Blog

Chapter 36: I Choose to Be a Kept Man!

Later that night, Bai Ruoxi, under Wei Mengrou’s watchful eye, arrived safely at the secluded cabin where her father was recovering.

Her gaze fell upon the man lying on the bed, his face pale and drawn. She walked over and gently placed the jade bottle in his hand, her eyes filled with concern.

“Father, this is a Revitalizing Pill. Take it and regain your strength.”

Bai Heng slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the bottle in his hand, his brow furrowing. “A Revitalizing Pill…? Did you find the King Beast Vine?!”

Bai Ruoxi nodded. “Young Master Mu went to the Two Polarities Sect last night. I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to acquire the vine. Elder Ren finished refining the pills this afternoon.”

A look of astonishment crossed Bai Heng’s face. He knew his daughter wouldn’t joke about something like this, but he still couldn’t quite believe it.

He uncorked the bottle, and a rich, invigorating aroma filled the air.

“It’s… it really is a Revitalizing Pill?!” His eyes widened in disbelief, then lit up with hope.

With this pill, he could fully recover by morning! He wouldn’t have to lie here, helpless and useless, any longer!

But his joy was tempered by confusion.

The King Beast Vine grew within the Two Polarities Sect. It was an incredibly rare herb, even among the sect’s disciples. How had that Mu boy gotten his hands on it?

Whatever the reason, they owed Mu Zhi’an, and the Mu family, a great debt.

And the reason he helped them was probably because of Ruoxi.

Bai Heng sighed, looking at his daughter with a mixture of pride and concern. “You’ve been through a lot lately, Ruoxi.”

She shook her head. “Young Master Mu has helped us tremendously, Father. I haven’t done anything.”

Her voice softened as she spoke of Mu Zhi’an.

Bai Heng noticed the subtle change in her demeanor, the warmth in her eyes. He sighed inwardly.

He’d always believed that Ye Yu had a brighter future, that his daughter might regret her decision someday.

However, Mu Zhi’an’s recent actions had shaken his convictions.

To acquire the King Beast Vine in less than a day… The young master of the Mu family might not be the useless wastrel everyone thought he was.

Bai Ruoxi’s expression turned serious. “Father… what about Mother? What are you going to do?”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Finally, Bai Heng sighed. “I’ve wronged your mother. I’ll speak with her when I’m feeling better.”

Bai Ruoxi’s heart ached for both her parents.

Bai Yuanfeng was her mother, after all. Regardless of her actions, she couldn’t simply sever those ties.

It wasn’t about being naive or forgiving. It was about the years they’d spent together, the bond they shared. Family wasn’t so easily discarded.

Perhaps sensing her turmoil, Bai Ruoxi asked, “Father, how did you… how did you and Mother meet?”

Bai Heng’s gaze turned distant, lost in thought.

“Your mother…”

He looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of fondness and regret.

“She was… found outside the Bai Manor as a child. One of the elders gave her the name Yuanfeng.”

“According to the elders, a strange purple light appeared in the sky on the day she was found. The air was thick with demonic energy. Your grandfather, fearing she might be corrupted, used a sealing technique to suppress the demonic energy within her. For years, everything was fine.”

He sighed. “I never imagined…”

He’d believed that after all these years, after all they’d shared, Bai Yuanfeng would care for him, for their family. He never imagined she would betray them, that she would attempt to seize control of the three great families.

Bai Ruoxi was stunned. This was the first time she’d heard about her parents’ past.

Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she looked up at her father, her eyes wide. “Are you saying… Mother was… a child bride…?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Bai Heng replied, shaking his head. “She had many suitors. I was just one of them. But then I became the head of the family”

He trailed off, unwilling to elaborate.

Even a crude, unrefined man like him had his pride, especially in front of his daughter.

He couldn’t bring himself to admit that he’d used his position as the family head to win Bai Yuanfeng’s hand.

“Return to the Mu Manor with Miss Wei, Ruoxi,” he said. “I’ll feel better knowing you’re safe there.”

He looked at her seriously. “And remember, if that Mu boy tries to sneak into your room at night and tries to sweet-talk you, don’t believe a word he says.”

Bai Ruoxi blushed furiously. “Father! Young Master Mu would never! If he wanted to to do anything improper, he would have done it already!”

If Mu Zhi’an was truly that kind of person, he would have taken advantage of her that day in the carriage.

Bai Heng, torn between amusement and exasperation at his daughter’s fierce defense of another man, simply sighed and shook his head.

If Mu Zhi’an had made a move back then, he would have only won her body.

But now, he had won her heart as well.

Her reaction said it all.

…

Unaware of the conversation transpiring between father and daughter, Mu Zhi’an sat on his bed, a pile of Spirit Stones spread out before him.

He closed his eyes, circulating his cultivation technique. As his internal cauldron spun, the Spirit Stones dissolved, transforming into pure spiritual energy that flowed into his body.

This was the advantage of using Spirit Stones. Normally, cultivators had to refine the spiritual energy from the air before absorbing it, a time-consuming process. But Spirit Stones contained already-refined energy, significantly reducing cultivation time.

While the outcome of the duel wasn’t important, Mu Zhi’an had wasted a lot of time on frivolous pursuits in the past. He was determined to make up for lost time.

After nearly two hours, the pile of Spirit Stones had dwindled significantly. Mu Zhi’an could sense his internal cauldron was nearly a third full.

He opened his eyes and slowly exhaled, pushing out with his palm.

*Bang!*

The door swung open, the sound echoing through the room.

He took a deep breath, feeling the surrounding spiritual energy swirling around him. With each breath, he absorbed more energy, a sense of exhilaration washing over him.

He had reached the third level of Foundation Establishment.

At this level, he could expel spiritual energy with enough force to shatter wood and stone.

At the peak of Foundation Establishment, he would be able to manipulate objects with his mind, summoning weapons from afar.

And at Core Formation, he would be able to fly with his sword, just like Wei Mengrou.

It felt amazing. The difference between the second and third levels was significant. He looked at his hand, a satisfied smile on his lips.

He calmed his mind and closed his eyes again, entering a meditative state.

…

The next morning, Mu Zhi’an was at the training grounds, sparring with Wei Mengrou.

Despite his past indulgences, he still possessed a solid foundation. And with Wei Mengrou holding back, their initial exchanges were relatively even.

However, close combat wasn’t Wei Mengrou’s forte. As the spar progressed, she transitioned from physical attacks to spells. A dazzling display of light and energy filled the training grounds, leaving Mu Zhi’an struggling to keep up.

“Hold on!” he shouted, raising a hand just as she was about to strike him.

She froze, her palm hovering inches from his face, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Don’t you know not to hit the face? Mu Zhi’an thought, eyeing her hand warily. He put on a serious expression. “Let’s take a break. I have something to ask you.”

She hesitated, glancing from her hand to him.

Finally, she lowered her hand and nodded.

Mu Zhi’an sat down on a nearby bench. “When you escorted Miss Bai back last night, did you sense anyone following you?”

“If anyone had tried to follow us, I would have known,” she replied confidently. “Unless… they were a realm above me.”

Wei Mengrou was a Core Formation expert. A realm above her… that would be Nascent Soul.

Nascent Soul experts were incredibly rare, practically mythical figures.

Mu Zhi’an nodded.

Wei Mengrou excelled at stealth and reconnaissance. She was practically an assassin. If she said no one had followed them, then he could be certain of it.

He trusted her judgment. Among Core Formation cultivators, she was one of the best.

In modern terms, she’d be a highly skilled detective, dressed in a form-fitting catsuit, of course…

“You think someone’s following us?” she asked.

“I had my suspicions. But I believe you. It’s just… strange,” Mu Zhi’an replied. “If that black-robed man doesn’t show up today, I’m going to assume he has something else planned… Or perhaps… he doesn’t care about Ye Yu as much as he’d have us believe.”

Wei Mengrou’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“That one hundred thousand Spirit Stones, did he give you the Gongsun family’s share as well?” she asked suddenly.

Having been by Mu Zhi’an’s side, she was aware of the agreement.

Even to her, one hundred thousand Spirit Stones was an astronomical sum. She couldn’t understand why Chairman Huang would give it all to the Mu family.

“That money was solely for the Mu family. It has nothing to do with the Gongsun family,” Mu Zhi’an replied.

“You’re saying the Chamber of Commerce is going to give the Gongsun family another one hundred thousand?”

“I don’t know. If Chairman Huang is smart, he won’t,” Mu Zhi’an said with a chuckle. “Merchants are obsessed with profit. But successful merchants… they have vision. They’re willing to spend small to win big.”

“He gave us the entire sum because he sees us as valuable allies. In his eyes, the Gongsun family is nothing special. He doesn’t need to bribe them.”

“Besides, whether he intended to include the Gongsun family’s share or not, we’re keeping it all.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him. “You’re stealing it?”

“Mengrou, my dear,” Mu Zhi’an said, turning to face her, their eyes meeting. He smiled. “We earned this.”

How could they be stealing the bandit suppression funds?

This… was a public service.

…

Meanwhile, Chairman Huang sat leisurely in his lavish hall, sipping tea.

Beside him, his beautiful wife seemed troubled. She sighed repeatedly, her brow creased with worry.

“Why are you sighing so much?” Chairman Huang asked, looking at her in amusement.

“Husband, that one hundred thousand Spirit Stones, we just gave it all to the Mu family! What benefit will we receive? How long will it take to earn that back?” Madame Huang lamented, her heart aching at the thought of their lost fortune.

“Who says we won’t benefit?” Chairman Huang asked, raising an eyebrow. “Someone is disrupting our business. We need to eliminate the obstacle before we can continue making money.”

He took a sip of tea. “If we don’t spend this one hundred thousand now, we might have to spend even more later.”

Madame Huang stared at him, her eyes widening.

