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  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c34

    34. Yan Meng’er Cried

    The battle was over.

    In just a single exchange, Yan Zhen swiftly pinned Wang Dong to the ground, knocking him unconscious.

    Even faster than defeating Liu Xing.

    Firstly, Wang Dong only had a cultivation level of six-star Mystic Disciple, weaker than Liu Xing. Secondly, Yan Zhen had become stronger.

    The audience, including the combat instructor, didn’t even have time to react.

    He could naturally see that without using trump cards, Yan Zhen clearly had a higher chance of winning. But to describe the actual battle using the word “chance” would be a joke.

    What chance? This was pure domination!

    Wang Dong and the others had already prepared some cheating methods and routines to turn the tables, but in the face of such an absolute difference in strength, they all became a laughing stock.

    Could Yan Zhen be a Mystic Scholar? He was ridiculously strong!

    He was clearly a five-star Mystic Disciple, while Wang Dong was six-star!

    “Little brother Yan Zhen is so awesome!” Amidst the silence, Mi Xue’er screamed, her eyes full of love.

    She remembered this heart-pounding feeling.

    In her previous life, although she liked Yan Zhen, she initially only treated him as a younger puppy, licking his face.

    Until the usually gentle and low-key Yan Zhen displayed his sharpness for the first time.

    The boy who always responded to her teasing with a shy smile, the little brother who was used as a bag-carrying machine by them when shopping, when facing a powerful opponent that even she dared not confront on the arena, he forcefully pinned the opponent to the ground with just a single move, domineering and cold, shocking the entire audience!

    Mi Xue’er also fell for him.

    Even though she had been reborn and experienced higher-level battles and witnessed more terrifying scenes, at this moment, her heart was still pounding.

    Yan Ruyu’s heart was also fluttering, her eyes hiding traces of affection as she looked at Yan Zhen on the stage.

    Yan Zhen’s gaze shifted, falling on the other two six-star Mystic Disciples, Ya She and Ding Yu, below the stage. He said indifferently, “Do you want to fight? If you do, you can come up together.”

    Ya She and Ding Yu looked at each other, both feeling humiliated and furious. They turned to the combat instructor.

    “Instructor, this person is so arrogantly provoking us. It doesn’t violate the rules for the two of us to go on stage and fight him, right?”

    “Please agree, Instructor!”

    The combat instructor hesitated slightly but still nodded. This kind of thing wasn’t the first time. Why not watch if there was fun to be had?

    With the instructor’s permission, Ya She and Ding Yu went on stage together. Without saying a word, they attacked Yan Zhen with full force from the start.

    Yan Ruyu’s heart was in her throat again, but Mi Xue’er was even more excited.

    Then, under everyone’s close observation, in less than ten rounds, Ya She and Ding Yu simultaneously fell off the stage, unable to get up again.

    The entire class exclaimed in surprise. Looking at Yan Zhen slowly retracting his Blaze Mystic Power on the stage, they felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their heads.

    “He won again. Little brother Yan Zhen is so handsome. I love you to death~” Mi Xue’er excitedly confessed, not caring if others took it seriously. Anyway, she was sincere.

    Hearing this, Yan Ruyu glared at her best friend but felt quite envious that she could say such words out loud.

    Yan Zhen was also puzzled by Mi Xue’er’s braindead fan-like declaration. In the script, although she was also very excited, she didn’t behave this exaggeratedly.

    Mi Xue’er usually appeared to be straightforward, but she was actually very tactful and had a good grasp of the distance between friends and classmates. Shouting “I love you to death” in public made many classmates look at her sideways and also broke the hearts of some male students.

    Yan Zhen returned from the stage and looked at Mi Xue’er, who was even more excited than him. He smiled awkwardly but politely.

    “When did you become so powerful?” Yan Ruyu said in a tsundere manner, “Making people worry for nothing.”

    Yan Zhen brushed his bangs. “I’ve always been very powerful. Didn’t you witness it during the New Year, Cousin Ruyu?”

    Mentioning the sore spot! Thinking of how she was spanked by him during the New Year until she cried on the spot, Yan Ruyu felt both embarrassed and angry, really wanting to beat him up to vent.

    But she couldn’t beat him now. If she made a move, she would very likely be pinned to the ground and spanked by him again, which would be even more embarrassing.

    Thinking of this, Yan Ruyu’s anger inexplicably diminished a bit, and she even felt a little eager to try.

    She snorted and turned her head away.

    Mi Xue’er asked curiously, “Did something happen between you two during the New Year?”

    Yan Zhen shrugged. “We just had a friendly spar, right, Cousin?”

    Yan Ruyu ignored him.

    After the combat class ended, Yan Zhen went to the junior class to find Yan Meng’er, but she had actually left on her own.

    Oh well.

    Anyway, Yan Zhen was going to the streets to buy medicinal ingredients, so he couldn’t accompany her back.

    Medicinal ingredients related to the divine soul were indeed very rare. Not to mention expensive, the key was that there was no stock!

    Such medicinal ingredients were generally only used by Master Alchemists and were basically controlled by the Master Alchemist Association, which was in the royal capital. It was very difficult to find them in other places.

    After a trip, the medicinal ingredients were still not complete. He could only ask the Gold Jade Chamber of Commerce to keep an eye out for him.

    The person in charge of the chamber of commerce was a middle-aged man who said that if any new medicinal ingredients arrived, he would notify him immediately.

    Of course, it would still be free. Whatever they had, they would give.

    Yan Zhen was quite uneasy about this because he believed there was no free lunch in the world.

    But the other party refused to charge him no matter what. When he mentioned paying, it was as if he was asking for someone’s life. Seeing him insist on paying, the man even knelt down in public and said, “Young Master Yan Zhen, this little one really can’t accept the money. Please spare me. I have elderly parents and young children to support!”

    He went on and on.

    Shocking the passersby for a whole year, Yan Zhen was also at a loss.

    Helpless, Yan Zhen could only accept the goodwill of the Gold Jade Chamber of Commerce, but he couldn’t figure out why.

    The only thing he could think of was that “good sister” who hadn’t met him yet. She had also gotten the script like him and knew that he would rise in the future, so she invested in advance.

    But the system said she didn’t have the script. When he asked it what was going on, it said it didn’t know.

    What a defective system.

    [Ding! Please don’t secretly curse the system in your heart, Host. It ruins the friendly relationship between us.]

    — Then don’t peep into my thoughts, you perverted system!

    [The Host is very smart.]

    — What did you say?!

    [Very smart.]

    — Shut up, stupid code. Even the “Hello, World!” program I wrote when I first entered university runs better than you!

    A person and a system started arguing.

    Yan Zhen returned to the mansion, grumbling all the way, and only adjusted his mood before heading straight to the dining room.

    Only the three girls were eating at the table, with Yan Meng’er nowhere to be seen.

    And they were eating takeout.

    Yan Zhen thought Yan Meng’er had returned home early to cook. He asked in confusion, “Where’s Meng’er?”

    Instructor Yu Xuan replied, “She’s in her room and refuses to come out.”

    Yan Zhen was even more puzzled. “What’s wrong with her?”

    “I don’t know. Sister Meng’er seems to have cried.” Mi Xue’er said worriedly, “Her eyes are swollen.”

    Yan Ruyu stared at him and said, “Meng’er rarely cries unless it has something to do with you, Yan Zhen. Did you say something to her?”

    “No, I haven’t been able to see Meng’er all day.” Yan Zhen pondered, “She shouldn’t think I intentionally stood her up, right? That’s not enough to make her cry.”

    His silly cousin wasn’t a petty girl. If she was really stood up, she would just come to him to settle the score and make big demands.

    “Anyway, go to her room and check on her.”

    Yan Zhen nodded and quickly walked towards Yan Meng’er’s room.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 70

    Chapter 70: Wei Mengrou’s Brilliant Strategy Saves the Day

    The situation seemed dire, but Mu Zhi’an believed it was still salvageable.

    However, he couldn’t save himself.

    He needed someone to rescue him.

    And that person… she would definitely come.

    She was probably nearby, observing the unfolding drama with cold amusement.

    He took another sip of tea, wondering how to summon his savior.

    He heard footsteps approaching, and his heart leaped with hope.

    The curtain to the room was pulled open, and a beautiful woman in a black dress, her figure alluring, entered, carrying a delicate wooden box.

    It was Huang Manting.

    She wasn’t the one he was waiting for, but she would suffice if she was clever enough, and willing to help.

    She wasn’t his enemy, but she wasn’t his friend either.

    She was simply a dominant young mistress who wanted to steal him from Bai Ruoxi.

    Her presence here wasn’t surprising. News of the commotion in his private room would have reached her ears.

    She surveyed the room, her gaze lingering on Lan Mulian, then on Bai Ruoxi, then on Ye Qian, who was staring at the floor, her expression downcast.

    Finally, she looked at Ye Lingxuan, her elegance and poise undeniable.

    She sensed the tension, the unspoken accusations, and a knowing smile spread across her lips.

    The Mu family’s young master was quite capable.

    She set the box down on the table, her voice smooth and alluring.

    “I came to deliver the root you acquired, Young Master Mu.”

    She had simply wanted to interact with him again, but she had stumbled upon a much more entertaining scene.

    He coughed, his voice a bit strained. “Is there anything else, Miss Huang?”

    He gave her a meaningful look.

    She chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “No, it seems you’re occupied. I won’t disturb you any further. Please enjoy yourselves~”

    She turned and left, her hips swaying seductively, a mischievous smile on her lips.

    Mu Zhi’an’s smile faltered.

    I knew it. I was right not to rely on her. That vixen…

    Bai Ruoxi sighed softly. “I apologize for any trouble my Mu Lang might have caused. When we return to the Mu Manor, I’ll have a talk with him, and we’ll make sure such misunderstandings never happen again.”

    She seemed delicate and fragile, but her words were sharp, her intentions clear. She looked at Mu Zhi’an, a charming smile on her lips. “Isn’t that right, Mu Lang?”

    Ye Lingxuan frowned, and Ye Qian, who had been staring at the floor, looked up, her eyes wide with hurt. Lan Mulian also looked at him, her gaze cold and expectant.

    Mu Zhi’an, forced to respond, said, “Ruoxi, I already showed you Miss Huang’s invitation.”

    “Yes, I know she invited you to accompany her to the auction,” Bai Ruoxi replied, her smile unwavering. “I don’t mind you spending time with Miss Huang, or with Miss Ye, or with Miss Qian. I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding. We’ll discuss it later, to avoid any unnecessary complications, alright?”

    She seemed gentle and yielding, but her words were a trap. If he agreed, he would be acknowledging their relationship, elevating her above the others.

    She shouldn’t be so assertive. She was supposed to be the delicate, fragile beauty. Mu Zhi’an, his headache intensifying, marveled at the complexity of the female heart.

