293 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Chapter 293 of "Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists" By: ccc At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind. Wei Mengrou instinctively turned her head and caught sight of a beauty dressed in a blue long dress, standing gracefully in the midst of the winter snow. Her feet were on a flying sword, and her gaze was fixed in Wei Mengrou's direction. It was Tang Sufei, the Saintess of the World Sea, with whom they had interacted before. "What a coincidence. I didn't expect you and I to be assigned to the same area." Tang Sufei smiled as she rode her sword toward Wei Mengrou, greeting her proactively. Wei Mengrou nodded slightly, "It is indeed a coincidence." Tang Sufei seemed accustomed to Wei Mengrou’s cold demeanor. With a calm smile, she said, "Are you looking for Young Master Mu?" "If you don't mind, shall we travel together for now? As you can see, some of the cultivators entering the Martial World are already collaborating in secret. If alone, one might very well be ganged up against." Tang Sufei extended the invitation. "I also wish to ask Young Master Mu about the black casket issue from that day." Tang Sufei continued. The black casket... Wei Mengrou's eyes flickered slightly, as if recalling something. She lightly nodded her head, accepting Tang Sufei's invitation. Despite her aloofness, the maid knew that it was best to cooperate with others in such a place, as it could prevent unnecessary troubles. The two stood on their swords, searching for the exit of this area amidst the wind and snow. Tang Sufei glanced casually at Wei Mengrou, suddenly speaking, "There’s something I've been curious about for a while..." "Feel free to ask," Wei Mengrou replied, eyes fixed ahead. "Why would Miss Wei willingly become Young Master Mu's maid? It’s not that I doubt Young Master Mu's abilities, it just seems strange to me. With your skills, I imagine even the Two-Yi Sect would value you highly. Why become someone else's maid?" As Tang Sufei asked, her flying speed slowed significantly, her gaze focused on Wei Mengrou. Wei Mengrou's flying speed subtly decreased. Gazing at the swirling snow ahead, she said calmly, "He is far more impressive than you imagine." She paused briefly before continuing, "Besides, though I am called a maid, he has never forced me to do anything against my will." Tang Sufei gave Wei Mengrou a meaningful look, then suddenly smiled brightly, "Does Miss Wei like Young Master Mu?" Wei Mengrou cast a faint glance at the smiling Saintess of the World Sea, "Does the Saintess of the World Sea usually show such interest in matters of the heart?" She paused, said nonchalantly, "I have no interest in someone who is indecisive." Knowing Wei Mengrou didn’t want to dwell on this topic, Tang Sufei took a brief look at her slightly furrowed brow and smiled, "In this Immortal Ascension event, if you win, what do you plan to do with those three imperial-grade herbs?" It seemed Wei Mengrou thought of something, her lips curving slightly, "I’ll decide when I win." "I still have quite a lot of things I want him to do." Mu Zhian thought asking Wei Mengrou for assistance was the safest bet; after all, she had indeed helped him many times before. However, he probably didn’t anticipate that this seemingly gentle maid actually aspired to take more control. He...? Tang Sufei tilted her head slightly, questioning in her thoughts. But Wei Mengrou provided no explanation, and naturally, Tang Sufei didn’t continue to probe. They flew on towards the end of this area, and almost unconsciously, Wei Mengrou’s gaze landed on a patch of black mist not far ahead. "This black mist seems like South Barbarian secret art... perhaps concealing heaven’s secrets," Tang Sufei frowned slightly. But why would the South Barbarian secret art’s black mist appear in the Martial World? Wei Mengrou’s eyes moved slightly, silently gazing at the black mist ahead. Within the mist, there was a sense of familiarity... After brief hesitation, Wei Mengrou's slender hand instinctively touched the bronze fragment at her chest, then she sped towards the direction of the black mist. Tang Sufei hesitated a bit, then chased after her. Upon entering the black mist, they saw the source that sparked it. It was a floating black object in mid-air, enveloped by mist and disguised the celestial clues, obscuring its true shape. After a brief gaze, both had the same thought arise in their minds: —The black casket! ... Mu Zhian looked towards the massive palace and the woman in black robes striding towards the throne in her black boots. "Who would have thought such a vast cave could be hidden within the black casket... The skills of a Great Master in Union Daos Realm are truly unimaginable." Mu Zhian marveled inwardly. Although he had met several beings in the Union Daos Realm, some were absorbed in their own affairs, some enigmatic, and others for personal reasons he preferred not to provoke. The only Union Daos in action he had witnessed was Yao Meng, and at that time, she was merely a spirit, her spiritual qi in her body derived from him. After Yao Meng’s recovery, there had been little opportunity for confrontation. Who would intentionally provoke a Union Daos Realm, after all? Therefore, this method of compressing a cave into a small black casket was something Mu Zhian was seeing for the first time. His attention soon shifted to the original witch. While her face remained obscured, her gracefully perfect figure suggested she was a beauty of the highest order. Yet, her form-fitting black robe also added layers of mystery to her. Normally, Mu Zhian might have been drawn to such mystery and perhaps even pursued it, yet here, under these circumstances, his feelings toward the original witch were more wary. The original witch seated on the throne, gazed down at Mu Zhian, a sweet smile on her face, "Here, we can finally chat freely." "From what you're saying, is someone eavesdropping on us in the Martial World?" Mu Zhian asked casually, probing for information. "Naturally." The original witch’s response made Mu Zhian pause for a moment. "Within this mist that conceals heaven, there’s no need to worry about eavesdropping." As she spoke, her eyes softened as she looked at Mu Zhian, "Come and sit. I won't harm you." Mu Zhian joked, "We’re strangers. Words like these only fool inexperienced young boys." The original witch tilted her head