It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists-Chapter 353: Mu Zhian: I Can’t Let the Jade Empress Down p1

Mu Zhian quickly collected his thoughts, reached out and held Wei Mengrou’s soft hand, and asked softly.

Although he knew that luck had been bestowed on Wei Mengrou, luck was something ethereal. Apart from beings like the Spirit Dragon, who were inherently connected to luck, no one could see luck with the naked eye.

Sensing the young man’s chest close to her back and the warmth emanating from his body, Wei Mengrou subconsciously leaned back slightly.

Then, she lowered her head and whispered, “Although I can’t directly sense the luck, I can feel that the constraints of this world on me seem to have weakened.”

“After all, this luck originally belonged to the old Heavenly Dao, and your bad luck is the restriction of the old Heavenly Dao on you… Saying it like this, it feels like we’re exploiting a loophole…” Mu Zhi’an muttered.

“A loophole?” Wei Mengrou’s eyes showed confusion. (She doesn’t know the term bug)

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. In short, the luck of the old Heavenly Dao is useful to you. I’ll take you to a medicinal bath.”

As Mu Zhi’an spoke, he couldn’t help but look at her again. Although they had just finished, he still felt a little tempted.

Wei Mengrou belonged to the type of mature and aloof maid. Her figure was already tall and sexy, and with a pair of extremely elastic and fair legs, she was even more likely to arouse a man’s desire to conquer.

Wei Mengrou secretly glanced at Mu Zhi’an and pretended to be cold, “I’ll go by myself… Nothing good ever comes from being with you.”

After saying that, seeing that Mu Zhi’an was still not moving but showing a thoughtful look, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?”

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a while and said, “It’s a pity that high heels don’t seem to be popular in the Eastern Continent. I think you would look great in high heels, fishnet stockings, or black and white stockings like last time.”

“And then be stepped on by you, the master?” Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhi’an disdainfully.

Mengrou understands me well, but it would be better if she looked at me with disdain…

Mu Zhi’an got out of bed, poured her a glass of water, and admired her graceful figure, sighing, “It’s just a bit of fun. It’s not that I really like it.”

Wei Mengrou took the glass of water, took small sips, and didn’t respond.

Although cultivators at the Core Formation Realm were basically beyond the need for food and drink, Wei Mengrou had lost a lot of fluids tonight, and this was also the young master’s kind intention, so she naturally didn’t refuse.

After a while, she lifted the blanket, intending to get out of bed. At this moment, she suddenly noticed Mu Zhi’an’s direct gaze. Wei Mengrou gave him a disdainful and shy look, wrapped herself in the blanket, and covered her graceful and fair body.

However, just as her feet touched the ground, she suddenly felt her legs go weak.

Mu Zhi’an reacted quickly and immediately reached out to support her. He hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong? Did the old Heavenly Dao’s luck not suit you and cause a backlash?”

Wei Mengrou, supported by Mu Zhi’an, sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a complicated expression. Her pretty face was as red as if she were drunk, as if blood would drip out. She lowered her head and whispered, “It’s… it’s nothing…”

Mu Zhi’an saw her reticent appearance and was even more worried. Like Mengrou’s icy beauty, she might call him master when she was in the mood on the bed, and she might be shy afterward.

But her reticent appearance now was very rare.

“Mengrou, with our relationship, if there is any problem, don’t deliberately hide it. I will find a way to solve it,” Mu Zhi’an said immediately.

“You…” Wei Mengrou’s face was as red as if blood would drip out, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum.

“What?”

Wei Mengrou’s slender hand tightly grasped the blanket. After hesitating for a long time, she took a shallow breath, exhaled slowly, and whispered, “…Next time, be gentler.”

Mu Zhi’an: “…”

Even someone as thick-skinned as Mu Zhi’an was a little embarrassed.

Indeed, Mengrou had only been intimate with him a few times. Although her realm was extremely high and she was infinitely close to the Nascent Soul Realm, in this aspect, she was still a novice.

And the Heavenly Court’s spiritual energy was already extremely rich. It was not something that could be completely absorbed in a short time.

During this period, it was normal for the body to be in a weakened state.