    Ye Lingxuan suddenly spoke, her voice sweet and clear. “You two have such a wonderful relationship, Sister Ruoxi.”

    “Even though Brother Mu used to frequent pleasure houses and harbor inappropriate thoughts about other women, I always believed he was a good person at heart. It’s heartwarming to see him… captivated by your charm.”

    Her words sounded like praise, but there was a subtle bite to them. Are you complimenting me, or insulting me? Mu Zhi’an wondered, staring at her, his emotions a tangled mess.

    He had to stop this before Bai Ruoxi turned into Dark Bai Ruoxi.

    His savior wouldn’t be Huang Manting, nor the foolish Ye Yu.

    He looked towards the curtain, feigning surprise. “Mengrou, is there something you need?”

    It was his only option.

    No one could possibly defuse this situation.

    He could offer a thousand explanations, but they wouldn’t listen. They were angry, and anything he said would be wrong, only making things worse.

    He had to separate them, then deal with them individually.

    He wasn’t worried about losing their affection.

    They knew he wasn’t a “good person.” They had chosen to interact with him despite his flaws.

    His relationship with Bai Ruoxi, his presence at the auction with the Ye sisters, would only annoy them.

    And a scoundrel wasn’t afraid of annoyance. He was afraid of indifference.

    When your actions no longer elicited any emotional response… it was time to surrender and start over.

    As expected, they all turned to look at the curtain.

    But there was no response.

    He was about to call out again when the curtain was pulled open, and a woman in a yellow dress entered the room.

    Her expression was cold, her gaze sweeping over them before settling on Mu Zhi’an.

    Seeing his usual confidence shattered, his smile strained, Wei Mengrou couldn’t help but smirk.

    It was satisfying to see him suffer.

    “Young Master, there’s been an incident at the manor. You need to return immediately,” she said, her voice cool and indifferent.

    The other women had played their parts. Now it was her turn to shine.

    Mu Zhi’an, relieved, stood up, feigning concern. “An incident?”

    He looked at the others. Bai Ruoxi’s eyes were downcast, her expression unreadable. Lan Mulian held her teacup, her gaze icy. Ye Lingxuan stared at him, her eyes filled with distrust. Ye Qian wouldn’t meet his gaze, her head lowered.

    Their attitudes had shifted dramatically. Even Bai Ruoxi, usually so gentle and affectionate, was ignoring him.

    One trip to the auction house and he had ruined everything.

    At least they haven’t discovered the snow lotuses. He sighed inwardly, a flicker of gratitude amidst the despair.

    This misadventure seemed disastrous, but if he could just escape this room, he could salvage the situation eventually.

    And leaving wouldn’t be difficult. He was only officially involved with Bai Ruoxi. The others couldn’t object to his departure.

    However, his efforts with the Ye sisters were probably wasted. And Lan Mulian wouldn’t speak to him for a while.

    “Since there’s an urgent matter at the manor, and the auction is almost over. I’ll take my leave.”

    He coughed, his voice a bit strained. “We’ll see each other again.”

    As expected, no one stopped him.

    If their affection for him was as strong as Bai Ruoxi’s, he wouldn’t have escaped so easily. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or to lament his inefficiency.

    He left the room with Wei Mengrou, his gaze meeting Ye Yu’s.

    Ye Yu smirked, his voice dripping with mockery. “It seems your philandering ways have finally caught up to you, Young Master Mu.”

    Mu Zhi’an, his mood sour, ignored him.

    Enjoy your petty victory while it lasts… Ye Yu thought to himself, then turned to the Ye sisters, who had emerged from the room.

    “Lingxuan, let me escort you back to the manor.”

    This incident had sparked a sense of urgency within him. If he didn’t act, his cousins would be stolen from him.

    However, Ye Lingxuan, holding her sister’s hand, declined politely but firmly. “Thank you for the offer, Brother Ye Yu, but our carriage is waiting.”

    While Mu Zhi’an’s behavior had upset her, Ye Yu’s actions were even more repulsive.

    Ultimately, Mu Zhi’an had kept his promise, even rejecting the advances of two beautiful women to meet with them.

    The only problem was his relationship with Bai Ruoxi, and her bold declaration.

    Lan Mulian also emerged from the room, her gaze sweeping over Ye Yu coldly before she descended the stairs gracefully.

    She didn’t leave, however. She went backstage, where Feiying was waiting for her.

    …

    The carriage rattled along the street towards the Mu Manor, Mu Zhi’an lost in thought.

    Wei Mengrou sat across from him, her beauty as striking as ever, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery.

    “I won’t help you next time,” she said suddenly.

    Her expression was cold and impassive. She knew exactly what he had been up to.

    “Did you arrange for someone to escort Ruoxi back?” he asked.

    Bai Ruoxi was angry. She wouldn’t ride in the same carriage as him.

    Wei Mengrou nodded curtly. “But she might not return to the manor.”

    If she didn’t return, it meant she was truly angry. He would have to visit the Bai Manor. He glanced at Wei Mengrou, her figure alluring, her profile beautiful.

    She smirked, her voice laced with amusement. “You’re all alone again, Young Master.”

    “Even if I am, I still have you,” he replied with a chuckle.

    She scoffed, her expression unchanging, her amusement turning into disdain.

    She leaned back, her gaze drifting towards the window.

    After a long silence, she lowered her eyes, her emotions hidden.

     

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 69

    Chapter 69: Mu Zhi’an’s Harem Crisis

    On the auction stage, Feiying smiled at Ye Yu, but her impression of him had soured considerably.

    As an auctioneer, she despised those who disrupted the flow of the bidding.

    Initially, she had found him tolerable. While not handsome, he was pleasant to look at, and his talent was undeniable.

    But he was so petty, so inconsiderate of her position on stage.

    Normally, she wouldn’t mind a minor interruption, but her sister was watching from a private room. She wanted to impress her.

    She glanced up at the second floor and saw Lan Mulian stepping out of a room, her gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on a specific private room. She walked towards it gracefully.

    Strange… what is she doing? Feiying wondered.

    Lan Mulian had initially decided not to attend the auction after receiving the Luminous Soil from Mu Zhi’an, but she had changed her mind, wanting to see her sister in action.

    Feiying shook her head, dismissing those thoughts, and focused on the auction, drawing the crowd’s attention back to the items being presented.

    …

    In the private room, Mu Zhi’an sipped his tea, his hand beneath the table gently caressing Ye Qian’s, his expression calm, but his heart pounding with anxiety.

    Ye Yu’s such a sore loser. He can’t win, so he calls for backup?

    Since regaining his memories, he had been in control of the situation, manipulating the Gongsun family and the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, eliminating the black-robed man, even acquiring the Heavenly Dao Aura.

    The only unexpected event had been the appearance of the World Devouring Serpent Empress, but she was far too powerful for him to handle.

    This time, however, he realized that things were spiraling out of control.

    Ye Yu’s earlier words had been a simple attempt to mock him for wasting money on a useless trinket.

    But Ye Lingxuan would still repay him.

    And he could even use that repayment as an excuse to spend more time with her, to improve their relationship.

    In other words, Ye Yu was playing checkers, while Mu Zhi’an was playing chess.

    However, with the addition of these unexpected variables, Ye Yu had somehow managed to checkmate him.

    Mu Zhi’an took another sip of tea, contemplating his options.

    “What’s wrong?” Ye Qian asked, noticing his troubled expression.

    Ye Lingxuan also looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. “If you’re not feeling well, we can escort you back to the manor.”

    Normally, he would be delighted by their concern, seeing it as a sign of progress in his courtship.

    But now…

    He shook his head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just thinking about something.”

    “But your hands are sweating. Are you sure you’re alright?” Ye Qian asked softly.

    He had been holding her hand beneath the table. She could feel his body heat.

    He waved his hand dismissively. “Really, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

    He heard footsteps approaching, and his heart sank.

    The auction was still in progress. He clenched his fist, covering his mouth, and coughed loudly, trying to imitate a gruff voice.

    “Cough, cough, cough”

    He wanted to dissuade whoever was outside from entering, but his coughs, they only drew Bai Ruoxi in.

    She pulled open the curtain, her beauty as captivating as ever, her white dress accentuating her delicate figure, her expression a mixture of innocence and vulnerability.

    Any other man would be filled with a desire to protect her, to hold her close and cherish her.

    But to Mu Zhi’an, her appearance was like a lit fuse.

    Her usual aloofness was gone, replaced by a cold, emotionless gaze. She stared at him, then at the Ye sisters.

    Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian also studied her, their eyes filled with curiosity.

    “Can I help you, Miss Bai?” Ye Lingxuan asked, smiling politely.

    Bai Ruoxi glanced at Mu Zhi’an, then turned to Ye Lingxuan, her voice soft and sweet. “I’m looking for someone.”

    “Who?”

    Ye Lingxuan glanced at Mu Zhi’an again, a playful smile on her lips. “Could it be Young Master Mu?”

    She continued, “I heard he pursued you for a while, but you rejected him.”

    “But then I heard you two were quite affectionate at the sparring arena. Is that true?”

    Bai Ruoxi didn’t answer, her gaze sweeping over the two sisters.

    She first noticed Ye Lingxuan, her elegance and poise undeniable.

    Then, she looked at Ye Qian, who had withdrawn her hand from Mu Zhi’an’s grasp and was now staring at the floor, her cheeks flushed.

    Sensing their gazes, she smiled nervously, about to speak, when Mu Zhi’an interrupted, pouring Bai Ruoxi a cup of tea.

    “What brings you to the auction house so early, Ruoxi? Are you looking for something specific?”

    “Have a seat and some tea,” he said, smiling warmly.

    She glanced at him, then at the Ye sisters, her expression unreadable.

    She sat down, surprisingly not confronting him about his presence with other women.

    She simply leaned forward, taking a sip of tea, her ample bosom pressing against the table, dwarfing the two sisters beside her.

    An awkward silence filled the room.

    But that awkwardness… it calmed Mu Zhi’an’s nerves.

    He wasn’t afraid of awkwardness. He was afraid of her anger, her sharp accusations.

    She had been about to say something dangerous, but he had interrupted her.

    She was, as he had assessed, gentle and passive. Unlike other women, she wouldn’t lash out. She would simply worry about him.

    Ye Yu’s seemingly devastating attack, it was still within his control.

    He had to take charge, to ease the tension. He smiled, about to speak, when the curtain to the room fluttered, someone pulling it open.

    A beautiful woman in a moon-white robe, her hair held in place by a white ribbon, a veil covering her face, entered the room.

    She glanced at them, then looked at Mu Zhi’an, her eyes cold, a mixture of amusement and anger swirling within them.

    Senior Sister?!

    His smile vanished, his body stiffening.

    Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian also stared at her, surprised.

    They recognized her, but they hadn’t expected the examiner to appear at the auction in this private room.

    Had she entered the wrong room? Or was she like Bai Ruoxi, looking for someone?

    They both looked at Mu Zhi’an.

    Senior Sister and Mu Lang, they’re definitely close, Bai Ruoxi thought to herself, her eyes losing their sparkle.

    Mu Zhi’an, feeling their gazes upon him, calmly set down his teacup, forcing a smile.

    “S-Senior Sister, what brings you here? I thought you weren’t interested in auctions.”

    Lan Mulian surveyed the room, a faint smile playing on her lips, hidden beneath the veil. “I came here looking for someone. And I happened to find you.”

    “You said you were busy today and couldn’t accompany me to the auction. I thought you had something important to do, but it seems you had other appointments.”

    She looked at him, her gaze cold.

    “He told me something similar a few days ago,” Bai Ruoxi said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. Even the other women in the room felt a pang of sympathy for her.

    She looked at Mu Zhi’an, her voice gentle. “Mu Lang, why aren’t you saying anything?”

    Silence descended upon the room, heavy and suffocating.

    A simple endearment had silenced them all.

    Mu Zhi’an hadn’t expected her to use the term he had playfully suggested.

    In this era, women addressed their beloveds by their surname, followed by “Lang.”

    Her words were a subtle declaration of ownership, yet they were unobjectionable, since he had been the one to suggest it.

    Despite her gentle demeanor, she had played her cards masterfully.

    Ye Qian, her heart sinking, lowered her head, her newfound joy replaced by a quiet sadness. She didn’t express her disappointment, simply withdrawing into herself.

    Ye Lingxuan also stared at Bai Ruoxi, her expression cold.

    She sensed the possessiveness in her words.

    Mu Zhi’an’s kindness had warmed her heart, and while she didn’t harbor any romantic feelings for him. Bai Ruoxi’s declaration felt like a challenge.

    Lan Mulian’s expression was hidden beneath the veil, but her eyes had turned colder.

    They had exchanged countless letters in the past few days, his words filled with longing and affection. She had developed a fondness for him, despite their age difference. Hearing Bai Ruoxi’s endearment sparked a complex mix of emotions within her.

    Ye Yu, frozen outside the room, stared at them, speechless.

    He had come here to mock Mu Zhi’an, but now… he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

    Ye Qian, after a long silence, looked up at Bai Ruoxi, her eyes red-rimmed. “Miss Bai, are you joking?”

    Bai Ruoxi had always despised Mu Zhi’an. She and her sister had often seen him trailing after her like a lovesick puppy, only to be ignored.

    And now… she was calling him “Mu Lang”?

    Bai Ruoxi shook her head, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an, her voice soft. “I wouldn’t joke about something like this. I’ve already introduced him to my parents, and…”

    She blushed. “We’ve… cultivated together.”

    “….”

    The atmosphere froze, even Lan Mulian’s expression shifting slightly.

    Ye Yu, his heart sinking, stumbled backwards, overwhelmed by a wave of shock and jealousy.

    They had only been together for a short time, yet their relationship had already progressed to that level…

    And why was the examiner involved with him? Wasn’t she an inner disciple of the Two Polarities Sect?!

    His earlier amusement at Mu Zhi’an’s predicament was now replaced by a burning envy.

    But at least, his cousins would finally see Mu Zhi’an for the scoundrel he was. That was his only consolation.

    He felt a surge of helpless rage, his goddess stolen by a villain.

    Mu Zhi’an, his scalp tingling, remained silent.

    He couldn’t speak, couldn’t offer any explanations.

    He was the center of this storm, and anything he said would be wrong, only fueling their anger.

    But there was a way out. His reputation might be tarnished, but he had anticipated this eventually.

    Everyone makes mistakes.

    He was panicking, but he wouldn’t give up.

    He understood Bai Ruoxi.

    He understood the other women as well.

    This crisis, it seemed insurmountable, but there was a solution.

    After all, he had already established a reputation as a womanizer, a frequent visitor of pleasure houses.

    They were all aware of his past, but his charm, his behavior towards them, it had made them overlook it.

    His presence at the auction house with the Ye sisters, his revelation about his relationship with Bai Ruoxi, had simply reminded them of his other side.

    He couldn’t speak, but someone else could.

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c33

    Chapter 33 : Practical Combat Class

    In the office, Instructor Yu Xuan gently bit Yan Zhen’s left ear, and the mystic power in her mouth evenly spread along the tip of her tongue to the injured area.

     

    The room was silent, only the intermittent sound of saliva.

     

    After some time, Instructor Yu Xuan finally released her mouth, looked closely, and the bruising had already dissipated, returning to its original pale complexion, and even the wound had been healed.

     

    There was no reason to continue now.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan couldn’t help but think, her pink tongue licking her lips, seeming a bit reluctant.

     

    After a pause, she reacted, feeling greatly ashamed in her heart.

     

    “Yan…”

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan’s voice paused, and she saw Yan Zhen had an expression as if he was about to melt, his eyes losing focus, as if gazing at the starry sky.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, silently cursing herself for doing such a despicable thing to Yan Zhen while he was injured.

     

    “Yan Zhen, are you alright?”

     

    Yan Zhen nodded dazedly.

     

    Seeing this, Instructor Yu Xuan stimulated Yan Zhen’s forehead with the refreshing mystic power, causing him to quickly regain his senses.

     

    Yan Zhen shook his head:

    “I’m fine now.”

     

    “En, there shouldn’t be any major problems. You, you put your pants back on, it wouldn’t be good if someone sees this.”

     

    At her words, Yan Zhen only then realized his embarrassing situation, hurriedly grabbing his pants to put them on his legs, then properly closing his robe and tightening his belt, straightening himself in the process.

     

    “Cough cough, Instructor, thank you for treating me.”

     

    Although he was embarrassed and wanted to leave quickly, he still had to express his gratitude.

     

    “No need to thank me, this is what I should do.” Instructor Yu Xuan said, then realizing her words had an ambiguous implication in the current situation, she quickly added, “As your instructor, caring for my disciples is only natural.”

     

    “Then, shall I take my leave?”

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan nodded, pausing for a moment before apologetically saying:

    “Yan Zhen, since you are injured and need to recuperate, let’s postpone ‘that appointment’ tonight.”

     

    After saying this, Instructor Yu Xuan looked at Yan Zhen with some nervousness, worried that he would be disappointed, as Yan Zhen seemed to have been looking forward to tonight’s “Secret Lesson”.

     

    That appointment? Yan Zhen thought about it for a moment before remembering.

     

    Previously, he had learned that Instructor Yu Xuan was secretly practicing the Dao of Massage, and to avoid embarrassment, he had boldly revealed that he was a fellow practitioner, but this caused Instructor Yu Xuan to mistakenly think he was in a “lustful” state and planned to “correct” him through education!

     

    Because he had been focused on designing fire talismans these past few days, he had accidentally forgotten about it.

     

    Now it’s been postponed? Great, hopefully it’s postponed indefinitely!

     

    “I understand, Instructor, I will focus on recovering.”

     

    Hearing this, Instructor Yu Xuan felt relieved.

     

    Indeed, her educational approach was correct, going along with the flow, see how obedient he is now.

     

    As long as Yan Zhen’s curiosity about the opposite sex is satisfied, he will focus on cultivation just like in his previous life.

     

    It seems that the subsequent “Secret Lesson” will require more effort, her current posture may still not be enough.

     

    Watching Yan Zhen leave the office, Instructor Yu Xuan closed the door again, drew the curtains, and changed into another set of instructor’s attire.

     

    …

     

    Yan Zhen first went to the junior class, but found that Yan Meng’er was not there, thinking that she might have gone to eat by herself since he didn’t come find her, after all, it was almost mealtime now.

     

    Patting his empty stomach, Yan Zhen could only hurry to the cafeteria to have a quick meal before returning to the class.

     

    The classroom was empty.

     

    Yan Zhen paused for a moment, then soon realized that his classmates had gone to other places to prepare for the next class.

     

    The course arrangement at the Mystic Academy was quite simple, with theoretical and qi cultivation classes alternating in the morning, and mystic technique and practical combat classes alternating in the afternoon, changing every three days.

     

    On the last day of each month and the first day of the next month, there would be a monthly assessment and the results would be announced, with those who meet the standard “promoted” to the next level, from junior to intermediate, from intermediate to advanced, and even the competition for the Nine Star List open only to Mystic Scholars.

     

    Apart from this, students who have reached the level of Mystic Scholar will enter the seedling echelon, preparing to go to the Sacred Land Academy for further study.

     

    These were still far away for Yan Zhen.

     

    Today’s morning class was qi cultivation, so the afternoon class would be practical combat. The practical combat class would be held in the outdoor training ground.

     

    Arriving at the outdoor training ground, the class had not yet begun, and the students were warming up in groups.

     

    Yan Zhen looked around and found that he was the only one without a group, so he had to start warming up alone.

     

    In a corner, Mi Xue’er and Yan Ruyu were in a group, and seeing Yan Zhen, they immediately ran over.

     

    “Yan Zhen. I heard you just had a conflict with the Discipline Instructor?”

     

    “Are you alright, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”

     

    The two girls noticed the tears in his clothes and their expressions became worried.

     

    Yan Zhen shook his head:

    “It’s nothing, just a minor injury, Instructor Yu Xuan has already treated me.”

     

    The two girls heaved a sigh of relief.

     

    “How did you end up against the Discipline Instructor?” Yan Ruyu asked concernedly, “Did something happen?”

     

    Yan Zhen briefly explained the sequence of events.

     

    Mi Xue’er pondered:

    “So it’s because of Meng’er?”

     

    “Don’t tell her, so that girl doesn’t overthink it.”

     

    Yan Zhen said, continuing his warm-up.

     

    The practical combat instructor arrived, and the class began, with pairs going up to the arena to spar, and the instructor providing comments and guidance from below.

     

    Just as Yan Zhen was hesitating about which arena to try, someone immediately came to block him, it was the big brother from Class 1 who had picked on him when he first enrolled.

     

    The leader and three others were all six-star Mystic Scholars, while the rest were five-stars.

     

    Previously, when they had provoked him, Yan Zhen was pulled away by Mi Xue’er and Yan Ruyu before they could fight, and because he had taken a slap from the Blue Guest, these guys had put aside their underestimation of him. Now it was the practical combat class, where they could freely choose opponents, and avoiding the fight would be seen as cowardice, so they wanted to settle the score.

     

    The three came to provoke Yan Zhen, and Yan Zhen accepted the challenge. After some meaningless verbal sparring, they successfully triggered a system task.

