question. “He’s more skilled in talismans than formations.”

“Why do you ask?”

“I managed to comprehend a small portion of the formation in the Trial Forest, but there are some things I don’t understand,” he replied.

She hesitated, then said, “If you’re interested in formations, you could ask Master Yan at the library. She’s knowledgeable about the ancient texts. She might be able to help you.”

She paused, then added, “Or if you join Boundless Sea Peak, you could ask his master.”

He looked at her, confused. “He has a master?”

She nodded. “His master is the founding peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak. His power is immense. He’s been in seclusion for many years, leaving the peak in Yi Hao’s care.”

A thought flashed in his mind.

Demon Realm traitor.

The formation in the Trial Forest had clearly been created by a demonic cultivator. That was why he, with the Demon Realm Empress’s mark, had been able to comprehend it. He had initially suspected Yi Hao, but now, his master seemed more likely. After all, according to Lan Mulian, Yi Hao wasn’t skilled in formations.

“But to meet his master, you’ll need to become an inner disciple,” she said, her voice pulling him back to the present.

She sipped her tea, looking at him, a smile playing on her lips. “Focus on the inner disciple selection in four days.”

“The sect master will be there as well,” she added.

The sect master will be there? So I’ll finally meet my pen pal? He finished his tea, his thoughts elsewhere, then continued chatting with Lan Mulian until, half an hour later, he excused himself.

…

He spent the next four days cultivating in Bai Ruoxi’s room, not venturing out. The day of the inner disciple selection arrived.

The nine peak lords, thirteen elders, twenty-six vice peak lords, and the pavilion masters gathered on a platform in the Pilgrimage Palace. Their combined strength was unmatched in the Eastern Realm, even in the entire cultivation world.

Thousands of disciples stood in the square below, their gazes fixed on the figures on the platform, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.

The opening ceremony began!

Chapter 112: The Inner Disciple Selection, Part 1

Mu Zhi’an waited in the pavilion, and soon, a handsome man in white robes approached, his aura refined, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Who’s this guy? He’s quite handsome… Almost as handsome as me… Mu Zhi’an studied him, his thoughts filled with a hint of rivalry.

Yi Hao bowed politely, his demeanor humble despite his status. “Young Friend Mu, you sent me a letter?”

This is Yi Hao?

The peak lords were all at least a hundred years old, their cultivation at Nascent Soul or higher. Mu Zhi’an bowed deeply, his voice respectful. “Greetings, Senior. I am Mu Zhi’an.”

His attitude was sincere and deferential.

Yi Hao nodded, smiling. “I received your letter. I heard Senior Ling Long is staying with you…?”

“She is, Senior. She just finished eating an Eight Treasures Crane,” Mu Zhi’an replied respectfully.

Yi Hao’s eyelid twitched, but his smile remained unchanged. “It’s fine. She can have as many as she wants.”

If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be here. Mu Zhi’an said, “She simply wanted to try it. It has no effect on someone like her.”

Yi Hao nodded, chuckling. “What do you suggest, Young Friend Mu?”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then said, “It’s a waste to consume them, so I tried to dissuade her, but…”

He hesitated, then continued, “Don’t worry, Senior. I’ll think of something.”

The truth was, after eating one crane, Lin Ling had decided they weren’t as delicious as she had expected. She had lost interest in the others. So when he had requested them, she had readily agreed. But he hadn’t accepted them. After all, if he had retrieved them so easily, the favor wouldn’t be as memorable.

Yi Hao’s expression softened slightly. “I’ll leave it to you, Young Friend Mu.”

With his status, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to demand the cranes back from Ling Long. It would be embarrassing. He had just declared in front of his fellow peak lords that she could have all of them, and now, if he went back on his word, how could he face them? Besides, if she refused, he couldn’t force her. She was Ling Long. Even the sect master might not be able to persuade her. He could only place his hopes on Mu Zhi’an.

“Why is she staying with you?” he asked suddenly, remembering the most important question.

