301 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

**Web Novel Fanfiction Portal** **Search** **Fanfiction Categories** - Completed Fanfiction - Ongoing Fanfiction - Rankings **Homepage > Fanfiction Novels > So, They're the Main Characters** --- **Chapter 301: "So, They're the Main Characters"** **Author: ccc** Who would have thought that one day, he would see Sister Meng Rou shy... Mu Zhi'an couldn't help but chuckle to himself, feeling a peculiar sense of delight. Even though Wei Mengrou was being proactive to protect her young master, a kiss was a kiss, and her reaction was simply delightful with just a mere glance. Admiring the maid's exquisite, blushing cheeks, Mu Zhi'an let his hand slowly glide down her slender waist. Wei Mengrou shot him an icy glare, saying nothing. Mistaking her silence as compliance, Mu Zhi'an grew bolder, intending to touch her thigh within the enveloping black mist. Suddenly, he felt a chill from behind, an inexplicable coldness. Instinctively, he glanced sideways. With the strength of a practiced cultivator and enhanced perception from his innate spiritual body, Mu Zhi'an's vision and hearing far surpassed the norm, allowing him to vaguely make out distant figures. Just a short distance away on the mountain ridge stood Bai Ruoxi in her palace gown, softly gazing in his direction, accompanied by Ye Lingxuan, who also stared silently his way. Lan Mulian, her face veiled, stood nearby. Though her expression was hidden, Lan Feiying regarded him with a teasing smile. Logically, under the shroud of black mist, no one should be able to perceive their actions here— Mu Zhi'an's mind momentarily blanked as he stared at the dissipating black mist, then turned in shock to Wei Mengrou. "...Where’s the black mist?" Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhi'an with disdain, transmitting, with a tone of schadenfreude, "The tribulation has largely passed and weakened. We don’t need the black mist, so I removed it prematurely." Mu Zhi'an: "..." Are you that eager to see your young master fall?! Detecting the icy stares from afar, even the once gentle Bai Ruoxi seemed so indifferent, sending a chill through Mu Zhi'an’s heart. Earlier, he had dared to act so audaciously because the black mist obscured them, ensuring the outside world remained oblivious to their actions. But unbeknownst to him, Wei Mengrou had removed the black mist... While Wei Mengrou’s initial kiss might be justified as 'forced by circumstances,' Mu Zhi'an's subsequent advances could not be easily explained. This maid in the yellow dress truly had no understanding of her young master’s needs... Should the opportunity arise in the future, she must feel the discipline of a firm hand! As Mu Zhi'an was lost in existential contemplation, he suddenly heard a soft, teasing voice, "Young Master Mu, you do have a knack for handling situations. If I recall correctly, Miss Wei used to treat you quite coldly, yet today she hugged you right after her tribulation. Truly impressive." Huang Manting's voice. What’s her deal, transmitting from such a distance? Mu Zhi'an looked towards the crowd curiously, but couldn't spot Huang Manting anywhere. Quickly regaining his composure, Mu Zhi'an naturally withdrew his hand from Wei Mengrou, attempting to maintain his upright image in front of the other girls. ...Though it might already be too late. While Young Master Mu was in quite the predicament on one hand, elsewhere, there was a dramatically different atmosphere unfolding. Boom! The thunder dragon descended from the skies, its destructive aura saturating the entire area, with dust and wreckage blanketing the valley below. Ye Yu narrowly avoided a strike from the thunder dragon, gasping heavily as he looked up, pleading internally, "Teacher, it’s up to you now!" "Rest assured, though challenging, we can withstand this tribulation." The elderly voice was filled with reluctant resolve. He had prepared to intervene and seize the Heavenly Dao’s essence if absolutely necessary, for in the Martial Realm, even if he possessed Ye Yu, no one would realize. Once possessed, no one could compete with Ye Yu for the Heavenly Dao’s essence, not in the short term. Who would have expected, though? Someone unafraid of convention stepped in alone, confronting nearly twenty cultivators of the same realm, dragging them into a mutual destruction crisis with