     

    [Ding! Key plot event begins]

    [Current plot – Chapter 77: Crushing the Six-Star]

    [Role requirement: Defeat a six-star Mystic Scholar in a crushing manner, then challenge them all together]

    [Completion progress 0%]

     

    “Little Brother Yan Zhen, fight on!” 

    Mi Xue’er cheered enthusiastically from the sidelines, her bright eyes shining, as a reincarnator, she naturally knew how cool Yan Zhen would be in the upcoming battle.

    She was infatuated with Yan Zhen’s physique, and her complete infatuation would begin from this battle.

     

    Yan Ruyu was a bit worried, Yan Zhen had a good chance of winning directly, after all, he had even beaten the seven-star Mystic Scholar Liu Xing, but she knew these guys in the class liked to use tricks and schemes, which could be difficult to guard against in a regulated arena battle.

     

    On the arena, two young men stood facing each other.

    The new disciple taken in by Instructor Yu Xuan, Yan Zhen

    VS

    The strongest senior in Class 1, Wang Dong!

     

    The practical combat instructor was also watching the two with interest, based on the gradually rising Mystic Qi aura, he silently estimated how many rounds the battle could last.

    This was one of his hobbies.

     

    The senior students all understood the instructor’s hobby and quickly asked for his opinion.

     

    The practical combat instructor slowly said:

    “It will show the upper and lower hand in 10 rounds, and the victory will be basically determined in 15 rounds, unless they have some trump cards, but I don’t think they will use them in this kind of situation.”

     

    Then, the battle began.

  • They All Want to Be My Female Lead v2 c32

    Chapter 32 Instructor Yu Xuan’s Healing Methods

     

    Yan Zhen was led by Instructor Yu Xuan to her private office, which was filled with her fragrance.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan gestured for Yan Zhen to sit in her chair, then closed the door and said:

     

    “Take off your pants, I’ll treat the injury on your leg first.”

     

    Yan Zhen’s face flushed red as he politely declined, “It’s just a minor injury, Instructor, you don’t need to bother.”

     

    “The wound still has the residual mystic power of a Mystic Master, if it’s not expelled in time, the injury will continue to worsen until his mystic power dissipates… Do you want to be in pain for several days?”

     

    “I-I can expel it myself.”

     

    “You’re only at the Mystic Scholar realm, expelling a Mystic Master’s mystic power isn’t that easy.”

     

    “Uh.”

     

    Actually, it’s quite easy for him, since he had refined the Gold and Silver Fire, expelling the foreign mystic power from his body would be a breeze. But he couldn’t reveal this, as he didn’t want to expose his trump cards, even though he trusted Instructor Yu Xuan. Keeping a hidden ace is a must-have cultivation for a xianxia protagonist!

     

    “Don’t be shy, hurry and take off your pants.”

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan said as she squatted down in front of Yan Zhen, reaching out to grab his waistband and swiftly undoing it.

     

    At this moment, Instructor Yu Xuan had an undeniable aura about her, vastly different from her usual gentle and charming demeanor, feeling quite refreshing.

     

    So she had this side to her as well, it wasn’t mentioned at all in the plot.

     

    Seeing her nervous expression, Yan Zhen released his grip on his pants, letting Instructor Yu Xuan pull them down. After all, he was still wearing his long-nosed little elephant patterned boxers, so there was nothing too embarrassing.

     

    On the side of his thigh, there was a dark red bruise, very prominent.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan extended her delicate white jade fingers, gently caressing the wound.

     

    “Ah!”

     

    Yan Zhen winced in pain, his body jerking slightly as he let out a cry.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan glanced at him, then circulated the water mystic power within her body, gathering it in her palm and lightly pressing down.

     

    “Endure it, the pain will be gone soon.”

     

    Yan Zhen widened his eyes, managing to hold back a scream, but his expression became rather strange.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan massaged the wound as gently as possible, expelling the residual mystic power belonging to Zhang Wei.

     

    With her five-star Mystic Master cultivation, combined with the properties of water mystic power, it wasn’t too difficult, and she soon cleared it all away.

     

    After a while, the bruising also dissipated, revealing the scraped skin of the wound.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan took out some ointment from her storage ring and applied it with a small wooden stick.

     

    Yan Zhen furrowed his brow, hissing in pain.

     

    Although the bruising had gone, it was still somewhat unbearable.

     

    The two were focused, one on treating and the other on receiving treatment, unaware of the pair of mischievous eyes outside the window, staring at them in shock.

     

    During the lunch break, Yan Meng’er was waiting for her cousin Yan Zhen at the entrance of the junior class, but after waiting for a long time without seeing him, she heard from other classmates that there was some commotion up front, with Instructor Yu Xuan getting angry. When she hurried over, she saw Instructor Yu Xuan leading her cousin Yan Zhen away and they entered the office, locking the door behind them!

     

    When Yan Meng’er peeked through the curtain gap, she was met with this scene: Yan Zhen was without pants, sitting in the instructor’s chair, while Instructor Yu Xuan was squatting down in front of him, her hands seemingly gripping something, and with each of her movements, Yan Zhen kept letting out gasping sounds, as if he was thoroughly enjoying it!

     

    —This was a shocking sight that would haunt Yan Meng’er for a whole year!

     

    Previously, when Yan Meng’er saw her cousin Yan Zhen enter Instructor Yu Xuan’s room and take a long time to come out, she had been a little wary, but never suspected anything. After all, a girl in love would always be a little cautious about the beautiful women around her beloved.

     

    But she never imagined that Yan Zhen and Instructor Yu Xuan had already developed to this extent, and it hadn’t even been ten days since they met!

     

    Just how charming was Instructor Yu Xuan? In just ten days, she had surpassed Yan Meng’er by years!

     

    Yan Meng’er had only just managed to kiss Yan Zhen on the lips, but Instructor Yu Xuan was already at the important parts, and Yan Meng’er hadn’t even specifically touched them yet.

     

    Yan Meng’er felt extremely aggrieved.

     

    Although Instructor Yu Xuan was beautiful, had a great figure, a gentle personality, and could cook delicious meals, while also being an instructor, Yan Meng’er wasn’t lacking either – she had a youthful appearance with a voluptuous figure, her personality had become more obedient, and her cooking skills, while not top-tier, were definitely among the best of her peers, plus she was a blood-related cousin.

     

    How could she be so quickly surpassed in so many ways.

     

    Huangfu Wenqing had beaten her, and now Instructor Yu Xuan had also beaten her, this was just too unfair!

     

    —Her cousin was a big idiot!

     

    Yan Meng’er couldn’t bear to watch anymore, huffing and puffing as she left, tears in her eyes.

     

    Inside the room, Instructor Yu Xuan had finished applying the ointment to Yan Zhen’s leg, then turned her attention to his left ear.

     

    Just a slight graze, but it was swollen quite prominently, as the ear was more delicate and had a higher nerve density, making the pain more intense.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan moved behind Yan Zhen, her fingers just barely touching his ear, causing him to jerk his neck and let out a cry.

     

    “Does it hurt a lot?”

     

    Yan Zhen forced an ugly smile, “Maybe my ears are just more sensitive.”

     

    —I want to skip this!

     

    Wait, if he treated it himself without interacting with others, he should be able to skip this, right?

     

    Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up, “Instructor, maybe I should do it myself, I can endure it better when I’m the one treating it.”

     

    “How will you treat the wound on your leg that’s still visible, and your ear isn’t easy to access either.” Instructor Yu Xuan pouted a little, “Let me help you, I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

     

    “But it still hurts a lot.”

     

    “There’s a different way to make it not hurt.” Instructor Yu Xuan said, her face flushing slightly, “Close your eyes and don’t think too much.”

     

    Yan Zhen was a bit confused, but still did as she said.

     

    Instructor Yu Xuan hesitated briefly, then leaned down, covering Yan Zhen’s eyes with her right hand and supporting his chin with her left. She then slightly parted her vermilion lips and silently enveloped his injured ear.

     

    A gentle flow of water mystic power surged from her mouth, and her nimble pink tongue danced along the contours of his ear, seeping into the wound to expel the foreign mystic power while also dispersing the bruising.

     

    Yan Zhen’s whole body trembled, but after a momentary daze, he understood what Instructor Yu Xuan was doing, and remained seated, daring not to move.

     

    Waves of stinging pain, tingling sensations, and a slippery feeling were transmitted from his ear, causing Yan Zhen’s brain to heat up, his consciousness gradually becoming hazy, as if a soul extractor had been placed over his head.

     

    After a while, Instructor Yu Xuan finally released her mouth, lightly panting as she asked, “Does it still hurt, Yan Zhen?”

     

    Yan Zhen slumped weakly in the chair, a trail of saliva at the corner of his mouth, looking somewhat dazed.

     

    “N-No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

     

    “Is that so?” Instructor Yu Xuan blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze wandering, “It seems there’s still some bruising that hasn’t dissipated, just to be safe, let me clean it up thoroughly.”

     

    “Ah, ah?”

     

    Before Yan Zhen could regain his senses, his injured left ear was once again enveloped by the warm, moist cavity.

     

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 68

    Chapter 68: Karma Bites Back

    As Ye Yu pulled open the curtain, the laughter inside the room abruptly ceased. He stared at the scene before him, his eyes narrowed with jealousy.

    Ye Lingxuan sat gracefully on a plush couch, her beauty as captivating as ever. Beside her, Ye Qian sat demurely, her figure subtly alluring, her bosom more ample than her sister’s despite her younger age.

    The two sisters, their beauty a harmonious blend, were accompanied by a handsome young man.

    Silence descended upon the room as Mu Zhi’an looked up at Ye Yu, sensing his envious gaze. He calmly set down his teacup, feigning ignorance. “Did you invite someone else, Miss Ye?”

    Ye Lingxuan shook her head, smiling politely. “Is there something you need, Brother Ye Yu?”

    He glared at Mu Zhi’an, his voice laced with anger. “Why are you with him?!”

    “Sister Lingxuan and I have never been to an auction before, so we wanted someone to accompany us,” Ye Qian explained softly. “We asked you a few times, Brother Ye Yu, but you were always busy cultivating, so we didn’t want to disturb you.”

    She had indeed invited him before, but he had always declined, claiming he was busy cultivating.

    He had considered accompanying them a waste of time, and their lack of interaction during his “crippled” years, followed by their sudden interest after he regained his talent… it had made him suspicious.

    As for Ye Lingxuan, she was too proud to ask for help. If not for Ye Qian, she wouldn’t have sent that invitation to Mu Zhi’an.

    Ultimately, he didn’t want his cousins to… drift away from him, but he also didn’t want to invest time and effort in their relationship.

    He glared at Mu Zhi’an, who seemed relaxed and at ease, his voice low and menacing. “You shouldn’t be with him! He’s not a good person!”

