Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 100: My Sister Says Purple is Alluring

Ye Yu hurried towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard, his steps quick and determined. As he passed her window, he saw her sitting inside, her chin resting on her hand, gazing out at the moonlit night, lost in thought.

She sat gracefully, her beauty illuminated by the moonlight, her features delicate and flawless.

He stared at her, mesmerized.

The more beautiful she was, the more he regretted overlooking her, blinded by his infatuation with Bai Ruoxi.

She had rejected him so coldly, yet he had become even more obsessed. He remembered his past foolishness, his hatred for Mu Zhi’an intensifying.

If not for him, Bai Ruoxi wouldn’t have written that annulment letter.

She was a dutiful daughter, obedient to her parents. She wouldn’t have done such a thing without Mu Zhi’an’s influence.

But it wasn’t too late.

He had chosen Bai Ruoxi in front of everyone. Lingxuan, with her pride and dignity, wouldn’t be so easily deceived.

In fact, if she saw Mu Zhi’an comforting Ye Qian at this hour, she would surely be disgusted.

“Brother Ye Yu, what brings you here so late?”

She seemed to sense his presence, turning to look at him, her voice calm and composed, her gaze distant.

It was as if she was looking at a stranger.

“You’re still awake, Lingxuan?” he asked, feigning concern, his voice gentle.

But she simply stared at him, repeating her question. “Is there something you need, Brother Ye Yu?”

Her gaze made him flinch. In the past, she would have greeted him with a smile, but now…

It was all Mu Zhi’an’s fault.

If not for his manipulation, she wouldn’t be looking at him with such indifference.

He suppressed his anger, looking at her, getting straight to the point. “Mu Zhi’an went to see Qian’er. I tried to stop him, but I failed.”

He studied her expression, hoping to see anger, disappointment… anything.

But her face remained impassive. After a moment of silence, she simply replied, “I see.”

Her indifference disappointed him.

“Is he still in her room?” she asked suddenly.

Hope flickered within him. “I heard intimate sounds coming from her room,” he said, his voice filled with a carefully crafted indignation.

“He’s deceiving her with his sweet words.”

She nodded, smiling faintly. “I understand. It’s getting late. You should rest, Brother Ye Yu.”

He stared at her, his voice incredulous. “Lingxuan, aren’t you going to stop him?”

She looked at him, her eyes curving into crescents, a smile playing on her lips. “Love is a matter of choice. Even as her sister, I can’t interfere, can I?”

She paused, then added, “Besides, I expected him to go to her.”

In fact, if he hadn’t gone to Ye Qian, she would have been even more disappointed.

Women were complicated creatures. She wanted him to comfort her sister, yet she also didn’t want him to.

Either way, she would be disappointed.

“You shouldn’t interfere either, Brother Ye Yu. We have no right to meddle in their relationship,” she said, her voice soft but firm.

She was saying: Stay out of it. It’s none of your business.

He protested. “I’m her cousin. I can’t just stand by and watch her fall into his clutches.”

She tilted her head, her voice laced with amusement. “Then why are you here, talking to me, instead of stopping him?”

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, finally saying, “I’ll check on Qian’er again. If he’s still there, I’ll stop him.”

He turned and left.

She watched him go, her gaze cold and distant.

She wasn’t a fool. She understood why he had come to see her.

If he truly wanted to stop Mu Zhi’an, he wouldn’t have bothered talking to her.

She felt a sudden wave of exhaustion, her eyelids drooping.

Despite being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she was tired. Perhaps it was the day’s events, the emotional turmoil.

She stood up, stretching, her figure graceful, then looked out the window, gazing at the moonlit night.

She couldn’t sleep yet.

She wanted to know if Mu Zhi’an would lie to her again.

“Elder Wei, did Brother Mu go to see Qian’er tonight?” she asked suddenly.

An elderly man in black robes appeared from the shadows, bowing respectfully. “He did, Miss.”

She remained silent, and he hesitated, then asked, “Aren’t you going to check on them, Miss?”

“There’s no need,” she replied, her voice calm, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m waiting for someone to explain this to me.”

…

Ye Yu, after leaving her courtyard, didn’t go to Ye Qian’s room. He returned to his own dwelling.

He had done enough.

He didn’t need to do anything else. He would simply meditate and cultivate.

Lingxuan was intelligent. She would surely investigate. Even if she didn’t ask Qian’er directly, she would find out the truth.

He had lost a cousin, but he had gained a chance to pursue Lingxuan. It wasn’t a bad trade.

Cousins were meant to be cherished. But Lingxuan… she was meant to be pursued.

He thought of her beauty, her elegance, and his heart quickened.

He realized how foolish he had been. Bai Ruoxi was beautiful, but Lingxuan was her equal, perhaps even superior. Why had he wasted his time chasing after Bai Ruoxi?

And it wasn’t just Lingxuan. There was also the enchantress from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, and even Senior Sister Lan. They were all breathtaking beauties.

Mu Zhi’an had pursued one tree. But he could pursue an entire forest.

With his talent and his status as an alchemist, he could surely rise to prominence within the Two Polarities Sect.

Mu Zhi’an thought he had won, but in reality, he had already lost.

He calmed himself, sitting on his bed, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, focusing on his cultivation.

…

While some were diligently cultivating, others were taking a different approach.

It wasn’t exactly slacking off. According to Mu Zhi’an, it was alternative cultivation.

He was a Vessel, and while he couldn’t absorb the spiritual energy from the other Vessel, he could share it with other women, helping them improve their cultivation.

As a kind and helpful person, he always enjoyed assisting others.

…

A candle flickered, illuminating the room.

Mu Zhi’an looked at Ye Qian, her cheeks flushed, her eyes downcast, her shyness captivating. “Have you finally forgiven me, Qian’er?” he asked softly.

She sat on a chair, staring at her feet, her ample bosom straining against her robe, her fingers fidgeting nervously as he played with her hand. “I told you… we weren’t… anything, Brother Mu…” she murmured.

He squeezed her hand, his fingers tracing her cheek, his gaze lingering on her blushing face. “Why are you still saying that, Qian’er?”

“Have you forgotten what I said?”

She remembered his sweet words, his affectionate gaze, and her anger melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through her.

But then she remembered how he had taken advantage of her, and she pouted, her voice a soft complaint. “You’re just good at making girls happy.”

…She’s fine now… He sighed inwardly, relieved.

He had resolved the issue with Ye Qian.

She was a simple girl, easily appeased.

But one had to approach her correctly. Someone like Ye Yu, with his clumsy attempts, she wouldn’t even give him a second glance.

Of course, it was thanks to Ye Yu that he had been able to gain her forgiveness so quickly. He had to thank him.

“I should go now, Qian’er,” he said.

She nodded, then wiped a smudge of rouge from her lips, glancing at him, her eyes filled with a playful reproach. “You’re so annoying. Now I have to reapply my rouge.”

But she had been planning to rest anyway, so it didn’t matter.

…

He left her room, closing the door behind him, then, after checking that no one was watching, he hurried towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard.

He had already visited her once, but he had to go again, just to be safe.

For two reasons.

Firstly, her information network was vast, and he could sense her protectiveness towards her sister, and perhaps even a hint of guilt.

Secondly, if he were Ye Yu, trying to sow discord, he would definitely tell either Ye Lingxuan or Bai Ruoxi about the incident.

…

Chapter 99: I’m Sorry, But the Person I Like… is Brother Mu

“This is a private matter between Brother Mu and me.”

Ye Qian’s soft, sweet voice struck Ye Yu like a blow. Her words were devoid of aggression, yet their meaning was unmistakable.

She was saying: This has nothing to do with you. You’re not involved.

He remembered how she used to call him “Brother Ye Yu” with respect, how she had even sought his help. But he, blinded by his pride as an alchemist, had treated her with indifference.

He had even hoped she would come to him again, begging for his assistance. But he hadn’t realized that Mu Zhi’an had already slipped into that space.

That Foundation Establishment Pill… it had been the beginning of the rift between them.

Now, her voice held no trace of respect.

Her eyes only saw Mu Zhi’an.

His expression darkened as he stared at her.

She wore a delicate blue robe, embroidered with peonies, her figure slender and graceful, her beauty accentuated by her ample bosom.

Why didn’t I notice her beauty before? He glared at her, his gaze lingering on her curves, then shifting to Mu Zhi’an, who was standing beside her, their shoulders touching.

Jealousy burned within him.

She tugged at Mu Zhi’an’s sleeve, her voice soft. “Let’s go inside.”

It was a clear statement, a rejection of Ye Yu’s accusation.

Mu Zhi’an wasn’t harassing her. They were already close.

It wasn’t harassment. It was a lovers’ quarrel.

If not for Ye Yu, she might not have forgiven me so quickly… Mu Zhi’an wondered if he should thank Ye Yu for his unintentional assistance.

His “threat” had triggered her sympathy, making her defend him.

He had initially planned to spend a few days appeasing her, but Ye Yu’s intervention had accelerated the process.

Ye Yu watched as she took Mu Zhi’an’s hand, her slender fingers peeking from her sleeve, and his eyes narrowed, his anger flaring. He couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Wait!”

She stopped, turning to look at him.

“Don’t you remember how he deceived you, Qian’er?!” he asked, his voice laced with anger.

Mu Zhi’an felt her stiffen, her eyes filled with a fleeting sadness.

She bit her lip, looking at Ye Yu. “It has nothing to do with you, Brother Ye Yu. Don’t interfere.”

“You’re my cousin. Of course it concerns me!” he retorted, glaring at Mu Zhi’an. “He’s a two-timing scoundrel! He’s playing with you!”

“Coming to see you now… it’s just proof of his infidelity.”

She looked at Mu Zhi’an, who was staring at her, offering no explanation.

Ye Yu chuckled inwardly.

Mu Zhi’an had chosen Bai Ruoxi in front of everyone. No amount of sweet talk could change that.

Qian’er wasn’t a fool. She knew the truth.

