300 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Fanfiction Novel Network Search Fanfiction Novels Complete Fanfiction Serialized Fanfiction Rankings Home > Fanfiction Novels > So, They Are the True Protagonists So, They Are the True Protagonists Chapter 300 Author: CCC Mu Zhian was naturally oblivious to the conversation happening nearby. He currently had no mental bandwidth to think about such things. A thunder dragon hovered in the sky, with flakes of lightning swirling around, emitting an aura of death. It flew with a slowness that paradoxically seemed graceful, as if preparing for a ritual to claim life. Boom! Finally, the thunder dragon descended from the heavens, wrapped in a black aura, hurtling towards Mu Zhian. Is this the tribulation of nearly twenty cultivators? This power far exceeds the Refining Spirit Realm... Mu Zhian took a deep breath, drew his sword once more, infused it with spiritual energy, and struck at the thunder dragon! The sword strike, imbued with the power of the stars, was calm yet carried an overwhelmingly violent energy, colliding with the thunder dragon. The power of the thunder dragon was indeed weakened by the Lone Star Sword, but the dragon's force had surpassed the Refining Spirit Realm by far. As it closed in, Mu Zhian even found his spiritual energy becoming difficult to circulate. No wonder so many cultivators fall during tribulations… If the tribulation can even restrict the flow of spiritual energy, how many can truly succeed in overcoming it? The brilliance of the Lone Star Sword was completely swallowed by the thunder dragon. Cries of pain from cultivators echoed around him; Mu Zhian turned his head to see Nigati and others being devoured by the dragon before they could even mount a defense. Ye Yu seemed to have his elder's spirit possess him at a critical moment, barely fending off the thunder dragon. However, it was futile. In the sky, a second thunder dragon began to stir. No one could escape this tribulation. Looks like I really need to prepare myself for marriage... Mu Zhian smiled wryly. But if one life can save a group, it's worth it. He let go of the black sword, spread his arms, and fell straight from the sky! The entire sky unfolded fully within Mu Zhian's sight: snowflakes, tribulation clouds, the cold wind, and the terrifying dragon lunging towards him. Tilting his head slightly, he vaguely saw Ye Lingxuan and the others in the distance. Although it was not very clear, Mu Zhian could sense their eyes fixed tightly on him. "Is this what it means to lose the battle but win in life...?" Mu Zhian joked to himself, surprisingly able to laugh at such a moment. He slowly closed his eyes. Not far away, Lan Feiying had just arrived, silently watching the scene unfold. Ye Lingxuan's eyes held a trace of worry, though she hid it well. With the jade slip drawn by the sect master, it would fend off a fatal blow at the key moment and then eject the cultivator from the martial world. Though it's a pity Brother Mu couldn't attend the Ascension Conference, we'll just have to comfort him properly later. And perhaps... deal with that nuisance Wang Teng. Each girl reacted differently, but at this moment, their eyes were all anxiously fixed on Mu Zhian. In the crowd, Huang Manting's eyes flickered with a hint of allure, silently watching the scene. Mu Zhian vaguely sensed a familiar fragrant scent and opened his eyes slowly. It was Wei Mengrou, who had already passed her tribulation. She emitted a dense black mist, moving through the air towards him with great speed. Her yellow dress clung to her slender figure due to the cold wind, and her usually cold gaze now held a touch of urgency. ...Can this at least raise Sister Mengrou's favorability? Mu Zhian internally quipped. Looking at it this way, it might just be worth it. He was about to close his eyes again when, in the next instant, Wei Mengrou's figure was already within arm's reach. Mu Zhian was momentarily stunned, not expecting Wei Mengrou to arrive so swiftly. Then, under Mu Zhian's dazed stare, and in front of countless bewildered eyes, Wei Mengrou wrapped one hand around the back of his head, lowered her head slightly, and gazed into his eyes with her clear eyes, which seemed to glisten with a touch of moisture. She slowly leaned down and kissed Mu Zhian's lips. Boom! It was as if a thunderbolt struck the minds of the surrounding girls, even the ever-dominant Ye