Ling Long rarely left her seclusion. She had never shown any favoritism towards anyone, except for the sect master. Yet she was currently residing with a new disciple. It was baffling.

Mu Zhi’an sighed, his voice laced with a carefully crafted concern. “I encountered her in her realm, Senior. We connected, and she even granted me a destiny inheritance.”

“Oh?”

Yi Hao studied him, his expression curious. “Isn’t that a good thing? Why are you sighing?”

“It is, but the Third Prince is spreading rumors, saying I abandoned my companions and claimed the inheritances for myself,” Mu Zhi’an said, his voice filled with mock despair.

“The Third Prince…?”

Yi Hao pondered for a moment, then scoffed. “That old fool’s son. Hmph, those royals are always resorting to schemes.”

He looked at Mu Zhi’an, his voice reassuring. “Don’t worry, Young Friend Mu. If anyone tries to exploit this, the sect will ensure fairness.”

“Your righteousness is admirable, Senior. Thank you,” Mu Zhi’an said, feigning gratitude.

Yi Hao nodded, then, before leaving, he offered a subtle hint. “Eight Treasures Cranes have no effect on those above the peak of Core Formation. If Senior Ling Long wants to eat, I’ll have some other ingredients delivered.”

“As for the cranes, if you can retrieve them, I’ll give you one.”

“I’ll take care of it, Senior,” Mu Zhi’an said, his voice filled with mock confidence.

Yi Hao smiled, pleased by his understanding. He offered a few more words of encouragement, urging him to focus on his cultivation, then he departed.

Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully, watching as he soared into the sky.

He returned to his room and found Lin Ling sitting there, her chin resting on her hand, lost in thought. Her silver hair flowed freely, her beautiful face illuminated by the candlelight, her ample bosom pressed against the table, her simple robe doing little to conceal her alluring figure.

“Senior Lin Ling, we’ll return the cranes to the peak lord in a few days. Is that alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

He had already asked once, but it was best to confirm, just in case she changed her mind.

She snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at him, then nodded. She had been in seclusion for years, suppressing her karmic fire. Now, with someone’s help, she could temporarily leave her realm in human form. Naturally, she wanted to experience various delicacies. She had tried one crane, and she wasn’t interested anymore.

“When will we exchange destiny?” he asked.

She tapped the table, writing something on its surface.

He looked at the words: After the inner disciple selection.

Transferring destiny required time and preparation, even for Ling Long. And it was a gradual process, not something that could be completed in a day or two.

He nodded, smiling, then chatted with her for a while longer, building rapport, before leaving the room. He didn’t return to his own room. He headed towards Bai Ruoxi’s, quietly opening the door. She was lying in bed, seemingly asleep.

But he knew it was just a pretense. Core Formation cultivators didn’t need sleep. And it was still early. She wouldn’t be sleeping at this hour.

He closed the door, removed his robes, and slipped into bed, wrapping his arms around her soft body. Another night of helping Bai Ruoxi with her cultivation. How tedious.

…

That night, in a secluded chamber, Ning Long, the Third Prince, sat with a dark expression on his face, his fingers tapping impatiently against the armrest. Two cultivators, his age, stood before him respectfully.

Normally, a dynasty’s reign wouldn’t exceed three hundred years. But in this world, the Great Qian Dynasty had ruled the Eastern Realm for nearly a thousand years. It had reached its peak a century ago, but in recent years, there had been signs of decline. But even so, its foundation remained strong. Many royals had entered the Two Polarities Sect, some even rising to positions of power.

He had received special treatment since joining the sect. For example, these two cultivators had been assigned to him by the vice peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak, to handle any inconveniences.

“You’re saying Mu Zhi’an led the disciples to the destiny inheritances?” he asked, his voice cold, his heart filled with regret.