“You should know better, Mu Zhi’an. You’ve already chosen Miss Bai. Why are you bothering Qian’er? Are you trying to have both?” he asked, his voice laced with mockery.

Mu Zhi’an still hadn’t looked at him. His gaze was fixed on Ye Qian, her innocent face now clouded with disappointment.

She was so naive, her emotions transparent.

He reached out, placing his hand on hers.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, their beauty captivating.

“Let’s go inside and talk, alright?” he said softly.

She had decided to ignore him, but the warmth of his hand against hers sparked a flicker of joy within her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Ye Yu interrupted them. “He went to see Lingxuan earlier today.”

He glared at Mu Zhi’an, chuckling coldly. “He’s probably here because she rejected him.”

Ye Qian looked at her cousin.

He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly either. He had a certain charm, the more you looked at him.

She had admired him in the past. He had been a prodigy, and even though he had lost his cultivation, he had regained it through his own efforts.

He was even one of the few alchemists in Tianxuan City.

But after regaining his talent, he had become distant towards his family.

They had treated him coldly, and now he was returning the favor.

He had even treated her with indifference.

But now… she realized that his rejection hadn’t been a bad thing.

She felt the warmth of Mu Zhi’an’s hand against hers, and her voice softened. “I know, Brother Ye Yu. I can make my own decisions. Please leave.”

She had someone else now.

And he was her cousin’s enemy. She had to choose.

And she had chosen Mu Zhi’an.

“Why?!”

Ye Yu stared at her, his voice filled with anger. “He chose Bai Ruoxi, not you! Don’t you understand?!”

He didn’t realize that women were driven by emotions, not logic.

Logically, knowing that someone had wronged you, the appropriate response was clear.

But emotionally… it was a different story.

She lowered her eyes, her voice soft. “I know, Brother Ye Yu. You don’t have to worry about me.”

He stumbled back, staring at them, speechless.

He had thought this was his chance to repair their relationship, but her words had shattered that hope.

She turned to Mu Zhi’an. “Let’s go inside, Brother Mu.”

She took his hand and led him towards her room.

“Mu Zhi’an, I challenge you to a duel!” Ye Yu shouted, his spiritual energy erupting.

You’re still here?

Mu Zhi’an stopped, turning to look at him. “It’s late, Young Master Ye. Everyone’s trying to rest. Don’t be so loud.”

“Are you afraid?” Ye Yu taunted, trying to provoke him.

“If you’re looking for someone to spar with, Young Master Ye, I’m available,” a voice said from the crowd, its tone amused.

They all looked towards the speaker, a handsome young man with a gentle smile. “Young Master Mu helped us during the entrance exams. This is our chance to repay his kindness.”

Who are you…? Mu Zhi’an studied the young man, then a realization dawned on him.

He had mentioned the entrance exams, so he must have been one of the candidates from Boundless Sea Peak.

“If you’re itching for a fight, Young Master Ye, I’m also available,” another voice said, this one belonging to a female disciple.

Four or five others also spoke up, siding with Mu Zhi’an.

They were all candidates who had received his help.

Mu Zhi’an looked at Ye Yu, smiling. “I’m not interested in sparring tonight, Young Master Ye. If you’re so eager, find someone else.”

Ye Yu glared at him, his voice cold. “Are you running away? Is this the kind of man Qian’er likes?”

Mu Zhi’an chuckled, shaking his head. “Love is a matter of choice, Young Master Ye. It’s not about whether I’m worthy. It’s about who she chooses.”

He ignored Ye Yu, bowing to the other candidates. “Thank you for your kindness. I apologize for the disturbance.”

“You must be tired after the exams. Please get some rest.”

He took Ye Qian’s hand and led her towards her room, Ye Yu’s gaze following them.

She lowered her head, walking beside him, and they entered a small courtyard, disappearing from view.

The palace was unique. Each resident had their own personal space… a pocket dimension… where they could design their own dwellings.

Ye Yu stared after them, speechless. He didn’t try to stop them.

This was the Two Polarities Sect. If he attacked here, in front of so many witnesses, he would be the one punished, regardless of the circumstances.

Now that he thought about it, perhaps failing to stop Mu Zhi’an wasn’t a bad thing.

At least this would show Lingxuan his true nature.

He turned and walked away, pretending to leave.

But he didn’t go far. After the crowd dispersed, he returned, using a secret technique he had learned from the old man to conceal his aura, approaching the room where a candle flickered.

“Are you still angry with me, Qian’er?” Mu Zhi’an’s voice asked, his tone filled with a carefully crafted sadness.

She shook her head. “We weren’t anything, Brother Mu. There’s nothing to be angry about.”

“If you say that, Qian’er, you’ll truly break my heart.”

He sat beside her, reaching for her hand, but she quickly pulled it away.

He wasn’t discouraged. “Did you like the peach blossom?” he asked softly.

She looked at the flower in her hand, her eyes glistening with tears.

She tossed it onto the ground, her voice cold and distant. “Just say what you have to say, Brother Mu. I’m going to rest.”

Silence.

She looked up at him.

He was staring at the discarded peach blossom, his expression unreadable.

She looked away, her heart aching, trying to maintain her facade of indifference. “I prefer snow lotuses to peach blossoms.”

He retrieved a snow lotus from his storage ring.

She stared at him, her eyes widening. “You have another one?”

“I wanted to give it to you before the exams, but things happened, and I never had the chance,” he sighed, offering her the flower.

He looked at her, his voice soft. “Take it.”

“The snow lotuses from the Mu Manor are precious. You’ve given them to talented and beautiful women. Are you sure it’s alright to give one to me?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of jealousy.

He smiled, seizing the opportunity. He took her hand, his gaze meeting hers. “The snow lotus is precious, and the peach blossom is beautiful. But there’s a girl who’s even more captivating.”

“Qian’er…” He pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist.

“D-Don’t…”

“Brother Mu…”

She tried to resist, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, but his embrace was firm, her struggles futile. She melted against him, her gaze meeting his, her lips parting slightly, her breath warm against his cheek.

He looked at her, then lowered his head, claiming her lips.

Ye Yu, watching from the shadows, his anger burning, his fists clenched, turned and walked towards Ye Lingxuan’s courtyard.

Qian’er was lost. She had been bewitched by Mu Zhi’an.

But this was also an opportunity.

He had to show Lingxuan his true nature.

Chapter 98: There’s No Going Back

Mu Zhi’an stood on his flying sword, his chest pressed against Wei Mengrou’s back, his arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist.

He could smell the faint, sweet fragrance of her hair.

Girls are so soft and fragrant… he thought to himself.

While most people’s gazes were usually drawn to Bai Ruoxi, Wei Mengrou’s beauty was undeniable. They each had their own charm. Bai Ruoxi’s delicate beauty and gentle demeanor naturally attracted men’s affection.

But a girl like Wei Mengrou, who often looked at him with disdain and disgust, it made him wonder what her expression would be like when she was flustered.

She seemed to sense his gaze, turning to look at him, her eyes narrowed. “If you try anything, I’ll throw you off.”

If you throw me off, I might meet Senior Ling Long… He nodded obediently. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare to touch you, Mengrou.”

“You’re a Core Formation cultivator. I’d be asking for death.”

She scoffed. “Bai Ruoxi is also a Core Formation cultivator, and you…”

“Ruoxi and I are… compatible. If she was serious, I wouldn’t be able to control her,” he replied.

He had forgotten that she knew him intimately. He couldn’t deceive her.

“We should hurry. The crane is disappearing,” he said, quickly changing the subject.

She looked up, her hands forming seals, and the sword accelerated, catching up to the paper crane, which was fading from view.

She turned to look at him, her hair whipping in the wind, her lips parting slightly. “If you were at Core Formation, you wouldn’t need me for these trivial matters.”

If I were at Core Formation, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy your company… He smiled, but he didn’t respond.

The crane soared through the air, past towering peaks, the scenery breathtaking.

The Two Polarities Sect had numerous peaks, not just the nine main ones. They saw disciples meditating on the mountaintops, their figures silhouetted against the sky.

“I heard the trial on Boundless Sea Peak was incredibly difficult. How did you pass?” Wei Mengrou asked suddenly.

“Each Trial Forest has multiple formations. I managed to comprehend the outermost layer,” he replied, his gaze sweeping over the scenery.

“That formation has a teleportation ability… Using it, I could easily pass the exams.”

She nodded, understanding dawning on her.

So that’s why Gongsun Cheng accused him of cheating.

“Why would the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak make the exams so difficult?” she murmured, her voice laced with curiosity.

It was strange. Normally, at least ten or so candidates would pass.

But Boundless Sea Peak required Foundation Establishment cultivators to reach the summit with only their spiritual energy… Most wouldn’t even reach the halfway point before their energy was depleted.

Even an eighth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator would struggle.

Mu Zhi’an pondered her question, then chuckled. “If I’m not mistaken, the peak lord’s goal isn’t to let anyone pass. The exams are just a facade.”

“What’s his goal then?” she asked.

“To provoke envy,” he replied, his expression serious.

“He made a plate of dumplings… just to provoke envy.”

Creating a grand spectacle just to provoke envy. It was a common tactic, even in the imperial court.

She frowned, looking at him, but he simply smiled, refusing to elaborate.

He was teasing her.

Fine, keep your secrets… She scoffed, then turned away, focusing on the crane.

After nearly two hours, they flew past several peaks, the crane finally heading towards a specific mountain.

“Which peak is that?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

She studied the peak, then said, “It should be Two Polarities Peak.”

The main peak and a side peak were intertwined, forming a yin-yang symbol when viewed from above.

It was the tenth peak, the peak where the previous sect master had achieved Dao Integration and ascended to immortality.

And the crane was heading towards it.

Even Mu Zhi’an was surprised.

The crane came from Two Polarities Peak?

But wasn’t it said that only the sect master and her disciple resided there?

Were the rumors false?