However, he didn’t elaborate. “Have you sent word to Old Tian?”

She nodded. “He agreed to meet us at the Dragon Head Forest tomorrow. But husband why do we have to risk our own men when we’re the ones paying for this?”

Chairman Huang sighed, shaking his head. “We might have given them the money and it might feel like a loss.”

“But in the coming months, every coin will return to our pockets. We will profit from this.”

Seeing his wife’s confused expression, he decided not to explain further. He tapped his fingers against the armrest, his gaze distant, lost in thought.

…

As the day wore on, just as Mu Zhi’an had anticipated, the black-robed man finally appeared at the Mu Manor.

Although he wasn’t wearing black robes anymore. After the Gongsun family had placed a bounty on his head, he’d abandoned his signature attire.

He now wore plain robes and a wide-brimmed hat that concealed his face.

“Are you confident about tomorrow, Young Master Mu?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

He was clearly aware of Mu Zhi’an’s plan to lure Ye Yu to the Dragon Head Forest.

Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “Does it matter if I win or lose?”

If he hadn’t regained his memories, this would have been a simple duel, ending with him being humiliated by the “protagonist.”

But now, Ye Yu was nothing more than a pawn in a much larger game.

No matter how talented or lucky the Chosen One might be, fighting a Core Formation expert was beyond his capabilities.

The gap between Foundation Establishment and Core Formation. It was like the difference between an ant and an elephant. Ye Yu stood no chance.

Even a “protagonist” had his limits.

The black-robed man chuckled coldly. “I suppose not.”

“Then I shall eagerly await your performance tomorrow, Young Master Mu.”

With that, he vanished in a puff of black smoke.

Mu Zhi’an watched him go, then turned to the shadows in the corner of the room.

A slender figure stood there, her curves barely concealed by her yellow gown.

“Are *you* confident?” Wei Mengrou asked.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “I told you, winning or losing isn’t important.”

“So you’re not confident,” she said, seeing through his facade.

“Ye Yu still has some tricks up his sleeve,” she warned.

“I know. But so do I,” Mu Zhi’an replied, his expression serious.

“What tricks?” Wei Mengrou asked, her brow furrowed.

She thought she knew him well. She’d never heard him speak of any “tricks” before.

He beckoned her closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “It’s a secret.”

She hesitated, then walked over to him. “What secret?”

He leaned in close and whispered something she couldn’t quite hear.

She frowned, leaning closer.

“What was that?”

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against her ear. “I have you, don’t I?”

She felt his warm breath on her ear, a blush creeping up her neck.

Then, she realized he was teasing her. Her eyes narrowed. “Relying on others isn’t a strategy. It’s called being a kept man.”

Despite her harsh words, her cheeks remained flushed.

“What’s wrong with being a kept man?” Mu Zhi’an asked with a grin.

He wasn’t just planning to rely on Wei Mengrou. If all went well, he’d be clinging to Senior Sister Lan’s leg tomorrow.

…

The night passed without incident.

As dawn broke over Tianxuan City, its citizens went about their day, oblivious to the deadly game unfolding in the Dragon Head Forest.

Chapter 35: I Never Imagined You Were This Kind of Master

Night had fallen. Mu Zhi’an sat in his study, the warm glow of candlelight illuminating the room. Outside, the courtyard was shrouded in a peaceful darkness, the rustling of leaves the only sound in the night air.

Dressed in a pale yellow gown, Wei Mengrou stood at the courtyard entrance. After instructing a servant to prepare the carriage, she turned to Bai Ruoxi and spoke softly.

Moments later, Bai Ruoxi departed from the Mu Manor, escorted by Wei Mengrou, heading towards the secluded cottage where her father was recuperating.

Mu Zhi’an twirled his brush between his fingers, his knuckles rapping lightly against the table. He shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips.

“It’s still not enough.”

He had sent a letter to Lan Mulian at the Two Polarities Sect, seeking her assistance, but that had been in the morning. Now, night had fallen.

Even if she intended to refuse, he should have received a reply by now.

Was she still considering his request? Or was she simply ignoring him?

Or perhaps… she had tacitly agreed and was already on her way to Tianxuan City?

If Lan Mulian didn’t come, he would have to break protocol and seek help from the reclusive elders.

However, Mu Zhi’an was reluctant to involve them unless absolutely necessary.

Firstly, this entire situation could be viewed as a test from the elders. And secondly, even his father struggled to persuade those old monsters; what hope did he, a mere junior, have?

After pondering for a while, Mu Zhi’an retrieved another paper crane from his drawer.

As far as he knew, this crane was also one of Lan Mulian’s treasures. Unlike ordinary paper cranes, this one possessed exceptional speed and range.

Most importantly, it could bypass the Two Polarities Sect’s defenses.

Lan Mulian had used this crane to send him a letter previously, but he’d forgotten to reply. He could use the back of the paper to write his message.

Ideally, he’d convince Lan Mulian to descend the mountain. But if his senior sister refused, he’d have to find another solution.

He dipped his brush in ink and began writing another persuasive letter, adding a few teasing remarks for good measure.

Teasing wasn’t strictly necessary, but a little flirtation could go a long way in strengthening their bond.

Lan Mulian was clearly the aloof and reserved type. If he didn’t make an effort, their relationship would never progress.

A well-timed tease could also ease the tension between them.

Of course, this tactic only worked if you knew what you were doing. Clumsy flirting would only make things awkward.

After finishing the letter, Mu Zhi’an folded the paper into a crane and tossed it out the window.

He watched as the crane soared into the night sky, a sigh escaping his lips.

He’d done everything he could. Now, all he could do was wait.

…

Two Polarities Sect.

Dressed in a flowing white robe, Lan Mulian sat gracefully in a pavilion nestled amidst the towering peaks of Two Polarities Peak. Clouds wreathed the mountaintops, and the air hummed with spiritual energy.

A thin veil concealed her face, but it did little to hide her ample bosom, the outline of her curves a tantalizing suggestion beneath her robes. She held a letter in her hand, her eyes scanning the contents. A ripple of emotion disturbed her usually placid expression.

This was the letter Mu Zhi’an had sent earlier, delivered by the paper crane. He’d described his recent troubles, casually mentioning the black-robed man and the threat he posed. He’d also written about Tianxuan City, its unique characteristics and delectable cuisine.

Ultimately, the letter was an elaborate invitation for her to visit the Mu Manor and receive the Revitalizing Pills he’d prepared for her.

His sincerity was evident in every word.

However, despite his sweet words, Lan Mulian saw through his intentions.

“He wants me to help him deal with this black-robed man. Why beat around the bush?” she murmured.

She folded the letter and stored it in her storage ring, then rose to her feet.

It was strange, she thought, how even when you knew someone was being manipulative, their words could still bring a flutter of warmth to your heart.

She knew Mu Zhi’an was trying to curry favor with her, yet she couldn’t help but feel a fondness for the mischievous young man.

As she passed by a group of disciples, they looked at her with a mixture of awe and admiration.

It wasn’t just the male disciples; even the female disciples held her in high regard.

She was the Sect Master’s closed-door disciple, blessed with extraordinary talent. But more importantly, despite her cold demeanor, she was known for her kindness.

She often helped disciples who were struggling, though few had ever seen her true face.

“Senior Sister, are you going down the mountain?” one of the disciples asked.

Lan Mulian paused, nodding slightly. “There’s a demonic disturbance at the foot of the mountain. I must investigate.”

In his letter, Mu Zhi’an had mentioned the black-robed man and his unique characteristics… While she couldn’t be certain, based on his description, the black-robed man was most likely a rogue cultivator.

“A demonic disturbance?”

The disciple echoed her words, stealing another glance at the beautiful woman in white.

Everyone in the sect knew that Senior Sister Lan rarely descended the mountain. And even if there was a demonic disturbance, other disciples were more than capable of handling it… This was highly unusual.

Lan Mulian shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Perhaps… ‘leaving home’ would be a more accurate description.”

Mu Zhi’an didn’t know this, but even without his invitation, she would have found a reason to visit Tianxuan City soon.

It wasn’t about “leaving home.” She simply wanted to see her younger sister, to spend time with her and catch up.

She had planned to descend the mountain in two months, but since Mu Zhi’an had extended an invitation, she might as well seize this opportunity.

She made a gesture with her hand, summoning a cloud to carry her away.

As Lan Mulian departed from the Two Polarities Sect, she was unaware that another paper crane soared through the night sky, heading towards the secluded courtyard where she resided.

The crane landed gently on a black and white Go board.

A woman of unparalleled beauty, dressed in a black robe, paused mid-move, her gaze falling upon the crane.

She picked it up, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Then, a slow smile spread across her lips.

She carefully unfolded the letter.

Chapter 34: Time to Descend, Senior Sister!

Ye Manor.

Ye Yu returned home with the herbs he’d acquired. After placing them carefully in a corner of his room, he sat down on his bed and closed his eyes, his usually gentle face now clouded with a brooding expression.

It was understandable. The bronze shard that should have been his was now in Mu Zhi’an’s possession.

And that wasn’t all. Even the chief auctioneer of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce seemed to favor Mu Zhi’an.

The memory of Feiying’s alluring beauty and her praises for the wastrel, the way she had allowed herself to be embraced by him, ignited a jealous fire in Ye Yu’s heart. He had always believed that cultivation was paramount, but witnessing Mu Zhi’an’s easy intimacy with Feiying stirred something dark and possessive within him.

Mu Zhi’an had beguiled his fiancée, stolen his thunder, deliberately provoked him, and snatched away the bronze shard that rightfully belonged to him.

The events at the auction replayed in his mind, each scene fueling his anger. He clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He took a deep breath, struggling to regain his composure.

Calm down… Don’t lose control.

Whether it was Bai Ruoxi or Feiying, after the duel, everyone would know who was truly worthy of their attention.