Lingxuan's mind went blank for a moment, dumbfounded at what unfolded before her. The entire world seemed to fall silent; the tribulation seemed to overlook Mu Zhian and Wei Mengrou. The dragon simply redirected its attention to the other cultivators undergoing tribulations. Around Wei Mengrou, a small protective circle seemed to have formed, with no lightning striking their vicinity! Mu Zhian stared dazedly at the maid so close to him, her face slightly flushed from the kiss was an enchanting mix of cold elegance and alluring charm. In this moment, an absurd idea flashed through his mind. Did she just shield us from the tribulation...? Chapter 280 Mu Zhian, the Ability to Retry! 4.5K Silent stillness. Although the external world was filled with the deafening roar of thunder, within the circle centered around Wei Mengrou, there was not even a whisper of sound. The black mist enveloped them, obscuring them from the outside world's gaze. Amidst the thunderous tribulation, thunder dragons roared continuously, yet Mu Zhian heard no thunder, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Wei Mengrou's impossibly beautiful, cold face. Wei Mengrou, seeming unaccustomed to such a stare from Mu Zhian, shifted her gaze subtly, her eyes flickering slightly. This small gesture, however, emboldened Mu Zhian greatly. He wrapped his arms around Wei Mengrou's slender waist and then, changing from passive to active, kissed her back. In that moment, only one thought occupied Mu Zhian's mind. So fragrant, so soft... so sweet. Just as Mu Zhian was immersed in this tender moment, a cold voice from Wei Mengrou echoed in his mind: "If you don't want to die, calm down and don't move around." Her gaze cold and indifferent fixed on Mu Zhian, but deep within her haughty eyes lay a subtle hint of shyness. "Did Sister Mengrou pass her tribulation smoothly?" Mu Zhian asked through their telepathic link. Wei Mengrou affirmed with a soft "um." Then, suddenly aware of Mu Zhian's somewhat inappropriate behavior, her face turned frosty, and she coldly communicated, "Do you want to be struck by lightning?" Apparently, indulging in Sister Mengrou's lips isn't an option... Mu Zhian felt a trace of regret. After serving for so many years, Mu Zhian understood precisely what kind of person Wei Mengrou was. After all, who would disregard everything to kiss their master in the middle of a tribulation field? Especially not someone as proud as Wei Mengrou. It was obvious; their ability to avoid the tribulation's attack was due to Wei Mengrou's kiss just now. Though not entirely sure how it worked, a cold, proud maid willing to embrace—something about it seemed peculiar. "How did you shield us from the tribulation?" Mu Zhian asked through telepathy. As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted to Wei Mengrou, who was sitting with her legs to the side. He couldn't help but glance from her full, prominent chest downward. Probably since she hurried over to rescue Mu Zhian, her clothes seemed slightly disheveled, the hem slightly lifted by the cold wind, revealing her long, alluring legs, smooth and tender like white jade amidst the dim tribulation. Of all the girls Mu Zhian knew, Wei Mengrou's legs had the most perfect golden ratio, which is why he was always so fixated on having her dressed in black or white stockings. Of course, the main reason had always been the charm of a 'maid.' Wei Mengrou obviously noticed her master's intense gaze, feeling a bit speechless. Here they were in the midst of tribulation, yet he didn't seem the least bit anxious, instead finding the opportunity to appreciate someone else...? As these thoughts swirled in her mind, Wei Mengrou explained through telepathy, "A stream of black spiritual energy entered my body earlier, and after that, as you know, I went through my tribulation. After overcoming it, I seem to have gained the ability to conceal from the heavens." Black spiritual energy? Mu Zhian's mind couldn't help but recall the matter of the Primeval Witch. When the Primeval Witch's obsession vanished, it supposedly turned into a stream of black spiritual energy... He had initially assumed it dissipated, but now it seemed it had entered Sister Mengrou? But why would the Primeval Witch choose Wei Mengrou? Also, the black box left by the Primeval Witch seemed to react to Sister Mengrou at the time... Thoughts fluttered through Mu Zhian's mind like fleeting