    Ye Lingxuan frowned, but maintained her composure. “Brother Ye Yu, Young Master Mu is my guest. If you have nothing else to say, please leave.”

    He was her guest. Even if they had a conflict, it was inappropriate to cause a scene in public.

    He frowned. “If you had asked me, I would have made time for you. You’re my cousins. It’s not a waste of time.”

    He had always assumed they would remain within his grasp, but seeing them with Mu Zhi’an sparked a sense of urgency.

    Mu Zhi’an, who had remained silent until now, almost burst out laughing.

    Ye Yu might not be a fool, but his emotional intelligence was lacking.

    Spending time with his cousins was a “waste of time”?

    Even if he thought so, he shouldn’t say it out loud. He wanted their affection, but he didn’t want to invest any effort. Did he think he was the protagonist, destined to be pursued by adoring women?

    And girls like Ye Qian and Ye Lingxuan had countless admirers. If he didn’t step up, someone else would.

    Ye Lingxuan was clearly displeased. “Please leave, Brother Ye Yu. Qian’er is safe with me. And besides, Young Master Mu will escort us back to the Ye Manor later.”

    “Yes, I’ll personally escort them back after the auction,” Mu Zhi’an said, smiling as he ruffled Ye Qian’s hair. “Your carriage is still waiting outside. It’s a bit small, but you two are both petite. It shouldn’t be too cramped.”

    His words struck a nerve, and Ye Yu imagined them squeezed together in the carriage. His anger intensified.

    “One thousand seven hundred Spirit Stones! Are there any higher bids?” Feiying’s voice echoed from the stage.

    After a few more bids, the price of the Dragon Soaring Tendril had reached one thousand seven hundred Spirit Stones.

    The announcement snapped Ye Yu out of his jealous rage.

    He had almost forgotten why he had come here.

    The Dragon Soaring Tendril, it was more important than anything else. No matter how lecherous Mu Zhi’an was, he wouldn’t dare touch his cousins.

    He had to acquire that herb.

    That fool doesn’t even know its true value. He looked at Ye Lingxuan. “Lingxuan, do you have any extra Spirit Stones?”

    She frowned, glancing at Mu Zhi’an.

    She knew he also wanted the herb. If she lent Ye Yu money.

    He noticed her hesitation, then glared at Mu Zhi’an. “It was you, wasn’t it? You were the one bidding against me!”

    Mu Zhi’an smiled. “I’m also interested in that herb.”

    Ye Yu’s expression turned icy.

    Interested? He was clearly targeting him!

    But there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t match Mu Zhi’an’s wealth.

    But even so, he would make him pay.

    He looked at Ye Lingxuan again. “Lingxuan, please… can you lend me some Spirit Stones?”

    She frowned.

    His request put her in a difficult position.

    Lending him money would be a direct challenge to Mu Zhi’an. But refusing also felt wrong. They had grown up together.

    A wiser person wouldn’t have asked.

    But Ye Yu, blinded by jealousy, his pride wounded by Mu Zhi’an’s repeated victories, seeing his cousins with him… he wasn’t thinking clearly.

    She felt a warm hand gently clasp hers beneath the table. Her heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Mu Zhi’an, her eyes flashing with annoyance.

    He met her gaze, nodding almost imperceptibly.

    He wants me to lend him the money. She stared at him, surprised, then, after a moment of hesitation, retrieved a small box from her storage ring and offered it to Ye Yu.

    “I have two thousand Spirit Stones here. You’re welcome to borrow them, Brother Ye Yu,” she said, her voice cool and distant.

    Ye Yu’s frown softened, and he glanced at Mu Zhi’an, hoping to see a flicker of anger, a loss of control.

    But Mu Zhi’an remained calm, sipping his tea leisurely, seemingly unconcerned.

    Trying to impress them with your wealth? They’re not interested in money. He chuckled inwardly, accepting the box. “Thank you, Lingxuan. I’ll repay you when we return to the Ye Manor.”

    He knew Mu Zhi’an would continue to bid against him. He was borrowing the money to make him pay, and to send a message: I’m the one they truly care about.

    Between him and Mu Zhi’an, Ye Lingxuan and Ye Qian would choose him.

    It was a petty attempt to wound his pride.

    He returned to his seat and raised his voice. “Two thousand three hundred Spirit Stones!”

    As expected, the servant beside Huang Manting bid again. “Two thousand four hundred Spirit Stones.”

    He smirked, deciding not to raise the bid any further.

    Ye Lingxuan turned to Mu Zhi’an, her eyes filled with apology. “I’m sorry. I made you spend almost two thousand extra Spirit Stones.”

    She had simply wanted to acquire some Luminous Soil and enjoy the auction. She hadn’t expected to cause such trouble for their companion.

    Ye Qian also looked at him apologetically.

    He set down his cup, shaking his head. “I told you, my issues with Ye Yu have nothing to do with you. Don’t worry about it.”

    “I’ll repay you when we return,” Ye Lingxuan insisted.

    She was intelligent. She knew he had taken the loss for them.

    “If spending two thousand Spirit Stones can bring you two closer, it’s worth it,” he replied with a smile.

    He had seemingly lost two thousand Spirit Stones, but… it wasn’t a loss at all.

    He glanced at Ye Lingxuan, then at Ye Qian, who seemed a bit downcast, and smiled.

    He poured them each a cup of tea. “Don’t be so gloomy. If one thing can upset you, why can’t another thing cheer you up?”

    Ye Lingxuan’s expression softened.

    He was right. While lending Ye Yu money had been frustrating…

    But someone had taken the loss for her, willingly becoming the “fool”. His kindness, subtle yet undeniable, warmed her heart.

    She would repay him later.

    Two thousand Spirit Stones was nothing to her.

    Ye Qian felt a hand gently touch hers beneath the table. Her heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at Mu Zhi’an, his profile handsome, his nose straight, his aura as comforting as a neighbor’s older brother.

    She blushed, glancing nervously at her sister, but didn’t pull away.

    As he had initially assessed, she was a naive and innocent girl, easily swayed by charm and kindness.

    Meanwhile, the Dragon Soaring Tendril was sold to Mu Zhi’an for two thousand four hundred Spirit Stones.

    Ye Yu looked up at the private room, a smirk on his lips. “Two thousand four hundred Spirit Stones for a useless trinket… how extravagant, Young Master Mu.”

    Mu Zhi’an, who was currently enjoying the feel of Ye Qian’s soft hand, chuckled inwardly.

    That fool thinks he’s won, but his house has been robbed.

    Then, realization dawned on him, and his smile vanished.

    Oh shit. I forgot…

    Normally, this would have been a complete victory.

    However—

    He heard a curtain being pulled open, footsteps approaching. A cold dread washed over him.

    Ye Yu had won this round.

    His presence at the auction house with the Ye sisters… it was about to be exposed.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 67-p2

    Chapter 67 – p2

    …

    Mu Zhi’an sipped his tea leisurely, a smirk on his lips as he heard the silence below.

    He had spent almost half the hundred thousand Spirit Stones he had acquired from Master Huang, but he still had fifty thousand left. It was a small fortune.

    He didn’t know what that root was for, but if Ye Yu wanted it… he would bid against him.

    The Chosen One was a fat sheep, ripe for the shearing.

    He took another sip of tea, offered by the servant beside him.

    “One thousand Spirit Stones,” a clear, sweet voice called out.

    He looked towards the source of the bid.

    That voice… it was Ye Lingxuan!

    She’s standing up for him? He felt a pang of jealousy.

    Then, a thought occurred to him. If I bid against her, would she back down?

    However, he couldn’t risk revealing his presence.

    “Keep bidding. No matter what price they offer, keep raising it,” he instructed the servant.

    He set down his cup and left the room.

    “One thousand one hundred Spirit Stones.”

    “One thousand two hundred.”

    The servant continued to bid, and Ye Lingxuan’s voice echoed from the other room.

    Mu Zhi’an’s eyes narrowed. He spotted the room in a secluded corner. “There she is”

    He quickened his pace, heading towards the Ye sisters’ private room.

    …

    Ye Qian sat quietly, her youthful beauty as radiant as ever, her arm linked with Ye Lingxuan’s.

    “Sister, why are you bidding on that thing?” she asked softly.

    “For Brother Ye Yu?”

    Ye Lingxuan glanced at her. “He’s still a member of the Ye family. We might not have been close these past few years, but if he wants it, I’ll get it for him. It’s better to give it to family than to a stranger.”

    She would be leaving Tianxuan City soon. After that, she wouldn’t have much contact with him. This would be her farewell gift.

    Ye Qian nodded silently.

    Then, she murmured, “I wonder where Brother Mu went. He promised to meet us here.”

    Ye Lingxuan scoffed. “I knew he wasn’t a good person. How could you expect him to keep his promise?”

    Ye Qian looked at her, her brow furrowing slightly. “Then why did you dress up this morning?”

    Ye Lingxuan chuckled. “Qian’er, wouldn’t you dress up for such an important occasion?”

    She tapped Ye Qian’s lips playfully. “You, on the other hand, usually prefer a simple style, but today you’re even more elegant than I am.”

    “Are you trying to impress Mu Zhi’an?” she asked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

    Ye Qian blushed, her gaze downcast. “What are you talking about, Sister? I dressed up for the same reason as you… because it’s an auction.”

    Ye Lingxuan, seeing through her friend’s denial, took a sip of tea, then continued, “Whatever your reasons, that Mu Zhi’an, he’s not a good person. He promised to meet us, yet he’s nowhere to be found.”

    “He’s probably… entertaining another woman.”

    Ye Qian’s face fell, but she didn’t argue.

    He had broken his promise. Perhaps her sister was right.

    “One thousand three hundred Spirit Stones,” a voice called out from a nearby room.

    The price was far beyond what most young cultivators were willing to pay. It wasn’t that they lacked the funds, but spending so much on a withered root wasn’t worth it.

    “One thousand five hundred.”

    Ye Lingxuan frowned, her competitive spirit ignited.

    Ye Qian placed her hand on her friend’s arm, her voice soothing. “Sister, calm down. It’s not worth it. It’s just a useless herb.”

    Helping Ye Yu out of past affection was one thing, but wasting so many Spirit Stones.

    “I want to see how far they’re willing to go,” Ye Lingxuan said, her voice cold.

    She was clearly annoyed, unwilling to back down.

    She was about to bid again when the curtain to their room was suddenly pulled open.

    They looked up to see a handsome young man standing there, a sheepish smile on his face.

    “Sorry I’m late.”

    Ye Lingxuan blinked, then her expression turned cold. “Young Master Mu, I thought you weren’t coming.”

    “I couldn’t find you. If I hadn’t heard your bids, I probably would have searched all night,” he replied with a chuckle.

    He paused, then added, “If I hadn’t arrived, you two would have driven the price up to ten thousand.”