Right now, he needed to focus on cultivating… He had to train harder than ever.

Then, he would defeat Mu Zhi’an in their duel, rise above him, and claim everything he held dear!

…

Meanwhile, at the Mu Manor.

Mu Zhi’an led Bai Ruoxi along a corridor, arriving at an open courtyard. Several cauldrons of different colors were arranged there. While Mu Zhi’an didn’t know their specific functions, he knew that alchemists typically possessed multiple cauldrons.

It was said that a cauldron was an alchemist’s lifeline.

Knowing that Elder Ren disliked being disturbed during alchemy, Mu Zhi’an didn’t greet him directly. Instead, he found a spot nearby and sat down with Bai Ruoxi, waiting for the old man to finish.

Even from a distance, Mu Zhi’an could feel the intense heat emanating from the cauldron. It was a testament to the demanding nature of alchemy.

After nearly half an hour, the heat gradually subsided.

Elder Ren slowly opened his cloudy eyes and made a gesture with his hand toward the cauldron. Six gleaming pills flew out, each faintly adorned with the illusion of a roaring beast.

A rich medicinal fragrance filled the air. Elder Ren took out two jade bottles, placing one pill in the first and the remaining five in the second. He then turned to Mu Zhi’an and handed him the bottles. “Six pills from this batch. Not bad, I’d say.”

Mu Zhi’an nodded. “Thank you for your hard work, Elder Ren.”

The old man chuckled, a rare smile gracing his face. “Some might find alchemy tedious, but I find it rather enjoyable.”

Seeing Mu Zhi’an’s puzzled expression, he elaborated, “It’s like Young Master’s frequent visits to the pleasure quarters. For an old man like me, it’d be quite a feat to maintain such consistency. But for Young Master, it seems as effortless as eating and drinking. Because for Young Master, it’s a source of pleasure.”

Bai Ruoxi glanced at Mu Zhi’an, her lips twitching slightly.

His recent behavior had almost made her forget that the young master of the Mu family was a well-known patron of those establishments. He had only recently started to exercise restraint.

Let’s not dwell on the past, Elder Ren… Mu Zhi’an thought, his smile a little strained. He handed one of the bottles to Bai Ruoxi. “Give this to your father tonight, Miss Bai.”

He then took two pills from the other bottle and offered them to Elder Ren.

“Take these, Elder Ren. They might come in handy.”

The old man accepted the pills with a kind smile. “Thank you, Young Master.”

These were Revitalizing Pills, extremely effective in treating injuries. They could quickly restore one’s vitality.

They would be invaluable during the “bandit suppression” operation.

“You’re quite cautious, Young Master,” Elder Ren remarked.

Although the black-robed man was a Core Formation expert, he wasn’t as strong as he was. With Wei Mengrou, the Bai family head, and the Core Formation experts from the Gongsun family and the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, the black-robed man wouldn’t stand a chance, even if he had wings.

However, Mu Zhi’an sighed. “I still don’t feel comfortable.”

Elder Ren frowned. “You think we’re not enough to deal with him?”

“If it was just the black-robed man, we’d be more than enough,” Mu Zhi’an replied, looking at the old man. “But the main course is just the beginning. We have side dishes to worry about.”

They could cooperate because they shared a common enemy.

But what about after the black-robed man was dealt with?

Without a common enemy, would they remain allies?

And then there was Bai Ruoxi’s mother… She was only at the Foundation Establishment realm.

How could she possibly orchestrate the downfall of three great families?

Bai Yuanfeng must have other allies, stronger allies…

Elder Ren understood Mu Zhi’an’s concerns. “What are you suggesting, Young Master? That we involve… those old monsters?”

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “That’s a last resort.”

The Mu family had several elders who were Core Formation experts, but they were all eccentric and unpredictable. They were aware of the “bandit suppression” operation, and if he asked for their help directly, he might be rejected. Moreover, it would reflect poorly on him, making him appear weak and indecisive.

“I have someone else in mind,” Mu Zhi’an said.

“Who?” Elder Ren asked, his curiosity piqued.

Mu Zhi’an looked at him. “Someone who’s always dreamed of leaving home but never had the chance.”

“I’m going to give her a reason to leave… But whether she takes it… depends on her.”

“And if she does, I’ll finally have a chance to thank her for the King Beast Vine.”

Chapter 33: The Bandit Suppression Feast

So, this bronze shard was a fragment of an ancient weapon, possibly wielded by an ancestor of the Bai family?

That would explain why Bai Ruoxi could activate its power so easily… Mu Zhi’an stared at the bronze sword behind her, its aura formidable, and pondered the possibilities.

Bai Ruoxi, sensing his intense gaze, blushed slightly. “Young Master Mu, why are you staring at me?” she asked softly.

While there was a certain allure to her aloof and untouchable demeanor, he also found her current vulnerability, a consequence of her family’s misfortune, rather appealing.

Mu Zhi’an snapped out of his thoughts. “Just thinking about the Dragon Head Forest in two days,” he replied.

He changed the subject. “What level are you at now?”

“Eighth level of Foundation Establishment,” Bai Ruoxi replied softly.

Mu Zhi’an blinked, surprised. He looked at her, a newfound respect in his eyes.

Her recent troubles had made him forget that the Bai family’s young mistress wasn’t just a pretty face. She was a talented cultivator, one of the best in her generation.

The temptress from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, the Bai family’s young mistress, and Ye Yu, the former genius of the Ye family… These three were considered the most talented cultivators in Tianxuan City.

However, unlike the other two, Ye Yu’s rapid progress was solely due to the Heavenly Dao Aura.

“If I unleash the bronze sword, I might be able to injure even a Core Formation expert if they’re caught off guard,” Bai Ruoxi added.

Mu Zhi’an nodded.

In this world, if you couldn’t defeat opponents stronger than you, you couldn’t call yourself a genius.

Only those who could fight above their realm were truly exceptional!

And here he was, stuck at the second level of Foundation Establishment.

It was almost comical.

In those stories, the protagonists often faced antagonists who were slightly stronger, but not overwhelmingly so.

The power gap was never too wide, allowing the protagonist to pull off a satisfying victory.

“Young Master Mu, are you confident you can defeat Ye Yu?” Bai Ruoxi asked suddenly.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “No.”

He saw the worry in her eyes and reached out to gently pat her head.

“Whether I win or lose against Ye Yu, it’s not important,” he said.

From the very beginning, his focus hadn’t been on the duel.

The true objective wasn’t a petty competition, but bandit suppression.

Suppressing the black-robed bandit.

The outcome of his duel with Ye Yu was irrelevant.

“Can I accompany you to the Dragon Head Forest that day?” Bai Ruoxi asked.

Mu Zhi’an nodded. “I was hoping you would. I might need your help.”

If Bai Ruoxi was just an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, she wouldn’t be of much use in the “bandit suppression” operation.

But if she could fight above her realm, her bronze sword would be a valuable trump card.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Young Master Mu,” Bai Ruoxi replied, shaking her head. “I owe you a great debt. Just tell me what you need.”

After that night, after Mu Zhi’an had met with her father, she had resolved to repay his kindness, no matter the cost.

“I’ll protect you,” she added.

If a battle erupted between Core Formation experts at the Dragon Head Forest, even Wei Mengrou wouldn’t be able to protect Mu Zhi’an at all times.

And that’s where she would come in.

Mu Zhi’an’s expression turned strange upon hearing her sincere declaration.

He knew she meant well, but it felt odd.

They were the same age, yet she was offering to protect him.

Bai Ruoxi, noticing his reaction, blushed slightly. “Well… say something, Young Master Mu…”

Mu Zhi’an recovered. “I appreciate your offer,” he said with a smile.

He paused, then continued, “But you don’t need to protect me. I have another task for you. And only you can do it.”

Bai Ruoxi looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Mu Zhi’an leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, and whispered something to her.

His warm breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes glistened with a mixture of confusion and anticipation.

After a moment, she calmed down and nodded resolutely.

“I understand. If things unfold as you predict, Young Master Mu, I’ll deliver the final blow.”

Mu Zhi’an nodded, satisfied. “Thank you, Miss Bai.”

As they chatted in the courtyard, a servant approached them. She saw the beautiful woman, her cheeks flushed as if she’d been drinking, and hesitated, wondering if she was interrupting something.

“What is it?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

The servant recovered. “Young Master, a servant from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce requests an audience.”

Why would someone from the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce come to the Mu Manor?

Bai Ruoxi glanced at Mu Zhi’an, her brow furrowed.

Mu Zhi’an’s expression remained unchanged. He didn’t seem surprised. “Bring him to the main hall,” he instructed.

After the servant left, Bai Ruoxi whispered, “Young Master Mu, why would the Chamber of Commerce?”

The Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce was one of the forces targeting the Bai family. It was only natural for her to be concerned about their sudden appearance.

“Don’t worry, Miss Bai. The enemy of your enemy is your friend. Besides, the Chamber of Commerce is funding our ‘bandit suppression’ operation. They’re here to deliver the money,” Mu Zhi’an explained with a smile.

Businessmen prioritized profit. The Chamber of Commerce wasn’t contributing manpower, so they had to contribute financially.

However, he hadn’t expected Chairman Huang to deliver the one hundred thousand Spirit Stones before they’d even dealt with the black-robed man.

They arrived at the main hall. The servant, who had been waiting for them, bowed respectfully and presented Mu Zhi’an with a storage ring. “Young Master Mu.”

Mu Zhi’an accepted the ring and scanned it with his consciousness, confirming the amount of Spirit Stones inside. He nodded, satisfied. “Thank you. You’re dismissed.”

The servant hesitated. “Young Master Mu, Miss Feiying asked me to retrieve her ring”

“I’ll return it to her personally,” Mu Zhi’an replied.

