Chapter - 275 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

# Chapter 285: It Turns Out They Are the Protagonists While those in the Dao Integration realm rarely act lightly, it doesn't mean they can be ignored. After all, if you anger such an existence, even with the shackles of worldly rules, they will still step forth to suppress external threats. Therefore, having a Dao Integration expert greatly elevates the standing of their faction. As someone at this level, though Gong Lian Yue never spoke to the Qing Emperor, they were aware of each other's existence. After all, both the Sword Palace and Yaochi Holy Land were among the top-ranking powers in the past. They had always remained indifferent to one another, drinking from separate wells. Yet now, friction has arisen because of Mu Zhian... In a sense, Mu Zhian, this 'fated female protagonist,' can indeed be considered a beauty of troubled times. Gong Lian Yue's gaze fell on Mu Zhian, and the golden light sword behind her transformed into nine blades of light, fanning out like a spread, emitting a terrifying aura. Yao Meng smiled serenely, seeming full of confidence. Behind her, a trace of azure light emerged from the Pure World Green Lotus, exuding a peaceful aura. This seemingly tranquil green lotus caused many Dao Integration experts headaches in the past. The Pure World Green Lotus can directly seal others’ spiritual energy, a method truly fearsome. Yet, the sword blades behind Gong Lian Yue can become a hundred and eight light blades. If they were to battle, the outcome would still be uncertain. Mu Zhian understood that the Sword Palace Master and the Qing Emperor are both very forceful individuals. The Qing Emperor seems like an ethereal fairy—approachable and gentle yet hard to get close to, and possibly has a penchant for taking away things others cherish. The Sword Palace Master is a person of great possessiveness. Along with Yao Meng's prior 'provocation,' this situation has unfolded. Now caught between the two women, he feels both at a high and low... Whatever he says will certainly be wrong. If it were just one of them, Mu Zhian could whisper sweet nothings and maneuver the situation... But now, it's clear that this approach won't work. Rather, he can't even use telepathy now. After all, who knows if these two great beings have the means to block telepathy. Feeling both of their gazes on him, Mu Zhian discreetly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then, he opened his mouth slightly, ready to speak. At that moment, Yao Meng seemed to notice something, instinctively turning her head towards Wei Mengrou beside her, her brows slightly furrowed. Mu Zhian followed Yao Meng's gaze and saw Wei Mengrou, dressed in a yellow gown, holding a peach blossom from the black box, her pupils unfocused as if dazed. Black mist from the peach blossom enveloped her entirely. Within the black mist, it seemed one could vaguely hear the heavy clattering of chains. "What sound is that?" Mu Zhian asked instinctively. Gong Lian Yue's focus also shifted to Wei Mengrou, her eyes flickering slightly. The peach blossom in Wei Mengrou's hand seemed peculiar. Inside the bloom was something special which now adhered to Wei Mengrou. "Sister Mengrou...?" Mu Zhian called out, staring at Wei Mengrou’s slender silhouette, feeling something amiss. The black mist enveloping Wei Mengrou seemed denser than before. Yet she didn't seem to hear Mu Zhian; she just stared at the peach blossom in her hand, her expression somewhat dazed. As Mu Zhian was about to speak, he suddenly heard a voice near his ear. - I miss you. No... it wasn't a voice by his ear, but rather a sound that appeared directly in his mind! I want to see you... I want to see you so badly... The voice echoed gently, repeatedly, in Mu Zhian's mind. At this moment, Yao Meng's soft lips parted, her pleasant, melodic voice gently resonating beneath the pavilion. "Since you are alive, why not appear in your true form?" As her words fell, azure ripples undulated on the ground beneath where Yao Meng stood. The voice in Mu Zhian’s head was severed instantly. Wei Mengrou’s demeanor grew slightly more lucid as she slowly looked up. Black mist swirled densely around her, and within it, one could faintly hear the collision of chains. "...Sister Mengrou?" Mu Zhian tentatively called, yet still felt an indescribable oddity. This woman clearly wasn't Wei Mengrou, but some presence from the black box! Yet this presence seemed particularly weak. Yao Meng’s gaze sharpened slightly as she softly spoke, "As expected, the original sorceress... However, the consciousness attached to her host has long been worn down by time; this should be merely a lingering obsession." The peach blossom in the black box contained the original sorceress's lingering will, now residing in Wei Mengrou, perhaps attempting to fulfill a wish from her lifetime. Mu Zhian’s heart stirred, his gaze settling on the handmaid in the yellow dress before him. A will weathered by time, resurfacing millennia later, its purpose to convey its longing to someone dear... When this will fades, perhaps there won’t be an original sorceress left in existence. This thought inevitably brought a sense of melancholy to Mu Zhian, and he gazed upon Wei Mengrou with increasing sympathy. Though unsure why Wei Mengrou was linked to the original sorceress, it seemed the original sorceress bore them no malice. Once the obsession concludes, the remnant soul bound to Wei Mengrou will likely vanish entirely. At this moment, Yao Meng's delicate brows knitted slightly as she observed the 'original sorceress' stride towards Mu Zhian. For some reason, she found the scene eerily familiar. Gong Lian Yue slightly narrowed her radiant eyes, staring at Wei Mengrou, the light blades behind her subtly quivering, ready to unleash at any moment. She could tell that the original sorceress's lingering will in the black box was drawn to Mu Zhian! But what does the original sorceress intend to do...? At this moment, both female emperors fixated on Wei Mengrou, their eyes filled with suspicion. Under their gaze, Wei