Category: It turns out, they are the protagonists

Chapter 92: I Just Want to Give Every Girl a Warm Home

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

Mu Zhi’an sat beneath a large tree in the northwest corner of the Trial Forest, his eyes closed, meditating.

Ye Lingxuan sat beside him, her posture elegant and graceful, her white skin peeking through the folds of her purple dress.

Ye Qian sat beside her sister, her demeanor shy and demure.

Despite the presence of over thirty other candidates in the clearing, a heavy silence hung in the air.

They were all maintaining their distance, their movements quiet and discreet, careful not to disturb Mu Zhi’an’s preparations.

Ye Lingxuan glanced at him, her gaze lingering on his handsome face.

Sunlight illuminated his features, highlighting his high cheekbones and sharp jawline, the wind ruffling his hair. He looked youthful and carefree, just like his usual demeanor.

She wasn’t particularly concerned with appearances. Most women weren’t.

But when talent and charm were combined with good looks, and a knack for saying the right things… it became a powerful advantage.

Mu Zhi’an clearly possessed all of those qualities.

Even though she knew his feelings for her were more than just brotherly, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

Perhaps accepting that snow lotus had been the first step towards falling for him.

He seemed to sense her gaze, opening his eyes and looking at her, his voice a soft murmur in her mind. “Why are you staring at me?”

She quickly looked away, flustered.

But she quickly composed herself, meeting his gaze, her voice a mental whisper. “I have a question, Young Master Mu.”

“Who’s Young Master Mu? I only know Brother Mu,” he replied teasingly.

She bit her lip, then, as if giving up on pretending, she looked at him, her voice soft. “Brother… Brother Mu… The Mu family has a guaranteed spot. Why are you here?”

He met her gaze, his voice a soft murmur in her mind. “What do you think?”

His gentle gaze, she already knew the answer. A wave of shyness washed over her, but it was accompanied by a strange sweetness.

“Is it because of Qian’er?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He looked at her, his voice soft. “You know who I’m talking about.”

He wasn’t sure about her relationship with her sister. A direct confession might upset her.

But saying it was because of Ye Qian would also upset her.

She was both disappointed and relieved that he hadn’t given her the answer she wanted.

She wasn’t ready. He was so close to Bai Ruoxi. Accepting him would mean accepting her as well.

And Qian’er was so fond of him. To compete with her sister for a man… would she still be the respected elder sister that Qian’er had always looked up to?

“Qian’er seems to like snow lotuses. Perhaps you could give her one. She’ll take better care of it than I would,” she said, her voice a mental whisper.

He nodded, then glanced at Ye Qian, who was leaning against her sister’s shoulder, her eyes closed, seemingly asleep. “Are you jealous?” he asked, his voice teasing.

She rolled her eyes, scoffing. “I’m not that petty. And besides, you’re not anyone special to me.”

The air between them grew heavy.

After a long silence, he sighed.

She looked at him, noticing his downcast eyes, his disappointment. She felt a pang of sympathy and quickly looked away.

The silence stretched, and she finally turned to face him, about to speak, when a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes.

“Your Highness, we’ve found him!” a voice called out.

The peaceful atmosphere shattered.

The candidates, who had been guarding Mu Zhi’an, looked towards the source of the noise.

The Third Prince emerged from the bushes, kicking them aside.

Boom!

His spiritual energy erupted, clearing a path.

Ye Qian, startled awake, looked up to see the prince approaching, his four attendants flanking him.

And from another direction, Gongsun Cheng arrived, accompanied by several cultivators.

Ye Yu, hidden in the shadows, glared at Mu Zhi’an, who was sitting so close to Ye Lingxuan, his jealousy burning.

I have to stay calm. Now’s not the time. I’ll wait for them to attack, then I’ll rescue Qian’er and Lingxuan. That will impress them. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to suppress his impulses.

He was the mantis stalking the cicada, and the oriole was behind him.

He would wait for Mu Zhi’an to be attacked, for his cousins to be in danger, then he would swoop in, a hero saving the day.

His anger subsided, replaced by a cold, calculating anticipation.

The Third Prince approached them, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an and the sisters, a mocking smile on his lips. “Being chased, yet you returned to the same spot, bringing the girls along, flirting with them, relaxing.”

“You truly are carefree, Young Master Mu.”

Mu Zhi’an’s expression shifted, feigning surprise. “Your Highness?!”

He looked at Gongsun Cheng. “You’re here too?!”

Gongsun Cheng simply glared at him, his silence cold and menacing.

Having been outsmarted twice, he had learned his lesson. He wouldn’t fall for Mu Zhi’an’s tricks again.

He would wait for the prince to attack, then he would strike.

The Third Prince looked at the sisters, his gaze lingering on their beauty, then he turned to Mu Zhi’an, his voice cold. “Leave this place in ten breaths, and I’ll spare you.”

Mu Zhi’an’s voice trembled. “Your Highness, Young Master Gongsun, I don’t want to fight you. Can’t we just forget about this?”

It’s too late for apologies… The prince chuckled inwardly, then waved his hand, and his four attendants charged towards Mu Zhi’an.

One of the candidates suddenly stepped forward, blocking their path.

The prince glanced at him, his voice indifferent. “It seems we have a hero among the audience.”

He could sense the presence of other candidates nearby, drawn by the commotion.

But to interfere during the entrance exams, wasn’t that foolish?

To risk failing the exams because of this?

“Don’t hold back. Eliminate them all,” he ordered.

Mu Zhi’an stood up, bowing to the candidates. “Thank you for your assistance. The formation will be ready soon.”

Over thirty candidates activated their spiritual energy simultaneously, a wave of power surging through the clearing, stopping the prince’s attendants in their tracks. They stared at the candidates, their expressions filled with shock and confusion.

Something’s wrong.

They weren’t just spectators… they were Mu Zhi’an’s allies?!

The Third Prince and Gongsun Cheng exchanged a panicked glance.

Ye Yu, who had been ready to intervene, also froze, staring at the candidates, their unity unnerving.

The atmosphere had shifted dramatically…

Chapter 91: Mu Zhi’an’s Revenge is Best Served Fresh

Sunlight streamed through the vibrant autumn leaves, a gentle breeze rustling the branches.

Lan Mulian led Bai Ruoxi and Wei Mengrou to a grand, ancient palace, a massive platform before it, flanked by pink peach blossoms in full bloom, their beauty defying the approaching winter.

“Please wait here for a while. The trials on the nine peaks should be over in about half a day,” Lan Mulian said.

“What about him?” Wei Mengrou asked casually.

“Young Master Mu’s cultivation is average, but he’s quite clever. He should be fine,” Lan Mulian replied with a faint smile. “Even if he fails, he can simply withdraw. An elder will escort him back.”

After all, he had already secured a spot in the sect.

Bai Ruoxi nodded, then frowned, her voice laced with worry. “I’m still concerned. Why would he want to participate in the exams?”

“He’s close to the Ye sisters, and Miss Huang from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce. Perhaps he’s worried about them,” she added, her tone thoughtful.

Lan Mulian raised an eyebrow. “If you’re so worried, Junior Sister Bai, I’ll go to Boundless Sea Peak and check on him.”

She was also curious about his progress.

…

That evening, Mu Zhi’an, having explained the situation to the other candidates at Boundless Sea Peak, had gained their support.

The trials on the nine peaks were unpredictable, and many had despaired upon learning about Boundless Sea Peak’s challenge.

After all, reaching the summit with only their Foundation Establishment cultivation… it was nearly impossible.

But this Mu family young master claimed he could take them all to the summit… if they lent him their spiritual energy.

Many were skeptical.

To pass the exams simply by offering their spiritual energy? It seemed too good to be true.

Those who had come this far weren’t fools. They didn’t believe he was truly altruistic.

“Are you serious, Young Master Mu?” a voice called out from the crowd, sweet and alluring. It was Huang Manting, the temptress from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce.

“You’ve deciphered a small part of the forest’s formation, and you believe you can… take us all with you?”

