373 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

A Prominent Fan Novel on the Web Search Fan Novel Complete Fan Works Ongoing Fan Works Rankings Homepage > Fan Novel > So, They Are the True Protagonists So, They Are the True Protagonists Chapter 373 Author: ccc "Don't worry, everything's fine now. The effect of the Qiankun Creation Pill is indeed remarkable," Mu Zhian reassured. "Where did Senior Ye go?" he asked again. "In the room next door, meditating to absorb spiritual energy," Wei Mengrou answered. "It seems my guess was correct. Her spiritual sense, after using the secret technique on me, needs to absorb spiritual energy to maintain her body." Mu Zhian mused, his right hand casually resting on Wei Mengrou's slender leg, enjoying the silk's smooth touch. Wei Mengrou's cold, exquisite face tinged with a light blush as she glimpsed sideways at Mu Zhian, who appeared carefree. Her legs subtly drew together, head lowered, but she did not stop him. "Hmm...?" As he savored the soft form of the maidservant, Mu Zhian suddenly noticed something unusual on his personal interface. He raised a finger to check, glancing casually. The originally pink heart frame seemed to have a faint black mark. This black mark was familiar because when his role on the personal interface was still labeled as a supporting character, the border had such a black mark. The heavens of the Nine Provinces cannot forcibly interfere with the mortal realm but can choose a 'Divine Representative.' It seems, after last night's events, Ye Yu questioning Ye Qingxin with the Heaven-Questioning Lock, even this ancestor of the Ye family has grown disheartened with Ye Yu. Has the heavens begun to gradually abandon Ye Yu, selecting other chosen ones? Wei Mengrou clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, nestled in Mu Zhian's arms. After being teased by him for a while, the maidservant no longer displayed her cold demeanor. She glanced at the personal interface and then looked up to ask, "What's wrong?" "Nothing." He gently squeezed Wei Mengrou's slender waist, leaned down to kiss her cheek, glanced at the personal interface, and chuckled, "It's just another piece of fodder." Chapter 334 Sister Qingdi Had a Slight Weight on Her Head 8K The so-called chosen ones are nothing more than fodder to be nurtured fattened for Mu Zhian now. If it were back in Tianxuan City, he might have considered them a threat, even treating the new chosen ones as opponents. But now... Empress Qingdi's favor has already been secured. Though it almost caused a fire in the backyard, to the outside world, people of the Nine Provinces know that behind Mu Zhian stands not only the Taiyi Sect but also an Empress of the Union Realm as his Dao companion. Now, the majority of ancient families are eager to ally with Mu Zhian, to board this great ship. Whether you're a chosen one or whatever, no matter how high your fortune, if deliberately targeted, what waves can you possibly conjure? Thinking about it, as I become the female lead, I really seem to walk further down the path of a villain... With connections to numerous ancient families, dealing with the 'chosen ones,' and them constantly getting face-slapped and self-improving... isn't this a perfect villain's template? But alas, Mu Zhian is not one to reach beyond his grasp, so he won't let the chosen ones grow unchallenged. He doesn't directly deal with the 'chosen ones' selected by the heavens, just to conveniently harvest their worth, squeezing out their remaining value. Whether Ye Yu or other chosen ones, they are all the same. I just wonder when Ye Qingxin will truly understand my feelings... Thinking of that stunningly beautiful ancestor of the Ye family dressed in a black and red long dress, Mu Zhian felt a slight flutter in his heart. "Are you thinking about another woman?" Wei Mengrou suddenly lifted her eyes, her gaze flickering with slight displeasure as her cool voice reached him. Mu Zhian held Wei Mengrou's slender soft waist, bringing her into his embrace, his hand gently brushing over her waist. He smiled tenderly, "I was just thinking about when I can get frisky with Sister Mengrou after the Ascension Conference." That simple statement made Wei Mengrou's face flush red, and she shot Mu Zhian a disdainful look. However, the maidservant's disdain from most men’s perspective was undoubtedly a form of reward. At least for Mu Zhian at that moment, it was even more heart-stirring than before. "What does 'frisky' mean?" Wei Mengrou asked, not understanding his words. Mu Zhian inhaled more of Wei Mengrou’s unique fragrance, saying leisurely, "Being 'frisky' means you and I have a deep understanding... to put it bluntly, it’s..." He leaned in and whispered in Wei Mengrou's ear. Her face turned crimson as she retorted with a teaching tone, calmly, "Why are you always thinking about these things all day long... can't you focus on cultivation?" "We can rely on Sister Mengrou to protect me, right?" Mu Zhian not only didn’t restrain himself but let his right hand become more audacious. "Of course... but can you restrain yourself a bit, this isn't your personal residence." Reacting to his increasingly shameless actions, Wei Mengrou’s body felt hot, but she pursed her lips, holding on. Although it was a bit embarrassing, he was still injured. If his wounds were affected, it would be troublesome. "So that means we can after returning?" Mu Zhian whispered into Wei Mengrou's ear. The gentle voice lingering at her ear deepened the blush on Wei Mengrou’s cold face, making her eyes appear more moist. No matter how cold she usually was, she couldn’t help but feel shy at this moment. Sister Mengrou is really adorable… Mu Zhian's eyes showed a light smile, his palm gently caressing her delicate leg. The combination of silk with the softness of her leg felt like the most wonderful thing on earth. "Tomorrow, the top six spots for the Ascension Conference will be decided. I'm afraid it ends here for me, and it's Sister Mengrou's turn." Seeing it was enough, Mu Zhian stopped teasing her, fearing Wei Mengrou might get upset. As for his match tomorrow... Reaching this point with a psyche refinement of the third rank was near the limit. Although his spiritual energy might completely recover by morning, his injuries still needed time to heal. Winning the next match would be challenging