    “Even I would feel the pinch at that price.”

    They exchanged glances, their eyes wide with surprise.

    The one bidding against them… it was the Mu family’s young master?

    …

    Ye Yu stared at Feiying on stage, his heart pounding with anxiety.

    “Strange, why did Qian’er stop bidding? Does she not have enough Spirit Stones?”

    He couldn’t allow that Dragon Soaring Tendril to fall into someone else’s hands. It would be a waste. Only those with exceptional alchemical talent could nurture it. In anyone else’s hands, it would remain useless.

    He had to acquire it. It would be a valuable asset in the future. He hurried towards a private room on the second floor, his gaze fixed on the withered root.

    “This must be it… I heard Lingxuan’s voice coming from here.”

    He reached for the curtain, about to enter.

    “Qian’er, I told you I was searching for you. Don’t you believe me?” a familiar voice echoed from within.

    “You smell like another woman’s lipstick, Young Master Mu. Were you entertaining someone at a pleasure house?” Ye Lingxuan’s voice was cool and clear.

    “That’s your lipstick. Smell it.”

    “Behave yourself, Young Master Mu!” she scolded, but her tone was playful, not angry.

    Ye Yu’s heart sank as he heard their laughter. He pulled open the curtain.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 67 p1

    Chapter 67: The Ye Sisters Have Been Stolen

    While Mu Zhi’an was still contemplating making a discreet exit, the auction commenced.

    A voluptuous woman in a black cheongsam, her eyes sparkling with charm, walked onto the stage, surveyed the crowd, and delivered the opening remarks.

    She’s like a modern-day hostess… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, observing Feiying from his private room on the second floor.

    He scanned the rows of seats below, each separated by a respectful distance, searching for Ye Lingxuan.

    It seems I’ve been stood up. Or perhaps she’s in another private room?

    But if she was in a private room, it would be difficult to find her. He couldn’t just go around knocking on every door, could he?

    It would be inefficient and risky.

    He had told Lan Mulian that he was busy today. If she saw him here, it would be awkward.

    “Miss Huang, do you know who’s occupying those private rooms?” he asked.

    She glanced at him, her voice indifferent. “The servants handle those matters. I don’t concern myself with such details.”

    Seeing his lack of interest, she continued, “However, I can have someone prepare a list for you. But first, tell me what you’re planning.”

    “I’m looking for someone,” he replied.

    “Who?”

    “You’re asking too many questions, Miss Huang. We’re not that close,” he said with a smile.

    She scoffed. “Then you’ll have to figure it out yourself, Young Master Mu. Go ahead, knock on every door. You might find them… after the auction is over.”

    He chuckled. “Helping those in need can brighten your day, Miss Huang.”

    She raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “If it were a friend asking for help, I would oblige. But we’re not that close, are we?”

    She paused, then added playfully, her feet swinging gently, “However, if you were to kneel down and clean my toes… I might reconsider.”

    She arched her foot, the curve of her instep alluring, her long legs flawless beneath her black dress.

    He glanced at her, noticing her teasing smile. “You’re agitated.”

    It was clear that she was annoyed, her composure slipping.

    Normally, she wouldn’t make such a request in public.

    As they chatted, various items were presented on stage, sold at exorbitant prices, fueled by Feiying’s charm and persuasive skills.

    Some items weren’t worth their price, but her influence… it made a difference.

    “The next item is… unique. It’s said to be a medicinal herb from a thousand years ago. Only a small portion of its root remains, but… if one could acquire Rebirth Water, it might be possible to restore its potency.”

    “The starting bid is one hundred Spirit Stones.”

    The crowd’s interest waned.

    At the Morning Glory Auction House, there was an unspoken rule: worthless items, or items of unknown value, started at one hundred Spirit Stones.

    They had auctioned countless similar items in the past, most of them useless, worse than garbage.

    If every “ancient treasure” turned out to be genuine, the cultivators would have snatched them up, leaving nothing for the “protagonist.”

    But after being fooled so many times, they were wary of such items.

    One hundred Spirit Stones wasn’t much, but Mu Zhi’an wasn’t interested in being a fool.

    Even if the herb was genuine, the Rebirth Water required to restore it… it was probably more valuable than the herb itself.

    Rebirth Water was found in a forbidden zone in the Eastern Region. Most cultivators who entered never returned.

    There had been a few lucky survivors who managed to bring back Rebirth Water, only to die mysteriously soon after selling it.

    The forbidden zone was cursed. No one had ever escaped its influence.

    The crowd shuddered at the mention of Rebirth Water, their interest in the herb vanishing.

    Feiying, observing their lack of enthusiasm, wasn’t surprised.

    She smiled. “I’ll count down from three. If there are no bids, this item will be passed.”

    “Three.”

    “One hundred and ten Spirit Stones.”

    A calm voice echoed through the auction house, and all eyes turned towards the speaker.

    It was Ye Yu from the Ye family!

    Mu Zhi’an also looked at him.

    He’s here too? I didn’t notice him earlier

    And judging by his aura, he’s reached Foundation Establishment?

    Now this is interesting.

    He wouldn’t bid on that withered root for no reason… The old man in his body must have told him something.

    Huang Manting also glanced at him.

    She had been planning to recruit him before the entrance exams.

    To reach Foundation Establishment in just a few months… he was a valuable asset.

    However, he and Mu Zhi’an were rivals. If she recruited him, she would have to distance herself from Mu Zhi’an.

    If not for their recent encounter, she would have already made her move.

    But after being outsmarted by him, she had reconsidered.

    It wasn’t just his intelligence. She enjoyed the thrill of conquest. The more indifferent he was, the more she desired him.

    Countless men had tried to play hard to get, only to fall at her feet.

    Those men… she wouldn’t even let them lick her toes.

    She wanted someone who was truly uninterested in her, someone she could break, someone who would worship her, a slave at her feet.

    The lover of Tianxuan City’s most beautiful woman, secretly her servant, kneeling beside her bed, pleasing her every whim… the thought was intoxicating.

    It seemed like a difficult task.

    But that was what made it exciting.

    “Bid one hundred and twenty Spirit Stones,” Mu Zhi’an instructed the servant beside him.

    The servant glanced at Huang Manting, hesitant.

    “Hurry up!” Mu Zhi’an said, slapping her backside playfully.

    She looked at her mistress, her eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and… something else.

    “Do as he says,” Huang Manting replied lazily.

    If she refused such a small request, he might leave. And that wouldn’t be good for her plans.

    Meanwhile, the other cultivators in the auction house were watching Ye Yu, their eyes filled with mockery.

    Why was that Ye family genius so obsessed with useless junk?

    First the bronze fragment, and now this withered root.

    Ye Yu ignored their stares, his gaze fixed on the woman on stage, his heart pounding with anticipation.

    According to the old man in his body, this root was indeed an ancient herb from a thousand years ago, called the Dragon Soaring Tendril. While Feiying claimed it required Rebirth Water to be restored, it wasn’t true.

    Those with alchemical talent possessed an innate affinity for plants. Simply carrying the Dragon Soaring Tendril would gradually restore it, though it would take centuries, even millennia.

    However, there was a pill that could accelerate the process. In other words, if he acquired this tendril and refined the appropriate pill, he could restore it much faster.

    These fools didn’t understand its true value.

    He chuckled inwardly, keeping his knowledge a secret.

    To acquire such a treasure at such a low price was a steal.

    “One hundred and twenty Spirit Stones,” a clear, feminine voice called out from a private room.

    He narrowed his eyes, glancing up at the second floor.

    Judging by the bid, they were just trying to stir up trouble. He raised his voice. “One hundred and thirty.”

    “One hundred and forty Spirit Stones.”

    His smile vanished. They were clearly targeting him.

    “Two hundred Spirit Stones!” he exclaimed.

    “Two hundred and ten.”

    The crowd murmured, their curiosity piqued. They stared at the private room, wondering who was inside.

    They weren’t truly interested in the withered root. They were simply trying to annoy Ye Yu.

    He frowned, his voice strained. “Three hundred Spirit Stones!”

    It was his limit. He had also brought some pills he had refined to sell, but they hadn’t been auctioned yet. He didn’t have enough Spirit Stones.

    Why is someone always trying to obstruct me? He clenched his fists, his anger burning.

    The last time, it was Mu Zhi’an who had acquired the bronze fragment. His master had later told him that Bai Ruoxi’s sword was probably formed from that fragment.

    He hadn’t expected to be pushed to such a desperate situation.

    He knew this herb was valuable, that no one else recognized its true worth, yet someone was bidding against him.

    If not for Mu Zhi’an, he would be the invincible one.

    He looked up at the private room, his eyes narrowed. Could it be Mu Zhi’an again?

    His hatred for Mu Zhi’an intensified.

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 66

    Chapter 66: I Just Want to Be a Good Person

    After delivering a portion of Luminous Soil to Lan Mulian, Mu Zhi’an rode the carriage back to the Mu Manor.

    His senior sister disliked crowded places, and auctions weren’t her cup of tea. She had only considered attending for the Luminous Soil.

    Now that she had it, there was no need for her to go.

    Instead of taking her to a bustling auction house, it would be better to find a quiet and secluded spot for their next outing.

    As for Ye Lingxuan… he hadn’t visited the Ye Manor.

    He had been looking for an opportunity to interact with her, and this was it.

    He would meet with Huang Manting, then approach the Ye sisters, testing the waters, seeing what secrets Ye Lingxuan might be hiding.

    Lost in thought, he arrived at the Mu Manor.

    As he entered the courtyard, he saw the servant who had annoyed him twice already that day.

    The servant, noticing him, bowed respectfully. “Young Master.”

    Mu Zhi’an nodded, glancing at him. “Have you realized your mistake?”

    The servant, confused and slightly indignant, replied, “What mistake, Young Master?”

    “All servants of the Mu Manor enter the courtyard with their right foot first. You stepped in with your left,” Mu Zhi’an said seriously.

    The servant was bewildered. Since when was that a rule?

    “Reflect on your actions.”

    Mu Zhi’an walked past him, ignoring his puzzled expression, and headed towards Bai Ruoxi’s room.

    The servant scratched his head, watching him go, still confused.

    Another servant approached him, whispering, “He’s telling you to be more observant, to understand the situation and act accordingly.”

    Servants weren’t just there to complete tasks. They also had to be aware of the atmosphere, the unspoken rules.

    Mu Zhi’an was already quite lenient. In other families, like the Gongsun family or the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, such a mistake would have resulted in immediate dismissal.

    Realization dawned on the servant, and he looked at Mu Zhi’an with gratitude.

    He was the young master. He didn’t have to offer such guidance.

    “He’s changed a lot, hasn’t he? He used to frequent brothels and pleasure houses, but he hasn’t gone in a while,” the servant murmured.