He smiled calmly. “What would I gain by lying to you all?”

They fell silent, considering his words.

Whether he was lying or not… if it was a lie, wouldn’t he fear their wrath?

He wouldn’t make such a claim without confidence.

Huang Manting stared at him, then smiled. “Very well. I’ll trust you, Young Master Mu.”

“After all, I have nothing to lose.”

Others quickly agreed, afraid of missing out if he truly succeeded.

As Huang Manting had said, they were only contributing their spiritual energy. There was no risk.

He smiled at the thirty or so candidates gathered before him. “Follow me.”

After leading them through the forest for nearly half an hour, he arrived at the formation core where he had meditated the previous day.

He turned to them, bowing. “The preparations will take one or two hours. Please be patient and protect me.”

“If you can truly help us pass the exams, Young Master Mu, we’ll repay your kindness,” someone said.

“Don’t worry. No one will disturb you. This is important,” another said, his voice laced with a chilling intensity.

If someone interfered and disrupted the formation, ruining their chance to join the sect, they would face the wrath of these desperate candidates.

“Thank you,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a smile.

He sat beneath the tree, closing his eyes, pretending to prepare, but in reality, he was simply taking a nap.

Ye Lingxuan sat beside him, her legs tucked beneath her, her sister beside her.

They were captivating, but for the other candidates, passing the exams was paramount. And seeing their connection to Mu Zhi’an, they wisely suppressed any unwanted thoughts.

“How long will the preparations take?” Ye Lingxuan asked, her voice a mental whisper. She was close enough to see that he was sleeping.

He opened his eyes, glancing at the candidates sitting on the ground, then chuckled. “We can leave anytime.”

“Then why are we waiting? Are you deceiving them?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

“I’m not deceiving them. I don’t lie,” he replied, shaking his head.

She smiled, her voice teasing. “You’re quite the charmer, Young Master Mu. Only you know if you’re lying or not.”

He looked at her, her beauty captivating, her slender figure accentuated by her purple dress, her delicate features and rosy lips alluring.

“Do you believe my affection for you is a lie?” he asked, his voice a low murmur in her mind.

Flustered by his boldness, she fell silent, then, noticing the amusement in his eyes, she frowned.

“I saw you leaving traces of your spiritual energy along the way. What are you planning?” she asked, her voice a whisper. She looked at the other candidates, her eyes widening as a realization dawned on her. “Are you going to attack the Third Prince and Gongsun Cheng?”

Despite her youth, she was quite intelligent. If he married her, she would surely be a valuable asset. He smiled at her, admiring her sharp mind.

“I prefer to serve my revenge fresh,” he replied, his voice a soft murmur.

“But it’s already been a night,” she pointed out.

He stared at her, speechless.

He hadn’t realized she had a sarcastic side.

Well, it didn’t matter. Once they joined the sect, he would discipline her properly.

…

Meanwhile, Ye Yu, dressed in black robes, walked through the forest, his gaze alert, scanning his surroundings.

He was puzzled. He had encountered other candidates earlier, but now there was no one in sight.

They couldn’t have all left the forest and started climbing the peak, could they?

It was unlikely. They had been among the first to arrive. Those chosen by the examiner should be the first to leave.

He wondered how Qian’er and Lingxuan were doing.

Mu Zhi’an had taken them away last night.

Alone, for an entire night. And it was Mu Zhi’an.

He imagined unpleasant scenarios, and his expression darkened.

Knowing Mu Zhi’an, having acted so quickly with Bai Ruoxi, he might have taken advantage of his cousins.

His anxiety grew, and he called out to the old man in his mind. “Master, can you possess me and… locate Mu Zhi’an?”

“You’re too impatient. He won’t harm them here,” the old man replied, his voice weary.

“It’s Mu Zhi’an! He might do anything, even during the entrance exams!” Ye Yu retorted.

He had been focused on his cultivation, ignoring his cousins’ affection, and now that Mu Zhi’an had stolen them, he realized his mistake, his hatred for Mu Zhi’an intensifying.

If hatred could be converted into damage, Mu Zhi’an would be dead…

“You…”

The old man sighed, then extended his spiritual sense, searching the forest.

After a moment, he spoke. “He’s at the tree where he was meditating yesterday. You’ll have to backtrack.”

He went back there?

Ye Yu didn’t hesitate. He turned and retraced his steps.

…

The Third Prince, having rested for the night, was also searching for Mu Zhi’an.

“Your Highness, we’ve found him,” an attendant said, rushing towards him, his voice filled with excitement.

The prince looked up, his eyes brightening.

“We discovered traces of his spiritual energy and followed them. He’s at the tree where he was meditating yesterday. He hasn’t moved.”

The prince chuckled. “He thinks the most dangerous place is the safest? Does he truly believe we wouldn’t think of that?”

“Inform Gongsun Cheng,” he ordered.

He watched the attendant depart, then smiled, opening his fan.

This time.., he wouldn’t escape…

Chapter 90: Unity is Strength! Ready, Sing! p2

…

The next afternoon, three cultivators stood in the air above the Trial Forest, one a handsome young man with an air of immortal grace, the other a beautiful woman with a delicate, oval face.

No one would guess, looking at them, that they were all over a hundred years old.

Yi Huayun, the master of Boundless Sea Peak’s Medicinal Cuisine Pavilion, looked down at the forest, his expression grave. “Brother, how many candidates do you think will pass this year?”

His brother, Yi Hao, the peak lord of Boundless Sea Peak, a middle-aged man in black robes, stared at a bronze mirror in his hand, sighing. “Three or four, if we’re lucky.”

He paused, then continued, “I don’t understand Master’s reasoning. The entrance exams are held every few years, and only a handful of disciples pass each time. At this rate, our peak will be empty”

Despite his worry, he still had a sense of humor.

The formations on Boundless Sea Peak were created by his master, the previous peak lord.

And so were the entrance exams.

During the first year of the exams, he had questioned his master, pointing out that the trials were impossible for most Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But his master had refused to listen, simply saying, “Boundless Sea Peak only accepts prodigies,” then leaving without further explanation.

He had been eighteen then, powerless to argue, forced to obey.

And even now, as the peak lord, he couldn’t change anything. He could only watch as the number of disciples dwindled year after year.

It wouldn’t be a problem for a few decades, but eventually… Boundless Sea Peak would be deserted.

“If only three or four pass this year, we’ll have to change the exams before the next one,” he murmured.

The difficulty was far greater than the other peaks’. It was unfair.

If word spread, who would even bother applying to Boundless Sea Peak?

The other peaks were easier, weren’t they?

It was like Boundless Sea Peak had a higher passing score, and the exams were harder.

Yi Huayun glanced at his brother, sighing inwardly.

It was easier said than done. Persuading their master… it wouldn’t be easy.

Their junior sister, the youngest of the three, stared at the bronze mirror, her brow furrowed. “This is strange. Why are all the candidates gathering in one place?”

They both looked at the mirror, and their eyes widened in surprise.

The candidates, who had been scattered throughout the forest yesterday, occasionally clashing with each other, were now converging on a cave entrance.

And at the entrance, a young man, a mere fifth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, stood talking to them, a smile on his lips.

Beside him stood the two captivating sisters.

It was clear that he had gathered them.

Yi Hao stared at the young man, his gaze curious. “How does a fifth-level cultivator have such influence?”

“He’s Mu Zhi’an, the eldest son of the Mu family from Tianxuan City. According to Junior Sister Lan’s report, he’s incredibly talented, but he wasted some time indulging in pleasures. His mind is sharper than his cultivation,” their junior sister explained.

“Oh?”

Yi Hao’s interest piqued, and he studied Mu Zhi’an more closely.

To be praised by their talented junior sister, this Mu Zhi’an must be extraordinary.

Most of the candidates were from cultivation families or powerful backgrounds, their pride evident.

They had clashed with each other upon entering the forest yesterday.

And yet Mu Zhi’an had managed to unite them. He was indeed capable.

But why had he gathered them all in one place?

Yi Hao stared at the mirror, his eyes narrowing.

