317 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Web Novel Fanfiction Hub Search Fanfiction Novels Complete Fanfiction Ongoing Fanfiction Ranking List Home > Fanfiction Novels > Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists Chapter 317 Author: ccc Mu Zhian comprehended the other party's intentions, smiling as he said, "Don't just stand at the door, you three. Please come in and have a seat." After inviting the three into Tianhe Garden, Mu Zhian engaged in light, pleasant conversation with them. Despite the outward rapport, he skillfully avoided their subtle invitations, casually steering the conversation away each time. As the discussion neared its end, Tang Sufei sincerely extended another invitation, "Young Master Mu, I've discussed this with the elders. If you decide to come to World Sea after the Ascension Conference, you'll receive far more resources for cultivation than you do now." Gu Hua, with a hint of jest, added, "World Sea is teeming with talented people and exceptional female cultivators. Perhaps Young Master Mu will find his better half here." It is said that regions by the sea indeed have more beauties... A slight stir flickered in Mu Zhian’s heart, but he maintained a reserved and helpless smile, saying, "I understand—I’ll give it some thought." He appeared somewhat troubled. Tang Sufei glanced at Gu Hua, her eyes seemingly conveying: See? He’s not the same kind of person as you. Gu Hua found himself speechless, utterly stumped. What is this Saintess thinking? If Mu Zhian truly is some innocent young man, how could he be ambiguously involved with Ling Xuan and still maintain a close relationship with another beauty? From all appearances, he seems to be just like Gu Hua—a womanizer. He's quite the actor... Gu Hua smiled, transmitting his voice, "Young Master Mu, that's rather unfair. We are genuinely inviting you to World Sea." "Are the beautiful female cultivators real too?" Mu Zhian asked silently, sipping his tea with composure. I knew it! Gu Hua shouted inwardly, wanting nothing more than to expose Mu Zhian’s private message. He transmitted back, "They are real, of course... but Young Master Mu, you put on quite an act. Clearly, you have quite a few close female friends, yet you portray the image of an innocent youth." "Ling Xuan is merely my sister, and Senior Sister is just my Senior Sister... Brother Gu, you're mistaken." Mu Zhian shook his head, transmitting back. "So, in that case, there's no problem if I pursue Miss Ye later?" Gu Hua teased, transmitting with a slightly challenging tone. "She wouldn't be interested in someone at the same level, and those stronger than her are typically too old. You've got no chance." Mu Zhian replied calmly, all while chatting amicably with Rejena and Tang Sufei. The Saint Son from World Sea said nothing further. Although they do indeed need Mu Zhian—more accurately, they need the maid by Mu Zhian’s side to return to World Sea—this confident tone of his didn’t sit well with him. As the Saint Son of World Sea, hasn't he encountered all kinds of girls? There's never been a beauty who could say no to him... Well, except for Ye Lingxuan, perhaps. After some more casual conversation, Rejena and the Saintess and Saint Son from World Sea rose to take their leave. Rejena initially planned to offer some betrothal gifts to Mu Zhian, but with other parties present, such gifts were best not disclosed. Moreover, if World Sea got involved, she'd need to prepare even more thoroughly. "Young Master Mu, I hope you will reconsider. I promise you will not regret coming to the Southern Wasteland." Rejena transmitted softly to Mu Zhian, her voice sincere and pleasant. Mu Zhian nodded slightly, smiling as he replied, "Miss Rejena, rest assured, I will think it over." Meanwhile, Tang Sufei's gaze rested on Wei Mengrou, who had been silently sitting in the courtyard below. "Wei Lady, the Saint Son and I mean no harm. The Great Hall of World Sea holds a profound legacy, left by the Primordial Witch. You might find more of your memories there. Please consider it." She transmitted sincerely. Wei Mengrou responded with a soft "hmm," her expression largely unchanged. As Tang Sufei assumed, so long as Mu Zhian doesn’t go to World Sea, Wei Mengrou wouldn't leave. To Wei Mengrou, the legacy means far less than the safety of her young master. Gu Hua shook his head internally. This master-servant relationship is quite peculiar. Outwardly, Wei Mengrou seems to dislike her master, yet in decision-making, she always considers Mu Zhian first. Their relationship is truly perplexing. What's fortunate is that this maid hasn't succumbed to Mu Zhian's charm, which somewhat comforts Gu Hua. At least someone sees through Mu Zhian's façade, not falling for his deceit. After all, if the Primordial Witch truly fell for Mu Zhian, staying tied to him in Dongzhou, those ancient monsters from World Sea might go mad... Dongzhou is already a wealthy and powerful land. If someone like the Primordial Witch were captivated by a cultivator from Dongzhou... news like that reaching World Sea would surely cause uproar, and Mu Zhian would be in deep trouble. Thankfully, Wei is a shrewd woman, having been by Mu Zhian's side for years. She perceives his true nature... This remained one of Gu Hua's few mental reassurances. Meanwhile, as Mu Zhian watched the trio leave, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. He turned to the maid beside him, who had suddenly appeared, and asked, "Sister Mengrou, what do you think?" Wei Mengrou, now in a yellow dress embroidered with exquisite patterns, draped in a white jacket, exuded a cold and elegant aura like frost and snow. Her expression did not shift much; she merely said lightly, "You can decide. I am just a maid and have no right to choose." Mu Zhian grasped her cool, soft hand gently, saying softly, "But I want to respect your decision." Wei Mengrou glanced at the warm hand but did not pull away, the rare flicker in her eyes betraying no emotion, as she turned her gaze aside, "It doesn't matter to me." To her, it was all the same—all that mattered was protecting her young master, and that would not change. So when Bai Ruoxi asked if she liked Mu Zhian, Wei Mengrou's answer wasn't 'like' or 'dislike'; it was that she was just a maid. Take Mu Zhian if you will. It doesn't concern me; I'm his personal maid—help yourself... Such was Wei Mengrou's attitude. Mu Zhian appeared lost in thought, playing with Wei Mengrou's hand as he considered the choices between the Southern Wasteland and World Sea. Tang Sufei's mention of the World Sea legacy intrigued him, but the Southern Wasteland's secret art also concealed celestial secrets relating to the Primordial Witch... Ultimately, he'll need to find time to explore both places. Wei Mengrou quietly withdrew her hand from Mu Zhian's warm grasp, distancing herself. Then, in a flat tone, she said, "Ruoxi seems to have something to discuss with you. She's waiting in her room... you should go see her." Mu Zhian nodded, untroubled, "I'll go see right away." Reflecting, the recent events in the martial world must have worried Bai Ruoxi too. A girl with a pure heart, gentle yet fragile, she would naturally be concerned after his absence overnight working with Wei Mengrou, especially guided by the heavenly spirit. Indeed, he hadn't felt Bai Ruoxi's comforting warmth in some time... With thoughts swirling, Mu Zhian bid farewell to Wei Mengrou, then strode towards Bai Ruoxi's room. Wei Mengrou watched Mu Zhian's retreating figure from the courtyard's threshold, a rare hint of apology and reluctance flickering in her eyes. ... At Bai Ruoxi's boudoir, Mu Zhian knocked lightly before gently pushing the door open. The room, heated by a brazier, felt especially warm. By the brazier, Mu Zhian saw Bai Ruoxi sitting sideways on a soft couch, dressed in a luxurious white gown. She exuded the graceful yet sheltered aura of a refined young lady. She looked up, her gaze gentle and filled with warmth, her soft voice calling, "Pastor, you're here?" Seeing her again after a long time, Ruoxi seemed even more beautiful, with a bit of makeup... Mu Zhian's eyes lit up as he closed the door, saying, "I'm sorry for worrying you." Bai Ruoxi, ever considerate, shook her head softly, her eyes lifting as she gently said, "Sister Mengrou has known you far longer than I have. It's natural for you to care about her." "If one day you became enamored with Sister Mengrou, I think that's entirely normal." Warmth filled Mu Zhian's heart as he sat beside her, wrapping an arm around Bai Ruoxi's slender waist, inhaling her delicate scent as he whispered, "You're overthinking, Ruoxi. If anyone has captivated me, it’s you. No one else could do so." "Pastor..." Bai Ruoxi murmured softly, looking up with tender, glistening eyes. Mu Zhian could no longer resist and bent down to kiss her lips, pressing her gently onto the soft couch behind. As the atmosphere intensified, Bai Ruoxi's delicate hand suddenly rested on his chest, her hazy eyes meeting his softly, "Mu Lang, wait..." What is there to wait for... Mu Zhian was ready to conquer the captivating Bai Ruoxi, but she continued, "Let's try something different. I recently learned a new technique." Intrigued, Mu Zhian's interest was piqued. "What kind of technique?" Bai Ruoxi gently pushed him away and produced a matching lock, "It might require your cooperation." Trusting the kind-hearted Bai Ruoxi, Mu Zhian allowed the lock to rest on his wrist. He watched as she rummaged through her storage ring, igniting a mix of curiosity and confusion in him. Logically, Bai Ruoxi should have only recently returned from the martial world, and the girls around her were quite innocent... Whom did Ruoxi learn these new games from? Under Mu Zhian's curious gaze, Bai Ruoxi retrieved a pair of stockings, one black and one white, from her sleeve. “……” For a moment, Mu Zhian's thoughts came to a halt. He quickly regained his composure, his eyes locking onto the stockings in Bai Ruoxi’s hands. In that instant, his eyelids twitched wildly, alarms going off in his mind. "I borrowed these from Sister Mengrou." Without a hint of malice, the gracious and calm Bai Ruoxi brushed her cool fingers gently against Mu Zhian’s face, tilting her head slightly as she whispered, “They haven’t been washed yet.” If it were before, witnessing such a scene might have left Mu Zhian flustered, but now he remained unperturbed, even smiling gently at Bai Ruoxi. His calm demeanor, as if unfazed by an impending disaster, hid a trace of helplessness and a tender affection for Bai Ruoxi. He exemplified the image of a devoted young man. "Mu Lang, don't you have anything to say?" Bai Ruoxi gazed at him tenderly. She’d expected him to be startled, flustered, or even apologetic at the sight of these stockings as evidence, but his resigned smile caught her off guard. "Since Ruoxi already knows, there’s nothing more to say. So be it," Mu Zhian sighed softly. "What do you mean by that?" Bai Ruoxi's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. Mu Zhian's reaction made it seem as if she were the one being unreasonable… when clearly, it was his issue. "Ruoxi, you remember that I absorbed that strand of black heavenly qi, right?" He looked at the bracelet on his wrist. Bai Ruoxi remained silent, letting him continue. "I had suppressed the heavenly qi within the Heavenly Furnace; only when some spiritual energy overflowed could it be guided out of my body." Bai Ruoxi frowned slightly, "Couldn't you handle it yourself?" Mu Zhian sighed, "If I could, I would have... but given the urgency, seeking Sister Mengrou's help was much faster than tackling it alone." It’s logical, right? Imagine, a cool maid by your side, having confessed to you before—under such circumstances, getting Wei Mengrou's assistance was far preferable to self-relief, especially with her donning black or white stockings… After a brief pause, Mu Zhian shook his head with a wry smile, "But yes, regardless of the explanation, it was indeed my fault. Ruoxi, you are free to handle it however you wish, but I hope you understand one thing." Under Bai Ruoxi’s puzzled gaze, Mu Zhian sincerely said, "You are my Dao companion and the first girl I deeply love. That will never change. Whether you want to scold or hit me, do whatever makes you feel better." Despite wanting to stay angry, Bai Ruoxi inexplicably softened at the sight of Mu Zhian’s earnest eyes. Her delicate, gentle eyes moistened, her elegant, alluring face slightly blushing as she averted her gaze, "Mu Lang always does this... How could I punish you like this?" The lock on Mu Zhian’s wrist remained silent, indicating each word was genuine, aware of his heart, which softened Bai Ruoxi's stance. Raising her head, she asked softly, "Mu Lang, who is the one you love most?" Mu Zhian looked at the beauty in front of him, ready to answer when she revealed a black stocking, saying softly, "Sister Mengrou was wearing the gift you gave her to help, wasn't she..." Just seeing it stirred Mu Zhian slightly, recalling the cold maid’s graceful figure. She’s trying to provoke a reaction from the lock to harden her resolve in punishing me… Mu Zhian inwardly realized Bai Ruoxi’s intention. Lowering his head, Mu Zhian nestled into Bai Ruoxi’s embrace. “Mu...Mu Lang…?” Bai Ruoxi couldn’t anticipate his sudden move, leaving her hands awkwardly hovering behind his head, unsure whether to embrace or not. Savoring the tender warmth, Mu Zhian, from her heart, declared, "Naturally, my favorite is Ruoxi." This affection, this tender solace, and her delicate fragrance drew Mu Zhian to Bai Ruoxi without reservation. Bai Ruoxi glanced at the lock still devoid of reaction. Her heart sweetened, her eyes shimmering with a playful glint. Seems like it's settled... Mu Zhian relaxed. The lock on his wrist wavered slightly, as if voicing its unease. He had handled it skillfully. Mu Zhian bore a relieved smile, unsurprised by the outcome, seizing the moment to suggest, "Ruoxi, the martial world assessment ends in two days, after which begins the Ascension Tournament. Our time for such leisure is limited; we should treasure it... How about removing this lock first—" “No.” But before he could finish, Bai Ruoxi's soft, melodious voice interrupted him. She gently stroked his hair, her eyes tenderly watching the boy nestled in her bosom, feeling his subtle breath against her warmth, whispering, “Though you explained, and I understand the urgency of guiding that heavenly qi.” Shifting tone, she continued, “However, what's done is done. Even with Sister Mengrou, I still feel jealous.” First chapter Previous chapter 317/718 Next chapter Last chapter Directory Prev: No One Understands Being a Villain Better Than Me Next: Comprehensive Anime: Starting as a Superhero Recommended Reading! Martial Arts: Infinity Blood, Invincible Across Jianghu I, Quasi-Immortal Emperor, Sleep for Millennia and Join Group Chats Maritime: Summon Thor, Kill Kaido Effortlessly Three-Body Ens: I Am the Bug, Leader of the Insect Clan! 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