It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists-Chapter 426: What a Wonderful Tea

After reaching the Nascent Soul realm, Wei Mengrou’s cauldron had formed ten pocket dimensions, which she had merged into a single, large pocket dimension, filled with vast spiritual energy.

Even if she hadn’t deliberately concealed her aura, Young Master shouldn’t have been able to sense her so easily.

“It’s because of the scented balm you’re using,” Mu Zhian leaned closer to Wei Mengrou, sniffing slightly, and looked up, smiling. “Is this Deer Cry Balm?”

Wei Mengrou glanced at him. “Your nose is quite sharp.”

Deer Cry Balm was a relatively uncommon type of scented balm in the Eastern Continent. Its fragrance was cool and refreshing, like mint, and because it was subtle, not many women used it.

“As expected of a playboy who used to date different women every day. You’re quite knowledgeable,” the maid said sarcastically.

Mu Zhian shrugged. “I’ve rarely seen anyone use this balm. You’re the first, Mengrou, so naturally, I paid more attention.”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Wei Mengrou said coldly, “Save those words for the Demon Empress. I’m just your maid. There’s no need to flatter me.”

Although she hadn’t personally seen any intimacy between Mu Zhian and the Demon Empress, she had heard the rumors circulating within the Demon Palace.

Such as ‘Mu Zhian is a fox spirit sent by the Eastern Continent to bewitch Her Majesty,’ or ‘Beware of the Eastern Continent’s honey trap.’

She didn’t know if these rumors were true, but with Young Master’s Innate Celestial Furnace, she wouldn’t be surprised if he attracted vixens.

The maid was almost used to it by now.

Mu Zhian smiled and took Wei Mengrou’s hand. “I still have to find ways to please the maid who’s willing to serve me. Come to think of it, it’s been almost half a month since we’ve… been intimate…”

A charming blush crept onto Wei Mengrou’s face, and sensing his teasing gaze, she glared at him disdainfully. “Who wants to be intimate with a worm like you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

Mu Zhian toyed with his teacup, glancing at her. “Don’t you want to know what my Innate Celestial Furnace has become?”

Wei Mengrou scoffed. “No matter how you package it, the Innate Celestial Furnace is still a vulgar thing. I’m not interested.”

Mu Zhian raised an eyebrow, casting his line. “Haven’t you noticed that my charm has disappeared? It should be passively emitted and uncontrollable…”

Wei Mengrou’s attention was indeed caught, and she looked at the handsome boy with suspicion.

That’s true… Her heart would race uncontrollably whenever she saw Young Master before, and she would even have the urge to be close to him. That was because of the ‘charm’ emitted by his Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox body.

But now, she didn’t feel that uncontrollable urge anymore.

“How did you do it?” Wei Mengrou couldn’t help but ask.

Mu Zhian smiled, deliberately keeping her in suspense. “You’ll know after we… cultivate.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. I’m not interested,” Wei Mengrou said indifferently.

“Then forget it,” Mu Zhian nodded, sipping his tea.

A brief silence fell over the hall.

But the maid’s eyes flickered, and she subconsciously craned her neck, wanting to look at Young Master, but she held back, maintaining her aloof demeanor.

“Young Master Mu, the carriage is waiting outside,” a demon servant entered the hall and said respectfully.

Outside the hall, a carriage pulled by nine Flood Dragons stopped before the Demon Palace, its imposing aura attracting the attention of nearby demon cultivators.

Only high-ranking officials in the Demon Realm could use a carriage pulled by nine Flood Dragons, besides the Thirteen Seats and the ancient princes from the forbidden zones.

Could it be that the descendant of some ancient prince has left seclusion?

Many speculated inwardly.

As they wondered, Mu Zhian and Wei Mengrou boarded the carriage, heading towards the Lan family in the Eastern Continent.

…

Several days passed.

One day, at the border of the Abyss in the Eastern Continent, a carriage, radiating a brilliant light like the sun, sped towards the boundary between the Demon Realm and the Eastern Continent.