It was a borrowed item. He wasn’t comfortable letting a stranger return it.

The servant, seeing his resolute expression, bowed and left.

Bai Ruoxi, however, was confused. “Miss Feiying’s ring?”

Mu Zhi’an chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, Miss Bai. It’s nothing important. More importantly, let’s go see how Elder Ren is progressing with the medicine.”

“If all goes well, you can take it to your father tonight.”

And then the bandit suppression feast would begin.

Chapter 32: Could She Be the Protagonist?

After the auction concluded, Ye Yu, having acquired the necessary herbs, found himself chatting with Feiying backstage.

“If I’m not mistaken, those are the ingredients for Foundation Establishment Pills. Are you close to breaking through, Young Master Ye?” Feiying asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she instructed a servant to hand him the herbs.

To be nearing Foundation Establishment after only a few months.

It was an impressive feat.

Ye Yu, feeling a surge of pride at her surprised reaction, maintained a calm facade. He shook his head modestly. “I’m simply returning to Foundation Establishment. It’s only natural for my cultivation to progress faster now.”

He sighed, a hint of regret in his voice. “Unfortunately, I don’t have many Spirit Stones left.”

The bronze shard had gone to Mu Zhi’an.

At least he probably doesn’t know its true value.

That was his only consolation.

“Feiying, are my herbs ready?”

A familiar voice echoed from behind him, pulling him back to reality.

He turned to see Mu Zhi’an approaching, escorted by a servant. The young master had a pleasant smile on his face, his handsome features attracting the attention of the female servants.

Compared to Ye Yu’s “low-key” demeanor, Mu Zhi’an’s confidence and charisma naturally drew more attention.

Feiying nodded. “They’re ready, Young Master Mu. Follow me to the private room.”

Mu Zhi’an casually placed his arm around her slender waist, smiling. “Let’s go now. I have some errands to run.”

“Unless… you’re busy, Feiying?”

Feiying narrowed her eyes, glancing at him playfully.

After a moment, she smiled seductively. “Very well. Let’s go.”

Unlike Ye Yu, who was always trying to appear modest and humble, Mu Zhi’an was more genuine.

He expressed his desires openly.

And she found his use of the term “Feiying” rather endearing.

She glanced at Ye Yu, her red shoes clicking against the floor. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Young Master Ye. Perhaps we’ll meet again soon. We’ll be on our way now.”

With that, she left with Mu Zhi’an.

Ye Yu watched them go, his gaze lingering on Feiying’s alluring figure and the young master’s hand resting possessively on her waist. His usually calm heart was filled with a sudden turmoil.

He had always believed that women would only hinder his cultivation progress.

However, seeing Mu Zhi’an’s carefree attitude, he couldn’t help but wonder.

Perhaps enjoying life wasn’t such a bad thing?

…

As they walked towards the private room, Feiying glanced at Mu Zhi’an, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

“Had enough, you little rascal?”

“Could I have more?” Mu Zhi’an asked, his tone playful.

“What do you think?” she retorted, swatting his hand away.

Mu Zhi’an sighed dramatically. “I spent a thousand Spirit Stones on a rusty old shard just for you, Feiying. Can’t you at least offer me a little comfort?”

She chuckled, her smile seductive. “That might work on those naive little girls, but not on me.”

“If it wasn’t for you, then why else would I buy it?” Mu Zhi’an asked, feigning seriousness.

Feiying glanced at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Who knows?”

As an auctioneer, she encountered all sorts of people. Mu Zhi’an’s sweet talk might work on inexperienced girls, but it wasn’t enough to impress someone of her caliber.

They arrived at the private room, and Feiying instructed a servant to bring Mu Zhi’an the herbs and the bronze shard.

She looked at the pile of items, then removed her ring and stored everything inside.

“You’re giving me your ring?” Mu Zhi’an asked, surprised.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. “It’s just a loan. Have someone return it to me tomorrow.”

“This was a gift from my sister before she entered the sect. If you lose it, you’ll regret it.”

Her willingness to lend him such a valuable item warmed his heart. He nodded, accepting the ring.

Then, he asked, “Speaking of which, who’s your sister? Maybe I know her.”

Feiying’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “She’s beautiful, but you definitely don’t know her.”

“She rarely left home, even as a child. And after joining the Two Polarities Sect, she became even more reclusive.”

“She visits me occasionally, but she always keeps her identity secret.”

“Sounds mysterious,” Mu Zhi’an murmured. Seeing that she wasn’t willing to reveal her sister’s identity, he didn’t press her further.

After chatting for a while longer, Mu Zhi’an took the ring and left.

…

Mu Manor.

After instructing a servant to deliver the herbs to Elder Ren, Mu Zhi’an returned to his room, eager to examine the bronze shard.

He ran his fingers over its surface, feeling its rough, uneven texture.

There was nothing remarkable about it.

“Anything Ye Yu’s interested in can’t be ordinary… But how do I activate it?” he wondered, turning the shard over in his hand.

Unlike Ye Yu, he didn’t have an old man residing within him. And he wasn’t a Chosen One with great destiny. So, accidentally activating the shard and uncovering its secrets was unlikely.

“The First Elder has traveled the world. He’s seen countless treasures. Perhaps he knows something about this shard.”

Mu Zhi’an decided to seek out the First Elder.

However, he was stopped by a spy before he could reach the secret chamber.

“Young Master, the First Elder is in seclusion. He’s not receiving any visitors.”

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes widened. “He’s in seclusion?”

The spy nodded respectfully. “The First Elder rarely sees anyone. He only summoned you the other day because he happened to be awake.”

So, he’s a cultivation maniac… Mu Zhi’an sighed, disappointed. “If he has time later, please inform him that I have a question for him.”

The spy nodded.

Unable to consult the First Elder, Mu Zhi’an returned to his room, determined to unravel the shard’s secrets on his own.

As he passed through the courtyard, he saw Bai Ruoxi.

She stood bathed in moonlight, her white dress clinging to her curves, her shoulders bare, her skin pale and flawless.

A few strands of hair framed her face, lending her an alluring charm she hadn’t possessed before.

Sensing his presence, she turned and smiled. “Good morning, Young Master Mu.”

He nodded and approached her.

“You went to the Morning Glory Auction House this morning, didn’t you? Did you find the herbs?” Bai Ruoxi asked, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

If he had the herbs, her father could be healed within days.

He was the only one who could stabilize the Bai family.

Mu Zhi’an toyed with the bronze shard, a smile playing on his lips. “I did. And I even found something unexpected.”

Bai Ruoxi sighed in relief.

Then, her gaze fell upon the shard in his hand.

Her eyes widened. “May I see it?” she asked.

“Of course. But its origins are a mystery. I haven’t been able to unlock its secrets yet—”

Before he could finish, Bai Ruoxi reached for the pendant at her neck, unfastening it.

Mu Zhi’an’s gaze lingered on her movements, enjoying the view.

From his angle, he had a unique perspective.

Large and white…

But then, his attention was drawn to the pendant in her hand.

It was a crescent-shaped bronze shard, identical to the one he’d acquired at the auction.

As if possessing a mind of their own, the two shards merged in a flash of light.

Behind Bai Ruoxi, an ancient bronze sword materialized, its aura powerful and imposing.

Mu Zhi’an stared at the sword, then at the beautiful woman before him, his voice filled with disbelief. “Ruoxi, where did you get that shard?”

“It’s a family heirloom,” she replied. “My father said it’s been passed down for generations. It’s a protective talisman, a symbol of our ancestors’ blessings.”

She offered him the shard.

“Please accept it, Young Master Mu. While the Meridian Connecting Pill is gone, perhaps this will be of use to you. If you infuse it with spiritual energy, its power will be activated.”

Mu Zhi’an took the shard, turning it over in his hands. He tried to infuse it with spiritual energy.

Nothing happened.

It seems it’s not meant for me. Or perhaps it’s an ancient weapon that can only be wielded by a descendant of the Bai family?

He quickly dismissed his disappointment and stepped behind Bai Ruoxi.

“Young Master Mu?”

She turned to look at him, but he was already fastening the pendant around her neck.

“It’s a family heirloom, Miss Bai. I have no right to claim it. Keep it.”

Bai Ruoxi stared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions.

When she’d pleaded with him for help, he’d insisted on receiving something of value in return.

But now, even though the Bai family had nothing to offer, he had still helped them.

And he was even giving her the bronze shard he’d acquired.

Thinking about his actions these past few days, she felt a warmth spreading through her chest.

She instinctively placed a hand over her heart, clutching the pendant.

When she looked at him again, her gaze was soft, the last vestiges of suspicion melting away.

“Can you try infusing it with spiritual energy again?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded, channeling her spiritual energy into the pendant.

The bronze sword reappeared behind her, its aura even more powerful than before.

The pendant was formed from two simple shards, yet the energy it emanated was formidable. If she unleashed the sword, it would possess the power of a Core Formation strike.

Mu Zhi’an stared at the sword, then at the beautiful woman before him, speechless.

Could she be the protagonist? He thought to himself, baffled.

 

Chapter 31: A Rusty Old Shard with a Secret

Upon hearing Mu Zhi’an’s bid, the alluring auctioneer on stage glanced towards the luxurious private room with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

There were nearly a hundred similar rooms on the auction floor, but Mu Zhi’an’s was located at the front, closest to the stage, concealed only by a thin, gauzy curtain.

While she couldn’t see his face clearly, she could make out his posture.

The young master seemed relaxed, sipping tea and enjoying a shoulder massage.

Is he truly determined to clash with Ye Yu, or has he also recognized the value of this bronze shard? Feiying narrowed her eyes, her lips curving into a seductive smile. “Guest in room number three has bid five hundred Spirit Stones. Do I hear a higher offer?”

Regardless, this was a good thing for her.

Her goal was to sell the items for the highest possible price.