shadows, contemplating the Primeval Witch's enigma while embracing the scent of the maid's lips. Suddenly, another thought struck him, and he looked at Wei Mengrou with incredulity. "You said you gained the ability to conceal from the heavens after surpassing your tribulation—does that mean you've reached the Return to Void Realm?" Refining Spirit, Return to Void, with each major advancement comes a new ability. Wei Mengrou's first ability was 'concealment,' and her second, astonishingly, was 'concealment from the heavens'?! Come to think of it, these two abilities seem to share similarities... Concealment hides one's aura, and the second ability, too, is a form of 'concealment.' Only now, this concealment obscures one’s existence, making it so that the heavens cannot perceive them! Wei Mengrou calmly replied, "I haven't reached the Return to Void Realm; I'm just at the ninth tier of the Refining Spirit Realm. I merely comprehended a bit of the Return to Void Realm's essence during the tribulation." Mu Zhian understood slightly. Then, feeling the soft body in his arms, he suddenly asked through their telepathic link, "But what does this have to do with us kissing right now?" His gaze was intense as he looked at Wei Mengrou. "Could it be that Sister Mengrou herself...?" The maid shot him a disdainful look. "The range of concealing from the heavens is limited, and I need someone else's spiritual energy to extend it to others." Someone else's spiritual energy... Mu Zhian came to a sudden realization. No wonder Mengrou acted so boldly earlier... Ding... A faint sound seemed to come from his personal interface. With one arm still around Wei Mengrou, Mu Zhian used the other to open his personal interface, glancing at it sideways. Amidst many titles, a new one had appeared. The title's border was black, and the text within was gold. [Witch's Body] Could this be the title left by the Primeval Witch...? Mu Zhian clicked on the description of the Witch's Body. Witch's Body: Born as the main protagonist of fate, every ten years you have a chance to restart life from the beginning—save the current record, reload the save. Current usage count: 1. Mu Zhian stared blankly at the description, then suddenly shivered, feeling a chill run down his spine. Reload the save...? Does that mean, even after the Primeval Witch died, she could start over? No wonder she was a reincarnator... This ability is beyond absurd. Boom! The roar of the thunder dragon suddenly echoed in his ears, pulling Mu Zhian back to reality. Closing the personal interface, he noticed Wei Mengrou staring at him in confusion and communicated through the link, "Sister Mengrou, what's wrong?" "What was that just now?" Wei Mengrou asked telepathically. Mu Zhian: "?" "Didn't you just open something strange out of nowhere? There seemed to be a lot of text on it. What was that?" Wei Mengrou asked. Mu Zhian: "..." "You can see my personal interface?!" Mu Zhian looked at Wei Mengrou as if he'd seen a ghost. Wei Mengrou frowned slightly. "It's so obvious; anyone normal should be able to see it, right?" Clearly, normal people shouldn't be able to see Mu Zhian's personal interface. Yet the maid could... It seems there's still a huge secret hidden within Sister Mengrou... Mu Zhian quietly adjusted his emotions, trying to keep calm. In any case, the current environment was not exactly suitable for casual conversation. He would have to ask Mengrou more about it once they returned. With that thought, Mu Zhian refocused his attention on Wei Mengrou. "How much longer do we have to stay like this?" Mu Zhian inquired telepathically, enjoying the fragrance of Wei Mengrou's alluring lips. Wei Mengrou's usually indifferent voice carried an inexplicable undertone: "Until... until the tribulation ends." Clearly, no matter how cold she usually was, the intimate setting and actions made Wei Mengrou somewhat uncomfortable. Chapter Navigation: First Chapter / Previous Chapter 300/718 Next Chapter / Last Chapter Table of Contents Previous: No One Knows Being a Villain Better Than Me Next: Cross-Anime: Transforming into a Superhero from the Start Recommended Reading! Wuxia: Infinite Blood Qi Point, Invincible Town Jianghu I, Quasi-Immortal Emperor, Slept for Ages, Join the Chat One Piece: Summoning Thunder God, Creamy Slice Severs Kaido Three-Body Problem: I Am an Insect, an Insect of the Swarm! 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