But if they were true, and only the sect master and her disciple were on that peak… then his pen pal, the one who had been exchanging letters with him while Senior Sister was in Tianxuan City… could it be…?

He looked at Wei Mengrou. “Can we go there?”

She shook her head. “That peak is protected by powerful formations. It’s too dangerous.”

Ordinary cultivators couldn’t approach, but a crane could enter easily? He pondered for a moment, then said, “Let’s go back for now.”

He had to revise his plans.

And he needed to calm down.

If his pen pal was truly the sect master…

He felt a wave of pressure he had never experienced before.

He wanted to expand his pond, but the sect master wasn’t a fish… She was a shark. She would devour anyone who entered her territory, perhaps even him…

According to the legends, the Empress had lived for thousands, even tens of thousands of years… The Demon Realm Empress could read minds. The sect master probably could as well.

It would be difficult to manipulate her…

He wasn’t sure about her identity yet, but he would proceed cautiously, maintaining their correspondence for now.

Even investments required a gradual approach. Romance was no different.

…

On their way back, he asked Wei Mengrou to stop at the Pilgrimage Palace, where he plucked a peach blossom. He stepped onto his sword, smiling. “Let’s go.”

“Why did you pick a peach blossom?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“It’s for you,” he replied, looking at her.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Scoundrel.”

She knew it wasn’t for her.

He had already appeased Ye Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi. Lan Mulian was still at Two Polarities Peak. The only one left was obvious…

…

That night, under a sky filled with stars, Ye Qian sat by the window, gazing at the moon, a sigh escaping her lips.

She held a teacup in her hand, her eyes downcast, lost in thought.

While her features were sweet and youthful, her blue robe couldn’t conceal her ample bosom, giving her an allure that belied her age, a blend of innocence and maturity that was captivating.

Knock, knock.

A soft knock came from the door.

She looked up. “Is that you, Sister?”

“It’s me, Qian’er,” Mu Zhi’an’s voice replied.

Her heart skipped a beat, a mixture of joy and annoyance swirling within her.

Joy at his arrival, annoyance at her own weakness… Why was she so happy that he had come to see her, when he hadn’t even given her a snow lotus?

“What is it, Young Master Mu? It’s late,” she said, her voice cold and distant, mimicking her sister’s tone.

“Could you open the door? I want to talk,” he said.

“I’m about to rest. Please come back another time.”

He sighed. “Won’t you even listen to me, Qian’er?”

Silence.

After a moment, he continued, his voice filled with a carefully crafted despair. “I know you were hurt today. But it’s more complicated than you think.”

He paused, then continued, as if talking to himself. “The peach blossoms at the Pilgrimage Palace are in full bloom. I went there earlier.”

“If you like snow lotuses, I’ll go back to the Mu Manor in a few days and bring you one.”

He sighed again, his voice low and mournful. “I’ll leave the flower at your door…”

Footsteps faded into the distance.

She quietly opened the door and saw a pink peach blossom lying on the ground.

Her heart ached, a mix of emotions swirling within her as she picked up the flower.

She didn’t understand her own feelings, but seeing this flower… it filled her with a strange longing.

She held the blossom in her hands, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice a soft whisper. “Brother Mu.”

A shadow fell over her.

She looked up to see Mu Zhi’an standing before her, his handsome face illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes filled with a gentle warmth.

“You finally came out,” he said softly.

She looked away, flustered, and turned to go back inside.

He reached out, taking her wrist.

“Wait, Qian’er.”

She froze, her heart pounding, about to tell him to leave.

“Didn’t you hear her, Mu Zhi’an? This kind of behavior will only make her hate you,” a cold voice said behind them.

Mu Zhi’an turned to see Ye Yu standing there, his expression cold and impassive, his gaze fixed on him.

Other disciples, drawn by the commotion, gathered at the entrance, whispering among themselves.

It was like a scene from a classic story: the villain harassing the innocent girl, the hero arriving to save the day, winning his sister’s affection.

But Mu Zhi’an had always been able to rewrite the script. And now, with the Ye sisters’ affection for him so high…

Ye Yu’s arrival was timely.

He frowned, looking at him. “I just wanted to talk to Qian’er.”

“Leave,” Ye Yu said coldly. “Harassing a female disciple on your first day in the sect? Aren’t you afraid of being expelled?”

Mu Zhi’an’s expression shifted, and Ye Qian felt his grip tighten on her wrist.

But then he released her hand, sighing. “If this is the punishment for my infidelity, I accept it.”

Ye Yu smiled inwardly.

If he reported this to the peak lord, even if Mu Zhi’an wasn’t expelled, he would surely be punished!

And he, having stopped him, would be able to repair his relationship with Ye Qian.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Ye Qian’s soft voice interrupted him. “It was just a personal matter. He wasn’t harassing me.”

She looked at Ye Yu, her voice gentle. “Please leave, Brother Ye Yu.”

P2

Even in the Two Polarities Sect, a beauty like her was rare. And she wasn’t just a pretty face. Her strength was also unmatched among her peers.

“Is it going towards the Bai family’s young mistress?”

“It must be. She has great destiny. But it’s rare for even Ling Long to be so drawn to someone.”

As the dragon approached, Mu Zhi’an looked up, meeting its gaze again.

If it came here, in front of all these people… rumors would spread throughout the sect.

And that wasn’t what he wanted.

He was still carrying the Demon Realm Empress’s mark. Becoming the center of attention would be disadvantageous.

He looked at the dragon, trying to communicate with it mentally. “Senior Ling Long, could you return for now? I’ll visit you another time.”

The dragon blinked its golden eyes, tilting its head, its expression confused and slightly disappointed.

Being stopped… it seemed to upset the ancient creature.

It’s been alive since the sect’s founding. It must be thousands, even tens of thousands of years old. And it’s so innocent? He chuckled inwardly, then sent another mental message.

“Trust me. I always keep my promises.”

“Aaa?”

A strange sound echoed in his mind, not quite words, but more like a song asking if he was telling the truth…

He nodded, offering his reassurance.

The disappointment in the dragon’s eyes vanished. It looked at the disciples, then, with a beat of its massive wings, it dispersed the clouds and returned to the depths of the cliff.

The disciples were stunned. They watched as it disappeared into the mist, then someone murmured, “It’s gone?”

“I thought it was interested in the Bai family’s young mistress. But it seems I was mistaken.”

They were disappointed, but also relieved.

They had hoped Ling Long would choose them, and if it had chosen someone else, it would have sparked jealousy and resentment.

Its departure, while disappointing, also restored a sense of balance…

“Who’s that cultivator beside the Bai family’s young mistress?” someone asked suddenly.

They all looked at Bai Ruoxi, her figure alluring, her back slender and graceful, her aura cold and distant.

But now, this unattainable beauty was allowing a young man to hold her hand, her laughter soft and sweet, her every gesture captivating.

Of course, if you asked Mu Zhi’an, he would say she was even more beautiful in bed, her shyness and eagerness intoxicating…

“He’s Mu Zhi’an, the eldest son of the Mu family, the one who helped us pass Boundless Sea Peak’s trial,” a candidate who knew Mu Zhi’an said.

“Boundless Sea Peak’s trial?”

Their attention shifted to the trials on the nine peaks, their curiosity piqued.

They were still basking in the novelty of joining the sect, their conversations endless. They wisely chose to avoid discussing Bai Ruoxi further.

It wasn’t that they didn’t care. But knowing that such a beautiful woman was already taken, it only fueled their jealousy and frustration.

It was better to distract themselves…

Mu Zhi’an, oblivious to their thoughts, seized the opportunity to collect their sect tokens, then he quickly left the library, pulling the two women along.

After today’s events, he wasn’t in the mood for reading.

And while the other disciples might not be talking about Ling Long anymore, it didn’t mean they weren’t curious.

After all, its behavior had been strange. It would surely spark speculation.

For example, Yan Ruyu, watching from the library’s top floor, narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s retreating figure.

Everyone believed Ling Long had been attracted by great destiny, but she had a feeling it wasn’t looking at someone with great destiny… it was looking at Mu Zhi’an.

He was definitely hiding something.

It seems Junior Sister Lan is keeping secrets from me… She traced the rim of her teacup, her thoughts racing.

…

As they returned to their courtyard, Wei Mengrou spoke, her voice low. “That dragon… it seemed to be coming towards you.”

She had been standing close to him, and she had sensed it immediately. Ling Long had been heading towards Mu Zhi’an, its gaze fixed on him.

“But why did it… turn back?” Bai Ruoxi asked, her brow furrowed.

“There were too many people watching. I tried to communicate with it… and asked it to leave,” Mu Zhi’an explained.

“I see”

She pondered his words, then said, “Your destiny is unique. If Ling Long was attracted to you, it must know what your destiny is.”

“Perhaps you could ask it…”

He nodded.

He also wanted to know about his destiny, but he couldn’t visit Ling Long now. It would attract unwanted attention.

He would wait a few days, until the others had forgotten about the incident.

After chatting with them for a while, Bai Ruoxi returned to her room to meditate, her sect token in hand.

She’s becoming even more alluring… He watched her depart, his gaze lingering on her figure, a flicker of desire in his eyes.

But it was daytime, and he had other matters to attend to. He suppressed his impulses.

There was no rush. He could help her with her cultivation tonight…

…

He returned to his room and retrieved a paper crane from his storage ring.

He hadn’t been able to identify the person who had been pretending to be Senior Sister and teasing him in Tianxuan City.

But now, at the Two Polarities Sect, it was different.

He would soon have his answer.

He opened the crane and scanned the contents, then, after a moment of thought, he wrote his reply on the back of the paper.

He folded the crane and tossed it out the window.

He turned to Wei Mengrou, smiling. “Let’s follow this crane and see where it goes, Mengrou.”

“I want to know who dared to pretend to be Senior Sister Lan.”

He had worked so hard, multi-threading, taking risks to cultivate his pond… And someone was trying to farm him?

He would find out who had such audacity.