unless he didn’t encounter those 'protagonists.' "Do you trust me that much?" Wei Mengrou glanced at him, although her face felt aflame, she kept her tone serene. However, the seemingly calm tone had a slight tremble, hinting at hidden embarrassment within her voice. Mu Zhian looked back at her, smiling, "Have I ever not trusted you?" After all, even his visits to the brothel were known to Wei Mengrou. She probably knew exactly how many times he could go in one night or any unique preferences. Wei Mengrou gently stopped his advancing right hand, sighed softly. "I think you should be ready to marry." "This Ascension Conference, I lack certainty." If it were a normal match, whether against Bai Ruoxi or Ye Lingxuan, she’d have confidence in winning. But this time was different. "Even Sister Mengrou has no confidence?" This time, even Mu Zhian was surprised. To hear these words from the usually composed Sister Mengrou was quite rare. "If it were an ordinary Ascension Conference, it would be fine, but this time the Master of the Taiyi Sect, to ensure the final outcome, used you as bait to lure out your senior sister." Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian’s right hand, now placed again on her white silk leg, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "I’m discussing serious business with you." "I'm also doing serious business right now." Mu Zhian replied with a straight face. Then, noticing Wei Mengrou giving him a big eye-roll, he was unbothered and continued, "Is Senior Sister Lan really that formidable?" "The abilities of Lan Mulian far exceed your understanding," Wei Mengrou spoke with increased seriousness. Attaining a trace of Dao insight in the Spirit Refining Realm allows one to barely contend with the Void Refining Realm. However, that is just barely. "Is Senior Sister really that powerful..." Mu Zhian mused while feeling the contrasting softness of black and white silk. He understood the exceptional potential of the Celestial Destiny Physique, though, for someone like Wei Mengrou to speak so highly, Lan Mulian was indeed exceptional. "Still, if Senior Sister wins the Ascension Conference, it’s not necessarily a bad result." After all, there was still unresolved tension between him and Lan Mulian. With her prideful nature, unless he broke through it herself, Lan Mulian likely wouldn’t do so either. So, even if she won, she wouldn’t act against him. "Were you not worried about your future before, and now you’re not worried at all?" Wei Mengrou couldn’t help but ask. Before, upon seeing the added rewards proposed by the Master including himself, he was frowning. Now, he seemed quite unbothered? Mu Zhian smiled calmly, "Since I can’t change anything now, I might as well enjoy myself while I can." Ascension Conference had reached a point where he could no longer alter its outcome. "Hopefully, you maintain this attitude towards your future cultivation," Wei Mengrou remarked with a hint of disdain as she glanced sideways at Mu Zhian's resigned demeanor. "Sister Mengrou, sometimes a bit of gentleness can be more endearing," Mu Zhian suggested lightly. Wei Mengrou cast a reproachful glance at him, her rosy lips just about to form words. Before she could speak, Mu Zhian suddenly pinched her thigh softly, swiftly leaning in to kiss her lips before she could react. Wei Mengrou’s eyes widened slightly, and she found herself falling back onto the plush couch, her delicate hands instinctively clinging to Mu Zhian’s shoulders, as if to push him away. Yet, it felt as though her strength was slowly being siphoned away, leaving her powerless. Boom! A loud thunderclap from afar snapped Wei Mengrou back to reality, her eyes opening wide. Mu Zhian frowned slightly, displeased at the interruption of his moment. He removed his hand from Wei Mengrou’s waist, stood up, and moved to the doorway, gently pushing the door open to gaze toward a distant area in the south. In that direction, the heavens were clearing as the tribulation clouds dissipated. The earlier sound of thunder had been the final roar before the dispersing of the tribulation clouds. "Could someone have just completed their tribulation?" Mu Zhian murmured to himself. Yet, it coincided with the heavens choosing a new chosen one, a suspicious timing... If memory served, that location should be where Empress Luo Tan's palace was situated. Could it be that the chosen one is among the people brought by Yuzhou? As Mu Zhian pondered, Wei Mengrou softly interjected, "I won't disturb your meditation anymore. Recharge your energy before daylight." "Sister Mengrou, do you really have to return to your residence? You can meditate here too, right?" Mu Zhian aimed to persuade the maidservant to stay. "If I stay here, do you really think you'll let me meditate in peace?" Wei Mengrou cast a detached glance at Mu Zhian, clearly skeptical of her young master. Moreover, in her current state, if she were to remain with Mu Zhian, she wouldn’t be able to calm her mind. "Sister Mengrou really knows me well." Mu Zhian gently flicked Wei Mengrou’s hair, watching her yellow dress flit gracefully, his face breaking into a soft smile tinged with helplessness. If the setting were right, he would have overpowered Wei Mengrou before dawn. However, given the circumstances, even though Ye Qingxin was currently meditating in the adjacent hall, she might come at any moment. The thought of an awkward encounter was enough to make his scalp tingle. He wasn’t one to make decisions with the lower half of his body. Watching Wei Mengrou disappear from view, Mu Zhian prepared to return indoors to continue healing. His spiritual energy might have recovered, but his body remained frail, necessitating more rest. As for the Ascension Conference... he had already suppressed Ye Yu's fortune enough, so the remaining matches could be left to the protagonists to contest. Just as Mu Zhian was about to turn back into the room, he suddenly sensed a trace of unfamiliar spiritual energy—not belonging to him or Ye Qingxin. Mu Zhian was momentarily surprised, then an amused gleam appeared in his eyes as he looked towards a specific direction. It was towards the grand hall where Ye Qingxin was currently in meditation. ... At this moment, within a grand hall, Ye Qingxin sat over the lotus pool, absorbing the spiritual energy of the world for her use.