After a moment, he chuckled.

“It seems this year’s entrance exams won’t be boring”

Chapter 90: Unity is Strength! Ready, Sing! p1

The Third Prince, Ning Long, was born to the esteemed Consort Chen of the Great Qian Dynasty. A cultivator at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, he had, like Mu Zhi’an in the past, been obsessed with beautiful women. The palace maids would scatter at his approach.

However, blessed with a handsome face and his royal status, he had enjoyed numerous intimate relationships over the years. There were even rumors within the palace that he had special connections with some of the Emperor’s consorts.

He had once aspired to become the Crown Prince, but he had lost to his more talented Second Brother. This left him in an awkward position. Above him was the Crown Prince, an insurmountable obstacle, while below him were his younger brothers, all mediocre in talent and achievements.

He was stuck, unable to ascend or descend.

After years of self-pity, he had left the capital, seeking to enhance his reputation, to compensate for his past indulgences.

But upon entering the Trial Forest, he had encountered these captivating sisters, and his heart had been stirred.

Gongsun Cheng, having learned the truth from the attendants, glared at the Third Prince, his voice filled with anger. “Your Highness, that was Mu Zhi’an from the Mu family! I’m the real Gongsun Cheng!”

He hadn’t expected to encounter such a situation before even getting a chance to confront Mu Zhi’an.

The prince, fearing that Mu Zhi’an would escape with the sisters, had acted decisively, preventing him from explaining.

He was furious, but he suppressed his anger, respecting the prince’s status.

The Third Prince’s expression darkened. “That Mu family brat dared to deceive me?”

“He’s a tyrant in Tianxuan City. He stole Ye Yu’s fiancée, took his sisters, and does whatever he pleases,” Gongsun Cheng said, his voice filled with resentment. “He’s even schemed against my family twice. I’m here to seek revenge.”

“Mu Zhi’an!” The prince’s voice rose in anger. He turned to his attendants. “They can’t be far. Two of you, guard the exit. The rest, come with me. We’ll find them.”

He looked at Gongsun Cheng. “Since you’re here for revenge, join me. Once we catch him, you can do whatever you want with him.”

While the elders and peak lords wouldn’t allow murder during the entrance exams, some suffering was acceptable.

He despised Mu Zhi’an, but his true goal was the sisters.

He wants me as his subordinate? Gongsun Cheng bowed. “I’ll have to decline, Your Highness. My friends and I are free spirits. We don’t like taking orders.”

Cultivation families weren’t afraid of the imperial court. And here, at the Two Polarities Sect, even the Emperor himself would simply be a disciple.

He wasn’t a fool. He wouldn’t become someone’s subordinate.

The Third Prince glared at him, then nodded. “Very well. We’ll search separately.”

…

Meanwhile, Ye Yu, having slipped away during the chaos, was also searching for Mu Zhi’an.

A fire raged within him. He had cultivated tirelessly for this moment, to prove himself!

And Mu Zhi’an had taken his cousins right in front of him, like a cunning fox, refusing to face him directly.

He was strong enough now to fight even a cultivator at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment!

He had to find them before the exams ended!

He looked at the other candidates, his determination hardening.

…

While the Third Prince and Ye Yu searched, in a cold, dark cave, a fire crackled, illuminating the night.

To keep the sisters warm, Mu Zhi’an sat between them, his cloak draped over them, sharing his warmth.

He glanced at Ye Qian, her youthful beauty captivating. She sat huddled against the wall, her white legs exposed, her hair framing her delicate face, her lips slightly parted, her eyes reflecting the firelight.

A slight adjustment of his gaze would reveal… more mature scenery.

Indeed, large and white, surpassing her sister’s.

She shifted closer to him, her eyelashes fluttering, whether from cold or fear, he couldn’t tell.

A warm hand reached out, taking hers, and her shoulder trembled.

She blushed as he looked at her, glancing at her sister, who seemed lost in thought, oblivious to their interaction.

She quickly looked away, pretending indifference.

He then looked at Ye Lingxuan, her elegance and grace captivating. Her profile was exquisite, her lips delicate and pink, her nose straight, her features possessing a… foreign beauty… that was alluring.

She seemed to sense his gaze, and her eyes flickered as she met his. “Is something the matter, Young Master Mu?”

Why does she keep switching between “Young Master Mu” and “Brother Mu”? Can’t she just call me “Brother”… He held Ye Qian’s hand, smiling. “Are you still cold?”

Ye Lingxuan smiled. “No.”

They were Foundation Establishment cultivators. They could circulate their spiritual energy to ward off the cold. The outside environment had little effect on them.

She opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated, noticing his gaze upon her, a blush rising on her cheeks. She looked away.

After a moment, as if giving up on pretending, she looked at him, her voice soft. “What technique did you use to bring us here?”

Ye Qian also looked at him, her curiosity evident.

She had read many books at the Ye Manor. She knew some techniques could allow cultivators to teleport, but taking two people along… she had never heard of such a thing.

“No technique can do that, but there’s another way,” he replied, deliberately keeping them in suspense.

Ye Lingxuan sat up straighter, her posture attentive.

“I entered the Trial Forest earlier than the others, riding on a cloud with Senior Sister. And I soon discovered a formation”

He explained his encounter with the formation core.

Ye Lingxuan stared at him, her eyes widening with surprise, but she quickly masked her emotions.

Ye Qian’s eyes sparkled with admiration and awe. “So you can control the Trial Forest’s formation, Brother Mu?”

“I can, but not completely,” he replied.

There were multiple formations within the forest. He had only encountered the outermost layer.

And even that one… it would take months to fully comprehend. He could only mimic its patterns for now, using it in a limited way.

And each activation consumed a significant amount of spiritual energy.

With his current cultivation, he could only teleport them to nearby hiding places.

Sending them directly to the summit, even with their combined spiritual energy, it would be impossible.

“This trial… it’s not very fair,” he said suddenly.

Why would they allow candidates to enter the forest in groups, then leave them unsupervised?

If everyone followed Gongsun Cheng and the Third Prince’s example, recruiting allies, wouldn’t those who were alone be bullied?

“I heard from Elder Wei that Boundless Sea Peak’s peak lord is the most mysterious of the nine,” Ye Lingxuan said softly.

“Most disciples have never seen him. And the trial… it’s always been like this.”

“So this peak’s trial is the most difficult?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

She shook her head. “I’m not sure, but Boundless Sea Peak has fewer disciples than the other peaks.”

“It’s truly difficult. To climb from the foot of the mountain to the summit, can Foundation Establishment cultivators even do that?” Ye Qian asked, her voice filled with worry.

The trial was already difficult, and now they had to deal with the Third Prince, Gongsun Cheng, and Ye Yu. She shuddered, her anxiety growing.

Mu Zhi’an placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling reassuringly. “Get some sleep. I’ll send you to the summit tomorrow.”

They both looked up at him.

“How?” Ye Lingxuan asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

She didn’t need to participate. She had chosen to join the exams because she was worried about her sister.

“Even if you can control the formation, it’s impossible to send all three of us to the summit,” she continued.

“Let’s make a bet,” he said, his smile widening.

“What kind of bet?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“If I send you to the summit tomorrow, you’ll play a game of Truth or Dare with me.”

She blinked. “What’s… Truth or Dare?”

He chuckled. “It’s just a game.”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Alright.”

“But how are you going to do it?” she asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

“I can send myself to the summit. And if you two share the burden of the formation’s energy consumption, we can all reach the summit together,” he explained.

“But the Third Prince and Gongsun Cheng are still searching for us. Activating the formation will alert them,” she said, her brow furrowing.

And they would surely try to stop them.

“Have you heard this saying?” he asked, looking at her.

“What saying?”

“Unity is strength,” he replied, grinning.

Chapter 89: Night, Cave, Sisters

Mu Zhi’an sat beneath the towering tree, his eyes closed, immersed in the intricacies of the formation, the mist swirling around him.