Chapter 97: Someone Actually Wants to Keep Me, the Fish Pond Owner? p1

Two Polarities Peak.

A woman in a luxurious black robe sat gracefully in a pavilion on the back mountain, her figure tall and mature, her long hair cascading down her back, tied with a simple white ribbon. Her legs were crossed, revealing the smooth curves beneath her skirt, her fingers delicately holding a chess piece.

Her ample bosom strained against the fabric of her robe, her shoulders and neck elegantly proportioned, a faint smile playing on her lips. A stranger, unaware of her identity, would simply see a beautiful woman, their heart filled with admiration, not fear.

But those who knew her wouldn’t even dare to look at her directly.

She was Shang Yanfei, the sect master of the Two Polarities Sect, one of the few Dao Integration cultivators in the world.

And sitting across from her, playing chess, was her disciple, Lan Mulian, who had just returned from Tianxuan City.

“Something troubling you?” Shang Yanfei asked casually, glancing at her disciple.

“The entrance exams should be over. Did something happen in Tianxuan City?” she added, her voice laced with amusement as she studied the chessboard.

Lan Mulian snapped out of her thoughts, smiling faintly. “Nothing, Master. I was just… thinking about something.”

She paused, then continued. “I encountered a… unique destiny during the exams.”

“It was pink.”

She looked at her master. “Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

Shang Yanfei chuckled, tapping the table with her finger. “Focus on the game.”

“You don’t know either?” Lan Mulian asked, surprised.

Shang Yanfei studied her disciple’s captivating beauty, a smile playing on her lips. “Why are you so interested in this young cultivator?”

“Is your troubled mood related to him?”

Lan Mulian glanced at her master, then looked away. “…Let’s continue the game.”

After a few moves, she asked, “There’s an opening ceremony for the new disciples at the Pilgrimage Palace in seven days, followed by the inner disciple selections. Will you be attending, Master?”

Shang Yanfei placed a black stone on the board, then looked at her disciple, smiling. “I don’t involve myself in the sect’s affairs anymore, but I’ll attend the opening ceremony.”

She glanced at the board, her brow furrowing slightly.

I’m losing…

She moved one of her stones to a more advantageous position, then said casually, “Your turn.”

Lan Mulian focused on the game, her brow furrowed as she considered her next move.

Shang Yanfei suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on a spot in the distance.

Lan Mulian, sensing her master’s reaction, followed her gaze.

It was the direction of the library…?

She frowned, then noticed auspicious clouds gathering in the sky, their colors vibrant, their forms beautiful.

Auspicious clouds.

They were rare, even within the sect.

The entire sky was filled with them, their radiance illuminating the heavens.

A realization dawned on her, and she murmured, “Ling Long has emerged?”

Which disciple’s destiny had attracted it?

Ye Yu? Bai Ruoxi? Or Ye Lingxuan?

They all possessed great destiny, capable of attracting the spirit dragon.

But for some reason, she thought of someone else.

Could it be him? The image of a certain troublesome young man flashed in her mind.

…

At the library, three cultivators sat on the top floor, sipping tea and discussing the Dao.

Yan Ruyu, the master of the library, held a delicate teacup, her fingers tracing its intricate patterns.

She wore a loose black robe, her figure concealed, her hair flowing freely. She smiled gently, but her golden eyes held a hint of power…

“The trials on the nine peaks are over, Brothers. The disciple selections are in a few days. Have you found any promising candidates?” she asked, her gaze sweeping over them.

Her two “brothers” were Ning Yuan, the peak lord of Dream Drunken Peak, and Xiang Yan, the peak lord of Pure Yang Peak.

Ning Yuan chuckled, stroking his beard. “There are always talented candidates, but most are too arrogant. They need to be tempered before they can become true cultivators. I’ll observe them for a few days before making my decision.”

“Talent is abundant, but the path of cultivation is long and arduous. Even geniuses can fall if they lack the right temperament…” Xiang Yan said, lighting a cigarette.

Yan Ruyu looked at him, her voice soft. “Brother Xiang…”

He sighed, tossing the cigarette out the window. It turned to dust, disappearing into the air.

He was different from other cultivators, interested in the mortal world. He often disguised himself and wandered through towns and cities, particularly fascinated by cigarettes…

But this was the library. And his junior sister, she disliked men who smelled…

“How were the candidates at Boundless Sea Peak? Did two or three pass?” Ning Yuan asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Boundless Sea Peak was unique. Its entrance exams were notorious.

For various reasons…

So the number of successful candidates was always low. This year should be no different.

But Yan Ruyu smiled. “Most of them passed.”

She remembered the young cultivator who had deciphered a part of the Trial Forest’s formation.

He was only at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, but Junior Sister Lan seemed interested in him. It was unusual.

Her two brothers looked at her, surprised, but she simply smiled, offering no explanation.

She suddenly heard a commotion outside.

She looked out the window and saw a massive dragon emerging from the clouds, its form serpentine, with a pair of antlers on its head, its head rising above the cliff.

Ning Yuan and Xiang Yan also looked out the window, exchanging a surprised glance.

“Ling Long has appeared? On the day of the exams? Could it be attracted by one of the candidates?” Ning Yuan asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Ling Long represents destiny. It favors imperial aura… but it might also be drawn to those with great destiny” Xiang Yan murmured. “Could there be someone special among the candidates?”

But even so, it didn’t explain why Ling Long had appeared.

Individuals with great destiny were rare.

But Ling Long, an ancient dragon that had existed since before the sect’s founding, had encountered countless individuals with great destiny. It wasn’t that rare.

“It’s coming up!” someone shouted from below.

The silver dragon emerged from the mist, soaring into the air, its form both terrifying and beautiful, its massive tail sending ripples through the clouds, transforming them into auspicious clouds, their colors vibrant.

It hovered in the air, its bright, intelligent eyes surveying the disciples below.

They all stared at it, their gazes filled with awe and desire.

Even the senior disciples looked at it with a hint of expectation.

It was said that receiving Ling Long’s favor would grant one… immense destiny.

And great destiny meant a smooth path of cultivation, filled with opportunities and miracles.

It was no wonder they were all so hopeful.

The dragon yawned, its massive jaws opening wide.

Its golden eyes swept over the crowd, then fixed on a spot in the distance.

“It’s looking at us,” Bai Ruoxi whispered, her voice a mental message.

It’s definitely looking at me… He felt a wave of pressure, his instincts screaming.

“Aaa?” a voice echoed in his mind, clear and melodious.

He looked up, meeting the dragon’s gaze, a spark of interest in its eyes.

It’s talking to me?

But what did it mean?

“It’s coming towards us!” Wei Mengrou whispered, stepping forward to shield him.

The other disciples also noticed, their gazes following the dragon.

“Where is it going? I’ve been here for years, and I’ve never seen it act so excited.”

“Could it be attracted by someone with great destiny?”

“It’s the Bai family’s young mistress, the best of her generation from Tianxuan City,” a candidate from Tianxuan City said, recognizing Bai Ruoxi.

They all looked at her, their gazes drawn to her beauty.

P2

After a moment, she opened the window, glancing at him, her voice indifferent. “I’m truly tired, Young Master Mu. Please leave.”

She closed the window, ignoring him.

An ordinary person would have given up and left, feeling dejected.

But Mu Zhi’an wasn’t discouraged. He looked at the open window, a smile spreading across his lips.

She had closed the door, but she had opened the window.

Only a fool wouldn’t understand her intentions.

Ye Yu might believe her excuse about being tired and wanting to rest, but…

When a woman was upset, her defenses were also weakened.

By opening the window, she had subconsciously agreed to listen to his explanation.

He didn’t hesitate. He climbed through the window and saw her sitting on the bed, her posture elegant, but a flicker of anger still lingering on her face.

And on the floor beside her lay a snow lotus, discarded, its purity now tarnished.

It was a sight he had never seen before, a testament to her anger.

But her anger… it made her seem more human, less like an unattainable goddess.

She didn’t order him to leave, so he knew there was still hope. He approached her, his gaze meeting hers. “Are you angry, Lingxuan?”

She turned to face him, her voice cold. “Say what you have to say, Young Master Mu. I’m going to rest afterwards.”

She had known all along that he had ulterior motives, that he was trying to have his cake and eat it too.

But those thoughts had been subconscious. She had chosen to ignore them.

But the snow lotus incident had brought them to the forefront. She could no longer pretend.

She met his gaze, then quickly looked away, unable to bear his scrutiny, her profile exquisite.

“I’ve always thought the snow lotus suits you, Lingxuan,” he said, sighing, taking a seat beside her.

“Save those words for naive girls, Young Master Mu. Have you forgotten what you said earlier?” she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.

He had just declared that the snow lotus was more suited to Bai Ruoxi. Only a fool would believe him now.

“Perhaps you believe I’m a two-timing womanizer…” he sighed. “The truth is right there I have nothing to say.”

He bent down and picked up the discarded snow lotus.

“But I truly believe this snow lotus suits you. Take it. I might not be able to give you any more gifts after this.”

“I might be branded a traitor soon” he added, his voice filled with a carefully crafted despair.

She had been ignoring him, but his words startled her, and she looked at him, her eyes widening. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer, simply brushing the dust off the snow lotus. “The snow lotus resembles you, Lingxuan. But Ruoxi, she also resembles it.”

“You must have heard from Elder Wei about my battle with your Brother Ye Yu in the Dragon Head Forest.”

She nodded, her eyes flickering.

She had investigated him. She knew about the incident, but she didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

“Ruoxi and I were nearly killed by a demonic cultivator in that forest. If not for her… I might be…”

He looked at the snow lotus, his voice soft. “Before he died, the black-robed man placed a demonic mark on me. It could activate at any time. And then I might be mistaken for a demonic cultivator…”

“Is you pink destiny related to that mark?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He looked up at the ceiling, then down at the snow lotus, sighing.