But fortunately, Wei Mengrou wasn’t backlashed by the luck of the old Heavenly Dao, and Mu Zhi’an was relieved.

Mu Zhi’an helped the maid to sit on the edge of the bed. At this moment, he suddenly felt a wisp of aura that did not belong to Wei Mengrou silently enveloping the room.

The Primordial Witch!

Mu Zhi’an subconsciously looked down at the direction from which the Primordial Witch’s aura was emanating, and his gaze directly froze on Wei Mengrou’s fair thigh.

He subconsciously reached out and touched her right thigh. In addition to the soft touch, he saw a black butterfly imprint appearing on her fair skin.

Mu Zhi’an stared at it for a short while, then subconsciously whispered, “The Primordial Witch’s mark…?”

He recognized the Primordial Witch’s aura, and the spiritual energy emanating from Wei Mengrou at this moment was that of the Primordial Witch.

It seemed that the Primordial Witch and the old Heavenly Dao had a deep connection…

In the past, the Primordial Witch was cursed by the old Heavenly Dao, and misfortune befell her.

For the Primordial Witch, or rather, for Wei Mengrou, this misfortune was equivalent to a seal.

Now that she had obtained part of the old Heavenly Dao’s luck, Wei Mengrou’s misfortune had been partially offset, and the seal had also been gradually lifted.

“Will Mengrou feel any discomfort in her body?” Mu Zhi’an asked quickly.

Wei Mengrou shook her head slightly and whispered, “No, I just felt a slight burning sensation on my right thigh just now, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.”

“If anything, I feel that my body is much lighter than before.”

She gently raised her slender fingers, and Mu Zhi’an was surprised to find that the black butterfly on Wei Mengrou’s thigh seemed to come alive, flying from her thigh and landing on her fingertip.

“This is…” Mu Zhi’an was puzzled.

“The Immortal-Devouring Demonic Technique. You should have seen the Primordial Witch use this technique before,” Wei Mengrou said, gently waving the butterfly from her fingertip.

Almost instantly, the butterfly seemed to turn into black threads, surrounded by a black mist.

Whoosh!

Before Mu Zhi’an could react, the threads had already wrapped around his body.

Mu Zhi’an was slightly stunned and said in astonishment, “Chains again?”

Is she really planning to create a ‘Sealed Mu Zhi’an’ scene in the future…?

Wei Mengrou smiled charmingly and snapped her fingers. The black mist enveloped Mu Zhi’an.

Wei Mengrou, who was still in his field of vision just a moment ago, was now impossible to see clearly.

“Alright, Mengrou, stop playing around. Release me quickly.”

Mu Zhi’an tried to break free, but found that although the threads looked extremely fragile, when he tried to use his spiritual energy to break free, the spiritual energy was greedily absorbed by the black threads. The spiritual energy that had just been circulating in his vessel was instantly and completely devoured.

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This technique cultivated by the Primordial Witch is too overbearing. It can actually directly devour my spiritual energy?!

The more Mu Zhi’an circulated his spiritual energy, the more shocked he became. In the end, he simply gave up struggling and waited for Wei Mengrou to release him.

He wasn’t worried that Wei Mengrou would just tie him up and leave him there.

Although a black mist enveloped him, Mu Zhi’an could still vaguely hear the sound of clothes rubbing against delicate skin.

It was clear that Wei Mengrou was changing, but she didn’t want to be seen by her young master, so she used this method to avoid being teased again while changing.

Sure enough, after a while, the black mist in front of Mu Zhi’an gradually dissipated, and Wei Mengrou’s graceful figure appeared in his field of vision.

“Can you release me now?” Mu Zhi’an asked helplessly.

He thought that after tonight’s ‘punishment,’ she would have become an obedient girl, but it seemed he was still too naive.

Wei Mengrou looked at her young master’s helpless expression, and a faint, sadistic smile appeared on her lips.

“Your spiritual energy is even weaker than before.”

Mu Zhi’an’s guess was correct. The luck from the old Heavenly Dao given to Wei Mengrou also meant that some of the restrictions on Wei Mengrou had been lifted, and the Primordial Witch’s abilities were gradually awakening.

This technique was a sign of the Primordial Witch’s awakening.