“Five hundred Spirit Stones, once,” she announced, her voice echoing through the auction hall.

She scanned the crowd, deliberately pausing for a few seconds before continuing, “Five hundred Spirit Stones, twice.”

Ye Yu’s fists clenched as he stared at the bronze shard.

The old man residing within him had awakened from his slumber specifically to urge him to acquire this shard. That alone was a testament to its value.

But five hundred Spirit Stones… Not everyone was Mu Zhi’an, capable of casually throwing around such a fortune.

In the mortal realm, Spirit Stones were worth far more than gold or silver.

Five hundred Spirit Stones might not be much for the Ye family, but for an ordinary disciple, it would take months to accumulate such wealth.

He had only brought seven hundred Spirit Stones with him today. If he spent it all here, he wouldn’t have enough to purchase the ingredients he needed to reach Foundation Establishment.

As Feiying parted her lips, about to announce the winner, Ye Yu couldn’t hold back any longer. He gritted his teeth and shouted, “Seven hundred Spirit Stones!”

It was his entire savings.

Even if Mu Zhi’an hated him, he wouldn’t waste so much money on a rusty old shard. After all, even for a wealthy family like the Mu, seven hundred Spirit Stones was a significant sum for a junior member.

Ye Yu prayed silently, his gaze fixed on the bronze shard, his eyes filled with longing.

But then, a casual voice echoed through the hall.

“One thousand Spirit Stones.”

Ye Yu’s heart sank.

The other bidders gasped.

That young master from the Mu family was truly reckless with his money. To think he’d bid a thousand Spirit Stones on a shard that was practically destined to go unsold.

Feiying glanced at the private room, a knowing smile on her face. “One thousand Spirit Stones, once,” she announced.

Ye Yu stared at the shard, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and frustration.

After a long moment, he sighed, his expression returning to its usual calmness. He forced a smile. “Congratulations, Young Master Mu. That shard holds a great secret. You’ve gotten yourself a bargain for a mere thousand Spirit Stones.”

If he couldn’t have it, he would at least make Mu Zhi’an pay a hefty price. A hint of malice flickered in his eyes.

His words had an effect on the other bidders. They looked at the shard with renewed interest.

They had assumed Mu Zhi’an was simply trying to antagonize Ye Yu.

But now, they wondered…

The Mu family’s young master might have a reputation for being foolish with his money, but even for him, this seemed excessive.

Could it be that there truly was a secret hidden within the shard, as Ye Yu had claimed?

Feiying, her ample bosom straining against her tight cheongsam, leaned against the table, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. She sensed their growing interest and wisely chose to give them time to ponder.

Just then, Mu Zhi’an’s voice echoed from his private room. “I was simply trying to support Feiying, but if anyone else is interested, you can have it for eleven hundred Spirit Stones. I won’t bid any further.”

His tone was casual, as if he didn’t care about the outcome.

His words, however, had the desired effect. The other bidders seemed to understand.

They had assumed the rivalry between Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu was intense, that Mu Zhi’an was bidding out of spite. But now they realized…

He might have been bidding against Ye Yu, but his true goal was to impress the beautiful auctioneer.

If it had been anyone else, they might have suspected that the shard held some hidden value.

But it was Mu Zhi’an, the notorious wastrel of Tianxuan City.

Even though his reputation had improved recently due to his heroic actions, it was difficult to erase years of prejudice.

Ye Yu, suppressing his anger, glared at the private room. “Why are you constantly targeting me, Young Master Mu?!” he demanded.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Young Master Ye. I’m not targeting you,” Mu Zhi’an replied casually. “This is an auction. If you can bid on something, so can I.”

“Are you saying no one is allowed to bid against you?”

He hated Ye Yu’s arrogant attitude.

Why couldn’t he bid on something Ye Yu wanted?

Did he have to back down? Was it wrong to compete?

Ye Yu, despite wanting to argue, knew he was in the wrong. He fell silent.

That bastard used me as a shield. Feiying, on stage, saw through Mu Zhi’an’s intentions.

He simply wanted the bronze shard. As for impressing her, It was a laughable excuse.

She glanced at the private room, then turned back to the crowd.

“Young Master Mu has bid one thousand Spirit Stones. Do I hear any further bids?”

She scanned the room, then, receiving no response, began the countdown.

The bronze shard went to Mu Zhi’an.

Various other treasures were presented, but Mu Zhi’an showed no interest.

He had come to the auction house to acquire herbs and discuss “bandit suppression” funding with Chairman Huang.

The bronze shard was an unexpected bonus.

After all, those seemingly ordinary items that the “protagonist” coveted were rarely ordinary.

As for its true value… he would figure that out later.

Chapter 30: The Deal

In a private room, the Chairman of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce sat leisurely, his attire luxurious, his face etched with the passage of time. He sipped tea, his demeanor calm and composed.

“Darling, where is this ‘important guest’ you mentioned? I need to attend the auction soon. Man’er is already waiting for me,” a beautiful woman said, massaging his shoulders. “This is the first time someone has stood you up, isn’t it?” Her tone was laced with annoyance.

She knew her husband placed great importance on this meeting, arriving at the auction house early in the morning to wait.

But nearly an hour had passed, and the “important guest” was still nowhere to be seen.

Chairman Huang chuckled, stroking his beard. “I didn’t make an appointment with him.”

“What?”

The woman stared at him, dumbfounded. “If you didn’t make an appointment, how do you know he’s coming?”

“He’ll come. It’s business,” Chairman Huang replied with a knowing smile. “It would be troublesome if he didn’t.”

His wife’s brow furrowed with worry. “Is this deal that important?”

He nodded. “Very important.”

“If he doesn’t come, I’ll make a fortune. And that worries me.”

“Worried about making money?” his wife repeated, confused.

Chairman Huang tapped his jade ring against the table. “There’s no such thing as easy money in this world. If I make a fortune now, I might have to pay a higher price later.”

“Free things aren’t always truly free.”

His wife nodded slowly, as if understanding, but not quite.

“Darling, it’s been over an hour. The auction is about to start. If I don’t leave now, Man’er will be upset,” she said.

“Let her be upset. You spoil her too much. That’s why she’s so reckless. One day, she’ll learn her lesson the hard way,” Chairman Huang frowned.

His tone was stern, but his expression softened as he thought of his daughter.

“Fine, go find Man’er. If he doesn’t show up, I’ll visit him myself in the next few days.”

He had no sons, only a daughter with his wife. They had doted on her since she was a child, spoiling her rotten.

His wife nodded and left the room.

Moments later, Feiying, clad in her red cheongsam, entered the room. “Chairman, the auction is about to begin.”

Chairman Huang rolled two smooth, round gemstone balls in his hand. “I know, but you usually handle these matters. There’s no need to consult me.”

He paused, then asked casually, “Is there something else?”

“The young master of the Mu family is here requesting an audience. He claims to be the ‘important guest’ you’re waiting for.”

Feiying hesitated, glancing at the Chairman, whose expression remained unreadable. “Shall I turn him away?”

“No. Go and host the auction.”

Chairman Huang set down the gemstone balls and chuckled, stroking his beard. “For an important guest, it’s only fitting that I greet him personally. We must show our sincerity.”

Feiying stared at him, surprised.

Then, she remembered the Mu family’s young master, his bold actions and his words.

Could it be… the Chairman’s “important guest” was truly that playboy from the Mu family?

She raised a hand to her lips, her eyes flickering.

…

Chairman Huang entered the private room and saw the young man sipping tea.

Mu Zhi’an looked up, smiling. “Uncle Huang.”

Chairman Huang smiled back and took a seat across from him.

A servant poured him a cup of tea, then discreetly retreated.

He dismissed the remaining servants, then took a sip of tea, a sigh escaping his lips. “Nephew Mu, I haven’t slept well these past few days.”

“If you’re having trouble sleeping, Uncle, I can ask Elder Ren to concoct some calming pills for you,” Mu Zhi’an said, his voice filled with concern.

“Thank you. Please convey my gratitude to Elder Ren,” Chairman Huang chuckled.

He paused, then sighed again. “But the key to a good night’s sleep isn’t medicine, Nephew Mu. It’s you.”

“Me?”

Chairman Huang nodded. “I was worried you saw me as an outsider. That’s why I couldn’t sleep.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “How could that be, Uncle? I’ve always considered you a close friend. That’s why I came to see you today.”

He got straight to the point. “You’ve heard about the black-robed man, haven’t you, Uncle? As long as he’s in Tianxuan City, none of us can rest easy.”

Chairman Huang nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Nephew Mu. We must get rid of him.”

He paused, then continued, “However, the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce is a relatively new establishment. Our foundation is weak. I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer. But if you need anything, just ask. I’ll do my best to help.”

It was always a pleasure dealing with smart people. Mu Zhi’an nodded. “Actually, I asked Feiying for some herbs earlier. They’re necessary for dealing with the black-robed man.”

Chairman Huang waved his hand dismissively. “Consider those herbs a gift, Nephew Mu. And I’ll provide you with some gold to cover the expenses of this operation.”

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “I don’t need gold, Uncle. But I do need some Spirit Stones.”

He glanced at the generous Chairman.

If gold and silver were the currency of the mortal realm, Spirit Stones were the currency of the cultivation world.

Unlike gold and silver, Spirit Stones could be refined and absorbed, providing cultivators with pure spiritual energy.

For cultivators, Spirit Stones were far more valuable than any earthly treasure.

Of course, gold and silver still had their uses. In the mortal realm, they were the only currency that mattered.

Chairman Huang’s eyes flickered. “Spirit Stones. How many do you need, Nephew Mu?”

“Fifty thousand,” Mu Zhi’an replied.

Normally, even disciples from large sects only received two or three thousand Spirit Stones as their monthly allowance. He’d estimated that fifty thousand was the most Chairman Huang would be willing to part with.