the heavenly tribulation. "Mu Zhi'an probably never expected that using such underhanded tactics wouldn't result in my disqualification. Once he sees I've passed the Martial Realm’s examination, who knows what he'd think," Ye Yu chuckled to himself in bitter amusement. Besides him, who else could survive this ravaging tribulation? For he was Heaven’s chosen, the ‘protagonist’! Surely, Mu Zhi'an must’ve been obliterated within the tribulation’s fury, expelled from the Martial Realm. The Inner Gate disciple of the Library Pavilion, failing the Martial Realm's examination... What a disgrace, and not just for Mu Zhi'an — the Library Pavilion would also be criticized, including Yan Ruyu’s past judgment. Amid his thoughts, aided by his ‘teacher,’ Ye Yu snuck a glance at where Mu Zhi'an had just been. This glance left him frozen, staring at the young man who casually held Wei Mengrou by the waist. The thunder dragon seemed to pass by them, ignoring Mu Zhi'an and Wei Mengrou entirely, and moved towards him instead! "Impossible?!" Ye Yu almost cried out, his face a portrait of astonishment. In that moment, his worldview was upturned, leaving him filled with bewildered disbelief. Everyone faced the trials of the tribulation, so why was Mu Zhi'an able to flirt with his maid amidst it, while the rest suffered through it? Was he not afraid of being struck by lightning?! Meanwhile, another individual was also risking everything to withstand the tribulation. He was the Southern Wasteland's Sacred Son, possessing techniques to obscure Heavenly Will. Although he couldn’t fully evade the tribulation, he could mitigate its divine wrath somewhat. Yet even so, Ning Qiti looked thoroughly battered, his clothes in tatters and his hair singed while smoke rose from it. As if sensing Mu Zhi'an’s gaze, he glanced over. There, his expression solidified. This very sight threatened to shatter Ning Qiti's rationality, leaving him staring blankly. The instigator of this tribulation wasn't struck by lightning; instead, he was cozying up to his maid within it?! Boom! Another thunder dragon struck down. Caught off-guard, Ning Qiti hurriedly raised his arms in defense but was still charred, reduced to impotent rage. "Serves you right!" Some cultivators watched with glee, clapping at Ning Qiti’s discomfiture. Weren’t you the Sacred Son of the Southern Wasteland? Didn’t you claim invincibility? Yet you’re now pushed to this state by an inner disciple from the Duality Sect — dare you still boast of being unbeatable? How could you have invited disdain in the Duality Sect earlier? There was already some animosity between the Eastern Continent and the Southern Wasteland due to the Green Emperor incident, and Ning Qiti’s arrogance only added fuel to the fire. Witnessing his plight now was cathartic for the onlookers. After a quarter hour... The vegetation within the tribulation zone turned entirely blackened, with most cultivators heavily injured, transported out of the Martial Realm by jade slips. The entire world seemed to fall into silence as the essence of the Heavenly Dao gently rotated above, radiating a dark glow. Wei Mengrou reached out, and under envious eyes, the essence descended into her palm. Though this scene made many covetous, a glance at Lan Mulian and others quelled any rash impulses. The essence of the Heavenly Dao was precious, yet if Lan Mulian indicated otherwise, any move would be met by her opposition. Nobody wished to antagonize Lan Mulian here. The essence was vital, but so was the ability to claim it. As the crowd began preparing to depart by sword, many noticed those regarded as the strongest contenders of the Ascension Conference heading towards the now-leveled tribulation zone. Several cultivators exchanged glances, seeing a meaningful spark in each other's eyes. It seemed that while Wei Mengrou and Mu Zhi'an's tribulation had concluded, another ‘tribulation,’ more terrifying, was brewing... --- **Chapter 281: The Misfortune Physique, Wei Mengrou! 