“I’m not sure. Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it’s the mark…”

“If the sect discovers it, the best I can hope for is expulsion. Ruoxi, she went through something similar. She was ashamed for a long time. If I hadn’t chosen her today, she would have been even more devastated”

Her expression softened, but she wasn’t ready to forgive him. “So you’re saying you chose her out of pity?”

Her voice was still cold, but the iciness in her eyes had melted.

He had considered everyone’s feelings, choosing her to spare Bai Ruoxi further pain…

“Why didn’t you tell me about the mark before?” she asked, her voice still laced with suspicion.

He smiled sadly. “You were so wary of me then, Lingxuan. What would have been the point? And besides, I didn’t want to burden you”

Her gaze softened, but a hint of annoyance remained. “Are you saying you considered me a stranger?”

You treated me like a stranger at first, no, you treated me like a thief… he thought to himself.

She paused, then scoffed. “If you had told me, I could have helped…”

“But it’s not too late,” she added.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. “If the sect discovers the mark, would you plead for me, Lingxuan?”

“But that would make you an enemy of the sect, I don’t want that.”

“The Two Polarities Sect wouldn’t become our enemy because of one insignificant cultivator…” she replied calmly.

It seemed the mysterious power behind her was truly formidable. Even the Two Polarities Sect had to show them respect…

Her voice softened. “If that day comes, I’ll protect you.”

He stared at her, his eyes filled with gratitude and affection.

He took her hand, placing the snow lotus in her palm.

“I know you’re still angry. If this snow lotus reminds you of unpleasant things, throw it away.”

“What will you do if I throw it away?” she asked, glancing at him.

“I’ll find a flower that suits you even better, Lingxuan,” he replied, his gaze meeting hers.

“There’s a flower that blooms in the Demon Realm called the Purple Sun Flower. If I ever find it, I’ll bring it to you.”

Her expression shifted at the mention of the “Demon Realm.”

She looked at him, her gaze softening, but her voice remained calm and composed. “You’re quite the smooth talker, Young Master Mu.”

But the coldness was gone.

It seems it’s fine for now. He sighed inwardly, relieved.

As he had predicted, choosing Bai Ruoxi had been the right decision.

She might appear delicate and innocent, but he had realized, through their interactions, that she was quite skilled in the art of manipulation. Choosing someone else would have resulted in unpleasant consequences from the Heart-Binding Lock.

Senior Sister was proud and intelligent, but she had somehow learned about his multi-threading. Choosing her wouldn’t have made her happy. She might even be disgusted by his behavior.

He had to be more subtle with her.

As for Ye Lingxuan, despite her calm demeanor and seemingly calculating nature, she was inexperienced when it came to romance.

And she had been pampered and protected since childhood. So as long as he was sincere and charming, he could melt her icy exterior.

“Qian’er went back to her room without saying a word. Don’t go after her yet. She won’t see you,” Ye Lingxuan said suddenly.

Ye Qian was a kind and innocent girl, easily hurt. But if he waited a while, then comforted her gently, she would open up to him.

He nodded, then, realizing it was getting late, he said, “You haven’t collected your sect token yet, have you? I’m going out. I’ll bring yours back.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Young Master Mu.”

She’s still being tsundere. Why won’t she call me “Brother Mu”? He nodded, then chatted with her for a while longer, noticing that her anger had subsided.

He left her room, feeling refreshed and victorious.

He found a disciple and asked for directions to the sect token distribution point, then he returned to his courtyard.

Wei Mengrou didn’t even ask. She simply looked at him and scoffed. “Scoundrel.”

I’m not a scoundrel, I’m a pond master. I pursue the women I like, I flirt, but I never abandon them.

It’s different from being a scoundrel.

He didn’t mind her disdain. He even enjoyed her judgmental gaze.

“The sect tokens are distributed near the library. Do you want to come, Mengrou? Or should I bring yours back?” he asked.

She hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll go as well.”

She was socially awkward, preferring to avoid crowds, but the library might have information about destiny.

She wasn’t hopeful, but it was worth a try.

…

They walked along a translucent golden bridge, arriving at the library, a grand, ancient palace before them.

“I’ve read descriptions of the library, but it’s even more magnificent in person,” Bai Ruoxi murmured, her gaze sweeping over the palace, perched on a peak, its aura imposing.

Mu Zhi’an nodded, glancing around.

Many new disciples were entering the library, seeking suitable cultivation techniques.

And near the entrance, there was a stone table, and behind it sat a beautiful woman, smiling as she handed out sect tokens.

The disciples channeled their spiritual energy into the tokens, and their names appeared on the surface.

“The tokens are blank at first, but when you infuse them with spiritual energy, your name appears. Such a marvelous technique,” he murmured, impressed.

Bai Ruoxi nodded, then frowned, her gaze landing on something near the cliff. “What’s happening over there?”

He followed her gaze and saw a group of disciples standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down at something.

“Let’s go see.”

They approached the cliff and looked down, seeing a massive dragon swimming through the clouds, its form serpentine, with four legs, its size immense.

“Ling Long?” He remembered what Lan Mulian had said about the spirit dragon.

He noticed that the disciples were all emanating a faint glow, some even a red light.

…It’s destiny…

The dragon swam through the mist, seemingly searching for something.

“They say encountering Ling Long will grant you its blessing. Are they using their destiny as bait hoping to attract its attention?” he wondered.

But judging by its lack of interest, it wasn’t working.

He turned away, intending to collect his sect token.

“Ling Long is reacting!” someone shouted, their voice filled with excitement.

He turned back to see the dragon emerging from the mist, its head rising above the clouds, its form both terrifying and beautiful, its massive golden eyes gazing at the disciples.

Then its gaze fixed on a spot in the distance, and it began swimming towards the library.

He froze, staring at the dragon.

For a moment, he thought their eyes had met.

No, it’s not looking at me. It’s looking at…

He glanced at Bai Ruoxi, his gaze sweeping over her beautiful face, her alluring figure, then settling on her delicate profile.

Is it attracted to her?

But he felt a nagging doubt.

He had a feeling the dragon wasn’t looking at Bai Ruoxi…

*******

pond master.: Used to describe someone who has multiple romantic partners or admirers, usually in a humorous or ironic way.

Chapter 96: Ling Long’s (Spirit Dragon) Appearance p1

Mu Zhi’an left the elegant courtyard, following Wei Mengrou’s directions.

He saw other candidates entering the palace, some of them from Boundless Sea Peak, and they greeted him with smiles and nods.

He returned their greetings, but he didn’t stop, his steps quick and determined. He finally saw Ye Lingxuan standing outside her courtyard, her purple dress a splash of color against the muted tones of the palace.

She noticed him, but after a brief glance, she turned away, heading towards her room.

“Lingxuan, wait!”

He hurried after her, but she ignored him, her pace quickening.

A figure suddenly appeared before her, blocking her path.

She looked up to see Ye Yu, his black robes a stark contrast to her vibrant attire, a gentle smile on his lips. “What’s wrong, Lingxuan? You seem upset.”

She frowned slightly, then nodded politely. “I’m just tired. I want to rest. Could you please excuse me, Brother Ye Yu?”

He noticed her weary expression and nodded, smiling. “Of course. I won’t disturb you.”

Pressing her further would only annoy her.

He stepped aside.

As she walked past him, he turned to Mu Zhi’an, who was approaching, and released a surge of spiritual energy, blocking his path. “Didn’t you hear her, Mu Zhi’an? She’s tired and wants to rest. Leave her alone.”

Mu Zhi’an, unfazed by the sudden burst of energy, smiled. “Is this your house?”

“I’m just taking a walk. I don’t need your permission.”

He ignored Ye Yu and followed Ye Lingxuan.

“She won’t talk to you, even if you go after her,” Ye Yu chuckled inwardly, but a flicker of unease crossed his mind as he watched Mu Zhi’an pursue his cousin.

He hesitated, then followed them.

Mu Zhi’an followed Ye Lingxuan to a secluded courtyard.

He was amazed by the palace’s architecture. Each path seemed to lead to a hidden world…

The courtyard was filled with blooming peach blossoms, their fragrance sweet and intoxicating. “Lingxuan, wait!” he called out.

He hurried after her, blocking her path again.

“I’m tired, Young Master Mu. I want to rest. Please leave,” she said, her voice cold and distant.

She entered her room, closing the door, ignoring him completely.

Ye Yu, watching from behind, sighed in relief.

He deserves it, trying to have both… He watched as Mu Zhi’an knocked on the door repeatedly, but there was no response.

Staying here would only annoy her further. It seemed Mu Zhi’an was truly panicked. He didn’t even understand this simple logic.

He turned and left quietly.

Mu Zhi’an knocked again, then sighed. “Lingxuan, are you avoiding me? Do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you, Young Master Mu. I’m simply tired and want to rest,” she replied, her voice cold and distant.

“Elder Wei, please escort him out.”

An elderly man in black robes appeared before Mu Zhi’an, smiling. “Please leave, Young Master Mu. My mistress is tired and doesn’t wish to see anyone.”

Mu Zhi’an was escorted out of the courtyard. He turned to the old man. “You’re Lingxuan’s attendant, aren’t you? But aren’t non-sect members forbidden from entering the sect?”

“I was worried about my mistress, so I followed her. I’ll be leaving in a few days,” Elder Wei replied calmly.

His presence in the sect was tolerated by the peak lords and elders.

But even he couldn’t stay for long.

They had shown him courtesy, and he had to reciprocate.

“Please… take care of my mistress, Young Master Mu.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled sadly. “After what happened, I doubt she’ll even talk to me”

Elder Wei narrowed his eyes, his voice sharp. “I’ve traveled this world for decades, Young Master Mu. I’ve seen more than you can imagine. Do you truly believe I’m a naive girl, easily swayed by sweet words?”

Are you calling your mistress naive? Mu Zhi’an bowed. “I’ll take care of her, Elder. But please… allow me to stay here for a while.”

Elder Wei waved his hand dismissively.

Mu Zhi’an hurried back into the courtyard and knocked on Ye Lingxuan’s door. “Lingxuan, can I come in?”