He was the Third Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, born with Imperial Aura. If he had received Ling Long’s inheritance, he might even have a chance to become crown prince. After all, the destiny bestowed by Ling Long, even his father would have to reconsider. But he had been expelled from the realm shortly after entering. If he hadn’t spoken up, if he had simply waited patiently, he might have followed Mu Zhi’an to the inheritances, he might even have received Ling Long’s destiny! It was his own fault for being impulsive. But it was also Mu Zhi’an’s fault. If he hadn’t cheated, he wouldn’t have felt unjustly treated and questioned Ling Long.

“The two who received inheritances, one was Huang Manting, the other a girl from the Southern Wilderness,” a cultivator reported respectfully.

Within the Two Polarities Sect, even his status as a prince wasn’t that impressive. But he had the backing of the vice peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak. That was a different story. Serving the vice peak lord was a rare opportunity. If they earned his favor, they might receive preferential treatment. It was a tempting prospect.

“Are you sure Mu Zhi’an received an inheritance as well?” he asked.

“We can’t be sure. There’s no outward sign,” the other cultivator replied.

“Some disciples said they saw Ling Long approaching Bai Ruoxi when she first left the cliff. Mu Zhi’an was there as well,” the first cultivator reported, sharing the information he had gathered.

“Oh?”

He narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping against the armrest. After a moment, a realization dawned on him.

“What if Ling Long wasn’t looking for Bai Ruoxi, but for Mu Zhi’an?”

That would explain why she was with him in the realm, why they seemed so close. Ling Long had been seeking him from the beginning. Bai Ruoxi was just a distraction!

“He’s definitely hiding something.”

He spoke with conviction. “Continue investigating. After the inner disciple selection, I want to know everything about his past.”

The two cultivators bowed. “Yes, Your Highness.”

He watched them leave, sipping his tea, his thoughts racing.

…

Meanwhile…

“You’re unhappy…?” a voice echoed in Ye Yu’s mind, sensing his frustration.

“My talent, my destiny, they’re both stronger than his! Why did Ling Long choose him, not me?!” he screamed inwardly, his aura fluctuating wildly.

The old man sighed. “Destiny only increases your chances of encountering opportunities. Seizing those opportunities, that depends on your own abilities.”

“Are you saying I’m incompetent, Master?” he asked, his voice laced with resentment.

“You’re not incompetent. You’re far more capable than Mu Zhi’an,” the old man replied. “But you lack flexibility.”

“In the cultivation world, strength is only one aspect. Social skills, adaptability, they’re equally important.”

“Imagine this. You reach the peak of Foundation Establishment, even Core Formation. You can defeat Mu Zhi’an in a fair fight. But what if he calls for help?”

His words silenced Ye Yu.

He quickly retorted, “Relying on others is a crooked path.”

But you’ve been defeated by outside forces several times. Bai Ruoxi was your fiancée. Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian are your cousins. And now they’re all on his side. Isn’t that outside help?

The old man sighed, but he didn’t say anything else.

Chapter 111: You’re My Favorite Out of All the Women I’ve Loved

Wei Mengrou carried Mu Zhi’an on her flying sword, heading towards the Jade Glass Palace. The vast expanse of the cliff stretched beneath them, the air filled with spiritual energy and swirling mist. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his chest pressed against her back.

She glanced at him coldly, and he chuckled, offering a flimsy excuse. “I’m afraid of falling.”

She scoffed.

Afraid? He hadn’t seemed afraid in front of Lan Mulian. He was just trying to maintain his image in front of his Senior Sister. Men.

She didn’t say anything. They were almost at the Jade Glass Palace.

Under her guidance, they soon arrived and entered the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, finding Bai Ruoxi in a tranquil pavilion. It was mid-autumn, but the garden was filled with blooming flowers and singing birds, a testament to its enchanted nature. Bai Ruoxi, her beauty captivating, wore a white dress, her long hair flowing freely, a strand falling across her cheek, giving her an air of effortless elegance.

“Are you alright?” she asked, looking up at him, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

“I’m fine. There were some incidents in Senior Ling Long’s realm, but fighting is forbidden, so it wasn’t a problem,” he replied, smiling back.