At the border, several demon clan elders sat in a pavilion, sipping tea and discussing the Dao.

Soon, a demon cultivator noticed the carriage, like a golden light, streaking towards the Eastern Continent.

An elder from the Colorful Ape Clan frowned. “Which royal descendant is traveling in such grand style?”

Another bird demon was about to scan the carriage with its consciousness, but a beautiful female demon cultivator stopped it.

“Hongyu, why did you stop me? Do you know who’s in that carriage?” the bird demon asked, frowning.

The demon cultivator called “Hongyu” raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. “A while ago, many members of the Demonic Rhinoceros Clan died, and they fell from the top of the border demon clans to the bottom. If you don’t want to end up like them, you can do as you please.”

“I’m stopping you for your own good.”

Hearing this, the other demon clan elders exchanged surprised glances.

“What do you mean?” another demon cultivator asked.

The bird demon reacted quickly. “If I remember correctly, the Eighth Seat of the Demon Realm investigated the Demonic Rhinoceros Clan and purged many internal threats… Could they have offended the person in that carriage?”

The other demon cultivators suddenly understood.

“If it weren’t for Elder Hongyu, we might have accidentally offended them.”

“We’re all demon clans of the borderlands. We should help each other,” Hongyu said with a smile.

Her clan had just become the leading clan of the borderlands and was still relatively weak. Naturally, she wanted to build connections with other clans.

Her distant relative was the Eighth Seat of the Demon Realm. She had learned about that young master from him a few days ago, and combined with the mysterious demise of the Demonic Rhinoceros Clan, she had guessed the identity of the person in the carriage.

But what a grand display… Just how much does Her Majesty owe Mu Zhian? Why is she treating him so well?

The border demon clans watched as the carriage, like a burning golden light, sped towards the Eastern Continent, lost in thought.

This scene attracted the attention of not only the Demon Realm, but also various powers in the Eastern Continent. Many cultivators from different sects and holy lands were secretly observing the carriage.

Many ancient clans suspected that it might be the descendant of some powerful being from a forbidden zone in the Eastern Continent.

But these speculations were soon overshadowed by the increasingly lively Lan family ancestral worship ceremony.

The Lan family controlled a vast territory in the Eastern Continent, and hundreds of sects and lineages were under their rule. After each ancestral worship ceremony, the statue of the Lan family ancestor would guide the family’s future direction, even helping them find ancient ruins.

Therefore, various sects and lineages would send representatives to congratulate the Lan family.

As the day approached, cultivators from all over the Eastern Continent traveled to the Lan family, either on their swords or on battleships.

After the ancestral worship ceremony, the Lan family ancestor would bestow a divine oracle, which anyone could try to decipher. If they succeeded, they would obtain a great opportunity and rise to prominence.

After all, the Lan family ancestor was once a powerful overlord.

The blessings they bestowed were an irresistible temptation for cultivators.

One afternoon, a luxurious carriage pulled by nine Flood Dragons flew through the sky towards the Lan family, attracting attention along the way.

This luxurious carriage, crafted from special spirit ores, was priceless, and Flood Dragons were incredibly proud creatures. Besides the ruler of the Demon Realm, they only submitted to those they acknowledged.

The person in the carriage must have a powerful background and immense talent to have Flood Dragons as their mounts.

As the carriage passed by a pavilion in the sky, a young man inside also noticed it.

The man wasn’t particularly handsome, but he had a pleasant appearance. A faint golden light emanated from him, and he exuded an extraordinary aura.

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“Interesting. Even Nascent Soul experts don’t travel in such grand style,” the young man murmured, toying with an exquisite jade slip in his hand.

A faint light emanated from the jade slip, and a calm voice echoed from within, “There are only a few in the Eastern Continent who can travel in such a carriage. Don’t cause trouble. Focus on your cultivation.”

“I know,” the young man chuckled dismissively. “If I remember correctly, the Lan family’s ancestral worship ceremony is approaching. Their ancestor will likely bestow a great opportunity.”