However, the Chairman shook his head.

“No, that’s not enough.”

He looked at Mu Zhi’an, his expression serious. “I’ll give you one hundred thousand.”

Mu Zhi’an was stunned.

He hadn’t expected this. The Chairman wasn’t haggling. He’d doubled the amount!

“The black-robed man isn’t worth that much,” Mu Zhi’an protested.

“But you are, Nephew Mu.”

Chairman Huang set down his teacup and smiled. “You know I’m a businessman. I have no interest in power struggles. As long as I can live comfortably, I’m content.”

“As for your disagreements with the Gongsun and Bai families, I have no interest in getting involved.”

He was saying, I’ll provide the funds, but don’t drag me into your squabbles. I just want to make money… Mu Zhi’an understood.

“There’s something I don’t understand, Uncle,” Mu Zhi’an said. “If you don’t want to get involved, why did you cooperate with the Gongsun family to target the Bai family?”

Chairman Huang shook his head. “I never resorted to violence against the Bai family. In our line of work, we call it a ‘business war.’”

Come to think of it, he’d never sent anyone to attack the Bai family. At least, according to the information he had, the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce had only focused on undermining the Bai family’s business in Tianxuan City. Mu Zhi’an thought to himself.

“I’ll have the Spirit Stones delivered to the Mu Manor shortly. I hope they’re of use,” Chairman Huang said with a smile.

“You’re a wise man, Uncle Huang,” Mu Zhi’an replied sincerely.

Chairman Huang laughed heartily, setting down his teacup.

“And you’re a smart one, Nephew Mu.”

They chatted for a while longer, then Chairman Huang said, “The auction is still going on. If you’re interested, you can watch from a private room. Feiying is hosting today.”

He knew Mu Zhi’an had been interested in Feiying in the past. And he didn’t want to offend her.

With her skills, she could easily find work at another auction house.

And more importantly, due to her connections, he couldn’t afford to retaliate if she left.

As a businessman, he prioritized profit. He wouldn’t act rashly if it meant jeopardizing his business.

The one hundred thousand Spirit Stones he’d given Mu Zhi’an and his cautious approach towards Feiying were both motivated by profit.

“Well, since I’m already here…” Mu Zhi’an nodded.

Chairman Huang smiled. “But be careful, Nephew Mu. Don’t do anything inappropriate to Feiying. If you cause trouble, I won’t be able to help you.”

After all, Feiying had a powerful older sister.

She was a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect.

And rumor had it she was already an inner disciple.

The Two Polarities Sect… That alone was a deterrent.

The sect’s elders wouldn’t intervene in mundane matters.

But being a disciple of the sect meant connections.

Offending Feiying could mean offending a lot of people. Chairman Huang was well aware of this.

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “I understand.”

He understood better than anyone.

Killing one person often meant making an enemy of many. Kill someone, and their father might seek revenge. Kill the father, and the grandfather might appear, followed by the great-grandfather, and even the ancestor.

Even in the world of cultivation, connections mattered.

Those protagonists who killed with impunity… they were Chosen Ones, blessed with immense destiny. They were difficult to kill.

In reality, if you killed someone far more powerful than you, you wouldn’t get away with it.

Led by a servant, Mu Zhi’an arrived at the auction floor and settled into a private room.

It was spacious and comfortable, a welcome respite from the noise and crowds outside.

However, as he sat down, something caught his eye.

Among the bidders on the auction floor, he saw a familiar face.

Ye Yu.

“What a coincidence”

Mu Zhi’an chuckled. Was he destined to clash with the protagonist?

It might be a coincidence, but it felt as if fate was constantly trying to pit Ye Yu against him, to elevate the protagonist at the expense of the supporting character.

On the stage, Feiying, her figure alluring in her red cheongsam, surveyed the crowd, her voice soft and seductive. “The next item is rather unique. It’s said to be a fragment of a weapon wielded by an ancient expert. While it might seem rusty now, perhaps a skilled craftsman could restore it to its former glory.”

Mu Zhi’an looked at the item on display. It was an ordinary-looking bronze shard, its surface etched with intricate patterns, but it was broken and tarnished.

The bidders lost interest.

If Feiying wasn’t the one hosting the auction, they would probably be demanding refunds.

They hadn’t come here to bid on junk.

“Starting bid: one hundred Spirit Stones.”

Silence met her words. No one raised a hand.

Feiying wasn’t surprised. She continued smiling at the crowd.

They didn’t understand the true value of this bronze shard… While it might look like scrap metal, according to her sources, it was indeed a fragment of a weapon wielded by an ancient expert.

One hundred Spirit Stones was practically giving it away. If someone could integrate this shard into a weapon, it would become a priceless treasure.

Even if it couldn’t be used, it was still a valuable collectible.

Unfortunately, no one in the room seemed to recognize its potential.

“One hundred and fifty Spirit Stones.”

A young man’s voice, calm and clear, broke the silence.

Feiying looked towards the source of the voice, her brow furrowed in surprise.

It was that cripple from the Ye family. She’d heard he’d reached the peak of Qi Condensation in just a few months. A true genius.

So, there was someone with discerning eyes… A hint of admiration flickered in her gaze.

Ye Yu, noticing her attention, felt a surge of pride. He maintained a calm facade, but his eyes burned with excitement as he stared at the bronze shard.

The old man slumbering within him had declared it to be a treasure. He had to obtain it.

Thankfully, no one else seemed to recognize its value. Otherwise, things would get complicated.

“One hundred and fifty Spirit Stones. Do I hear a higher bid?”

Feiying scanned the crowd, then continued, “One hundred and fifty Spirit Stones, once—”

“Five hundred Spirit Stones.”

A voice echoed from a private room.

The entire auction floor seemed to freeze. Ye Yu stared at the room, his jaw slack with shock.

Even without seeing the bidder’s face, he recognized the voice.

… Mu Zhi’an.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming charged with a strange tension.

The other bidders recognized the voice as well, their gazes turning towards Ye Yu, filled with knowing smiles.

It was no secret that Mu Zhi’an and Ye Yu were rivals. Mu Zhi’an was clearly bidding against him out of spite.

Him again. Ye Yu glared at the private room, his eyes burning with anger.

However, Mu Zhi’an, who was enjoying a cup of tea and a shoulder massage in his private room, was oblivious to the drama unfolding below.

Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.

He only needed to remember one thing.

Anything Ye Yu wanted was definitely a treasure.

 

 

 

Chapter 29: Freeloading Done Right 

As the leading power in Tianxuan City, the Mu family naturally had more experts than those known publicly.

Besides Wei Mengrou and Elder Ren, Mu Zhi’an’s parents were also Core Formation cultivators.

They had left Tianxuan City some time ago due to unforeseen circumstances, leaving Elder Ren in charge of the family affairs.

However, recently, Mu Zhi’an had been handling most of the family business. This was mainly because Elder Ren wanted to test him, to see if he was finally maturing.

While his past behavior had been disappointing, he’d shown signs of growth lately.

And even if he faltered, the Mu family had other trump cards to play.

One of their most powerful assets was the secluded elders.

Even Mu Zhi’an’s parents addressed them with respect.

Led by the spy, Mu Zhi’an walked down a winding path, arriving at a hidden chamber.

The spy discreetly retreated, disappearing into the shadows.

One of the most important rules for spies was to “never know too much.”

Longevity required a healthy dose of ignorance.

This place is creepy. Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, then spoke respectfully, “First Elder, you summoned me?”

Even he, despite growing up in the Mu family, had never met the First Elder. Rumor had it that the elder was ancient and spent most of his time slumbering, rarely involving himself in family matters.

Some had even assumed he was dead.

What could possibly have roused such a powerful being?

Even Mu Zhi’an was curious.

As he pondered this, a raspy voice echoed from within the chamber. “A solid foundation, yet your energy is weak and unstable. You frequent the pleasure quarters often, don’t you?”

How does he even know about the pleasure quarters… Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully. “Greetings, First Elder.”

“I’ve heard about the recent events in Tianxuan City,” the elder continued. “Your actions, protecting the innocent, show a good heart. However, be wary of your duel with Ye Yu.”

“To reach the peak of Qi Condensation in just a few months… that boy has a bright future.”

“Peak Qi Condensation?” Mu Zhi’an was surprised. “He’s already reached the peak?”

He remembered Wei Mengrou saying that Ye Yu was only at the seventh level a few days ago.

“With that… a few days is all it takes to reach the peak,” the elder sighed.

“There’s something within Ye Yu that’s accelerating his cultivation?” Mu Zhi’an asked, his eyes narrowing.

“I can’t be certain what’s within that Ye boy, but I know what that black-robed man who infiltrated the Mu Manor is after.”

The elder’s voice was low and grave. “Heavenly Dao Aura.”

Mu Zhi’an froze.

So that’s why Ye Yu’s cultivation was progressing so rapidly. The Heavenly Dao Aura would certainly explain it.

He’d read about the Heavenly Dao Aura in ancient texts. He knew what it was capable of.

But he was still confused. “First Elder, if that’s the case, why didn’t the black-robed man simply take the aura from Ye Yu? Why ask for our help?”

“Is he afraid of the experts in Tianxuan City? Or perhaps… he’s bound by some oath?”

“You’re quite perceptive,” the elder said, a hint of approval in his voice.

In the world of cultivation, oaths were serious matters. Breaking them could invite Heavenly Tribulation. However, if the task was delegated to someone else, the oath wouldn’t be broken.

The most likely reason the black-robed man hadn’t acted directly was that he was bound by an oath.

“Do you want me to stop him from obtaining the aura, First Elder? Or… do you want me to take his place?” Mu Zhi’an asked suddenly.

“I’m merely offering you a warning. The decision is yours.”

“However, that Ye Yu is destined for greatness. If possible, avoid making an enemy of him.”