“I’ve never experienced such pleasure, not even with a woman…”

The formation was incredibly complex, its patterns intricate and profound, but whether it was due to the Demon Realm Empress’s mark or something else.

He could decipher it, unraveling its secrets, understanding its workings.

It was… exhilarating!

Like solving a difficult math problem, the satisfaction of understanding, the urge to share his discovery with the world.

He had been meditating within the formation core for nearly half an hour, lost in its depths, memorizing its patterns, oblivious to the passage of time.

Then he sensed a presence nearby.

He opened his eyes and saw the Ye sisters standing outside the formation, Ye Lingxuan in her purple dress, her beauty captivating, and Ye Qian, her innocence and ample bosom… endearing.

And behind them, there were several cultivators, staring at him intently, led by a handsome young man in a golden robe.

Who’s that? He’s quite handsome, but still not as handsome as me. He noticed a gaze filled with hostility and met Ye Yu’s eyes, his black robes a stark contrast to the vibrant forest.

Holy shit… How did you attract all the enemies?

He saw the sisters’ troubled expressions and understood.

He stood up, stretching, and approached them, his gaze lingering on the handsome young man, who was slightly less handsome than him… “And you are…?”

“How dare you! You don’t even recognize the Third Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty?!” one of the attendants shouted.

Mu Zhi’an feigned surprise, his eyes widening. “You’re the Third Prince?”

Those dark circles, he must have indulged in pleasures even more than me.

The Third Prince looked down at him, his expression aloof. He grunted in acknowledgment, but the hostility in his eyes had lessened. He was pleased by Mu Zhi’an’s respectful demeanor.

“Who are you?” he asked, glancing at the sisters.

They had clearly rushed over because they had sensed this young man’s presence. And now they were witnessing his humility. Perhaps they should reconsider who could truly help them pass the exams.

Mu Zhi’an bowed. “I’m the Third Young Master of the Gongsun family from Tianxuan City. You might not have heard of me, but my family… we have some influence.”

“The Gongsun family from Tianxuan City?” The Third Prince frowned. “The patriarch has six sons, if I’m not mistaken. What’s your name?”

“Gongsun Cheng,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a smile.

Ye Yu’s mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but he held back.

He hated Mu Zhi’an, but exposing him now, he wasn’t sure if he could protect the sisters alone.

Gongsun Cheng… The Third Prince searched his memories, then his expression softened in recognition.

He had heard of Gongsun Cheng. The Gongsun family was well-known, not just in Tianxuan City, but throughout the Great Qian Dynasty.

And Gongsun Cheng was their most talented son. This was… problematic.

Mortal emperors had limited control over cultivation families. It wasn’t that the families feared them. The Great Qian Dynasty had many powerful individuals, and the current emperor, having cultivated for a century, was quite strong.

And the Imperial Advisor was a formidable figure.

But generally, even government officials avoided offending powerful families like the Gongsun family.

The Third Prince might be obsessed with women, but he wasn’t a fool. He had some logic.

He studied Mu Zhi’an, his expression shifting, then he smiled. “So you’re the Gongsun family’s Third Young Master. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Neither did I, Your Highness. I suppose we’re similar. We want to experience the exams,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a smile.

“Indeed. I haven’t had many opportunities to test myself. This is a rare chance to temper my spirit,” the Third Prince said, nodding.

Mu Zhi’an nodded enthusiastically. “You’re right, Your Highness. You’re truly wise. Your words are profound.”

Ye Yu watched as their relationship improved. He wanted to speak, but he couldn’t find an opportunity.

After exchanging pleasantries, the Third Prince changed the subject. “Young Master Gongsun, what is your relationship with these young ladies from the Ye family?”

Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian looked at Mu Zhi’an, their gazes questioning.

That idiot. He’s revealing our connection. How am I supposed to manipulate them now? Mu Zhi’an smiled. “Are you interested in one of them, Your Highness?”

It was the art of answering a question with another question.

A direct answer would only disappoint the sisters. With both of them present, he couldn’t claim they were his conquests or his sisters.

The Third Prince was silent for a moment, then he chuckled. “If you withdraw, Young Master Gongsun, I’ll remember your generosity.”

“And I’ll reward you handsomely.”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment. “My family, we’re not lacking in rewards.”

“So you’re refusing?” The Third Prince’s gaze hardened.

The atmosphere shifted, the earlier warmth replaced by a chilling tension, the attendants behind him glaring at Mu Zhi’an.

Footsteps approached from the forest, and Mu Zhi’an glanced over.

It was Gongsun Cheng.

The real one has arrived.

Is he attracted by Ye Yu’s constitution, or by me? He sent a mental message to the sisters. “Follow me!”

He grabbed their hands and ran.

One of the attendants reacted swiftly, reaching out to grab them.

But he suddenly froze, his body immobilized.

Ye Lingxuan raised her hand, a green light emanating from her palm. She clenched her fist, and the attendant’s body stiffened, his movements restricted.

“Don’t let them escape!” the Third Prince shouted.

But then he saw Mu Zhi’an looking at Gongsun Cheng, his expression filled with relief. “Second Brother, help me! Stop them!”

Gongsun Cheng looked up, confused, to see Mu Zhi’an running towards him, pulling the two girls along. Before he could understand the situation, the Third Prince, his voice cold and sharp, said, “Stop them! I’ll deal with Gongsun Cheng!”

Gongsun Cheng: “?”

The attendants charged towards him without hesitation.

The Third Prince also ran towards Mu Zhi’an, his pursuit relentless.

The imperial court avoided offending cultivation families, but this was the Two Polarities Sect. Status and influence didn’t matter here.

“Stop, Mu Zhi’an!” Ye Yu shouted, his anger flaring as he chased after them.

Mu Zhi’an, his movements swift and sure, pulled the sisters into a clearing, activating the formation beneath their feet.

The Third Prince, catching up to them, saw them vanish as they entered the clearing.

Gongsun Cheng, having been ambushed by the prince’s attendants, glared at him, his voice filled with fury. “You were tricked! I have nothing to do with him!”

…

Mu Zhi’an sat in a cave, staring at his hand, sighing inwardly. “I’m still not proficient with this formation. If I had mastered it, I could have sent them directly to the summit.”

He sensed a sweet fragrance and looked up to see Ye Lingxuan kneeling before him, her purple dress pooling around her, her beauty breathtaking, her eyes filled with concern.

“Are you alright?” Ye Qian asked, approaching him, offering him a handkerchief, her worry evident.

He shook his head, smiling. “I’m fine.”

He had planned to recruit some of the candidates to deal with Gongsun Cheng.

After all, he could do what Gongsun Cheng could do.

He could even do it better.

But now, it was no longer necessary.

The “Friend of the Antagonists” effect, it wasn’t entirely negative.

If not for the Demon Realm Empress, he might not have discovered the secrets of the Trial Forest’s formation.

He looked outside, noticing the fading light. “It’s getting late. Let’s rest here for tonight.”

He had memorized the formation’s patterns. He could study them further while sleeping with the sisters. He would surely master it soon.

But he wasn’t in a hurry.

The entrance exams were an adventure.

Sharing this hardship with the sisters would only strengthen their bond.

As for the exams.

Once he mastered the formation.

He would decide who passed and who failed…

C88P2

…

“Lingxuan, if you join us, we can easily pass this trial. Trust me, I’m strong enough to protect you and Qian’er.”

Ye Lingxuan walked along the forest path, holding Ye Qian’s hand, smiling politely as she listened to the young man beside her, her patience wearing thin.

Behind them, there were six or seven cultivators, led by a handsome young man in a golden robe, his features refined, his posture impeccable, but the dark circles under his eyes hinting at a busy schedule.

He was the Third Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty. He had encountered the Ye sisters shortly after entering the Trial Forest, and he had been captivated by their beauty.

One was elegant and graceful in her purple dress, her skin flawless, while the other was cute and innocent in her green dress.

He had never seen such beautiful sisters before, and he had been unable to resist approaching them.

His status and good looks had won over many women in the past.

But these sisters were cautious, their responses polite but distant.