“Why are you back? I told you I’m tired and want to rest,” she replied, her voice cold.

He sighed. “Lingxuan, I know you’re upset, but please… hear me out.”

Silence.

Chapter 95: The Snow Lotus Represents Loyalty in Love?

That simple statement landed like a thunderbolt, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

Ye Lingxuan blinked, staring at Lan Mulian in disbelief.

She remembered Lan Mulian’s strange expression when she had mentioned the snow lotus at the Rising Phoenix Inn.

Now she understood. Lan Mulian had realized that Mu Zhi’an had given the same snow lotus to others, hence her complex reaction.

“S-Senior Sister… received a snow lotus from Brother Mu?”

Ye Qian’s eyes widened, her gaze flitting between Lan Mulian and Mu Zhi’an, a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and sadness in her eyes.

She was surprised that the aloof and unattainable Lan Mulian would accept a gift from him, but she was also disappointed and saddened that both her sister and Lan Mulian had received snow lotuses, while she had not.

“Are you joking, Senior Sister?” Bai Ruoxi asked, forcing a smile, her voice laced with disbelief.

Lan Mulian chuckled. “Why would I joke about such a thing?”

Her words silenced any doubts.

She was too proud to lie about something like this.

So… he really did give her a snow lotus.

Ye Lingxuan and Bai Ruoxi looked at Mu Zhi’an, their gazes accusing.

Ye Yu, who had been about to leave, stopped, staring at them, unsure whether to stay or go.

He had witnessed a similar scene at the auction, but it hadn’t affected their relationships.

But this time… it was different.

He had given the same snow lotus to three women, such behavior would surely disgust them.

He felt a surge of excitement, a mixture of schadenfreude and opportunity.

After this, Lingxuan and Qian’er would surely be disillusioned with Mu Zhi’an, and then perhaps it would be his chance. He watched them, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Bai Ruoxi looked at Mu Zhi’an, her voice soft but accusatory. “He told me the snow lotus represents loyalty and purity in love, and that I reminded him of it. That’s why he gave it to me.”

Silence descended upon them, the air heavy with tension.

Ye Lingxuan’s eyes darkened, and she spoke, her voice low and trembling. “He said similar things to me…”

Their gazes converged on Mu Zhi’an, his scalp tingling.

Lan Mulian chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “The snow lotus represents loyalty and purity in love? Why does that sound so familiar?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you said similar things to me in our letters, Junior Brother Mu?”

Mengrou, help me… He looked at Wei Mengrou, but she had vanished, her arms crossed, pretending ignorance.

He felt a pressure he had never experienced, not even from the black-robed man.

How does she know about the snow lotus? Was it just a coincidence?

No, it was too much of a coincidence. She must have heard it from someone.

He looked at her, but she was already staring at him, a knowing smile on her lips, her eyes twinkling with amusement despite the veil concealing her face.

“Which one of us does the snow lotus truly resemble, Mu Lang?” Bai Ruoxi asked, her voice soft and sweet, but her words were explosive.

Their gazes were fixed on him, the tension palpable.

Even Wei Mengrou, despite her indifference, glanced at him.

“What do you think, Junior Brother Mu? Who does the snow lotus resemble more?” Lan Mulian asked, her voice softening slightly.

When a cold and aloof beauty softened her voice, it was either because she was speaking to a lover, or because she was about to unleash her wrath.

Lan Mulian clearly belonged to the latter category.

Ye Lingxuan remained silent, watching him, a smile playing on her lips.

She disliked conflict, but she was curious about his answer.

“Say something, Mu Lang,” Bai Ruoxi urged, her voice gentle.

If I say something, I’m finished.

He wanted to jump off the cliff and start over.

He had assumed they wouldn’t brag about the snow lotus.

Who told Senior Sister? Or did she guess?

No, it didn’t matter now. They wanted an answer.

It wasn’t that they were all madly in love with him. They were simply proud, wanting to know who he considered worthy of being compared to the snow lotus.

I have to answer before they start fighting… Or I could redirect their anger towards Ye Yu. But how?

He appeared calm, but inwardly, he was panicking, his mind racing.

His gaze landed on someone approaching along the golden path, a young man in luxurious robes, his expression thunderous.

Relief washed over him. He looked at the newcomer as if he were a savior.

Gongsun Cheng!

A plan formed in his mind.

Gongsun Cheng also noticed him, his expression darkening, his gaze filled with hatred.

He had been beaten by those candidates from Boundless Sea Peak, and he had barely managed to reach the summit, his spiritual energy depleted, even with the help of pills.

If not for Mu Zhi’an, he wouldn’t have wasted so much energy in the forest, nearly failing the exams.

He was furious, and he approached them, bowing to Lan Mulian. “Senior Sister.”

Blinded by rage, he didn’t notice the tense atmosphere. Lan Mulian nodded, and he continued, his voice cold.

“If I discover someone cheating during the exams, Senior Sister, will they be disqualified?”

Mu Zhi’an had used his tricks to bring a group of candidates to the summit. It was clearly cheating.

Gongsun Cheng is a lifesaver, but I need to add fuel to the fire. Mu Zhi’an frowned, his voice grave. “How can you prove I cheated, Young Master Gongsun?”

He appeared reluctant, but inwardly, he was hoping Gongsun Cheng would cause more trouble.

But before Gongsun Cheng could respond, Lan Mulian interrupted, her voice calm but cold. “The peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak is aware of this matter. You can leave now.”

Her words were polite, but her tone was dismissive.

Gongsun Cheng stared at her, his mouth opening and closing, about to speak.

But then he felt a chill behind him, and he looked up to see Bai Ruoxi staring at him, her gaze icy.

He suddenly remembered the bronze sword behind her, and a wave of fear washed over him. He instinctively took a step back.

He finally realized that the atmosphere was dangerous… It wasn’t just Bai Ruoxi. The Ye sisters, even Senior Sister Lan, their gazes were filled with a menacing glint.

And then he saw Wei Mengrou, her arms crossed, watching him with a cold, detached expression.

His heart skipped a beat, and he bowed, his voice trembling slightly. “I apologize, Senior Sister. I’ll… take my leave…”

He hurried towards the palace, his steps quick and uneven.

You’re useless… Mu Zhi’an glared at him, his frustration growing.

He noticed Lan Mulian’s gaze, her eyes flitting between him, Bai Ruoxi, and Ye Lingxuan, and his heart sank.

How am I supposed to choose…?

After a moment of silence, he sighed.

“The snow lotus grows on snowy peaks, so it also represents, aloofness, inaccessibility. In reality, every woman, no, every person, before you get to know them, they seem distant…”

“I believe the snow lotus represents all cultivators. At first glance, they seem unattainable, but if you truly pursue them, you can hold them in your hands.”

He looked at them, his gaze finally settling on Bai Ruoxi. “But if I had to choose, I would say Miss Bai resembles the snow lotus the most.”

Despite his elaborate explanation, he had ultimately chosen Bai Ruoxi.

Ye Lingxuan bit her lip, remembering how he had entered the Trial Forest for her, her heart filled with a strange mix of emotions. She turned and walked towards the palace, her steps quick and determined.

Ye Qian’s eyes glistened with tears, and she bowed to Lan Mulian, then hurried after her sister.

Lan Mulian looked at Mu Zhi’an, her voice cold. “I have matters to attend to, Young Master Mu. Please excuse me.”

She turned and departed, riding upon a cloud.

Mu Zhi’an, pretending indifference, turned to Bai Ruoxi. “Let’s go see our accommodations.”

She smiled, her joy evident, and he smiled back, chatting with her as they entered the palace, Wei Mengrou following behind.

After finding their rooms, he chatted with Bai Ruoxi for a while, then he suddenly clapped his hand to his forehead. “I almost forgot. We have to collect our sect tokens. I’ll ask someone where to go. Let’s go together later.”

Bai Ruoxi, her mood clearly improved, nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

He smiled, then left the room, closing the door behind him.

He hurried towards Wei Mengrou, who was leaning against a pillar, her arms crossed.

He glanced at her ample bosom, “Did you see where Lingxuan went, Mengrou?”

She smiled, her voice teasing. “You’re finally realizing that women aren’t so easy to understand?”

He sighed. “Did you predict this?”

“Giving three women the same snow lotus. Did you truly believe that understanding their surface personalities would be enough?” she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

She studied him, her brow furrowing. “You don’t seem panicked. Have you given up on them?”

He shook his head, smiling. “I could never do that. I hate seeing women sad.”

“So what are you going to do? Comfort them? Both Lingxuan and Qian’er probably don’t want to see you right now,” she said.

“They’ll see me,” he replied confidently.

Come to think of it, this wasn’t entirely a bad thing. Not a good thing either, but…

He noticed her doubtful expression and glanced at the other candidates entering the palace. “When a woman is upset, you have to coax her.”

It was the same for all women.

 

Chapter 94: Three Snow Lotuses, A Chaotic Beginning

As soon as “Luminous Soil” was mentioned, everyone’s gaze, intentionally or not, shifted towards Mu Zhi’an.

Bai Ruoxi, the epitome of delicate beauty, smiled sweetly at him, her eyes filled with affection.

Ye Lingxuan’s gaze also landed on him, a realization dawning on her.

Luminous Soil was used to preserve rare herbs and flowers. And Senior Sister Lan had visited the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce on the same day they had received a shipment of Luminous Soil…

…What a coincidence…

She narrowed her eyes, suspicion flickering in their depths. She looked at Lan Mulian. “You visited the Chamber of Commerce that day as well, Senior Sister. Were you buying something?”

Mu Zhi’an smiled calmly, but inwardly, he was panicking.

That Bai Ruoxi, she’s more cunning than she appears. She had deliberately mentioned Luminous Soil.

And her reason was obvious.

She was intelligent. Despite her love-struck nature, she wasn’t naive.

Had Mu Zhi’an truly participated in the exams just for the experience?

Unlikely.

She had suspected something ever since the Ye sisters had joined him.