The Heavenly Dao Aura was a rare treasure that only chose “Chosen Ones” with immense destiny as its host.

Those with great destiny were the ones who survived falls from cliffs, stumbled upon fortuitous encounters, escaped death even when pursued by enemies, and attracted the attention of beautiful women despite their average looks.

Mu Zhi’an chuckled, a strange feeling settling in his gut. “It’s a bit late for that.”

“Youngsters often forget their grudges as they mature. Befriending Ye Yu shouldn’t be difficult,” the elder said, his tone patient and understanding.

“His fiancée is currently spending the night at the Mu Manor,” Mu Zhi’an replied simply.

The First Elder: “…”

That boy actually managed to snag the Bai family’s precious pearl. The elder fell silent for a moment, then sighed. “Very well… You left the manor tonight, didn’t you? You went to the Two Polarities Sect?”

“Yes,” Mu Zhi’an confirmed.

“Elder Ren told me that you need the Beast King Vine to heal the Bai family patriarch. But that herb only grows within the Two Polarities Sect. Without the Bai family’s support, you need to be careful.”

“And focus on your cultivation. You can find all the Dao Companions and herbs you want once you enter the Two Polarities Sect.”

It was clear the elder was trying to steer him away from distractions, to focus on his training instead of women.

However, Mu Zhi’an hesitated, then said, “But… I found the Beast King Vine.”

He sensed a pause from within the chamber, then quickly explained.

“We encountered a fairy outside the Two Polarities Sect. She gave me a Beast King Vine. She said all she wanted in return was one of the pills I refine with it.”

The elder fell silent for a long moment, then finally spoke. “Relying on others is fine, but remember to cultivate your own strength.”

“I understand… But you see, First Elder, I have a weak stomach,” Mu Zhi’an replied, his tone respectful yet firm.

So, freeloading it is.

A sigh echoed from within the chamber. “You’re dismissed.”

He has talent, yet he chooses to freeload. How could Mu Dailang have fathered such a son?

The elder shook his head slowly.

He does have a bit of my youthful charm, though.

…

Near the center of Tianxuan City stood an elegant, traditional building.

A sign above the entrance proclaimed it to be the “Morning Glory Auction House.”

It was the largest auction house in Tianxuan City and one of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce’s most profitable businesses.

The next morning, Mu Zhi’an, escorted by Feiying, one of the auction house’s most skilled auctioneers, arrived at a spacious hall behind the main auction floor.

Feiying sat beside him in a red cheongsam that accentuated her alluring curves, her long legs crossed elegantly, her feet clad in embroidered shoes. She was a stunning beauty, a mole beneath her right eye adding to her charm.

In the past, some of the auction house’s items had fetched exorbitant prices thanks to passionate young men eager to win her favor.

However, none had succeeded in capturing her heart.

“Young Master Mu, what are you looking for today? I’ve prepared a private room for you. I’ll have someone escort you there shortly,” Feiying said with a charming smile, her eyes fixed on him.

Mu Zhi’an had once been one of those passionate young men, eager to impress her. He’d spent a fortune on useless trinkets at the auction house.

Auctioneers like Feiying loved clients like him.

It was only natural for her to offer him special treatment.

Some auctioneers even went a step further, fulfilling their wealthy clients’ special requests to secure their patronage.

However, someone of Feiying’s caliber didn’t need to resort to such tactics. Her skills as an auctioneer were enough to guarantee a steady stream of clients.

Mu Zhi’an pulled out a list and placed it on the table. “I won’t be attending the auction today, Feiying. Just prepare three portions of each herb on this list.”

Feiying picked up the list and scanned it.

The herbs weren’t particularly rare. Gathering them wouldn’t be a problem.

“Very well. I’ll have someone prepare them immediately,” she replied, nodding. Then, her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Are you sure you don’t want to browse the auction floor, Young Master Mu? I can offer you a special discount.”

She leaned towards him, her gaze seductive.

Mu Zhi’an looked up at her, feeling a wave of pressure wash over him.

In every sense of the word.

Cheongsams truly were the most flattering garments for women.

He wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer. “If that’s the discount you’re offering, Feiying, I’m definitely interested.”

Feiying, surprised by his boldness, didn’t react. She simply smiled at him. “This isn’t the place for such activities, Young Master Mu. Let go. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us.”

Mu Zhi’an chuckled. “You think I care about my reputation?”

He pulled her closer, enjoying her warmth.

A blush finally crept up Feiying’s cheeks. “You little rascal” she chided, her voice soft and alluring. “Let go.”

He released her and leisurely poured himself a cup of tea.

Feiying took a step back, glancing at him, her eyes narrowed slightly.

He seemed different. His demeanor had changed.

Could it be… those rumors about him standing up for justice were true?

The story of Mu Zhi’an protecting the young lady from Gongsun Zan’s assault had spread throughout Tianxuan City. Many had doubted its authenticity, even after the victim herself had confirmed it.

It couldn’t be helped. His reputation as a playboy was too deeply ingrained. People would sooner believe it would rain blood than believe he would act heroically.

Feiying had been one of the skeptics.

Because in the past, his gaze had always been filled with lust.

She’d assumed he would have joined Gongsun Zan in assaulting the servants, not stopped him.

But judging by his behavior today, the rumors might actually be true.

While he had been somewhat forward with her, his demeanor and tone were far more natural, lacking the usual sleaziness.

That confidence, that self-assuredness, was incredibly attractive.

However, now wasn’t the time for idle chatter or trying to figure out what had changed him.

She knew her priorities.

“Wait here. I’ll have someone prepare the herbs for you,” she said.

Mu Zhi’an nodded.

As she turned to leave, he spoke again. “By the way, is Chairman Huang at the auction house today?”

The Chairman?

Feiying paused, turning to look at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re looking for our Chairman?”

“It seems he is here,” Mu Zhi’an said, a knowing smile on his face.

Feiying nodded. “He’s here today. He said he was waiting for an important guest”

“Then please inform him that his guest has arrived,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a smile.

Feiying assumed he was joking. “Don’t be silly, Young Master Mu. I wouldn’t dare disturb the Chairman without a good reason.”

“Just wait here. I’ll bring you the herbs shortly.”

Mu Zhi’an set down his teacup. “I’m serious, Feiying.”

“Just tell Chairman Huang that I’m here. Whether he chooses to see me or not is up to him.”

Feiying studied him, her eyes narrowed.

He wasn’t joking. Could it be that the Chairman’s “important guest” was actually this young master from the Mu family?

Well, it wouldn’t hurt to inform the Chairman. She smiled, her expression turning seductive. “Very well, Young Master Mu. I’ll inform the Chairman. But I can’t guarantee he’ll come.”

Mu Zhi’an nodded, watching as she swayed out of the room, her figure captivating.

He wasn’t worried about Chairman Huang refusing to see him.

The Chairman was a smart man. He would definitely come.

The Gongsun family would provide manpower. The Mu family would deal with the black-robed man and also provide manpower.

Surely the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce wouldn’t sit this one out?

Eliminating rogue cultivators required funding.

And that funding couldn’t come from the Mu family.

Nor was it appropriate for the Gongsun family to bear the cost.

The Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, however, They were the perfect sponsor.

Chapter 28: Suppressing the Bandit

Ye Manor.

In the depths of the night, while most were soundly asleep, a single room remained illuminated by flickering candlelight.

Inside, a young man with delicate features slowly opened his eyes.

He circulated his spiritual energy, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

A triumphant smile spread across his face as he whispered, “Peak Qi Condensation!”

In just a few short months, he had gone from a cripple to the pinnacle of Qi Condensation.

His progress had astonished everyone in the Ye clan, from his cousins and parents to the elders. They all looked at him with newfound respect.

However, this time, he wouldn’t let his success go to his head.

His time as a “cripple” had tempered his once-impulsive nature, instilling a newfound calmness within him.

But that calmness shattered whenever he thought of Mu Zhi’an, replaced by a burning rage.

He had to defeat Mu Zhi’an. Only then could he truly soar. Ye Yu clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with determination.

“Reaching Foundation Establishment in two days might be impossible, but with my trump cards, even fighting someone a realm above me shouldn’t be a problem.”

Mu Zhi’an might be at Foundation Establishment, but years of indulging in pleasure had weakened him.

Despite his higher cultivation, his true strength was likely comparable to his own.

“Just you wait, Ruoxi,” Ye Yu thought to himself.

After he soundly defeated Mu Zhi’an in two days at the Dragon Head Forest, she would regret her decision.

Remembering the humiliation of being rejected at the Bai Manor, the way she had looked at Mu Zhi’an, the coldness she had shown him after all his efforts to win her over, a wave of jealousy washed over him.

He might be able to maintain a calm facade in front of others, but seeing the woman he loved favoring that playboy was a bitter pill to swallow.

But it would all be over soon…

With this… Tianxuan City was merely his starting point.

He looked at the “Heavenly Dao Aura” swirling in his hand, his eyes filled with confidence.

According to the old man residing within his body, the Heavenly Dao Aura was a fragment of energy left behind by an ascended cultivator.

Each aura possessed unique abilities.

His granted him the ability to constantly refine and absorb spiritual energy from his surroundings.

And by actively utilizing it, he could accelerate the refinement process, boosting his cultivation speed.

It was the Heavenly Dao Aura that had allowed him to reclaim his status as a genius within the Ye family.

Unfortunately, the old man was currently slumbering. He would only awaken once Ye Yu reached Foundation Establishment.

If the old man were awake, defeating Mu Zhi’an would be child’s play.

Ye Yu collected himself, sat cross-legged on his bed, and took out the Heavenly Dao Aura. Closing his eyes, he resumed his cultivation.

…

Meanwhile, back at the Mu Manor, Mu Zhi’an returned late at night. He handed the Beast King Vine to Wei Mengrou for safekeeping, instructing her to give it to Elder Ren in the morning.

As he was heading to his room, he saw Bai Ruoxi standing in the courtyard.

She stood bathed in moonlight, her fair skin glowing, her beauty ethereal.

The sadness in her eyes, the weight of her burdens, made her seem even more delicate and alluring.

In just a few days, her family had been struck by misfortune. Her mother was a suspected traitor, her father gravely injured, and she couldn’t even return home.

It was as if the weight of the world had fallen upon her slender shoulders, leaving her exhausted both physically and emotionally. She had lain awake in the unfamiliar bed, unable to sleep.

The Bai family had once been so prosperous.

She had walked the streets surrounded by admirers… Now, while some still sought her favor, jealous gossips whispered behind her back.

When they were wealthy, they had called her aloofness “refined elegance.” Now, they called it “pretentious” and “fake.”

In every era, there were those who reveled in the misfortune of others.

Seeing someone else succeed was more painful than experiencing their own failures… That was the nature of envy.

Bai Ruoxi, clad in her white dress, looked up at the moon, a sigh escaping her lips as she thought about everything that had happened.

She felt a warmth on her shoulders and turned to see a light blue cloak draped over her.

“Young Master Mu?” she gasped, surprised to see him standing behind her.

He smiled gently. “It’s getting cold. You should dress warmly.”

Bai Ruoxi looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness. “Thank you”

She hesitated, then added, “But Foundation Establishment cultivators can easily dispel chills with their spiritual energy”

Mu Zhi’an placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. He chuckled. “Don’t ruin the mood, Miss Bai.”

She fell silent.

Normally, she would have teased him back. But tonight, weighed down by her worries, she wasn’t in the mood for banter.

“I found the Beast King Vine,” Mu Zhi’an said suddenly.

Bai Ruoxi’s response was a distracted hum.

Then, realization dawned, and her eyes widened. She looked up at him. “What did you say?!”

The Beast King Vine was a rare herb that only grew near the Two Polarities Sect. She knew he had gone out, but she hadn’t expected him to search for the vine.

And he’d actually found it?!

“I’ve given it to Mengrou. We’ll go to the auction house tomorrow to gather the remaining ingredients. Then, Elder Ren can concoct the medicine for your father,” Mu Zhi’an continued.

Bai Ruoxi stared at him, her lips parted, her eyes blinking rapidly as she processed this information.

Finally, she seemed to recover. “Young Master Mu… is this… is this true?”

She looked up at him, her eyes, which had been dull with despair, now sparkling with hope. Her ample bosom heaved as she took a deep breath.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Why would I lie to you, Miss Bai?”

She stood there in silence for a moment, then a smile bloomed on her face. “You’re right. Forgive me. I was… overwhelmed.”

It was true. There was no reason for him to lie. The truth would be revealed tomorrow.

“Go get some rest, Miss Bai. We’ll head to the auction house early tomorrow. I need to gather a few more ingredients,” Mu Zhi’an said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

Bai Ruoxi nodded, fighting to contain her joy. She turned and headed towards her room.

She paused at the doorway and looked back at him, her expression sincere. “Thank you, Young Master Mu. I won’t forget this kindness. I’ll repay you, I promise.”

“I believe you, Miss Bai,” Mu Zhi’an replied, smiling.

He did believe her.

The last time she’d pleaded with him in the carriage, her tone had been laced with a hint of insincerity. But this time, she was genuine.

The reason was obvious. It was due to their interactions these past few days and the hardships she had endured.

At this point, the outcome of his duel with Ye Yu was irrelevant.

Ye Yu had already lost.

He might still be the protagonist… but Bai Ruoxi was no longer the female lead.

The focus now wasn’t on Ye Yu, but on…

“Bandit suppression.”

Suppressing the black-robed “bandit.”

As he watched Bai Ruoxi disappear into her room, Mu Zhi’an turned to leave.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

It was one of his spies.

“What is it?” Mu Zhi’an asked.

“Young Master, the First Elder requests your presence in the secret chamber,” the spy replied respectfully.

 

Chapter 27: Thanks for the Invite, Currently at the Two Polarities Sect, Just Got Off My Flying Sword

Lan Mulian paused, turning her head slightly to look at the young man behind her.

Her eyes, cold and clear as ice, widened in surprise. Her veil did little to conceal her delicate features. “It’s you?” she asked softly, her lips curving into a slight smile.

Their exchange was brief, their words cryptic to anyone else.

But Mu Zhi’an understood.

Her reaction to the phrase “run away from home” had been all the confirmation he needed.

However, he was still surprised. He hadn’t expected the crane’s owner to be a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect.

And judging by her demeanor, her status within the sect was quite high.

“You two must be from a prominent family in a nearby city,” Lan Mulian said. “What brings you here?”

The Two Polarities Sect stood facing the boundless World Sea. Beyond the sect’s territory lay hundreds of miles of untamed wilderness, leading to the legendary sea.

It was an endless expanse, a vast and unforgiving ocean. Even cultivators, flying without rest for days, couldn’t reach its end. Logically, they couldn’t be heading towards the World Sea.

Mu Zhi’an considered this for a moment, then decided to be honest. “We came here searching for a rare herb, Senior Sister. We heard that the Beast King Vine only grows near the Two Polarities Sect.”

“The Beast King Vine?” Lan Mulian’s brow furrowed slightly. “What do you need it for? The Beast King Vine is used to concoct medicine for those with severe injuries. Is someone in your family ill?”

Mu Zhi’an sighed. “It’s a long story, but the Beast King Vine is very important to me.”

He looked at her. “Senior Sister, do you know where we can find it?”

“I’m not your Senior Sister,” Lan Mulian replied, her voice cool and distant. Her white dress billowed around her, lending her an air of untouchable beauty.

She was like an ethereal fairy from a painting.

“And I don’t know where to find the Beast King Vine.”

Wei Mengrou, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. “Let’s go, Young Master.”

“Wait a moment.”

Mu Zhi’an lowered his voice, addressing Wei Mengrou, then turned back to Lan Mulian, a smile on his face. “Senior Sister, I have a friend who has been agonizing for a week, writing about wanting to leave her family. But she’s all talk and no action… Does that ring a bell?”

Lan Mulian twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her gaze downcast. “I don’t know anyone like that,” she replied indifferently.

After a moment of silence, she glanced at Mu Zhi’an, then sighed softly. “May I know your name, Young Master?”

“Mu Zhi’an.”

Lan Mulian nodded slightly. “Young Master Mu, I can give you the Beast King Vine. However, may I ask… have you been busy lately?”

She’s upset that I didn’t reply… Mu Zhi’an realized.

He sighed. “Actually, a close relative of mine has been gravely ill. I’ve been busy taking care of him. I finally had some free time tonight and rushed home. The first thing I did was check my study, hoping to reply to your message as soon as possible. I didn’t want you to worry.”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him, her lips twitching slightly.

He might have been busy, but he hadn’t forgotten to reply. He’d simply… forgotten.

So, he was busy tending to a sick relative… Lan Mulian’s eyes flickered. She closed her eyes briefly, her consciousness scanning the ring on her finger. She retrieved a small, intricately crafted box.

A storage ring…

And a high-grade one at that… Mu Zhi’an observed, his mind racing.

Storage rings, capable of holding objects, were valuable treasures. However, with the Mu family’s wealth, obtaining one wasn’t a problem.

But judging by how long she’d taken to find the box, her ring must contain a vast collection of treasures.

Lan Mulian tossed the box to Mu Zhi’an.

He caught it and opened it. A strong medicinal fragrance wafted out, and he saw a thick root, as wide as a teacup, its surface marked with intricate patterns that vaguely resembled the character for “King.”

It was the Beast King Vine.

He looked up at Lan Mulian, who still had a cool and indifferent expression. “There’s no need for thanks, Young Master Mu,” she said. “Just give me one of the pills you refine with it.”

A single Beast King Vine of this size could produce an entire batch of medicine. She was practically giving it away… Mu Zhi’an was certain she was wealthy.

Immortal Sister, I don’t want to work hard anymore… “Thank you, Senior Sister,” he said, nodding gratefully.

Lan Mulian nodded. “Which city are you from?”

“Tianxuan City.”

“Very well.” She paused. “If there’s nothing else, you should head back. Lingering near the sect for too long might lead to misunderstandings.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “We’ll leave now, Senior Sister. Would you like to accompany us back to Tianxuan City?”

Lan Mulian hesitated, then shook her head. “Perhaps in a few days.”

“By the way, Senior Sister, what’s your name?” Mu Zhi’an asked suddenly.

Lan Mulian turned her head slightly, a smile gracing her lips for the first time. “You’ll find out when we meet again.”

Her voice was like melting ice, clear and melodious. Her eyes, visible beneath her veil, twinkled with amusement.

She adjusted her moon-white dress, revealing her delicate feet clad in embroidered boots, then gracefully stepped onto her cloud.

She was tall and slender, her figure captivating. Even without seeing her face, her silhouette alone was enough to spark the imagination. It was clear she was a breathtaking beauty.

If a high-ranking disciple of the Two Polarities Sect descended upon Tianxuan City, it would surely cause a sensation.

Mu Zhi’an watched as she disappeared into the distance, a wistful sigh escaping his lips. He turned to Wei Mengrou, plopping down on the sword. “Let’s go home, Mengrou.”

Wei Mengrou nodded and guided the sword towards Tianxuan City.

The wind whipped through her hair, her dress clinging to her curves, outlining her alluring figure.

“What’s the plan now?” she asked.

Mu Zhi’an looked at her, his fingers tracing the patterns on the box containing the Beast King Vine. “With this, the remaining ingredients can be easily obtained at the auction house. We have the characters, the setting, and the events.”

He smiled. “Now, all we need is to assemble the cast and let the show begin.”