“And I heard that one of the Lan family’s goals is to have those two talented sisters return to the family. It’s said that Lan Mulian is the strongest of the younger generation in the Nine Provinces, and her younger sister…”

He paused, then continued, “As a Chosen One, her strength is also quite formidable. They’re truly an exceptional pair of sisters.”

A thoughtful look appeared in the young man’s eyes as he looked towards the Lan family.

If he remembered correctly, that carriage was also heading towards the Lan family.

“Have you forgotten my warning? It’s best not to cause trouble. I feel like the luck bestowed upon you by the Heavenly Dao has decreased recently. There might be something wrong with the Heavenly Dao,” the elder’s voice came from the jade slip.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing,” the young man smiled faintly. “I’ll cultivate diligently and reach the Nascent Soul realm soon.”

He paused, then continued, “If I don’t reach the Nascent Soul realm soon, I’ll have to return to that damned village.”

Huang Weifeng was a young man from the mountains.

He had been born into poverty, orphaned at a young age, and lived in a village filled with the elderly, the weak, and the disabled. Some were blind, some were deaf, and some had been crippled in their youth while being pursued by enemies.

But fortunately, he was a transmigrator, so he hadn’t experienced much hardship before leaving the village. Those difficult days were lived by the original owner of this body.

The villagers there couldn’t even afford three meals a day. If it weren’t for a man from the village who had become the president of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce, and his daughter’s suggestion to help the villagers, many of the disabled in the village would have starved to death during the winter.

Of course, now that he had the Heavenly Dao’s favor and had obtained a jade slip containing the inheritance of Dao Initial Celestial Venerable from that village, his past was no longer relevant. The consciousness within the jade slip was the spirit beast that had served Dao Initial Celestial Venerable, the Holy Light Qilin.

Since he was an orphan, staying in that village would only lead to a miserable life. Now, with the Heavenly Dao’s favor, he would never have to return to that desolate place.

Huang Weifeng looked towards the Lan family, a faint smile on his face. “To reach the Nascent Soul realm quickly, I’ll have to gather all the resources I can.”

He had heard that the Lan sisters were incredibly beautiful. He could take this opportunity during the ancestral worship ceremony to see them, and also see what kind of woman Lan Feiying, who was also a Chosen One, was like.

The Holy Light Qilin, experienced and wise, saw through Huang Weifeng’s thoughts and quickly advised, “Being a Chosen One doesn’t mean you’re invincible. You’re too arrogant. Although you’ve never been defeated in your current realm, the Lan family is a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers reside.”

“If you cause trouble, you won’t just be facing Core Formation cultivators.”

Huang Weifeng chuckled. “Don’t worry, Senior Qilin. I know what I’m doing. I won’t offend anyone easily.”

He ignored the Holy Light Qilin’s warning, summoned an ordinary flying sword from his storage ring, and flew towards the Lan family.

…

“The Soul Locking Bell… It’s reacting in the Eastern Continent.”

Inside the luxurious carriage, Mu Zhian embraced Wei Mengrou’s waist, toying with the seemingly ordinary ancient bell in his other hand.

The Lan family’s ancestral worship ceremony was still some time away. Mu Zhian had left the Demon Realm early to fulfill his promise to the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

As soon as they entered the Eastern Continent, he took out the bell and tried to locate her consciousness.

The bell guided them north.

The Eastern Continent was prosperous, each ancient clan controlling a vast territory.

Mu Zhian had now arrived in the Lan family’s territory. Every half hour, he could see various sects and families beneath the Lan family’s rule.

And within this vast area, he also saw an ancient city, filled with giant stone pillars depicting the glorious deeds of the Lan family ancestor and her miracles in suppressing the forbidden zones of the Eastern Continent, accompanied by inscriptions in an ancient language.

“So this is the Lan family ancestor? She must have been an exceptional Empress in the past. It’s a pity she’s now just dust,” Mu Zhian said softly with a sigh.

He held Wei Mengrou’s soft, smooth hand, enjoying its warmth as he closed his eyes and rested.