Mengrou finally reached Mu Zhian. She lifted her flawless and exquisite face, looking into Mu Zhian's eyes, seemingly with a hint of nostalgia. "Finally, I've met you." Her soft voice held a touch of reminiscence. "Senior recognizes me—" Before Mu Zhian could finish his words, Wei Mengrou had already placed a hand on the back of his head. Then, under the wide-eyed gaze of Mu Zhian, amidst Yao Meng and Gong Lian Yue's astonishment, she gently tilted her head and pressed her cool, soft lips against his. Only the sound of the northern wind swirling through snowflakes lingered in the pavilion. # Chapter 268: Love You, Love You, Love You, Always Loved You The original sorceress, although once a ruler of the world sea, never truly governed it. Only after quelling chaos did the myriad forces of the world sea willingly acknowledge her as its sovereign. The reason being, firstly, the persistent unrest across the nine states. While the world sea remained untouched due to its terrain, worries still lingered. With a Dao Integration expert overseeing the world sea, there would no longer be any concerns. Though Dao Integration experts across the nine states may not know each other, they’ve at least heard of each other's names. Neither Yao Meng nor Gong Lian Yue has ever seen the original sorceress. Forget the people of the Eastern Continent—even those of the world sea have never seen her face. For she vanished mysteriously after just a few years in the world sea. In later generations, people depicted her as a statue based on her attire, standing solemnly in the port city at the center of the world sea. Though called a sorceress, the people revered her as a deity; even enemies would become well-behaved within that port city. The city is enshrouded with a unique mystic law, suppressing any present to the first level of the Spirit Refinement realm. Many believe this mystic law is the original sorceress's parting gift to the world sea. Whether the original sorceress still exists remains unknown, but her lingering will from the black box, merely wishing to kiss someone... is ludicrous to many. No one anticipated such an abrupt act—who would think that the original sorceress who once united the world sea and halted wars would, after attaching to Wei Mengrou, kiss Mu Zhian in front of two female emperors? Even Yao Meng and Gong Lian Yue were caught off guard, leaving Mu Zhian’s mind in a chaotic jumble. He appreciated beauty, sure; but with the original sorceress’s sudden breach of decorum, he was momentarily bewildered. Then another thought emerged: Mengrou's lips are so fragrant and soft... The touch was cool with a sweet, light scent, akin to touching an ice cube mixed with an aroma so delightful it made him want to savor it more. Mu Zhian’s hand hovered behind Wei Mengrou’s back, tempted to embrace her slender waist and appreciate the softness of the maid’s figure. But then, he felt a cold shiver at the base of his spine—a chilling sensation like a prickling threat. Without needing to turn, he realized what it was. Crap... Is Sister Mengrou trying to get me killed?! Mu Zhian, while enjoying Wei Mengrou’s warm softness, simultaneously broke into a cold sweat. No, this wasn’t Sister Mengrou, but the original sorceress’s lingering will... Why this will acted so was unclear. For now, maintaining control was crucial... Mu Zhian placed his half-suspended hands on Wei Mengrou’s shoulders, gently pushing her away. With a serious expression, he said with dignity, “Senior, please control yourself.” I’m a married man; this intimacy isn’t right. If you want to do this, can’t it be when no one else is around? However, at that moment, a chain’s heavy clink sounded in his ear. He looked towards the sound. The clinking came from the black mist around Wei Mengrou! Clang! A chain stretched out from the mist, silently binding Mu Zhian’s right hand, and the other end tightly wrapped around Wei Mengrou’s delicate, snowy wrist. Her pale wrist, enveloped by chains lost in the black mist, framed her as her hair cascaded around, her head lifting, softly loving yet dark eyes locking onto Mu Zhian’s, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. “Missed you so much.” A sweet, gentle, and melodious voice suddenly filled Mu Zhian’s mind. “Love you, love you, love you... I’ve always loved you...” More chains seemed ready to emerge from the black fog, their clinking incessant and alarming. —Binding you and me together forever, never to part. That voice echoed repeatedly in Mu Zhian’s mind as the black fog writhed around Wei Mengrou. Just then, the Pure World Green Lotus glowed softly. Its azure light enveloped Mu Zhian and the original sorceress, like sunlight piercing through darkness, dispersing the black fog in its path, releasing its hold on Mu Zhian’s wrist. The original sorceress looked down at the chains on her wrist, a moment of daze, before slowly turning to look. Yao Meng stood poised in her light gown, the fabric clinging to her ethereal form. Her icy jade-like skin, veiled by mist, exuded a touch of heavenly allure, as though she descended from the heavens themselves. While the original sorceress was engulfed by mystery, Yao Meng, though potentially prone to taking what others valued, didn’t appreciate being cuckolded, especially having witnessed the sorceress kissing Mu Zhian. Expressionless, Yao Meng said, “Though I do not know your past, he is not the one you’re searching for, original sorceress.” From the black mist, chains emerged again. Clang! A golden light sword pierced through, pinning a chain to the ground. Gong Lian Yue, making a hand-seal gesture, summoned two more blades of light, nailing the chains into the ground forcefully. Usually indifferent to affairs unless affecting her directly, the earlier intimate act of the original sorceress wasn't just aimed at Yao Meng; it included the Sword Palace Master too. To have performed such a bold action, kissing Mu Zhian in front of two female emperors—only the original sorceress would dare such an act. "Thank you, seniors," Mu Zhian immediately expressed his gratitude, clarifying his stance. ---