1W** As some cultivators lingered, anticipating a spectacle, Ye Yu took advantage of the chaos, using the old master's power to flee the tribulation zone. Ning Qiti and even the Western Territory's Pure Zen Monk weren’t so fortunate. With indefatigable thunder dragons striking down, no matter how talented, they couldn’t hope to evade such a tribulation. Mu Zhi'an rose with difficulty, facing Ye Lingxuan approaching, embodying the actor’s poise needed, he smiled, "Lingxuan, when did you arrive?" Ye Lingxuan gazed at Mu Zhi'an with a playful smile, "Mu Brother, you were just looking at us, weren’t you? Surely you noticed us long before; why ask now?" Mu Zhi'an: "..." Can’t we just have a pleasant conversation, Lingxuan? Lan Mulian’s gaze was calm as she looked toward Wei Mengrou, asking, "Are you close to the Nascent Transformation stage?" The maid nodded slightly. "I look forward to the upcoming Ascension Conference," Lan Mulian smiled radiantly, brightening the dreary sky. "I never expected even Senior Sister to participate in this Ascension Conference," Mu Zhi'an remarked with a touch of sentiment. Lan Feiying glanced playfully at her sister, hinting with a sly smile, "Sister must be here for something rather important, I assume." Ye Lingxuan, hearing this, casually looked toward the sultry and seductive figure of the elder sister. "Is it for the three imperial-level herbs?" "Or perhaps, is it for..." "Just to test my current strength," Lan Mulian calmly interjected, seemingly unfazed by her sister's teasing. Mu Zhi'an couldn't help but smile at the scene, "Senior Sister and Sister Feiying seem to have a great relationship." With a charming smile, Lan Feiying responded, "Of course, though we haven't met often in the past, my sister and I share the same Lan family blood." Her tone shifted as she continued, "By the way, what exactly is your relationship with Miss Wei? Master and servant?" The atmosphere suddenly grew tense. Mu Zhi'an's heart skipped a beat, noticing Lan Feiying’s eyes narrowing with a sort of mischievous delight, as she continued, "Or... perhaps, are you Dao companions?" With her words, both Ye Qian and Ye Lingxuan's gazes turned to Mu Zhi'an. Lan Mulian maintained her composed demeanor, while Lan Feiying had that look of someone delighting in stirring trouble. Ye Lingxuan quipped with a sweet smile, "Sister Mengrou might have acted to save Mu Brother, but what Mu Brother thinks... that's another story." Her gaze at Mu Zhi'an was laden with deeper meaning. Clang! Just then, a golden light flickered in the distance, drawing everyone’s attention subconsciously towards it. Mu Zhi'an felt a sense of relief wash over him as he glanced upwards, witnessing two cultivators locked in fierce combat high in the sky. Among them was Bai Ruoxi. She wore a flowing white dress, with three golden light swords hovering behind her, one of which streaked toward Wang Teng. Facing her, Wang Teng snorted, a golden manifestation unfurling silently behind him. "Miss Bai, you might want to get serious. These light swords of yours are troublesome, but three simply won’t suffice. Maybe if you could summon more than ten, you might hinder me a bit." He punched forward, the force overwhelming! Below, the cultivators couldn't help but murmur, their eyes filled with awe as they watched Wang Teng. "This Wang Teng truly possesses the makings of Dao integration, his presence completely overpowers Bai Ruoxi." "The Wang family from the Eastern Continent once produced a Dao integration realm master; their profound techniques are unmatchable by ordinary cultivators." "But this female cultivator's beauty is truly exceptional..." remarked one cultivator earnestly. "Are you worried about Ruoxi, Brother Mu?" asked Ye Lingxuan, tilting her head. Mu Zhi'an shook his head, "She hasn't gone all-out yet." The Sword Palace Master could summon over a hundred light swords. While Bai Ruoxi wasn't summoning that many now, dozens were within her capability. The power of the Sword Palace's technique grew stronger the longer the battle raged; Bai Ruoxi hadn’t even begun to warm up. As expected, upon hearing Wang Teng's taunt, Bai Ruoxi glanced coldly at him with a dark, profound gaze. She then nodded slightly, "Very well." With those words, a milky white light emanated from her chest, as she drew from it a dark gold sword, black with golden patterns, and struck down with it! The remaining two light swords behind her disappeared, one by one. Wang Teng's manifestation took a step forward, raising a hand to block the blow! Boom! The ground trembled, yet he showed no inclination to retreat, instead, he laughed heartily, "Marvelous, again!" Bai Ruoxi remained unfazed, striking once more. 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