“Were you buying Luminous Soil as well, Senior Sister?” she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“I wasn’t there to buy anything. I was simply meeting someone,” Lan Mulian replied with a faint smile.

She had attended the auction to observe her sister.

But she wouldn’t be seeing Feiying at auctions anymore.

Feiying had joined the sect, having already met with the peak lord of Silvermoon Peak.

Mu Zhi’an remained silent, listening to their conversation, his anxiety growing.

Only after hearing Lan Mulian’s answer did he relax slightly.

Lan Mulian glanced at him, then continued, her voice laced with amusement. “But to answer your question, Junior Sister Ye, I was indeed planning to buy something, but someone gave it to me.”

Ye Qian’s eyes widened with curiosity. “What were you going to buy, Senior Sister?”

She was the sect master’s personal disciple. What could she possibly lack that required a visit to the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce?

“Luminous Soil,” Lan Mulian replied calmly.

“What did you need it for, Senior Sister?” Ye Lingxuan asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Lan Mulian smiled. “To preserve some special flowers.”

The word “flowers” triggered their memories, and Bai Ruoxi and Ye Lingxuan looked at her, their gazes questioning.

“What kind of flowers?” Wei Mengrou asked suddenly, glancing at Mu Zhi’an, her tone a subtle provocation.

He smiled, but he felt a wave of pressure, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He tried to change the subject. “Let’s go to our accommodations, Senior Sister.”

Lan Mulian’s lips curved into a knowing smile, and she looked at him, her eyes twinkling. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

Why do I feel like she knows everything? He stared at her, his anxiety returning.

She led them through the air, soaring past towering peaks, the mist swirling around them.

They saw disciples sparring in the squares, their movements swift and graceful. She landed on a peak, a grand palace before them, a path paved with golden talismans leading towards it, a sheer cliff behind them, the clouds swirling below.

An ordinary person would be terrified.

She turned to them, smiling. “This is your new home. We can’t fly here. Follow me.”

They followed her along the narrow path, the drop on either side precipitous.

She seemed to sense his thoughts. “Foundation Establishment cultivators can’t fly, but if you fall, you won’t die. Ling Long’s formation will teleport you to safety.”

“Ling Long?” They all looked at her, their curiosity piqued.

Ye Lingxuan raised an eyebrow. “I’ve heard rumors of a spirit dragon living beneath the cliffs, a creature that’s been here since the sect’s founding. Are they true?”

Lan Mulian nodded. “Ling Long rarely leaves the cliffs, but if a disciple encounters it… it’s said they’ll receive its blessing.”

They reached the palace, and two female disciples in black robes approached them, bowing respectfully. “Senior Sister Lan.”

Their gazes, however, lingered on her, admiration flickering in their eyes.

It seems Senior Sister is not only respected, but also popular with both genders. He noticed the disciples’ admiration and understood.

She was the sect master’s personal disciple, and her personality, while aloof, was also kind. It was no wonder she was so admired.

He also admired her.

But he was shy. He wouldn’t dare to hold her hand until their relationship had progressed.

She turned to Mu Zhi’an. “They’ll show you to your rooms. You’re free for the next week. You can explore the sect. Most areas are accessible to disciples.”

“Are you leaving, Senior Sister?” he asked.

She nodded. “I have to report to Master.”

The sect master, the Empress, a Dao Integration cultivator, on par with the Demon Realm Empress. He remembered his encounter with the Empress and straightened his posture, bowing respectfully. “Safe travels, Senior Sister.”

Bai Ruoxi and the others also bowed.

Finally, she’s gone. He watched her depart, his anxiety fading.

He had felt the pressure.

Bai Ruoxi was clearly jealous. That was why she had brought up the snow lotus.

He had to separate them quickly.

“Please follow us,” the two disciples said, smiling.

One of them glanced past Mu Zhi’an, her gaze landing on someone behind them.

“Are you a new disciple as well? I can show you to your accommodations,” she said, smiling.

Mu Zhi’an turned to see a young man standing behind them, his features plain, his breathing ragged, his spiritual energy unstable.

Did Ye Yu actually climb the peak himself? He stared at him, surprised, then sighed inwardly. As expected of the Chosen One. To overcome such a difficult trial.

He had assumed Ye Yu would give up, declaring, “This Two Polarities Sect is beneath me!”

Then he would leave, train for three years, and return for revenge.

But three years, by then, Bai Ruoxi would be completely his.

And perhaps even Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian would be sharing his bed.

“Go ahead. I’ll catch up later,” he said to Bai Ruoxi and the others.

Bai Ruoxi ignored Ye Yu, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an, her voice a worried whisper. “It’s our first day here. Don’t cause any trouble.”

He’s the one causing trouble… “I’ll be careful. Wait for me in your room,” he replied, his voice a mental message.

Ye Yu watched their interaction, his gaze lingering on the sisters, his anger simmering, but he maintained a calm facade, chuckling coldly. “You’re quite the schemer, Young Master Mu. Be careful. You might be expelled for your lack of strength”

Mu Zhi’an frowned. “Are you saying I cheated?”

“What else would you call it?”

“Reaching the summit with tricks, isn’t that cheating?”

“So Lingxuan and Qian’er cheated as well?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

Ye Yu fell silent, unable to respond.

“Are you saying all thirty of us cheated?” Mu Zhi’an pressed.

After a moment of silence, Ye Yu scoffed. “You might be able to control everything in Tianxuan City, but here… it’s different.”

“Of course it’s different,” Mu Zhi’an replied casually. “You passed the exams with your own strength, Young Master Ye. That’s admirable.”

Ye Yu chuckled, then ignored him.

He had passed the exams. He was free now.

The Two Polarities Sect wasn’t Tianxuan City. The Mu family’s influence didn’t reach here. He would have plenty of opportunities to deal with Mu Zhi’an later.

Mu Zhi’an looked away, his gaze following Bai Ruoxi and the two disciples, then landing on Ye Lingxuan, who was walking at the back, glancing at him occasionally.

Despite the autumn chill, she wore a thin purple dress, her fair skin peeking through the opening at her collar, her back slender and alluring.

He walked towards her, taking her hand.

Ye Yu, about to enter the palace, stopped, staring at them, his anger surging.

Mu Zhi’an glanced at him, then looked away, his gaze seeming to say: It’s admirable that you passed the exams with your own strength, but your cousins are even more admirable.

For a moment, Ye Yu’s spiritual energy threatened to erupt, his blood boiling.

But he suppressed it.

Stay calm… If he attacked here, he would be the one punished.

Don’t fall for his tricks… He forced himself to relax, then entered the palace.

Ye Lingxuan, startled by the sudden contact, her hand held by a man for the first time, bit her lip, her voice a mental whisper. “Please behave yourself, Young Master Mu.”

“If Qian’er sees this, she’ll misunderstand.”

But she didn’t pull her hand away.

He looked at her, admiring her beauty, her delicate lips, her flushed cheeks. “I apologize. I’ll be more careful next time,” he said, smiling.

He was about to release her hand, knowing she was shy and reserved, needing time to adjust…

But then he felt a chill behind him, and he turned, his smile fading, his body stiffening.

Standing in the air behind him, riding upon a cloud, her figure veiled, her eyes cold, a knowing smile on her lips, was Lan Mulian.

She’s back?!

His heart pounded. He was still holding Ye Lingxuan’s hand. He couldn’t release it, but he couldn’t keep holding it either.

The disadvantages of being weaker were clear. He hadn’t even sensed her approach.

She was at the peak of Core Formation. If she wanted to conceal her aura, it was child’s play.

Ye Lingxuan, noticing Lan Mulian’s gaze, her usual calm demeanor gone, her cheeks flushed, quickly pulled her hand away.

Bai Ruoxi also seemed to sense something, stopping and turning to look at them.

“Senior Sister, why are you back? Is something the matter?”

Ye Qian also stopped, looking at Lan Mulian, her expression curious.

Lan Mulian landed gracefully, her gaze sweeping over them, a smile on her lips. “I forgot to mention that new disciples can choose one or two cultivation techniques from the library.”

“And regarding Junior Brother Mu’s pink destiny. I’ll ask Master, but you can also check the library’s archives. Perhaps you’ll find some answers there.”

Despite his panic, Mu Zhi’an maintained his composure, smiling. “Thank you for the reminder, Senior Sister.”

She nodded, her eyes twinkling.

She paused, then added casually, “That snow lotus you gave me… it has a lovely fragrance. I’m quite interested. Come visit me at Two Polarities Peak’s back mountain when you have time.”

“And perhaps you could teach me how to cultivate multiple snow lotuses at once.”

 

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Lin Long: Spirit or Divine Dragon, is used sometimes as a title or name, but her name is different

Chapter 93: You’ve Given This Snow Lotus to Quite a Few People, Haven’t You?

How did he manage to win over so many people in just one night?!

The Third Prince glared at Mu Zhi’an, who was sitting beneath the tree, his expression darkening.

“Your Highness, should we retreat?” one of the attendants whispered, his voice a mental message.

They were all elite cultivators, carefully selected, but if all thirty of these candidates were truly on Mu Zhi’an’s side, even they wouldn’t be able to withstand such a unified assault.

Gongsun Cheng also realized the situation was dire, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an, his mind reeling.

How did he do it?!

He had assumed they were simply spectators. Who would have thought that Mu Zhi’an could sway so many people in just one night?

Most of the candidates came from wealthy and influential backgrounds. Only a few were from humble origins.

They were proud and arrogant, many of them wielding power comparable to the Gongsun family in Tianxuan City.

That was why they had clashed upon entering the forest.

And yet, in just one night, they had become Mu Zhi’an’s allies.

He looked around, seeing candidates in the trees, in the clearing, surrounding them from all sides.

At least two-thirds of the candidates were here!

The Third Prince, suppressing his anger, forced a smile, bowing to the crowd. “Greetings, everyone. I’m the Third Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty.”

He revealed his identity, hoping to intimidate them.