She relaxed, gesturing for them to sit. “The Third Prince is spreading rumors, saying you betrayed the others and claimed Ling Long’s destiny inheritances for yourself,” she said, her voice soft.

She paused, then added, “He’s such an unpleasant person. They’re both wastrels, but why are they so different?”

You’re saying I’m a wastrel too? But I’ve reformed! He smiled, deciding to give her some discipline tonight.

“Ignore him. No one will believe him,” he said, chuckling, taking a sip of tea.

The disciples had all benefited from his help. What evidence did the Third Prince have? It was actually quite entertaining. In between cultivating, they could enjoy the clown’s performance. It was a good way to relieve stress.

“Did you receive a destiny inheritance from Senior Ling Long, Mu Lang?” she asked suddenly.

He retrieved three small tablets from his storage ring. Each tablet contained a swirling purple aura.

Her eyes widened with surprise. “Heavenly Dao Aura?”

As a possessor of Heavenly Dao Aura, she recognized it instantly. There was no doubt that each tablet contained a strand of Heavenly Dao Aura.

She stared at the tablets for a moment, then looked up at him. “While these strands are small, they’ll still be beneficial to your cultivation. I’ll protect you while you absorb them.”

“I don’t need them,” he replied, shaking his head.

He could obtain more Heavenly Dao Aura from Ling Long later. And these tablets also contained the secrets of destiny inheritances. Using them simply for the aura would be wasteful.

“Try absorbing one, Mengrou,” he said, handing her a tablet.

She took it, then looked at him, his smile genuine and reassuring. “If one isn’t enough, let me know.”

She hesitated, then murmured, “Thank you.”

She knew he often looked at her with certain thoughts in mind, but she couldn’t refuse his kindness. She could sense his sincerity. Even though he seemed to be sincere towards other women as well.

Bai Ruoxi watched their exchange, sipping her tea silently. She noticed his gaze upon her, her lashes fluttering as she lowered her eyes, her voice soft and shy. “What is it, Mu Lang? Why are you staring at me?”

He reached across the table, placing his hand on hers.

“I missed you, Ruoxi.”

“You were only gone for half a day,” she said, glancing at him, her voice laced with amusement.

“A day apart feels like three autumns. It’s natural for me to miss you after half a day.”

He gazed at her beautiful face. Her skin was flawless, her features delicate, her eyes, despite her cold demeanor, sparkling with a hint of passion. She was irresistible. If she wore modern clothes, she would be the unattainable campus beauty, her long hair flowing freely, a simple T-shirt and white pleated skirt accentuating her figure, her legs long and slender, her ample bosom straining against the fabric.

Wei Mengrou glared at him, her expression filled with disgust.

Yes, that’s the look I love. He enjoyed her disapproval, his hand still holding Bai Ruoxi’s.

She stood up and walked away, her movements graceful, and he slid closer to Bai Ruoxi, his gaze lingering on her face. Her jawline was elegant, her nose delicate, her lips a tempting pink, their moistness enhanced by the tea she had just sipped.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning in to taste the tea on her lips.

She blushed, trying to push him away, her voice soft. “Not here.”

“Don’t worry. No one will come in,” he murmured, his lips almost touching hers.

He suddenly felt a breeze, a familiar aura beside him. He turned to see Lin Ling standing there, her simple robe concealing her figure, an Eight Treasures Crane struggling in her grasp, its wings bound.

“Senior Lin Ling…?” he asked, his voice laced with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

She pointed at the table. She had written: Continue.

Then she added: I can wait.

They exchanged a glance, and Bai Ruoxi quickly pulled away, smoothing her hair, regaining her composure. She looked at him, her voice cold and distant, as if nothing had happened. “Who is she, Mu Lang?”

She emphasized the word “she.”

“This is Senior Ling Long,” he replied mentally.

Ling Long, the ancient being who had existed since the sect’s founding. What was she doing here? Bai Ruoxi’s eyes flickered, and she looked at Lin Ling, her gaze now filled with respect. “Greetings, Senior.”

Her tone was respectful, but not servile. It was a skill she had learned from her family. But she didn’t realize that Lin Ling didn’t care about such formalities.

“What brings you here, Senior?” Mu Zhi’an asked, confused.

She placed the bound crane on the table.

“An Eight Treasures Crane?!” His eyes widened.

Eating a portion of this crane could boost one’s cultivation, effective up to the peak of Core Formation, with no side effects. According to Senior Sister Lan, the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak only had a few of them, and they were highly prized.

She wrote on the table: Let’s stew it and eat it tonight.

“Senior Lin Ling, if you eat it, the peak lord won’t say anything. But if we eat it…” he said, his voice laced with concern.

She tilted her head, her eyes filled with confusion. “Aaaa?”

She’s asking why. He understood, somehow. “The peak lord raised these cranes. He rarely eats them himself. He mostly uses them to reward exceptional disciples.”

He continued, “They’re so rare that he probably only has a few. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to eat one.”

“Aaaa!”

She shook her head, her expression serious, as if trying to explain something.

Then, under his watchful gaze, she retrieved another bound crane from her storage ring, this one even larger. She waved her hand, and more cranes, a total of seventeen, tumbled out of her ring, their wings bound, their cries filling the air.

They look so pitiful. But their cries are so melodious. They must be delicious. He couldn’t help but feel tempted.

She wrote on the table: Seventeen in total. He won’t notice if you eat one or two.

You know it’s stealing? He stared at her, her crimson eyes bright and innocent. In a way, she was similar to him. He would occasionally exploit Ye Yu. But she was even more ruthless. She had stolen an entire flock of sheep. He looked at her, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

She held a crane in her hand, the lush garden behind her, her simple robe doing little to conceal her beauty.

She wrote on the table: If you’re unhappy, I can release them.

He looked at the words, understanding her intentions. She hadn’t stolen the cranes simply because she wanted to eat them. It was probably out of concern for him, a way to share her bounty. She had lived for perhaps tens of thousands of years, yet her heart was as pure as a child’s.

But they couldn’t eat the cranes. However, they could use them to earn a favor. She had good intentions. She believed she had benefited from transferring her destiny to him, so she wanted to compensate him.

…And of course, she probably wanted to eat them as well.

If she ate them, the peak lord wouldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t dare. But if they ate them, even if he didn’t say anything, he would surely be unhappy.

But even if they couldn’t eat them, they could still use them to gain an advantage.

“If you don’t mind, Senior, please stay here for a while,” he said, glancing at the crane in her hand, smiling. “I’ll prepare this crane for you later.”

Then he would simply wait for the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak to arrive.

…

Boundless Sea Peak.

Five cultivators sat in a pavilion on the summit, a pot of wine simmering on the table. The leader was Yi Hao, the current peak lord. Beside him sat Yi Huayun, the master of the Medicinal Cuisine Pavilion, and Yan Ruyu, the master of the library. The other two were disciples invited by Yi Hao to enjoy some Eight Treasures Crane.

“You seem to be in a good mood today, Senior Brother. Inviting us to enjoy Eight Treasures Crane. Has something good happened?” Yan Ruyu asked, smiling, her beauty ethereal.

Yi Huayun took a sip of wine, chuckling. “I believe Senior Brother is happy about the recent entrance exams.”

Another disciple added, “It’s been a while since so many candidates passed Boundless Sea Peak’s trial. And they’re all quite talented. It’s worth celebrating.”

Yan Ruyu traced the rim of her cup, her eyes twinkling. “That Mu Zhi’an, he’s quite capable.”

Yi Hao nodded, smiling. “To comprehend even a small portion of Master’s formation, his talent is astonishing.”

“So you’re planning to choose him as your inner disciple?” Yan Ruyu asked.

He shook his head, chuckling. “I’m not in a hurry. I’ll observe him for a while longer.”

“Each peak can only choose one inner disciple. It’s an important decision,” Yi Huayun said.

“There are many talented disciples this year. If I choose one, I’ll have to give them an Eight Treasures Crane as a welcome gift,” Yi Hao chuckled, his good mood evident.

An Eight Treasures Crane, consumed before reaching the peak of Core Formation, could boost one’s cultivation by at least one level. It was even more effective for those at Foundation Establishment. Not just the disciples, but even some of the pavilion masters coveted the cranes. But no one dared to steal them. Yi Hao had spent countless resources raising them, and he had sentimental attachments to them. No one wanted to cross him.

“Speaking of which, didn’t Junior Sister Lan mention that Ling Long took one of your cranes? Aren’t you going to confront her?” Yan Ruyu asked, her voice laced with amusement.

He smiled faintly. “It’s Ling Long. She can have all of them if she wants.”

Such was his magnanimity. Ling Long was the sect’s guardian beast. She had once fought alongside the founder, repelling the demon race, her power legendary. A few cranes, it was nothing. Of course, if she actually took all of them, he might not be so generous.

They all understood, but they wouldn’t point it out.

They chatted for a while longer, then Yan Ruyu looked up at the setting sun, her brow furrowing slightly. “Speaking of which, shouldn’t the cranes be back by now? It’s getting late.”

Yi Hao also looked up at the empty sky, a flicker of unease in his eyes. He suddenly seemed to sense something, his gaze landing on a paper crane approaching. He caught it, and it transformed into a letter.

The others looked at him, curious.

“It’s from Mu Zhi’an,” he said, glancing at the letter.

Then, as he read the contents, his smile vanished, his expression hardening.

After a long silence, he exhaled slowly, his voice grim. “I need to go to the Jade Glass Palace.”

Chapter 110: Your Cranes Are Gone

“Huang Manting… If I’m not mistaken, she, Mu Zhi’an, and Ye Yu are all from Tianxuan City, right?”

The disciples watched as she descended the platform, their voices hushed, their conversations filled with a mixture of awe and envy.

“Tianxuan City is a land of abundant spiritual energy. It’s not surprising that it would produce several geniuses.”

Normally, a single location producing two geniuses was considered remarkable. But Tianxuan City had produced Ye Lingxuan, Ye Yu, Huang Manting, all individuals with exceptional talent. It was because Tianxuan City was near the Two Polarities Sect, its spiritual energy rich and potent. Even simply meditating there would accelerate one’s cultivation compared to other locations.

“Even if you failed, you still received some destiny. It might not be as potent as Senior Ling Long’s, but it’s better than nothing,” Mu Zhi’an said, smiling.

The tablet was a test, designed to assess their compatibility with Ling Long’s destiny. And simply undergoing the test granted them a small amount of destiny. His words eased the disappointment of those who had failed, their impression of him improving. They had initially remained neutral towards Ye Yu and Gongsun Cheng’s accusations because Mu Zhi’an was a stranger to them. But his actions now had changed their perception of him. Of course, some were still jealous, suspecting that he had already received an inheritance from Ling Long. But with him present, they wouldn’t dare to voice their suspicions. After all, if he was truly favored by Ling Long, it would be wiser to befriend him than to antagonize him. Whether they disliked him or genuinely appreciated his help, they understood what to do.

He watched as Huang Manting descended the platform, his gaze lingering on her alluring figure. She seemed to sense his gaze, meeting his eyes, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Then they both looked away. With so many people watching, it would be problematic if they knew he had helped her cheat. They were both intelligent. They understood the unwritten rules.

“Did you help her?” Wei Mengrou asked, her voice a mental message.

He glanced at her, smiling, his voice teasing. “Are you jealous, Mengrou?”

“Don’t worry. The three inheritances Senior Ling Long gave me are all for you. I was just helping Huang Manting.”

She scoffed. “I was simply asking.”

She paused, then added, her voice laced with concern. “Huang Manting is different. Be careful. You might be seduced by her charms.”

“I know what I’m doing,” he replied calmly.

A woman like Huang Manting, her possessiveness, her dominant nature, she enjoyed controlling others. She wasn’t suitable as a lover. She was better suited as a friend. Besides, if he wanted to explore certain interests, he could always ask Mengrou after he conquered her. He imagined her wearing black and white stockings.

No, I can’t get ahead of myself. One step at a time.

He sighed inwardly. He would have to settle for Ruoxi tonight.

He watched as the other disciples took turns testing their compatibility with the inheritance, his thoughts elsewhere.

“Young Master Mu, are you free for tea tonight?”

Huang Manting’s voice, sweet and alluring, echoed in his mind. He looked towards her, her arms crossed, surrounded by admirers, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her black dress clung to her captivating figure, her eyes, despite her seemingly casual conversation with the others, fixed on him, their allure undeniable.

“Another time. I’m busy,” he replied mentally.

His luck wasn’t good lately. The snow lotus incident hadn’t been resolved yet. If someone discovered he was visiting Huang Manting at night, it would be troublesome. He had to be cautious. And his mind was filled with images of Bai Ruoxi, her cold beauty, her elegant figure. He wanted to savor her tonight. He would deal with Huang Manting later.

He felt Wei Mengrou’s cold gaze upon him and quickly explained, “I’m not interested in her. I’m just returning a favor.”

“Why are you telling me this?” she replied, her voice indifferent.

She paused, then asked, “When did you owe her a favor?”

“I promised her father that I would look after her.” He glanced at her alluring figure, chuckling. “Isn’t this the best way to look after her?”

He was returning a favor and earning her goodwill. Huang Manting’s goodwill might not be useful, but it was a bonus.

Time passed, and the disciples continued their attempts, but the last purple aura remained within the tablet.

Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhi’an, wondering if he was manipulating things behind the scenes. But she quickly dismissed the thought. There was no need for him to do that. He had given the first inheritance to Huang Manting to repay a favor. The second inheritance, as long as it didn’t go to Ye Yu, it didn’t matter who received it.

She looked at Ye Yu, his confidence unwavering, and she scoffed inwardly. His destiny might be strong, but why was he so certain he would receive an inheritance? Everyone here was talented. None of them were so arrogant.

The second inheritance went to a girl from the Southern Wilderness. She wore attire that was different from the other disciples, her head covered with a veil, a beauty mark adorning her forehead, her smile sweet and exotic. The Eastern Realm and the Southern Wilderness were far apart, their customs and appearances distinct. Her attire might seem unusual to those from the Eastern Realm, but it was common in the Southern Wilderness.

He studied her, his gaze lingering on her slender waist. That waist, it would be fun to watch it sway. It was rare for someone from the Southern Wilderness to travel so far to the Two Polarities Sect. As he thought this, he felt a sharp gaze upon him, and he looked up to see Ye Yu, his expression dark, having failed to receive an inheritance.

He ignored Ye Yu, chuckling inwardly. He had only interfered when Ye Yu had attempted to claim the inheritance. The other attempts, he hadn’t done anything. The girl from the Southern Wilderness had earned it through her own merit. It was to be expected. Ye Yu wasn’t the only genius in the world. He was simply one of many, his talent and destiny exceptional. Ye Yu had a chance to receive an inheritance, but so did others. But with Mu Zhi’an present, no matter how strong his destiny, he wouldn’t be able to claim Ling Long’s favor.

…

An hour passed, and the disciples were gradually teleported out of the realm. Mu Zhi’an also left with them.

Lan Mulian was waiting at the entrance, using a cloud to transport the disciples back to the sect. News of the two destiny inheritors would spread throughout the sect. And their newfound destiny would surely influence the inner disciple selections in a few days. After all, those who received Ling Long’s favor were destined for greatness. Even the peak lords would have to reconsider their choices.