    “With Miss Bai staying at the manor, there’s no need for such places,” the other replied.

    “But he went to the Rising Phoenix Inn this afternoon,” the first servant whispered.

    “The Two Polarities Sect examiner is staying there.”

    “Shh, don’t gossip. It’s none of our business,” the other warned.

    They exchanged glances, then fell silent.

    It was unwise to discuss their master’s private affairs.

    Especially such sensitive matters.

    …

    Mu Zhi’an quietly entered Bai Ruoxi’s room and saw her, sitting on the bed, meditating.

    She sat with impeccable posture, her long hair cascading down her back, her delicate collarbone visible beneath her robe, her ample bosom straining against the thin fabric.

    She’s eager to reach the peak of Foundation Establishment, to ensure she passes the entrance exams… he thought to himself, admiring her alluring figure.

    She was worrying too much. With her current strength, she was unrivaled among her peers.

    Seeing that she was still meditating, he didn’t disturb her. He sat down beside her, closing his eyes.

    At his current rate, he might even break through to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment in the next few days.

    Time flew by, and soon, the day of the auction arrived.

    He dressed carefully, adjusting his robes in front of the mirror.

    He looked slightly tired.

    It was understandable. As an Inborn Celestial Vessel, he had been contributing to Bai Ruoxi’s cultivation progress almost every night.

    The process was exhausting, both physically and mentally.

    He glanced at her. She was lying in bed, her shoulders bare beneath the thin blanket, her breathing slow and even.

    She had clearly exhausted herself with her cultivation.

    He smiled, then left the room.

    As the door closed, her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

    …

    Morning Glory Auction House.

    Mu Zhi’an arrived at a luxuriously decorated private room on the second floor, where Huang Manting awaited him.

    She leaned back in her chair, her long hair cascading down her back, her legs crossed, her black dress accentuating her pale skin, her toes playing with her shoe. “You’re early, Young Master Mu~ A whole fifteen minutes early.”

    He sat down, guided by a servant, smiling politely. “I always prefer to arrive early for appointments.”

    She smiled, her lips a vibrant red. “It seems we’re alike in that regard.”

    He took a sip of tea, glancing at the guests arriving below. “Since the auction hasn’t started yet, why don’t we get straight to the point, Miss Huang? I have other engagements later.”

    She tapped her finger against the armrest, taking a sip of tea, then sighed dramatically. “You truly had me fooled, Young Master Mu.”

    “Don’t you have anything to say about your deception?”

    He pondered for a moment, then smiled. “Thank you for your assistance, Miss Huang. My family is quite pleased with those three market districts.”

    The Mu family was indeed satisfied. While those districts weren’t in prime locations, they still generated a significant income.

    Her smile faltered, and she stared at him, her voice cold. “So you came to me for those market districts?”

    He took another sip of tea. “I also wanted to answer your questions, Miss Huang. Instead of wasting time on an investigation, I decided to be transparent.”

    She stared at him, her eyes narrowing.

    Realization dawned on her, a mixture of anger and apprehension swirling within her.

    The Mu family’s young master, a wastrel obsessed with women… that was the rumor. She had met him a few times, and he had seemed foolish.

    But what if… it was all an act?

    He had visited her that day for three reasons: to acquire the market districts, to warn her against investigating him, and to exact revenge for her actions.

    And he had taken advantage of her!

    She had thought she was the one teasing him, but it was the other way around!

    She felt a surge of anger, her voice laced with venom. “You’re quite the schemer, Young Master Mu.”

    “I was simply being helpful, Miss Huang. You wanted to satisfy your curiosity, and I obliged. Isn’t that enough?”

    He set down his cup, his expression innocent. “I just want to be a good person. But does that mean… I deserve to be taken advantage of?”

    “If my spies hadn’t discovered your investigation, would you have uncovered my deepest secrets?”

    She had no response.

    She had been in the wrong. His actions were simply retaliation.

    The auction house was filling up, the murmur of voices rising from below.

    A tense silence filled the room.

    Finally, she smiled again, her charm returning. “You’re right, Young Master Mu. I apologize for investigating you. Let me offer you a toast.”

    He raised an eyebrow. “With tea?”

    She chuckled. “I’ll treat you to some wine at our Chamber of Commerce another time.”

    “I’ve heard my father has a fine collection. I’m looking forward to it,” he replied with a smile.

    The tension dissipated, replaced by a seemingly amicable atmosphere.

    “However, there’s something that troubles me,” she said, sighing dramatically. “Am I truly worth less than three market districts to you, Young Master Mu?”

    Her words were accusatory, but her tone was soft, almost coquettish.

    He looked at her, her eyes shimmering with feigned tears, her makeup accentuating her beauty. She was indeed alluring.

    He smiled gently. “Three market districts can’t compare to you, Miss Huang.”

    “Then why did you use me?” she asked, her voice still soft, but a dangerous edge crept into her tone.

    He set down his cup, sighing. “You wanted me to be your Dao Companion, didn’t you?”

    “No,” he corrected himself, shaking his head. “Knowing your personality, Miss Huang, if I were with you, I would be your servant.”

    “But you want the horse to run without feeding it. So tell me… between distant grass and readily available market districts, which is more appealing?”

    She narrowed her eyes, her delicate fingers trailing across his hand, her nails sending shivers down his spine.

    “So, if I offered you sufficient compensation, you would choose me over Miss Bai~?”

    He withdrew his hand, smiling. “Of course. With your charm, Miss Huang, if you offered me something irresistible. I would know what to do.”

    She struggled to maintain her smile, remembering his awkwardness, his blushing like a virgin. He must have been mocking her all along.

    She tapped her foot, then placed her hand on his again, her voice soft. “I wonder, would Miss Bai be upset if she knew we were so intimate in this private room?”

    “I doubt it. She’s confident in her beauty,” he replied with a chuckle.

    Normally, he might have entertained her flirtation.

    But after spending so much time with Bai Ruoxi, his worldly desires had waned.

    And besides, Bai Ruoxi was her equal in terms of family background and surpassed her in beauty and other areas. And her aloof yet delicate aura, it was irresistible. The choice was obvious.

    She glanced at the auction below, then changed the subject. “What are your plans once you join the Two Polarities Sect, Young Master Mu?”

    “What plans? I’ll just do what I do. Unless you’re planning to establish your own sect within the Two Polarities Sect?” he joked.

    She shook her head. “Once we join the sect, our status in Tianxuan City will be irrelevant. I was thinking we could help each other.”

    He chuckled. “I’m just a lowly cultivator. What could I possibly offer you?”

    “Help me when you can. And when you can’t…”

    She paused, taking a sip of tea, then looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. “You can help me in other ways.”

    *Thud.*

    Her shoe slipped from her foot, the sound echoing through the room, adding to the charged atmosphere.

    She looked down at her foot, her voice soft. “I wouldn’t ask you to leave Miss Bai. Just spend some time with me occasionally”

    He stared at her, her beauty alluring, then spoke after a moment of silence. “That’s a tempting offer, Miss Huang.”

    She smiled, her gaze fixed on him. “So you accept?”

    She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

    No man could resist such an offer from a beautiful woman.

    And this was just the first step.

    She would start by claiming she had no intention of breaking them up, but eventually he would become addicted to the thrill of their secret encounters, until he was completely under her control.

    She understood men.

    He nodded slowly.

    Before her smile could fully bloom, he continued, “I refuse.”

    Her smile froze, and he drained his cup, rising to his feet.

    Her eyes flashed with anger, but she suppressed it, trying to salvage the situation. “The auction is about to begin, Young Master Mu. Won’t you stay?”

    “I have another appointment. I shouldn’t take up any more of your time,” he replied with a smile.

    He left the room, her gaze following him, a mixture of anger and something else swirling within her.

    A woman like her, if he had accepted her offer, he might have gained some short-term benefits.

    But to truly conquer her, it would come at a steep price.

    And besides, Miss Huang’s lipstick couldn’t compare to Bai Ruoxi’s.

    He stood in the corridor, scanning the crowd below, searching for the Ye sisters.

    But he couldn’t find them.

    “Strange, haven’t they arrived yet?”

    Or were they in another private room?

    He was about to investigate when he noticed a familiar figure standing near a nearby room.

    She wore a moon-white robe, her face veiled, her eyes as cold and clear as ice.

    Lan Mulian.

    What the hell is she doing here?!

    She disliked crowds, why was she…?

    He froze, then, after a moment of hesitation, turned to leave.

    But as he turned, he saw another familiar figure.

    Bai Ruoxi, dressed in a plain white dress, her aura delicate and alluring, was chatting with Wei Mengrou. They were scanning the crowd, seemingly searching for someone.

    “….”

    He stood there, speechless, then turned and hurried back into the private room.

    Huang Manting looked up at him, her expression cold.

    “I’m back, Miss Huang,” he said, smiling awkwardly, then sat down.

    “Weren’t you leaving, Young Master Mu? Have you changed your mind?” she asked, her voice icy.

    “Something came up”

    He was lost in thought, a sense of dread creeping into his heart.

    He had lost control of the situation.

    Huang Manting, regaining her composure, watched him, a knowing smile on her lips.

    Something was wrong.

    He had been about to leave, then suddenly changed his mind. What could possibly frighten the Mu family’s young master?

     

     

  • It turns out, they are the protagonists 65

    Chapter 65: Oh, You Naive Man

    The problem wasn’t the women themselves, but the Luminous Soil that could preserve their snow lotuses.

    They weren’t interested in the auction for novelty’s sake. They simply wanted the soil.

    Imagine Young Master Mu, going above and beyond for his beloveds, negotiating with the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce to acquire three portions of Luminous Soil… How touching, right?

    Wei Mengrou, observing Mu Zhi’an’s confident smile, raised an eyebrow.

    After a moment of silence, she seemed to understand his plan. “You’re going to… intercept that batch of Luminous Soil?”

    He shook his head. “That would be too obvious. But acquiring three portions beforehand… it’s not a problem.”

    She glared at him, her voice laced with disdain. “If they come after you, don’t expect me to save you.”

    He chuckled. “Don’t be so cruel, Mengrou. My mother entrusted you with my safety.”

    She rolled her eyes. “She asked me to protect you… not to clean up your messes.”

    “Bai Ruoxi’s cultivation is progressing rapidly. In a few months, she’ll reach Core Formation. Even I might not be able to protect you then.”

    He frowned. “Even with her talent, it will take her months to reach Core Formation?”

    She nodded. “The gap between peak Foundation Establishment and Core Formation… it’s a difficult chasm to cross. Some cultivators spend years in seclusion, trying to break through. It’s not just about talent, but also comprehension. A few months is considered fast.”

    “How long did it take you to reach Core Formation, Mengrou?” he asked.