A skilled hunter was patient, but the Third Prince… he wasn’t a skilled hunter.

His status had made him impatient.

He had been pursuing them relentlessly for nearly half an hour, his patience wearing thin.

“I’m sincere, Lingxuan. I truly want to help you pass the exams. Why do you keep rejecting me?” he asked, his voice taking on a threatening tone.

Such words might intimidate naive girls, but they had no effect on Ye Lingxuan.

“Qian’er and I want to pass the exams on our own,” she replied, her rejection polite but firm.

He narrowed his eyes.

The more she resisted, the more desirable she became.

He was about to speak again when a voice rang out, interrupting him.

“Qian’er, Lingxuan, there you are.”

“Come with me. I’ll help you pass the exams.”

They turned to look at the speaker.

It was a young man in black robes, his features plain, a gentle smile on his lips, his figure slender. He wasn’t handsome, but there was a certain charm about him.

“That’s Ye Yu, one of the candidates chosen by the examiner,” a voice whispered.

It was one of the Third Prince’s attendants, also a chosen candidate, selected to protect the prince during the exams.

Ye Yu… he has the same surname. Could he be related to them?

The Third Prince narrowed his eyes, studying Ye Yu. “Who are you?”

“Ye Yu.”

He looked at the Third Prince, his voice calm. “I apologize, Your Highness, but I’ve already made plans with Qian’er and Lingxuan. Perhaps you should find someone else.”

The Third Prince’s eyes hardened. “Are you blocking my path, Young Master Ye?”

Ye Yu shrugged, smiling faintly. “If you leave now, and let me take them, I won’t be blocking your path.”

The tension between them escalated.

In the past, this would have been the moment Ye Yu defeated the Third Prince, rescuing the damsels in distress.

But now… Ye Lingxuan stared at them, her brow furrowed, her thoughts racing.

What are they doing?

She wasn’t interested in either of them.

And when had she made plans with Ye Yu?

I need to get rid of them. She glanced around, searching for an escape.

Her gaze landed on something in the distance, and her eyes widened with surprise.

“Huh…?”

“What is it, Sister?” Ye Qian asked.

“I think… there’s someone over there,” she replied, her brow furrowed, her gaze fixed on a spot in the distance.

She had a unique constitution, a sensitivity to plants and herbs.

And through the nearby plants, she had sensed a familiar aura.

It was someone she knew!

“Come with me.”

She took Ye Qian’s hand and ran towards the aura.

The Third Prince and Ye Yu, startled by her sudden movement, exchanged a glance, then followed her.

They were here because of the sisters. If they lost them, it would be a waste of their efforts.

Ye Yu, following closely behind, glared at the Third Prince, his anger simmering.

This had been a perfect opportunity to repair his relationship with his cousins… but it had been ruined.

What had they discovered? Why were they running in that direction?

As he pondered, Ye Lingxuan stopped, her gaze fixed on a young man sitting beneath a towering tree.

It’s him…

Ye Yu followed her gaze, and his eyes narrowed.

…Mu Zhi’an!

Chapter 88: Mu Zhi’an’s Golden Finger

Led by Lan Mulian, the chosen candidates rode upon clouds imbued with immortal energy, heading towards their destination: the Two Polarities Sect.

Mu Zhi’an glanced down at the fluffy white cloud beneath his feet. Standing before him was Lan Mulian.

She wore a beautiful white dress embroidered with clouds, her long, flowing hair held back by a simple white ribbon, accentuating her delicate features. Though her attire was modest, the ample curves beneath her dress hinted at a woman of considerable substance.

She seemed to sense his gaze, turning to look at him, a faint smile on her lips. “Is something the matter?”

Core Formation cultivators, they’re so perceptive. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to appear nonchalant. “Senior Sister, is this cloud… something you can summon because you’re at Core Formation, or is it a special technique?”

“Core Formation allows you to fly with a sword, but not to ride on a cloud. There’s no technique that can do that.”

She paused, then added, “It’s my magic treasure.”

As expected of a wealthy cultivator… He continued, “Are those clouds behind us also your magic treasures?”

Behind them, there were nearly ten similar clouds, each carrying three or four candidates.

“They’re all part of the same magic treasure,” she explained patiently.

He nodded, impressed.

“Have you told anyone else about your Inborn Celestial Vessel?” she asked suddenly.

He shook his head. “Only you, Senior Sister. I don’t trust anyone else.”

She nodded, pleased. “Your constitution is dangerous. Even after joining the sect, keep it a secret. It could attract unwanted attention.”

She’s saying that if I reveal my ability, I might be targeted by the female cultivators, even the elders?

Wait, isn’t that a good thing?

If they know about my ability, wouldn’t I be living a life of luxury, surrounded by beautiful women, supported by wealthy cultivators?

Those thoughts were tempting, but he wasn’t a fool. He nodded, his voice sincere. “Thank you for the warning, Senior Sister.”

His constitution was unique. Being targeted by one or two women was fine, but too many would be overwhelming.

He wanted an easy life, to be pampered and supported.

But he didn’t want to spend his days recovering from exhaustion.

Senior Sister is so kind. Even though she knows about my ability, she’s still treating me the same way. She’s different from those greedy people.

They all desire me, but she’s different. She truly cares about me.

Well… if she’s interested in my ability, I wouldn’t mind sacrificing myself…

She turned to Bai Ruoxi. “Junior Sister Bai, you can report to the sect with me later.”

Bai Ruoxi nodded, then looked at Lan Mulian, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “Senior Sister, may I participate in the entrance exams?”

“I’d like to participate as well,” Wei Mengrou added.

She wasn’t comfortable leaving Mu Zhi’an alone. She had been by his side for years, and she had assumed she would accompany him to the exams, but Core Formation cultivators were exempt.

“It would be pointless for Core Formation cultivators to participate. And it would be unfair to the others,” Lan Mulian replied, her rejection gentle but firm. “You should both report to the sect with me.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “Don’t worry. I just want to experience the exams. If it’s too difficult, I’ll withdraw.”

Wei Mengrou frowned, studying him intently.

She didn’t understand why he insisted on participating. He could simply skip the exams and report directly to the sect.

What was his purpose?

Was he just trying to… toy with Ye Yu and Gongsun Cheng?

Unlikely.

He was a pragmatist. He wouldn’t waste his time and effort on such trivial matters.

Bai Ruoxi also hesitated, wanting to speak, but she ultimately chose to respect his decision.

“One more question, Senior Sister. There will be observers during the exams, right?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

She nodded. “Each area will be monitored by elders.”

“Then I’m relieved,” he said, smiling.

She looked at him, her gaze curious. “What are you planning?”

“I have many enemies. I’m worried they might try to kill me during the exams. That’s why I wanted to confirm that there would be observers,” he replied, his voice a mental whisper.

“Will you be observing my area, Senior Sister? Could you help me if I’m in danger?”

She rolled her eyes. “If you withdraw from the exams, someone will escort you out.”

She paused, then continued, her voice taking on a lecturing tone. “The Mu family might be invincible in Tianxuan City, but here… their influence won’t protect you. Don’t make too many enemies. The sect master won’t intervene in… minor disputes between disciples.”

“Making friends… it will benefit you in the long run.”

That’s easy for you to say. You’re a lone wolf yourself… He nodded obediently. “Thank you for the advice, Senior Sister. I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Are you truly participating just to experience the exams?” she asked, her voice laced with doubt.

He thought for a moment, then replied vaguely, “Something like that.”

He’s definitely planning something… She wanted to press him further, but she held back, her pride preventing her from appearing too curious.

The answer would be revealed soon enough.

…

Two Polarities Sect.

Boundless Sea Peak.

Enormous shadows soared overhead, blotting out the sun, their wings beating the air.

Lan Mulian dropped Mu Zhi’an off, tossing him from the cloud into the Trial Forest at the foot of Boundless Sea Peak.

She did that on purpose. He rubbed his sore back, sighing.

It couldn’t be helped. He had been uncooperative recently, and he had deliberately teased her by refusing to reveal his reasons for participating. She was naturally seeking revenge.

