316 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

**Fanfiction Novel Network** Search Fanfiction Novels Complete Fanfiction Serialized Fanfiction Rankings Home > Fanfiction Novels > Turns Out, They Are the Main Characters Chapter 316 Author: ccc In the secluded courtyard, Elder Nanhuang glared menacingly at the Nanhuang Holy Son standing before him—covered in dirt and dust. Frustration boiled over, resulting in a torrent of scolding aimed at Nikati. Though defiant internally, a loss was still a loss, and at this moment, Nikati had no grounds for rebuttal. He just felt a sense of profound grievance. Who could have foreseen Mu Zhian behaving so recklessly, dragging nearly twenty people down with him in destruction? Even at the cost of falling from his realm, he didn't care... Who could handle such a person? "Facing a tribulation involving more than ten people, nobody could succeed," Nikati could only muster the courage to respond. On a chair nearby, Regina, in her alluring red dress, golden hair flowing down her back, sat with crossed legs, toying with a strand of hair, looking down at Nikati. "More than that, I am intrigued by what you just mentioned." "You said that during the thunder tribulation, Mu Zhian's maid used some mist akin to the secret arts of Nanhuang, which protected Mu Zhian and even scared off the grand master of the Grand Dynasty?" "The subsequent events were spread by practitioners in the martial world, so the information might not be completely reliable," Nikati explained. He had been shattered by the tribulation, and if not for the jade slip's protection, he might not have survived. Naturally, he didn't know what happened afterward. "A mist similar to Nanhuang's secret arts..." Regina repeated softly, her eyes narrowing as she lightly tapped the table, falling into deep thought. The secret arts of Nanhuang were supposed to be closely guarded, yet why did something similar appear with Wei Mengrou? She had indeed traded with Mu Zhian, but it's impossible for Mu Zhian to impart the Nanhuang arts to someone else. Wei Mengrou's abyssal mist couldn't have come from Mu Zhian. "In the past, I heard the secret arts of Nanhuang originated from East Continent. It was only later that three deities discovered one in a chaotic treasure land and refined it, creating the current peculiar mist." Elder Nanhuang frowned slightly, "Could it be the maid obtained another form of the Nanhuang secret arts?" At this moment, a servant dressed in black appeared silently at the edge of their vision. "What is it?" Regina asked. "The Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the World Sea just left Nanhuan and are heading towards the Glazed Hall," the servant respectfully replied. Glazed Hall? Elder Nanhuang and Nikati both showed signs of concern. They knew that this time, World Sea's visit to East Continent had purposes beyond the Ascension Ceremony, with their true goal being the Primeval Witch. Over the years, World Sea had been quite active, which naturally caught the attention of Nanhuang. Logically, the Holy Son and Holy Daughter should be participating in martial assessments. Why rush to the Glazed Hall? Who are they going to see? For some reason, Regina thought of a name. "I seem to have another reason to seek him," Regina chuckled, standing as if ready to leave. "Are you going out, Miss?" the elder asked. Regina nodded slightly, "I need to prepare something." "What are you preparing...?" The elder frowned. Regina turned her head, giving a delightful smile, "Naturally, preparation for a proposal." "After all, I can't let others get ahead of me." --- Tianhe Courtyard. While outside brewed with tempestuous currents, at this moment, Mu Zhian was still in shock and delight over the unexpected 'addition of a great white shark to his koi pond'. After delight came bewilderment and confusion. Anyone able to open the black box must have relations with the Primeval Witch, acknowledged by her. Of those known, only three could open it—Mu Zhian, Wei Mengrou, and the Primeval Witch beside him. Who could have placed the paper crane inside the box unnoticed? Additionally, when was it placed there? The Primeval Witch also seemed perplexed, softly musing, "Logically, only I and those I acknowledge can open this black box... yet someone placed a crane and peach blossom inside?" "Besides me and Sister Mengrou, is there anyone else who can open this box? Perhaps using some secret technique to unlock it?" Mu Zhian asked. The Primeval Witch shook her head slowly, "If someone forcefully used a secret technique to open it, the inner world would be destroyed. Everything inside would be gone." She paused, continuing, "However... my maid and I are just manifestations of the Primeval Witch's will. Perhaps it was another will that placed the crane?" Mu Zhian caught onto the key phrase and looked upwards, "There are three wills?" If so, it might explain why this Primeval Witch was unaware of the paper crane. Because perhaps it was another will of the Primeval Witch that placed the items. But these methods of the Primeval Witch seemed incredibly extravagant—not only understanding the arts of cloaking destiny but also rewriting time, allowing life to begin anew, even dividing her will thrice. "Sister Mengrou's pendant seems to contain special black mist, do you know what it is?" Mu Zhian inquired. "The bronze pendant contains inscrutable destiny-concealing secret arts, among which are the Nanhuang's secrets," the Primeval Witch revealed the truth. Mu Zhian was slightly startled. No wonder the mists were so similar; they both derived from the same destiny-concealing secret art. Could it be that in the past, the Primeval Witch also visited Nanhuang? Just who is the Primeval Witch, mastering so many arts... Mu Zhian stared at the mysterious beauty beside him with a black hood obscuring her features, marveling in his heart. At this time, a subtle ripple shook through the formation around the courtyard, capturing Mu Zhian's attention. He looked up, raising an eyebrow with interest, murmuring, "They've arrived so quickly?" "Are they here for you?" the Primeval Witch asked. Mu Zhian shook his head gently, smiling, "I'm just a bonus." "You're the one they truly wish to see." The Primeval Witch hugged Mu Zhian's arm, speaking softly, "I only want to stay here, nowhere else." With that, she slightly leaned her head on his shoulder, appearing like any ordinary girl. If I were to say, "If you won't go, I will," would she lock me away... Mu Zhian mused silently, looking at the serene face beneath the hood. However, given the disparity in their power, he refrained from saying it, not willing to take such a risk. He might have no recollection of any past incidents with her, but that didn't stop him from liking her. Firstly, her affection was palpable; secondly... she was exceptionally beautiful. After all, the Primeval Witch was indeed Wei Mengrou. Liking his own maid posed no issue. Whether due to his thoughts or not, he felt a shift in the nearby woman's fragrance, and her once tender embrace seemed different from the previous Primeval Witch. Turning slightly, he noticed at some point the Primeval Witch had resumed Wei Mengrou's form. Wei Mengrou opened her eyes slowly, sensing Mu Zhian's warm gaze, realizing she still clung to him, her eyes flashed with slight embarrassment before she quickly released his arm. Unperturbed, Mu Zhian smiled and asked, "Has she left?" Wei Mengrou nodded softly, "Her will is faint and cannot sustain this body for long, or she risks vanishing permanently." Mu Zhian's eyes flickered, "What happens if her will disappears?" "She would likely vanish completely." The earlier embarrassment fading away, Wei Mengrou looked at Mu Zhian with a mixture of emotions, "Even so, she wanted to see you." "Is your will different from hers?" Mu Zhian asked suddenly. If Wei Mengrou and that will are both aspects of the Primeval Witch, does that mean she too risks disappearing one day? Wei Mengrou shook her head gently, "Strictly speaking, I am not merely a will and am the Primeval Witch's primary self, so I will not vanish." "But as for her..." Although Wei Mengrou didn't continue, Mu Zhian understood the answer. Even within Wei Mengrou's body, the Primeval Witch's will would eventually fade. A longing from the past, a will deeply in love with him, destined to fade away from this world… Even knowing this, she still wishes to see him one last time. Although Mu Zhian doesn't fully understand this kind of emotion, he feels a touch of melancholy. "Isn't there a way to help her?" Mu Zhian asked. Wei Mengrou shook her head and replied softly, "A will isn't like a spirit; it can't be nurtured, so..." Mu Zhian was silent for a moment, then said, "In the past, a mere strand of Yao Meng's fading spirit could be revitalized. I refuse to believe there's no way for her." He had never seen his innate cauldron's nurturing powers fail. It could quickly refine even imperial-level herbs. In the past, it relentlessly nurtured Yao Meng’s spirit, to the point that after she reshaped her immortal body, she would occasionally return to draw on its aura, draining it entirely. On the whole, aside from constantly snatching Mu Zhian's fortuitous encounters, the innate cauldron was quite beneficial. Since Yao Meng's spirit could be nurtured, the Primeval Witch's will should be able to as well. It's just that the method hasn’t been found… At least that's what Mu Zhian thought. "The next time she appears, we'll try bringing her into my innate cauldron," Mu Zhian suggested. Wei Mengrou shook her head, "Impossible, if her will were to leave my body, it would vanish immediately." "Unless..." Wei Mengrou trailed off. "Unless what?" Mu Zhian pressed. The maid stared down, her eyes on her ample bosom, her fair complexion tinged with a blush, giving her an alluring softness absent from her usual aloof demeanor. After a long hesitation, she spoke, "Nothing... Don't we have guests? Shouldn't you see to them?" Sister Mengrou's reaction was quite intriguing... Mu Zhian cast a meaningful glance at Wei Mengrou's blushing visage, then redirected his attention outdoors. "True, since we have guests, it's only right we attend to them." --- The Glazed Hall. In the past, the Primeval Witch visited Nanhuang and the World Sea. She left behind a grand secret technique in Nanhuang and later united the World Sea. Practitioners there revered her as a goddess. In reality, whether in Nanhuang or the World Sea, those versed in cultivation were familiar with the Primeval Witch, though many in Nanhuang were unaware that what they called the 'Nanhuang secret art' was her legacy. Regardless, Regina had always intended to invite Mu Zhian to Nanhuang for some time. Now learning that individuals from the World Sea had made the first move, she was not willing to simply accept this. Mu Zhian stepped out of Tianhe Courtyard and indeed saw the Holy Maiden from Nanhuang and Tang Sufi with her. "What a coincidence, all three of you arriving together. Is there something you needed?" Mu Zhian asked, his gaze inadvertently capturing the captivating figure of Regina for a fleeting moment before discreetly shifting away. Although delicate in appearance, her attire was quite alluring, a stark contrast bound to capture any man's attention. But as a distinguished keeper of his own 'pond', Mu Zhian prided himself on his self-control. He wouldn't gaze at one beauty in the presence of another for too long. His focus soon returned to the World Sea's Holy Daughter, and he smiled, "Miss Tang, many thanks for your assistance in the martial world." "If not for you, my maid might not have endured until my arrival." He spoke with genuine gratitude. So far, this duo from World Sea left a favorable impression on him—more refined than many descendants from so-called ancient families, who held their noses aloft as they assessed people. Tang Sufi smiled gently, "I didn't help much, you came just in time." Observing the two conversing, Regina raised an eyebrow and laughed, "If only I had been in your area, I could've lent a hand back then." Regina's tone was sincere, as if she truly regretted not being there. Her original plan was to aid Mu Zhian within the martial world, ensuring he passed its trials. After all, with Mu Zhian at the fourth tier of Spirit Refining, he wasn't particularly powerful among the martial world's prodigies and was bound to face difficulties. Helping him at such a time would surely earn his appreciation and attention. Unfortunately, she never encountered him inside. Instead, she heard he'd left the martial world, prompting her to leave early. For a talent like the Holy Maiden of Nanhuang, securing a top ten position in the martial trials was irrelevant, the contests merely an opportunity for self-refinement. Tang Sufi's smile lingered, "It did work out this time. Though Miss Regina wasn't present, the Nanhuang Holy Son did have some run-ins with Mu Zhian..." Her underlying message warned Mu Zhian: Nanhuang's intentions might not all be benign, so don't trust them too much. They were previous collaborators, but anyone could see Regina had her sights set on Mu Zhian... In seeking his favor, they were now rivals. Regina smiled lightly, "Nikati and I are both from Nanhuang, yet we share no connection... When he sought me at the teahouse, I made it clear, and Mu Zhian was present in that instance." Her gaze lingered warmly on Mu Zhian.