    “Half a month,” she replied nonchalantly.

    She paused, then added, “I was simply lucky. I witnessed a battle between two Core Formation demonic beasts in a forest. It sparked a… realization. Otherwise, it would have taken me months.”

    A lucky encounter… leading to a breakthrough… Are you a Chosen One as well?

    “That’s a testament to your talent and hard work. Heaven rewards diligence,” he said, casting another bait.

    She didn’t take it, her expression unchanging. She glanced at him, then left the courtyard.

    He was indeed clever, his plans always meticulous.

    However, human emotions… they weren’t so easily controlled.

    Especially a woman’s heart.

    She understood, but she wouldn’t say anything.

    She was secretly hoping he would fail.

    As for the reason… she simply found him… annoying.

    He was used to her indifference. He smiled, watching her go.

    I’ll visit the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce tomorrow… He thought to himself, feeling the cool night breeze on his face. He left the courtyard and quietly entered Bai Ruoxi’s room.

    She was sitting on the bed, her eyes closed, her aura serene.

    The room was filled with refined spiritual energy.

    I hope she doesn’t reach Core Formation before I reach the fourth level of Foundation Establishment… he thought to himself, admiring her beauty.

    There was nothing he could do about his cultivation speed. He was a supporting character, after all, destined to be defeated by the protagonist at the beginning of the story.

    He had decent talent, but he had wasted too much time in the past. He couldn’t catch up overnight.

    He had to be patient.

    Unless… he encountered a lucky opportunity, like Ye Yu.

    Well… technically, he had encountered such opportunities.

    The bronze fragment, the Heavenly Dao Aura… he had fought for them… but he couldn’t use them himself.

    But it was alright. Bai Ruoxi was benefiting from them.

    She was a kind and obedient girl. If she reached Core Formation, or even Nascent Soul… it wouldn’t be a waste.

    Soul Transformation and Dao Integration… those were too far off. As long as she reached Nascent Soul, she could dominate this world.

    He closed his eyes, focusing on his own cultivation.

    While his progress wasn’t as dramatic as hers, being near her still accelerated his cultivation significantly.

    He was content. He was just a supporting character, a minor antagonist. He couldn’t expect to have Ye Yu’s talent.

    Ye Yu simply had to cultivate diligently to become stronger. He was the Chosen One.

    But Mu Zhi’an had to be more resourceful, more cunning. He had to exploit Ye Yu, the proverbial fat sheep.

    The Chosen One… he had so much to offer.

    Even if he couldn’t use those treasures himself, he could give them to those around him.

    …

    The next morning…

    Bai Ruoxi stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips.

    She opened her eyes, her long lashes fluttering. She had meditated all night, but instead of feeling tired, she was invigorated.

    She could sense it… she was on the verge of Core Formation!

    She was still at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, but she had a glimmer of understanding, a glimpse into the next realm.

    Once she reached the peak, her breakthrough would be swift.

    This wasn’t simply the Heavenly Dao Aura’s influence. It was her own talent and comprehension.

    She was overjoyed. She stretched, her toes touching the cold floor, then noticed Mu Zhi’an sitting at the foot of the bed, meditating.

    Her gaze lingered on his handsome face.

    It wasn’t just men who appreciated beauty. Women were also drawn to handsome men. Of course, for men, being clean and well-mannered, with a good personality, was often enough to win a woman’s heart, even if they weren’t conventionally attractive.

    But Mu Zhi’an was both handsome and charming. It was no wonder women were drawn to him.

    As she stepped out of bed, he opened his eyes, smiling. “Good morning, Ruoxi.”

    She blushed, her voice soft. “Good morning, Young Master Mu.”

    “You should call me something else now,” he said, taking her hand.

    She blushed even deeper, her gaze downcast, her voice barely a whisper. “Good morning… Mu Lang…”

    That’s better… He smiled, pleased. “How was your cultivation last night?”

    She hesitated. “It was… alright…”

    Her eyes sparkled, and she was about to tell him about her progress, about her glimpse into Core Formation, when he interrupted her, his voice soothing.

    “Don’t worry. Take your time. Mengrou told me that reaching Core Formation requires time and understanding. You’re still at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. There’s no need to rush.”

    He knew she was talented, but he was worried she would become obsessed with a quick breakthrough. Core Formation wasn’t just about talent. It required comprehension.

    But I already have a glimmer of understanding… She wanted to tell him, but looking at his handsome face, his concerned expression, she held back.

    He was right. She had the Heavenly Dao Aura, yet her progress was still slow. It was nothing to brag about.

    She would surprise him once she reached Core Formation.

    “Are you going out today?” she asked suddenly.

    He nodded, smiling. “I’m going to get you a gift.”

    “A gift?” she echoed, tilting her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. “What kind of gift?”

    He chuckled, keeping her in suspense. “I’ll tell you later.”

    “Tell me now~” she insisted, her usual aloofness replaced by a playful pout.

    She wasn’t aware of how alluring she was, her gaze fixed on him expectantly.

    He stroked her cheek, his voice soft. “Give me a kiss, and I’ll tell you.”

    “What are you saying…?” she whispered, blushing.

    She might be as strong as a Core Formation cultivator, but when it came to romance… she was at the Qi Condensation level.

    He admired her beauty, her delicate features, her rosy lips.

    A woman like her… aloof and delicate, yet inherently alluring… her shyness was captivating.

    He leaned in, kissing her cheek, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What if someone saw us? Would they think I’m… forcing myself on you?”

    She blushed even deeper, trying to change the subject. “Will you tell me about the gift now?”

    He chuckled, shaking his head. “That doesn’t count. I said *you* kiss *me*, not the other way around.”

    She glared at him, pushing him away playfully. “Fine, keep your secrets. Go away. I need to meditate.”

    “You’re so diligent. You deserve a reward.” He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.

    “What kind of reward is this?” she protested weakly, squirming in his embrace, her voice a soft murmur.

    They spent a while… enjoying each other’s company, then he reluctantly left the room.

    He had to visit the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, to… acquire some Luminous Soil through… unconventional means.

    It wouldn’t be a problem. Everyone in Tianxuan City would do him a favor… especially for a price.

    …

    Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce.

    Feiying sat gracefully, her legs crossed, her figure accentuated by her tight-fitting cheongsam, her long legs smooth and flawless.

    She sipped her tea leisurely.

    A servant entered the room, his voice low. “Miss Feiying, the Mu family’s young master is here to see you.”

    “Mu Zhi’an?”

    She frowned, then smiled, her charm captivating. “Bring him in.”

    She had some free time this morning. It would be a good way to… entertain herself.

    Moments later, Mu Zhi’an entered the room, escorted by the servant.

    She was wearing a black cheongsam with delicate plum blossom embroidery, the skirt reaching her thighs, the dark fabric contrasting beautifully with her pale skin.

    “You’re even more beautiful today, Feiying,” he said, his gaze sweeping over her appreciatively.

    She chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “You’re quite the charmer.”

    He smiled. “I’m simply stating the truth.”

    She poured him a cup of tea, then, after he sat down, leaned forward, her chin resting on her hand, her gaze intent. “You never visit me… unless you need something.”

    “I wouldn’t want to disturb you. You’re always so busy,” he replied, taking a sip of tea. “If you have some free time, I’d like to treat you to some osmanthus cake from the Tide Sea Inn. It’s quite delicious.”

    “Osmanthus cake?”

    She smiled, her voice soft and alluring. “I just had some last night.”

    “They usually require pre-orders. Do you know the owner?” he asked.

    She shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. “Someone gave it to me.”

    “A man or a woman?” he asked, curious.

    She looked at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “A man.”

    “But… you could also say it was a woman.”

    “He bought it for a friend, and I happened to be with her, so I had some,” she explained.

    Seeing the thoughtful expression on his face, she quickly changed the subject. “So what brings you here? You’re not just here to chat, are you?”

    He smiled. “Mainly to chat, but… I also need a favor.”

    She chuckled. “What kind of favor?”

    “I heard you’re auctioning a batch of Luminous Soil the day after tomorrow,” he said, feigning ignorance.

    She raised an eyebrow. “What do you need Luminous Soil for?”

    He didn’t answer, simply asking, “Could you… sell me some… privately?”

    She studied him, a knowing smile on her lips. “If it’s a small amount, it shouldn’t be a problem. But I’m still curious… why do you need it?”

    “I’ll tell you… next time,” he replied evasively.

    She scoffed, clearly not believing him.

    “How much do you need?” she asked.

    He pondered for a moment. “Five portions.”

    He only needed three, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra… just in case.

    She nodded, summoning a servant to arrange the transaction.

    Five portions wasn’t much. She could easily make an exception for him.

    She had a good idea what he was planning.

    But she wouldn’t spoil his fun.

    However, five portions was an interesting number.

    She narrowed her eyes, lost in thought.

    …

    That afternoon, Mu Zhi’an returned to the Mu Manor, bathed in the warm sunlight.

    He saw Bai Ruoxi admiring the snow lotuses in the pond, her slender figure accentuated by her white dress, her curves alluring.

    She turned to face him, a smile gracing her lips.

    He smiled back, then approached her, retrieving a delicate box.

    “What’s this?” she asked, looking at the box in his hand.

    “Open it,” he replied with a smile.

    She opened the box, revealing a handful of shimmering sand.

    “Luminous Soil?!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in delight.

    So he went to the auction house this morning. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and grateful. “Thank you.”

    “Anything for you, Ruoxi,” he murmured, his gaze intense.

    He paused, then added, “I discovered a delicious osmanthus cake from the Tide Sea Inn. I pre-ordered two boxes. I’ll pick them up later, and we can enjoy them together.”

    She blushed, nodding shyly.

    After he left, she stared at the Luminous Soil, a thoughtful expression on her face.

    Moments later, Wei Mengrou emerged from the house and approached her, noticing the box in her hand. “He bought you Luminous Soil from the auction house?”

    Bai Ruoxi frowned, her voice laced with displeasure. “He’d rather acquire it beforehand than accompany me to the auction. He just wants to make sure I don’t go…”

    Wei Mengrou observed her, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, though her expression remained neutral. “What are you going to do?”

    “He doesn’t want me to go? I’ll go anyway,” Bai Ruoxi replied coldly.

    Huang Manting was nothing to her. She had defeated Gongsun Cheng. She could handle Huang Manting as well.

    She was not only blessed with superior assets, but also unrivaled strength. She wasn’t afraid of a mere temptress.

    Wei Mengrou smiled inwardly, watching her go.

    She had warned him, never underestimate a woman’s heart.

    When in love, a woman’s intelligence plummeted.

    But when seeking revenge. oh…

    He was a naive man indeed.

     

     

    Mu Lang(1)*:  郎 láng n. (old form of address) my dear husband (of a woman in ancient times)