Lan Mulian stood on a cloud, her back facing Mu Zhi’an, her figure alluring. She turned to look at him, her voice clear and cold. “The Third Prince reported that you cheated during the trial, disrupting the other disciples. Is this true?”

He can’t even accept defeat gracefully. He bowed respectfully. “You know me, Senior Sister. If I had cheated, I would have simply expelled Ye Yu and Gongsun Cheng.”

“And this is Senior Ling Long’s realm. How could I cheat under her watchful eye?”

She nodded silently, seemingly accepting his explanation.

“It’s a shame I didn’t receive an inheritance. I’m a bit disappointed,” he said, hoping for some consolation.

She scoffed. “If Senior Ling Long was truly seeking you, you wouldn’t have left empty-handed.”

She paused, then added, “If you did receive an inheritance, it’s wise to be discreet. There are other members of the Great Qian Dynasty’s royal family within the sect. Fighting among disciples is forbidden, but be careful. Don’t give them any ammunition.”

She was saying that the Third Prince had powerful backers, but they wouldn’t openly target him within the sect. But if they found a reason, it would be a different story.

She’s treating me like one of her own. She wouldn’t have warned him otherwise. “Thank you for the advice, Senior Sister,” he said sincerely.

She nodded.

“Where’s Master Yan?” he asked suddenly.

She had been with Lan Mulian earlier, but now she was gone. It was strange.

“Senior Brother Yi Hao invited us to enjoy some Eight Treasures Crane. She went with him.”

Seeing his confusion, she added, “Yi Hao is the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak.”

Yi Hao. So he’s the one responsible for those brutal entrance exams. He made a mental note of the name.

“Aren’t you going, Senior Sister? I heard Eight Treasures Crane is a rare delicacy. Eating a portion can significantly boost one’s cultivation,” he asked.

She shrugged. “It’s useless for those at the peak of Core Formation. And someone has to stay here and escort you all back.”

“You’re so kind, Senior Sister.” He seized the opportunity to flatter her.

She nodded. “The matter with Senior Ling Long, while it doesn’t concern me, it’s important to you. If you’re free tomorrow, come to Two Polarities Peak early.”

It doesn’t concern her? She seems quite interested. He chuckled inwardly. “I understand. I’ll be there early tomorrow,” he replied.

They chatted for a while longer, then she suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on something behind him. A silver-haired woman was approaching, her attire simple and elegant, her crimson eyes bright and clear, her hair tied back with a ribbon, her figure captivating, her aura gentle and charming. And in her hand she held a brightly colored crane! An Eight Treasures Crane!

Even Lan Mulian was stunned, staring at the woman, then she bowed respectfully. “Senior.”

“Senior Lin Ling,” Mu Zhi’an also said, bowing.

He looked at her, his brow furrowing. “Where’s Lingxuan?”

She pointed towards the Celestial Realm.

“She’s still inside?” he asked.

Lin Ling nodded.

“Senior, what are you going to do with that crane?” Lan Mulian asked hesitantly.

“Aaaa?” Lin Ling tilted her head, her expression innocent, as if to say: I don’t understand.

Lan Mulian smiled faintly. “I understand. If you’re interested in Eight Treasures Crane, I’ll explain everything to the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak.”

Ling Long, to suppress her karmic fire, often secluded herself. It was rare for her to venture out. If she wanted a crane, it was understandable. The peak lord wouldn’t mind. Even a precious crane was nothing compared to Ling Long.

After chatting for a while longer, Mu Zhi’an said his goodbyes and left with Wei Mengrou. He stood on the flying sword, maintaining a safe distance from Wei Mengrou, as if to show he wasn’t tempted by her charms.

Lan Mulian watched them go, her expression unchanged. But as she looked away, she noticed that Lin Ling was gone. A few white feathers drifted down from the sky. Normally, flocks of Eight Treasures Cranes would be flying overhead at this hour, but today there were none. She frowned, confused.

Then she turned to look towards Mu Zhi’an, a strange foreboding settling in her heart.