Why do I feel like it’s not just her abilities, but even her personality is leaning a bit towards the Primordial Witch’s…?

Mu Zhi’an’s heart skipped a beat. Looking at Wei Mengrou, who now seemed to have a bit more of the ‘witch’ in her charming smile, and the teasing look in her beautiful eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a little regret.

It seemed that he had still held back a bit on the bed.

He had thought that his ‘punishment’ would have turned her into a good girl who only cared for her master, but now it seemed… she only called him ‘master’ when she was aroused.

Next time I get the chance, I must give her a lesson she’ll never forget…

Mu Zhi’an was a man with a strong desire for exploration. If spiritual energy could be transferred to her through dual cultivation, what about from other places…? He wondered if it would have any effect.

Of course, such things couldn’t be rushed. They had to be developed slowly.

Or perhaps he could have Mengrou try to be a girl with a ‘blessed mouth’ next time. The spiritual energy of the Innate Celestial Furnace should also have an enhancing effect…?

Seeing that Mu Zhi’an remained silent, Wei Mengrou snapped her fingers, and the black threads turned into a butterfly. In the next moment, it landed on her right leg, like a beautiful butterfly print.

She glanced at Mu Zhi’an and said, “I’ll let you off this time, but if you dare to tease me again… it won’t be as simple as just tying you up.”

“Thank you for your mercy, Mengrou.”

Mu Zhi’an smiled and sincerely replied.

Wei Mengrou nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Of course, if she knew that Mu Zhi’an was already thinking about punishing her next time, and even wanted her to use her mouth… she definitely wouldn’t have untied him so easily.

“It’s getting late. I’ll see you out, Mengrou,” Mu Zhi’an said in a timely manner, stepping forward to support her and slowly leaving the room.

While the two were talking, they didn’t notice that at this moment, in the sky above the Jade Glass Palace, the originally calm clouds were now slowly rotating like a vortex…

In a certain hall on the Southern Bank, Ye Qingxin slowly opened her alluring red eyes in front of the lotus pond.

A formation surrounded her, mist swirling, and divine light gushing out. Ordinary people couldn’t see her true form. They could only vaguely see a graceful figure looming, unrealistically beautiful and alluring.

“What do you want?” Ye Qingxin asked calmly.

Although the place was resplendent with brilliance, Ye Qingxin still caught sight of the man outside the lotus pond.

If any cultivator happened to see this scene, they would surely be shocked. Because the man who appeared in the hall was none other than Ye Lingxuan’s biological father, the current Master of the Forbidden Zone.

“Senior Ye, it’s been a long time. You still look as elegant as ever,” the Forbidden Zone Master said, looking up at the woman in the lotus pond. A faint smile appeared on his usually stern face.

Although the current Forbidden Zone Master’s realm was similar to Ye Qingxin’s, in terms of seniority, she was superior to him. This level of etiquette was still necessary.

“The Ye family and the Forbidden Zone are no longer related. I wonder why the Master of the Forbidden Zone has come here today?” Ye Qingxin’s tone was calm and indifferent.

“A few days ago, I heard from my daughter that Senior had personally guided her, so I wanted to take this opportunity to come and thank you in person.”

The Forbidden Zone Master looked at Ye Qingxin in the mist and slowly spoke.

Upon mentioning the Ye sisters, Ye Qingxin’s eyes softened slightly. She shook her head and said, “Although the Forbidden Zone has nothing to do with the Ye family, Ye Qian used to be taken care of by your daughter. This can be considered as repayment to her.”

As she spoke, Ye Qingxin changed the subject. “You didn’t come here for this matter. You want to ask me about the path to immortality, right?”

“If that’s why you’re here, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

The Forbidden Zone Master frowned slightly and said, “What do you mean?”

“The path to immortality appears once every ten thousand years. Although I have been in the Heavenly Court, I don’t know how the path to immortality appears,” Ye Qingxin said.

“If I knew how the path to immortality appeared, I wouldn’t have needed to descend with a wisp of my consciousness.”

Speaking of the path to immortality, Ye Qingxin couldn’t help but think of that humble and gentle young man. She continued, “You’ve only had this one daughter. She’s with Mu Zhi’an. You don’t object?”