slightly, confused, "You don’t believe me?" Mu Zhian also tilted his head, staring at her, "You know about my personal interface and even the Chaos Body?" The implication was clear: I’ll consider trusting you if you explain this first. The original witch smiled gently. "Indeed, I know." "Because your personal interface is bestowed by me." Chapter 275: I Was Here First A personal interface granted to someone else? Upon hearing the original witch's words, the first thought in Mu Zhian's mind was 'absurd.' However, since she knew about the 'personal interface,' if it was indeed her gift… it wasn't impossible. But if the original witch spoke the truth… if this personal interface was truly given by her, what exactly did she intend? Mu Zhian looked up at the black-robed woman not far ahead, asking, "Since you’re telling me this, you must know what I’m going to ask?” "Of course." The original witch tilted her head slightly, smiling at Mu Zhian, "I’d find it odd if you didn’t ask." Mu Zhian hesitated briefly, "Why did you leave the personal interface with me?" "Because I've always loved you, regardless of time passing and circumstances, my love for you remains." Her calm and tender tone made the statement seem ordinary. "Have we ever met?" Mu Zhian instinctively asked. If such a stunning beauty harbored feelings for him, how could he not have even the slightest impression? Or could it be she mistook him for someone else? "I haven't confused you with someone else. You are indeed the one I seek." The original witch seemed to read Mu Zhian’s thoughts and replied promptly. Her tone had suddenly become so somber, causing Mu Zhian some guilt, as if he’d wrongly stepped over some unseen line. After a brief reflection, he asked, "How did you grant me this personal interface?" "It inherently has the ability to transfer to others; it just depends if one is willing," the original witch explained. Under Mu Zhian's astonished gaze, she gently removed her hood, revealing an exquisite face with silver-white hair softly cascading over her shoulders. Most memorable were her eyes, possessing a gentle, fragile allure that conveyed a delicate temperament at first glance. In a serene tone, she stated, "I am both a reincarnator and a transmigrator. The personal interface you speak of was originally my 'golden finger,' so naturally, I know how to pass it on to someone else." A transmigrator... and a reincarnator...? What exactly is the origin of this Original Witch? Mu Zhian suppressed his inner turmoil and inquired, "Since you are a transmigrator, it seems you weren’t originally from the Nine Provinces?" "The Nine Provinces is vast, but it is merely a part of this galaxy," the Original Witch said, her lips curving into a breathtaking smile. She raised a finger, and in the next moment, Mu Zhian found himself by her side. The Original Witch lifted her hand, gently touching Mu Zhian's face, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. Then, extending her arms as though cradling a newborn, she tenderly embraced Mu Zhian to her bosom. A special, subtle fragrance drifted into his nose, and despite the fabric barrier, the soft warmth was intoxicating. Ordinarily, Mu Zhian might have enjoyed such a tender embrace, but sniffing the distinctive scent of the Original Witch, he instinctively closed his eyes. For some reason, it evoked a profound sense of nostalgia. I have smelled a similar scent before... and very recently. This thought flitted across Mu Zhian's mind. The Original Witch, gazing tenderly down at the young man, gently combed her fingers through his hair. Looking into the distance, she whispered, "In the starfield I mentioned earlier lies the blue planet you know well." "In reality, there are about two or three ancestors of ancient forces in the Nine Provinces who may also have been transmigrators. They left their world when it entered a period of spiritual decline, bringing their people to the Nine Provinces." "And it is for a similar reason that I came to the Nine Provinces." So, in the Nine Provinces, being a transmigrator isn’t all that rare. At least I’m not the first… Mu Zhian hesitated slightly, then asked, "If the personal interface is your 'golden finger,' why pass it on to me?" "It’s useless to me, but very beneficial for you. Surely, you've gained many advantages from it?" the Original Witch smiled. Mu Zhian remained silent. The titles and enhancements from the personal interface had indeed accumulated, vastly increasing his strength and making him the first and rarest Chaos Body. But if the personal interface was truly bestowed by the Original Witch, what exactly was her intention? "Why are you helping me like this?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked, though he had already guessed the answer. "I’ve always loved you," the Original Witch said as though it were a matter of course. While I know I’m quite handsome, it couldn't have been love at first sight… Mu Zhian looked at her, "Why?" "I don’t know." This response momentarily stunned Mu Zhian. "The current me isn’t even a remnant soul and can’t recall why I liked you," the Original Witch spoke softly. At present, the Original Witch has no emotions; her affection for Mu Zhian stems from a lingering attachment. The exact reason remains elusive to her. Mu Zhian seemed to sense her despondency and chose to stay silent. In this silence, with an even tone, the Original Witch continued, "But there’s a voice in my heart continually reminding me that the person I love is you." "So... I will keep loving you endlessly, until the day I am truly reborn, and then we can be together forever." She embraced Mu Zhian with a sweet smile, as though already daydreaming of their potential future. "Will my innate cauldron help you?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked. "Innate cauldrons only affect spiritual senses. What remains of me in the Martial World is merely an attachment. Entering your innate cauldron would still result in my disappearance," the Original Witch shook her head slowly. Upon hearing this, Mu Zhian couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret. Yao Meng had been able to reside in his innate cauldron because she retained a thread of spiritual sense. The Original Witch before him, however, was solely an attachment. What sustained this attachment through the millennia, lingering to this day, was him. If what the Original Witch said were true, doesn’t it mean... that he had known her long ago?