She might appear cold and aloof, but she still had a playful side. He looked at the lush forest surrounding him.

According to Lan Mulian, the Two Polarities Sect had nine main peaks… or ten, technically, but the tenth peak was the sect master’s residence, rarely visited by disciples.

He looked up at the sky.

Candidates were descending from the clouds, scattered across the vast forest, a breathtaking sight.

It was like a cultivation version of a battle royale.

But instead of a desolate wasteland, the setting was a mystical, cloud-wreathed paradise.

All nine peaks were testing grounds. Passing the trial on any one of them was enough to qualify.

Each peak had a Trial Forest at its foot, filled with candidates. The objective was simple:

Reach the summit.

It sounded easy, but Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn’t fly with swords. Reaching the summit with only their spiritual energy, it was nearly impossible for ordinary individuals.

Of course, those with exceptional talent… they might have a chance.

This simple requirement… it eliminated a large number of candidates.

“There will be more candidates arriving soon. I should leave this area…”

He watched the others descending from the sky, then turned and headed deeper into the forest.

He could simply withdraw, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet.

He still had to help Ye Qian and Ye Lingxuan.

Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dancing shadows on the ground.

The path ahead was shrouded in mist, the scenery hazy and indistinct.

He walked along the path, his senses alert.

Being chosen by the examiner had its advantages. They had entered the forest earlier, giving them more time to familiarize themselves with the terrain.

It was unfair, but life was rarely fair.

And those chosen by the examiner were undoubtedly talented, deserving of special treatment.

“Core Formation cultivators have it easy. Flying with swords saves so much time.”

He had been walking for nearly half an hour, but he still hadn’t found an exit. The scenery seemed unchanging.

If the forest at the foot of Boundless Sea Peak was this vast, how large was the entire sect?

He continued walking, lost in thought.

“Wait… is that a formation?”

After another half hour, he noticed something in the distance.

A thick mist hung in the air, and beyond it, he could see a towering tree, and beneath it… a faint, shimmering formation, emanating an aura of ancient power.

“Senior Sister mentioned that each of the ten main peaks has a formation, a deadly array to protect the sect. Could this be, the outermost layer of the Trial Forest’s formation?”

He approached the formation cautiously, drawn to its power.

The formation glowed with a faint purple light, barely visible through the mist.

According to the books he had read, this was the formation core.

He studied it for a moment, then murmured, “This is strange, it’s not repelling me.”

Normally, approaching a formation core was impossible, but he had not only found it easily, but he was also able to approach it without resistance.

He took a step forward, testing the formation.

Nothing happened.

Instead, as he entered the formation, a wave of information flooded his mind.

He could see the formation’s structure, its intricate workings, its secrets.

And within the formation, he sensed a familiar aura, cold and menacing.

It was like being watched by a giant serpent.

“The Demon Realm Empress?” he gasped, his breath catching in his throat.

She had appeared after he had defeated the black-robed man, offering him a deal, then departing without explanation.

He had wondered if she wasn’t worried about him… betraying her.

It seemed she had placed a mark on him long ago.

And the aura within this formation, it was similar to the mark’s aura.

But even so, it didn’t explain why he could enter the formation so easily.

Unless…

This formation was created by a traitor within the Two Polarities Sect.

He had planned to investigate the traitor after joining the sect, but it seemed he had stumbled upon them unexpectedly.

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside.

It didn’t matter now. What mattered was… he had found the formation core, and he could enter it.

If he could control this formation… would the trial on Boundless Sea Peak even be a challenge?

Chapter 87: Let the Games Begin

The next morning, Mu Zhi’an awoke early.

Or rather, he hadn’t slept at all.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to rest, but it was the day before the entrance exams. For Bai Ruoxi’s sake, he had decided to sacrifice some sleep.

He glanced at the sleeping beauty beside him.

The morning light illuminated her face, highlighting her delicate features, the blanket slipping down to reveal her smooth, white shoulders.

He could imagine what lay beneath.

He quietly got out of bed and pulled the blanket up, trying to shield her from his gaze… to avoid seeing what he shouldn’t see.

But she stirred, opening her eyes, her gaze meeting his. “Are you leaving already?” she asked, her voice soft and alluring.

“It’s not early anymore. The sun’s already high in the sky,” he replied, pulling the blanket away, revealing the scenery beneath.

He had intended to let her sleep, but since she was awake… there was no need to be discreet.

He patted her bottom playfully. “Get dressed. We should leave soon. Knowing Senior Sister, she’s probably already waiting for us.”

She swatted his hand away, her voice gentle. “You two go ahead. I need to change and freshen up. It might take a while.”

She sat up, pulling the blanket around her, preventing him from staring.

Even though they had been intimate, being looked at so openly it was still embarrassing.

He nodded, not arguing.

He knew how long a woman’s “freshening up” could take.

He left the room and saw Wei Mengrou in the courtyard, seemingly lost in thought.

She was dressed more simply than usual, her figure concealed by a plain robe, her long hair obscuring her face.

While her attire was modest, he knew what lay beneath.

He had glimpsed her ample bosom on multiple occasions.

And those long legs. He had been tempted, but her strength kept his bolder impulses in check.

“You’re awake early, Mengrou,” he said, approaching her.

Core Formation cultivators didn’t need sleep, but they sometimes chose to rest, to rejuvenate their minds.

She glanced at him, her voice laced with disdain. “You two were… noisy last night.”

“Miss Bai seemed unaware that I could hear her from next door.”

He chuckled, his expression unchanged. “Are you confident about the entrance exams, Mengrou?”

She knew what he was like, so he didn’t bother pretending.

“If I can’t pass, no one can,” she replied calmly.

It was true. In terms of strength, she was the most powerful among the candidates.

If not for her terrible luck, her cultivation would be even higher.

Truly a case of heaven’s jealousy… he thought to himself.

Her talent was so great that heaven had cursed her with misfortune.

Though he had yet to witness any unfortunate events.

“Do you want to head to the meeting point now, Mengrou?” he asked.

The entrance exams were being held outside the city, scheduled for the hour of the snake, around nine in the morning.

She hesitated, then nodded.

She didn’t want to be away from him for too long.

Or rather, she couldn’t be away from him for too long.

…

They left the manor and arrived at the meeting point, where a few other candidates were gathered.

He saw Gongsun Cheng, his “old friend,” and Ye Yu, sitting alone on a boulder, trying to appear mysterious and aloof.

There were also some candidates he didn’t recognize, probably those who hadn’t been selected by Lan Mulian, but had chosen to participate on their own.

They all looked at him as he arrived, some with friendly smiles, others with barely concealed hostility.

“I’m suddenly feeling nervous about the exams, Mengrou. What if it’s dangerous?” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

She scoffed, ignoring his dramatics.

He didn’t even need to participate. He had already secured a spot. He was just trying to tease her.

She knows me too well. He sighed inwardly.

One day… I’ll make her hold up her skirt for me, her face filled with reluctant obedience. He set a new goal for himself.

If it were Ye Qian or Bai Ruoxi, they would have comforted him.

Ye Lingxuan, however, would probably offer some tsundere advice, not outright comfort.

“Be careful. Some of them seem hostile towards you,” Wei Mengrou said suddenly, her voice low.

He snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at the other candidates, noticing the coldness in Gongsun Cheng’s eyes.

He shrugged, smiling dismissively. “Gongsun Cheng is just a small fry.”

“There are a few others as well. Perhaps Gongsun Cheng has recruited them,” she said.

She was sensitive to others’ emotions, their intentions.

She knew he often looked at her inappropriately… but she chose not to comment.

He frowned. “A group of small fry, they’re still just small fry.”

She stared at him, speechless.

While his words were insensitive, she couldn’t deny that she felt the same way.

He ignored Gongsun Cheng’s gaze, looking at the scenery, waiting for the others.

He knew why Gongsun Cheng hated him.

But he should be grateful.

He was clearly meant to be an early antagonist, destined to be defeated by the protagonist.