“There was a misunderstanding between me and this Mu family young master yesterday. I’m here to resolve it. If you all withdraw, I’ll reward you handsomely after you join the sect.”

His words were polite, offering them a way out.

Normally, the title “Third Prince” might have swayed them.

But they simply stared at him, their silence unnerving.

The title, the promised rewards, they paled in comparison to the allure of joining the sect.

Even if it was the Crown Prince himself standing before them… it wouldn’t matter!

The Third Prince frowned, then smiled again, his voice strained. “Since you’re all unwilling to withdraw. I’ll… let this go for now. This matter between me and Young Master Mu, we’ll settle it after joining the sect.”

Mu Zhi’an sighed dramatically. “His Highness is still threatening me. It’s making me nervous. It might affect my preparations.”

A wave of killing intent swept through the clearing, the air growing heavy, the birds and animals fleeing in terror.

“Young Master Mu is helping us pass the exams. If anyone interferes and ruins our chances… even if it’s the Third Prince”

“Don’t worry, Young Master Mu. We’ll protect you. No one will disturb you.”

They glared at the prince and his attendants, their hostility evident.

The prince’s expression shifted, and he instinctively took a step back.

He could sense it, the killing intent, it was directed at him!

One of the candidates finally lost his patience, charging towards the prince.

His action was like a spark, igniting the powder keg. More candidates joined the fray, attacking the prince and Gongsun Cheng.

“Stop them!”

The prince’s scalp tingled, and he turned to flee.

But two sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivators blocked his path.

They were driven by mob mentality. He might be the Third Prince, but this was the Two Polarities Sect. Status and influence meant nothing here. And with so many attackers, it would be impossible to identify them all.

And besides, joining the sect was worth any price.

As chaos erupted, Ye Lingxuan stood up, ready to fight, but Mu Zhi’an grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.

“Stay here. They’re enough,” he said.

She frowned, her voice soft but firm. “I’m not as weak as you think.”

“I know, but there are too many people. It’s not safe,” he replied, smiling. “I’d be worried about you.”

Sunlight glinted in her eyes, her gaze meeting his. She didn’t speak.

I’m definitely into older women, but younger girls… they’re not bad either. He looked at her, admiring her beauty.

He wanted to test the waters, to see if she would allow him to hold her hand, but he held back.

They were in the Trial Forest, in broad daylight. He couldn’t be too forward.

The elders and peak lords were surely watching. Perhaps even Senior Sister.

“Are you sure you can take them out of the forest?” she asked, her voice a mental whisper.

“Of course. I always keep my promises,” he replied with a smile.

She still seemed worried. “But this might… anger the examiners.”

Taking so many candidates to the summit… it was understandable that she was concerned.

He chuckled. “I doubt it.”

“If the trial has always been this difficult, I doubt anyone would have passed in previous years. I’m simply helping them lower their standards, recruit more disciples.”

He smiled at the Third Prince and his companions, who were being overwhelmed “And besides, everything I’m doing is within the rules.”

…

Yi Hao, the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak, watched the scene unfolding in the bronze mirror.

The Third Prince and his companions were retreating, their attempts to escape thwarted, their situation dire.

Yi Huayun, the master of the Medicinal Cuisine Pavilion, chuckled. “That Mu family young master is quite clever, using others to fight his battles. But I’m curious to see how he’ll handle the aftermath.”

Mu Zhi’an was smart, recruiting these candidates as free labor to deal with his enemies, but if he couldn’t deliver what he had promised, he would be the next target.

Lan Mulian, standing nearby, her figure concealed by a white veil, her eyes shining, watched the scene unfold in the mirror.

“He’s not reckless. He always has a plan,” she said calmly.

“Oh?”

Yi Hao looked at her, his interest piqued. “It seems you know this Mu family young master quite well, Junior Sister.”

For their aloof and reserved junior sister to offer such praise… it was unusual.

“I can’t imagine how he’ll resolve this,” Yi Huayun said, his voice laced with doubt.

They couldn’t hear the conversations taking place in the forest, but the images were clear enough.

Most of these candidates came from powerful backgrounds. They wouldn’t be swayed by mere pills or treasures. Mu Zhi’an must have offered them something irresistible.

The Third Prince’s situation was resolved, but now it was time for Mu Zhi’an to fulfill his promise.

“Wait…”

As the prince and his companions fled, Yi Hao’s gaze focused on Mu Zhi’an, a realization dawning on him.

He stared at the mirror, his eyes widening. “Is he controlling the Trial Forest’s formation?”

Lan Mulian looked at the mirror, seeing Mu Zhi’an sitting beneath the tree, the thirty candidates surrounding him, their hands forming seals, channeling their spiritual energy.

Yan Ruyu, the master of the Two Polarities Sect’s library, narrowed her eyes, her arms crossed, her ample bosom accentuated by her loose robes. She stared at Mu Zhi’an, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. “Is he trying to send all the candidates to the summit?”

The Trial Forest’s formation did indeed possess such a teleportation ability, but only those who understood its structure could activate it.

Could this Mu Zhi’an be a formation prodigy?

Yi Huayun frowned. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

Yi Hao stared at Mu Zhi’an, then chuckled, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”

“The trial on Boundless Sea Peak has always been unfair. If he can comprehend a part of the formation and use it to take others to the summit… it’s within the rules.”

“It’s a shame he’s only at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment,” Yan Ruyu said, her voice laced with regret.

If he were at the ninth level, he would be the most promising candidate.

It had been a long time since the Two Polarities Sect had seen a true formation prodigy.

To comprehend the Trial Forest’s formation in just one day was rare, even among their disciples.

There were many alchemists in the sect, but those skilled in formations… they were few and far between.

Lan Mulian glanced at the three peak lords, then looked away.

She knew Mu Zhi’an’s true secret, but she wouldn’t reveal it.

His true value wasn’t his strength, nor his talent for formations, but…

The other vessel within him.

For male cultivators, an Inborn Celestial Vessel was useless…

But for female cultivators…

She glanced at Yan Ruyu, her mature beauty captivating, a knowing smile on her lips. “You’re at the third level of Nascent Soul now, Senior Sister Yan?”

The Nascent Soul realm was different from the others. After the third level, there was a bottleneck. Each advancement became increasingly difficult. Some spent decades, even centuries, trying to break through.

Yan Ruyu nodded, smiling. “My talent pales in comparison to yours, Junior Sister. I’ve been stuck at the third level for six years.”

“Why do you ask?” she added, her gaze curious.

Lan Mulian stared at Mu Zhi’an, her lips curving into a subtle smile beneath her veil. “Just curious~”

She changed the subject. “Master Yi, the formation should be activated in about two hours. I’ll take them to the Pilgrimage Palace afterwards. You can leave if you have other matters to attend to.”

Yi Hao looked at her, surprised by her offer of assistance.

He nodded. “Very well, Junior Sister. I’ll leave them in your capable hands. I need to meditate and prepare for my tribulation”

“Have you decided on the inner disciple spots, Brother?” Yan Ruyu asked, her voice laced with amusement.

During the entrance exams, the nine peak lords would each select one inner disciple.

The other candidates would start as outer disciples, and after three years, the top three performers in the sect’s grand competition would be promoted to inner disciples.

Yi Hao chuckled. “There’s no rush. The inner disciple spots will be announced at the Pilgrimage Palace in a week.”

After the exams, the sect would arrange accommodations for the successful candidates.

And a week later, the nine peak lords would gather at the Pilgrimage Palace and select the nine inner disciples.

Becoming an inner disciple, it was a significant advantage.

Of course, there were exceptions. If two candidates were equally talented, a peak lord might break the rules and accept both.

The three peak lords departed, and Lan Mulian looked towards the summit of Boundless Sea Peak, where over thirty candidates had already gathered, her gaze landing on Mu Zhi’an, who stood at the front. She flew towards them.

The candidates were overjoyed, their excitement evident, even those who were usually calm and composed. They surrounded Mu Zhi’an, thanking him profusely.

He smiled, chatting with them, until they suddenly fell silent, their gazes shifting to something behind him.

He turned to see Lan Mulian approaching, her figure graceful and ethereal as she rode upon a cloud.

“Senior Sister,” he said, bowing respectfully.

She glanced at the candidates, nodding politely, then smiled. “Follow me. I’ll take you to the Pilgrimage Palace.”

“And then someone will show you to your accommodations.”

They all sighed in relief.

Her words confirmed that the unconventional method of passing the exams was acceptable.

She summoned several clouds, and they soared through the air, past the towering peaks, the mist swirling around them, heading towards their destination.

The Pilgrimage Palace.

Peach blossoms bloomed on either side of the path leading to a grand, ancient palace, its aura imposing.

Many other successful candidates had already gathered in the square, their excitement palpable as they were led by senior disciples to their new homes.

It was like a university orientation… bustling with activity.

As Lan Mulian arrived, the other disciples looked at her, their gazes drawn to her beauty and aloofness, some also studying the female candidates who had passed Boundless Sea Peak’s trial, comparing their assets…

Bai Ruoxi also looked towards the newcomers, and her brow furrowed as she saw the two sisters beside Mu Zhi’an.

She walked towards him, her embroidered shoes clicking against the stone, a smile on her lips. “You passed so quickly?”

Lan Mulian glanced at her, her expression indifferent, then turned to the candidates, her voice clear and cold. “Follow me. I’ll show you to your accommodations.”

After arranging their housing, she turned to Mu Zhi’an and the others. “Come with me.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister,” Mu Zhi’an said politely.

She grunted in acknowledgment.

As Bai Ruoxi stepped onto the cloud, she looked at the surrounding scenery, the mist-wreathed peaks, the blooming peach blossoms, and sighed. “This sect is truly blessed. Such abundant spiritual energy.”

“Your cultivation will progress much faster here,” Lan Mulian replied with a smile.

But Bai Ruoxi had other concerns. “I wonder if flowers would wither easily here, even without Luminous Soil.”

The mention of “Luminous Soil” shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat.