334 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

### Web Novel Platform Search: Fanfiction Novels Completed Works | Serialized Works | Rankings Home > Fanfiction Novels > Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists Chapter 334: Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists Author: ccc After all, what she desires isn’t just Emperor-grade herbs. ... **In the Demon Realm.** The Empress of the Demon Realm, adorned in a lavish, intricate light purple gown, lounged lazily before her throne, slowly opening her eyes. The Second Seat stood respectfully below the dais, her posture elegant and traditional, and respectfully said, “Your Majesty, you are awake.” The Demon Empress softly responded with an "Mm." “You rarely enter dreams. Was it perhaps due to that Muyizhe?” the Second Seat speculated. “I have engaged in some transactions with him. As a result, Muyizhe will exchange Emperor-grade herbs from the Innate Furnace,” the Demon Empress said nonchalantly. The Second Seat frowned slightly and remarked, “What an insolent fellow.” The Innate Furnace, be it for aura or herbs, cannot be given directly to others; dual cultivation is required to transfer it, even for the Demon Empress. Such a proposal from Muyizhe indirectly implies he desires the Demon Empress herself. “Your Majesty, you're being far too lenient with Muyizhe,” the Second Seat muttered softly. “In the past, anyone so disrespectful would have already—” The Demon Empress interrupted with a serene glance: “I proposed the deal.” Her words ceased abruptly. The Second Seat stared, momentarily dumbfounded, at the languidly seated Empress before her. After a moment, she gathered her wits and inquired, “With your Innate Furnace and the unrefined essence of the first Demon Emperor, you should not need an Emperor-grade herb. Why—” “For me, Emperor-grade herbs are useful, but not crucial,” the Demon Empress casually replied. “Then why—” The Second Seat hesitated. The Demon Empress pondered for a moment, gazing at the Second Seat, “Simply put, I want to possess him.” Second Seat: “?” “I want to possess him,” the Demon Empress reiterated, fearing the Second Seat hadn’t heard her clearly. The maid stood statue-like beneath the dais, as if she might vanish in the breeze at any moment. After a long stupor, the Second Seat finally composed herself, suppressing her pounding heart, and asked, “Though I don't know what Your Majesty sees in him, if you're interested, couldn't you just bring him directly to the Demon Realm?” “It’s not him I want.” The Demon Empress chuckled softly, "I want all of him." “Both body and spirit,” she explained, intending to mold Muyizhe into her desired shape. For that, she needed a catalyst. “Once you enter seclusion, should I take additional actions?” inquired the Second Seat. The Demon Empress shook her head, “Do nothing.” “If possible, I’d prefer if Dongzhou also did nothing.” They need only do nothing to win over Muyizhe and even have him remember the Demon Empress’s generosity. But that requires...that Liangzong refrains from acting as well. ... Muyizhe, after putting away the bronze mirror, glanced at the alluring purple sun blossom in his hand, then sensed something and turned towards the shadows nearby, “Sister Mengrou, weren’t you attending the Ascension Conference?” Though it was winter, Wei Mengrou was not heavily dressed; her luxurious yellow dress clung to her graceful body, with just a snow-white coat draped over her shoulders. Even a brief glance revealed a remarkable bearing. Though not as abundant as Bai Ruoxi's, it was precisely the size that two hands could grasp. “It's just a competition, a quick affair,” Wei Mengrou said calmly. Then, her gaze settled directly on the purple sun blossom in Muyizhe’s hand, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. “Where did you get that flower?” When the young master had dozed off at the table just now, there hadn’t been anything in his hands, yet now there was a purple sun blossom from the Demon Realm…how curious. “I just got it from the Demon Empress,” Muyizhe chuckled. Wei Mengrou scoffed, clearly unconvinced. Sister Mengrou truly excels, whether in her aloof demeanor or her earlier allure… Muyizhe coughed and asked, “Is Ruoxi back?” Wei Mengrou shook her head: “Still at the southern shore, not likely soon.” As she spoke, her eyes lingered meaningfully on Muyizhe. Since openly expressing her feelings the last time, she hadn’t found a suitable way to interact with the young master. Despite being together for so long, she was still somewhat unaccustomed. As a result, the relationship between the two seemed somewhat ambiguous. But while Wei Mengrou was not accustomed to such intimacy, Muyizhe was not similarly constrained. He boldly grasped Wei Mengrou's slightly cool, soft hand and, with a gentle tug, pulled the graceful maidservant into his embrace. As the maid’s figure lightly settled, Muyizhe seamlessly wrapped an arm around Wei Mengrou’s soft waist, burying his head in her cascading tresses, inhaling the maid's delicate fragrance greedily. Wei Mengrou's cool demeanor subtly blushed with two enticing hues as she lightly restrained Muyizhe’s wandering hand, casting him a sidelong glance: “Are you a pervert? Does anyone go around sniffing others all the time?” Muyizhe silently gazed at Wei Mengrou and her carefully made-up, exquisite face. Even Wei Mengrou's natural beauty was unparalleled, and with light makeup, she seemed even more grounded and fragrant, sufficient to rank as an ultimate beauty. Muyizhe’s eyes quickly fell on Wei Mengrou’s vividly alluring red lips, “Changed your lipstick?” “You must be a dog to notice such things…” Wei Mengrou squirmed uneasily in his embrace, but the movement only intensified Muyizhe’s fervent stare. He inadvertently glanced at the maid’s long, gracefully exposed legs due to the earlier struggle, thinking that Sister Mengrou was indeed captivating with even a small gesture. Though the previous black and white silk-clad legs were remarkable, without silk obstruction this time, he could appreciate the unblemished, tender, smooth sensation more clearly. After admiring for quite a while, noting Wei Mengrou’s increasingly reddened face, he couldn’t resist and gently bit her rose lips, gazing deeply into her eyes: “Sister Mengrou, let’s sleep together tonight.” Wei Mengrou’s eyes widened slightly, snapping her out of her earlier daze. Realizing Muyizhe’s burning gaze, her heart skipped a beat. Almost unconsciously, she lowered her gaze slightly, her long lashes fluttering softly. She neither accepted nor rejected. But to Muyizhe, that was as good as a yes! ... ... **[Wishing everyone a Happy New Year in advance!]** **[It’s the 31st now, if you have tickets and blades, please vote for me. After midnight, they’ll reset!]** ### Chapter 305: Demon Empress: He Is My Dao Partner – 6K To Muyizhe, Wei Mengrou held a uniquely special status. Back when they were still in the Sky Profound City, Wei Mengrou was constantly shielding him from the shadows. However, back then, she held an obvious disdain and contempt for him. The reason was clear: at that time, Muyizhe was a notorious playboy, concerned only with women and idleness. Though Wei Mengrou later adjusted her perception of him, one impression persisted: that of a lascivious person. Even if Muyizhe had changed, his nature didn’t completely transform. In earlier times, even Muyizhe wouldn’t have envisioned being together with Wei Mengrou one day. Her ambiguous response presently wasn’t as indecisive as it seemed to Muyizhe; if she didn’t reject, then to him, it was akin to acceptance. After all, Wei Mengrou hadn’t immediately agreed to sleep together, but she also hadn’t left the room, which was, in itself, an implicit signal. Muyizhe gazed at Wei Mengrou’s poised and aloof profile. She appeared somewhat uneasy with the current room atmosphere, her hands nervously gripping her skirt's hem. Muyizhe reached out and gently held her cool, soft hand. The feel of her soft, cool hand reminded him of the time Wei Mengrou used that very hand to guide his aura, making his heart yearn all the more. He felt an urge to lay her upon the bed at that very moment. Suppressing his inner urges, Muyizhe gently suggested: “Sister Mengrou, let’s rest early.” Though he worked hard to restrain the heat in his eyes, Wei Mengrou sensed it nonetheless, casting him a glance and uttering a quiet warning: “Just so we’re clear, we’re still in the midst of the Ascension Conference, and there’s another trial tomorrow. Even if I stay in your room, it’s just for meditation...no funny business.” Her last words were murmured softly, her head lowered ever so slightly. Muyizhe couldn’t help but dart a glance at Wei Mengrou’s starkly white, long legs beneath her yellow dress, further accentuated by the garment. He subtly withdrew his gaze, nodded, and seriously said, "Don't worry, Sister Mengrou, I know my limits and will absolutely behave." Though he said this, there was already a spark in Muyizhe's eyes. And once they were actually in bed, who’s to say that it would be Muyizhe making the first move? As for the so-called Ascension Conference competition... With the aura of Muyizhe's Innate Furnace, even if they were to stay up all night, Wei Mengrou's spiritual energy wouldn't weaken by the next day. After all, the aura boost provided by the Innate Furnace far surpasses a cultivator's regular meditation. Seeing Wei Mengrou seemed to lack the most basic trust in people, Muyizhe stepped forward and, under her questioning gaze, bent slightly, one hand under her knees, the other supporting her nape, lifting her horizontally into his arms. Wei Mengrou immediately reacted, a chill in her gaze as she lightly hit his shoulder, “Let me go, I can walk myself.” If it were in battle, she could easily break free from such a hold, but strangely enough, her struggles today were mild, unable to escape Muyizhe's arms. Her soft wriggling seemed more like she was playfully resisting. The stark contrast of a typically aloof maid displaying a helpless and shy demeanor unexpectedly stirred even someone like Muyizhe, accustomed to romantic escapades. Sensing Muyizhe's fervent gaze, Wei Mengrou felt a rush of shyness wash over her but maintained a frosty exterior to uphold her cool image. “Are you planning to break your promise?” she questioned icily, though her eyes avoided direct contact with his. Muyizhe chuckled, "Of course not, tonight we'll simply sleep together... I won’t do anything." He could hardly believe his own words, but these days, he wouldn’t take things too far. After all, with the influx of power from all over the continent during the Ascension Conference, the sect was brimming with diverse folks, some less savory. While it's unlikely anyone would cause trouble in a place like the Liangzong, some people, driven by their craving for the Ill-Fated Body, might resort to anything. “Sister Mengrou, are you getting shy?” Muyizhe suddenly teased. Wei Mengrou cast him a sideways glance, her eyes filled with disdain as if to say: You think you're that important? Muyizhe merely smiled, holding her affectionately, lowering his head to gaze tenderly into the maid’s eyes. As if proving she wasn’t embarrassed, Wei Mengrou allowed her luminous, beautiful eyes to lock with Muyizhe’s handsome face reflected within them. Under the flickering candlelight, a gleam seemed to dance in her eyes. After what felt like an eternity, Wei Mengrou tightened her delicate grip on Muyizhe’s arm, her nails gently pressing into his skin. Her silky hair framed her icy, sculpted features, a blush spreading like a drink-induced flush across her delicate face. Then, she quietly buried her face into Muyizhe's chest. “You...you win.” The room was filled with a whisper so faint it was almost inaudible, yet it reached Muyizhe’s ears clearly. For a moment, even Muyizhe doubted he'd heard correctly. Looking down at the beauty in his arms, her snow-white feet dangling in mid-air, he murmured, “Shy now?” Wei Mengrou kept her head tucked, merely whispering a soft “Mm.” Damn, who could withstand this... Muyizhe felt his heart leap, unable to suppress his inner urges. He strode to the bedside, gently laying the beauty down upon it. Wei Mengrou tried to prop her soft body up off the bed, but Muyizhe immediately held her wrists, lowering his head slightly, gazing at her cold visage and her lusciously vibrant lips. He drew the curtains closed, casting a hazy intimacy as he lowered his head to kiss her exquisite face, trailing down to brush her full lips, then further to her elegant neck, white as a swan's. Wei Mengrou’s eyes grew misty, shimmering with emotional depth, as her hands seemingly pushed against Muyizhe, yet they somehow failed to exert strength. Despite her peak cultivation, in this moment, she resembled an ordinary woman. Softly she opened her eyes, gazing at Muyizhe who was entirely absorbed, her gaze turning to a haze. Muyizhe embraced Wei Mengrou’s slender waist, leaning close to her ear, whispering, “Sister Mengrou, is this okay?” Wei Mengrou stayed silent. Chapter Start | Previous Chapter 334/718 Next Chapter | End Chapter | Table of Contents Prev: Nobody Knows Being a Villain Better Than Me Next: Anime: Transforming into a Superhero at the Start Recommended Reading! Martial Arts: Infinite Vitality Takes Over Jianghu I, Almost Immortal Emperor, Slept for Millennia Before Joining a Chat Group Voyage: Summon Thunder God and Cut Down Kaido with a Fragrant Strike Three-Body Problem: I'm the Bug, the Swarm's Bug! 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