But Mu Zhi’an had become the main target, attracting all of Ye Yu’s hatred, sparing Gongsun Cheng from humiliation.

After a while, Bai Ruoxi arrived.

They all stared at her, their gazes filled with admiration and desire.

Even Ye Yu was captivated by her beauty.

But he quickly looked away, his expression carefully controlled.

After two days of cultivation, he had calmed down considerably.

He wasn’t in a hurry anymore.

At the Two Polarities Sect, during the entrance exams, he would defeat Mu Zhi’an, finally erasing this dark chapter from his life. And he would become an inner disciple, proving to Bai Ruoxi how foolish she had been to reject him.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t know, nor did he care, about Ye Yu’s thoughts.

After a while, he sensed a powerful aura approaching rapidly.

He looked up to see Lan Mulian descending from the sky, her white dress billowing around her.

Damn it, she has a holy light. I can’t see anything. He couldn’t get a glimpse of her legs, her figure concealed by some protective spell.

“Senior Sister!” he called out, bowing.

She nodded, surveying the candidates. “It seems everyone’s here.”

Her gaze lingered on Bai Ruoxi and Wei Mengrou for a moment.

“Those at Core Formation, follow me to the sect. The rest of you… I’ll escort you to the foot of the mountain, where the entrance exams will be held.”

They all looked at the two women, envy in their eyes.

Gongsun Cheng smiled, glancing at Mu Zhi’an.

He had contacted the other candidates two days ago, hadn’t he? To exact his revenge.

In Tianxuan City, with the Mu family backing him, they wouldn’t dare touch him.

But at the Two Polarities Sect, with Core Formation cultivators exempt from the exams… without Wei Mengrou and Bai Ruoxi, it was a different story.

He saw the flicker of fear in Mu Zhi’an’s eyes and exchanged a knowing glance with the other candidates, their smiles widening.

Ye Yu also looked at Mu Zhi’an, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

The young master’s brow was furrowed, his expression a mask of anger and fear. His acting skills were impressive.

Reputation mattered. Even if the Mu family’s influence didn’t reach the Two Polarities Sect, Mu Zhi’an was still… Mu Zhi’an.

Many disliked him.

But few dared to offend him openly.

Gongsun Cheng had surely offered something tempting to persuade the others to join his scheme.

And Ye Yu… he was obsessed with revenge, consumed by his hatred.

The moment the news about Core Formation cultivators being exempt from the exams had spread, the undercurrents of this entrance exam had shifted.

Those who disliked Mu Zhi’an, but had been afraid to act, they might have bold ideas.

They didn’t realize that Mu Zhi’an didn’t need to participate.

He was only attending out of curiosity.

He noticed their gazes, their intentions, and chuckled inwardly.

Let the games begin…

Chapter 86: The Entrance Exams p2

The crowd looked up to see Mu Zhi’an emerging from the teahouse, his figure tall and handsome.

Bai Ruoxi, however, had already left.

He noticed the gazes upon him and bowed. “I apologize for the unpleasant scene earlier. Young Master Ye has some grievances against Miss Bai. He acted out of resentment.”

“So he made up the accusation?” someone asked, their voice skeptical.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “Bai Ruoxi isn’t a demonic cultivator. But as for whether demonic cultivators truly exist… I can’t say for sure.”

The crowd gasped.

He was implying that there were indeed demonic cultivators in Tianxuan City.

And most believed him. After all, there had been a demonic cultivator in the city before, eventually eliminated by the major powers.

Another one wouldn’t be surprising.

He surveyed the crowd, his voice calm and steady. “Young Master Ye stopped Senior Sister from using the Aura Sight Technique. And then he admitted to slandering Miss Bai.”

“As for his reasons. I’m not sure.”

The crowd fell silent, his words echoing in their minds.

The Aura Sight Technique could reveal a person’s spiritual energy, even their lies.

Why had Ye Yu stopped Lan Mulian from using it, then admitted to slandering Bai Ruoxi?

His words, vague yet suggestive, sparked countless theories.

He bowed to them, then descended the platform.

He knew they wouldn’t believe his words completely.

But he had shifted the focus away from Bai Ruoxi.

He was Mu Zhi’an, the eldest son of the Mu family.

His words, whether true or false, would generate discussion.

Using Ye Yu to deflect attention from Bai Ruoxi, it was enough.

If this were the modern era, the headline would be: Plot Twist! Ye Yu, Who Accused Bai Ruoxi of Being a Demonic Cultivator, Is Suspected of Being One Himself?!

It would be trending in minutes.

He approached the Ye sisters.

Huang Manting was gone, having returned with her father.

After such a dramatic event, she was naturally curious about what had transpired in the pavilion.

“Are you alright, Brother Mu?” Ye Qian asked, her eyes filled with concern.

“Thanks to you two, I’m fine,” he replied with a smile.

She lowered her head, her voice filled with guilt. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help. And my cousin, he caused you so much trouble.”

She’s so kind, blaming herself for her cousin’s actions. He shook his head. “Knowing that you two were supporting me, it gave me the courage to face Ye Yu.”

He paused, then sighed. “But it seems I won’t be able to take you to the Tide Sea Inn today.”

She nodded understandingly. “It can’t be helped.”

Going to the teahouse now would only attract unwanted attention.

The Ye family’s young master had just offended Bai Ruoxi and Mu Zhi’an. For the Ye sisters to be seen dining with him at this time… it would generate gossip.

He turned to Ye Lingxuan. “I’ll be heading back now, Lingxuan.”

She nodded, watching him as he turned to leave, noticing his weariness. She hesitated, wanting to offer words of comfort.

But her pride, her tsundere nature prevented her.

I can’t fall for his tricks. He’s not a good person.

His kindness towards Ye Qian, his attempts to win her over, it was all part of his plan.

I have to protect Qian’er. She watched him depart, her resolve hardening.

…

He returned to the Mu Manor and entered his study, opening his personal interface.

The pink, heart-shaped frame surrounding the words “Supporting Character” had expanded, the words themselves becoming blurry.

“Could this be connected to my destiny?”

He had been wondering about the meaning of that frame.

And now, after the destiny test, seeing the pink light emanating from the monument… he had a theory.

His actions today had surely increased Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian’s affection for him. That was why the frame had become more vibrant.

“If it completely fills the frame. I might no longer be a supporting character. But what does this pink destiny mean?”

He had never heard of it before.

It seemed he would have to investigate further after joining the sect.

For now, he would focus on cultivating, improving his strength.

He could sense that he was nearing the fifth level of Foundation Establishment. If he spent the next two nights cultivating with Bai Ruoxi, he would surely break through.

He turned to leave, but then he noticed a paper crane flying towards the window.

He opened the window, and the crane landed on the sill.

This isn’t from Senior Sister… he thought to himself.

He had realized, after visiting Lan Mulian, that he was exchanging letters with two people: her, and someone else… whose identity remained a mystery.

But judging by their tone and handwriting, they were a woman.

And they were probably… at the Two Polarities Sect!

He didn’t open the letter. He simply put it away in his storage ring.

He would reply after joining the sect. He could follow the crane and discover their identity.

He left the study and knocked on Bai Ruoxi’s door.

She sat gracefully, strands of hair framing her beautiful face, her long neck pale and delicate, her alluring figure concealed by her conservative white dress.

The dress accentuated her aloofness, her unattainable beauty, yet it also sparked a desire within him to uncover her secrets.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern. “What’s happening outside?”

He approached her, pulling her close, his voice reassuring. “Everything’s fine now.”

He leaned in, his voice a low murmur in her ear. “The entrance exams are in two days. Let’s cultivate at home for now, Ruoxi.”

She glanced at him, noticing his gaze, and understood his intentions. She blushed, lowering her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. “…Alright”

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed.

…

Two days passed quickly.

And finally, the day of the entrance exams arrived.

Chapter 86: The Entrance Exams p1

Holy shit. Bai Ruoxi’s spiritual energy is within my vessel?

Mu Zhi’an was stunned by Lan Mulian’s question.

It’s true what they say: it’s hard to see the picture when you’re inside the frame.

If she hadn’t mentioned it, he might not have realized.

Could it be from our dual cultivation?

But an Inborn Celestial Vessel’s ability is to give, not to receive. It should be my spiritual energy within her, not hers within me. He pondered, his brow furrowed.

As the elders and patriarchs departed, he looked at Lan Mulian, who was staring at him, her eyes cold and sharp, her expression a mask of polite curiosity.

Her gaze was intense. “To be honest, Senior Sister, my constitution is unique. I had to… exert myself to conceal Bai Ruoxi’s demonic aura,” he said, his voice a mental whisper.

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “How did you conceal it?”

“I’m an Inborn Celestial Vessel,” he replied.

An Inborn Celestial Vessel. She repeated the words silently, remembering something she had read in the sect’s library.

She frowned. “If I’m not mistaken, an Inborn Celestial Vessel’s ability is one-sided. It still doesn’t explain why her spiritual energy is within you.”

“I’m also puzzled by that. If you don’t mind, could you examine me later, Senior Sister? Perhaps there’s something wrong with my ability,” he said, feigning respect and deference.

She nodded. “Very well.”

She was indeed curious about his constitution.

There were countless unique constitutions in this world, but most were self-serving.

His, however, benefited others.

He couldn’t use the spiritual energy within his vessel, but he could transfer it to another person… If they were at a bottleneck, it could even help them break through.

He wasn’t a cheat code, but he was a cheat code dispenser.

She pushed those thoughts aside, then turned to Bai Ruoxi. “After we leave, I’ll address Ye Yu’s false accusation. As for the rest…”

She glanced at Mu Zhi’an. “I’ll leave it to you.”

She wasn’t good at handling such social matters, but he was.

“Thank you for your assistance, Senior Sister,” Bai Ruoxi said sincerely.

Lan Mulian nodded.

After Ye Yu’s sudden outburst, she wasn’t in the mood for idle chatter. She left the pavilion.

Bai Ruoxi turned to Mu Zhi’an, her voice soft and grateful. “I’m so sorry for causing you so much trouble, Mu Lang.”

He shook his head, his gaze meeting hers. “Anything for you, Ruoxi.”

She smiled, her voice gentle. “You’ve said that to other women, haven’t you, Mu Lang?”

The Heart-Binding Lock appeared on his wrist.

He pretended not to notice, his gaze fixed on her, his voice soft. “At this moment, Ruoxi, you’re the only one I care about.”

The Heart-Binding Lock confirmed his sincerity… Her eyes, filled with a mixture of love and apprehension, were fixed on him, her gaze unwavering.

He seized the opportunity. “Why don’t you return to the manor first, Ruoxi?”

“I still have some matters to attend to.”

She frowned. “Didn’t Senior Sister already explain everything?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Ye Yu’s accusations have already spread. Even if Senior Sister and the leaders of the major families clear your name, people will still gossip, wondering if we colluded.”

Which they had…

She frowned. “They don’t trust the major families, but they don’t even trust the examiner?”

“Of course not,” he replied, his voice matter-of-fact. “People only believe what they see with their own eyes.”

“Ultimately, they don’t truly care if you’re a demonic cultivator or not. They just want entertainment”

“So even if everyone else confirms that I’m a human cultivator, some will still suspect me?” she asked, her brow furrowing.

“Yes.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“They want entertainment? I’ll give them entertainment.”

For Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian’s sake, he wouldn’t be too harsh on the Ye family.

However, Ye Yu seemed too idle. He had too much free time to cause trouble.

It wasn’t a major issue, but being constantly harassed by a fly, it was annoying.

He had to keep Ye Yu occupied.

…

At the Ye Manor, Ye Yu sat on his bed, meditating, his expression calm, but his mind replaying the events at the teahouse.

“Are you unhappy?” a voice asked, echoing in his mind, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Master, why didn’t you let me expose her?” he asked, his voice low and bitter.

“Senior Sister can use the Aura Sight Technique. If she had examined Bai Ruoxi, even Mu Zhi’an’s words wouldn’t have mattered!”

The old man sighed. “If she was determined to protect Bai Ruoxi, even if she saw the demonic aura… do you think she would tell the truth?”

Ye Yu fell silent.

“You were too impulsive,” the old man continued.

After regaining his talent, Ye Yu had been patient, focusing on his cultivation.

He had believed Ye Yu’s character was strong, that his endurance would lead to greatness.

But ever since encountering Mu Zhi’an, he had become increasingly impulsive.

Mu Zhi’an was like a… demon haunting him, making him lose his reason.

It was understandable. He had lost every encounter with Mu Zhi’an.

To fall from grace, to regain his talent, then to be repeatedly defeated. It was fortunate that Ye Yu’s spirit hadn’t been broken. A weaker person would have crumbled.

“You achieved your goal. Knowing when to stop… it’s a sign of maturity,” the old man said, his voice gentle.

Ye Yu frowned. “The elder already issued a retraction… How did I achieve my goal?”

The old man chuckled. “A retraction isn’t enough. The moment you accused her, everything Mu Zhi’an did became irrelevant.”

“No matter how hard they try to clear her name, people will still… doubt her.”

Ye Yu stared at him, then murmured, “So… I won?”

“In a way…” the old man replied. “The Ye family might pay a price, but… yes, you won. Mu Zhi’an is a proud man. To be unable to protect the woman he loves, it will torment him.”

“So instead of seeking revenge, focus on your cultivation.”

His words were a warning: Stop causing trouble. Focus on what’s important.

Ye Yu nodded, his anger fading, replaced by a sense of satisfaction.

“I’ll cultivate diligently, and at the entrance exams. I’ll defeat him!”

The old man grunted in acknowledgment, but inwardly, he sighed.

Because of Mu Zhi’an, he hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully. He was constantly worried that Ye Yu would fall for one of his schemes.

If he hadn’t stopped him today, his presence within Ye Yu’s body might have been exposed.

And then, even without Mu Zhi’an’s intervention, his enemies would have come for him.

It seemed he had to accelerate their plans, to make Ye Yu reach Core Formation as soon as possible, no matter the cost.

…

The crowd at the sparring arena had grown even larger. The Ye family elder had issued a retraction, confirming that Bai Ruoxi wasn’t a demonic cultivator.

And Lan Mulian had also spoken up, supporting his statement.

However, as Mu Zhi’an had predicted, humans were curious creatures. Many remained skeptical, wanting to hear from the individuals involved.

But even if Mu Zhi’an and Bai Ruoxi spoke up, it wouldn’t matter. Once the accusations were made, the damage was done.

“What are they doing in there? The examiner and the family leaders have all left. Why aren’t they coming out?” someone asked.

“Perhaps they’re erasing evidence, hiding the truth?”

“That’s ridiculous… If we can’t trust the families, can’t we trust the examiner?”

“No matter how powerful the Mu family is, they can’t bribe her.”

“Well, you never know…” The speaker quickly fell silent.

Questioning a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect in public, it was a dangerous thing to do.

Ye Lingxuan frowned, listening to their whispers.

“They’re so annoying. They already confirmed that Sister Ruoxi isn’t a demonic cultivator, yet they’re still gossiping,” Ye Qian murmured, her voice filled with indignation.

“The accusations have been made. There’s nothing we can do about it,” Ye Lingxuan replied softly.

“But don’t worry. It’s just idle chatter.”

“The entrance exams are in two days. Everyone will forget about this soon.”

Mu Zhi’an had seemingly won, but considering Bai Ruoxi’s situation, it wasn’t a complete victory.

And Ye Yu hadn’t lost either.

This outcome… it was probably what he had intended.

He hadn’t proven Bai Ruoxi was a demonic cultivator, but the rumors would persist.

For the next few days, the main topic of conversation in Tianxuan City would be… Bai Ruoxi’s supposed demonic cultivation.

She had been praised and admired, but now, even a hint of negativity… it would be amplified, her reputation tarnished.

It was a common phenomenon, regardless of the era.

“Young Master Mu is coming out!”