Wei Mengrou glanced at her Young Master, pursed her lips, and looked out the window, pretending to be indifferent.

Mu Zhian had been… flirting with her along the way. At first, Wei Mengrou had maintained her cold demeanor, but gradually, she gave up and let him hold her hand.

Initially, Mu Zhian had simply expressed his affection and longing for her, and although she appeared disdainful, the fact that she didn’t retort or mock him showed her true feelings.

Then, as the carriage approached the Lan family’s territory, Wei Mengrou felt his warm hand on hers. Although she wanted to refuse and maintain her aloof persona, she couldn’t bring herself to push his hand away and simply let him hold it.

Mu Zhian embraced her waist. “Your face is so hot, Mengrou. Are you feeling unwell?”

A Nascent Soul expert catching a cold? Mu Zhian was clearly teasing her.

Wei Mengrou’s body felt warm, and she felt both annoyed and flustered, but she didn’t dare to look up at him and simply whispered, “I’m fine…”

“H-Has the Soul Locking Bell reacted?”

Mengrou is truly a tsundere. When she’s not being intimate, she’s always so aloof and disdainful, but once they are… she becomes shy… Mu Zhian was amused.

The maid was the cold and aloof type. When she was cold, she could freeze people, but when she was shy, she exuded an incredibly alluring charm.

Mu Zhian looked at the slightly vibrating bell in his hand. “There’s a reaction, but it’s not very strong. I only know it’s somewhere in this area. It seems the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox used some method to conceal her consciousness.”

Wei Mengrou hummed in response, then felt his hand gently kneading her waist beneath her yellow dress, his gentle voice echoing in her ear, “You’re so cold towards me, Mengrou. Are you still angry that I haven’t seen you much lately?”

Wei Mengrou felt a surge of annoyance. She knew he was teasing her, and she was about to swat his hand away.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and glanced out the window.

It was Lan Feiying’s aura.

Mu Zhian opened the curtains and followed Wei Mengrou’s gaze, seeing a Dragon Sparrow carriage approaching them in the distance.

Although it wasn’t excessively luxurious, it was still quite rare in the Eastern Continent.

But what was even rarer was the person inside.

As a gust of wind blew, the curtains lifted slightly, revealing a beautiful woman in a fiery red dress.

She had an oval face, and the dress accentuated her slender waist, the red fabric clinging to her ample bosom.

Her breasts seemed to sway gently with the movement of the carriage.

Feiying has… grown, but she’s still not as big as Ruoxi… Mu Zhian quietly released Wei Mengrou’s hand and was about to greet Lan Feiying when he suddenly sensed a strange gaze upon him from below.

He looked down and saw a young man he had never met before. The man, clearly not expecting Mu Zhian’s sharp senses, quickly looked away and flew off on his sword.

“I’ve never seen him before, but he seemed to have murderous intent towards me…”

Mu Zhian narrowed his eyes, looking at the retreating figure, a playful glint in his eyes, and gave some instructions to the Void Nightmare, which was still immersed in the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll, sending it to secretly follow the man.

The carriage in the distance arrived beside them.

The curtains slowly parted, revealing a beautiful, alluring face in the faint light.

Lan Feiying, holding a cup of tea, her eyes sparkling with charm, glanced at Wei Mengrou, who was holding the curtains open for Mu Zhian, and smiled faintly. “So you came to the Lan family after all.”

“Sister has been mentioning you quite often these past few days,” she added in a seductive voice.

Senior Sister is truly cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Just as I expected, she’s completely different in private… Mu Zhian chuckled. “Sorry, I spent quite some time refining the Supreme Clarity Pill.”

“You always mention Sister. Don’t you miss me, Feiying?” Mu Zhian asked.

Lan Feiying studied Mu Zhian’s handsome face and smiled. “There’s no need to ask. I know the answer.”

Seeing their flirtatious exchange, Wei Mengrou tightened her grip on the curtains.

Although she always claimed to be just Young Master’s maid, she couldn’t help but feel jealous. She glanced at Mu Zhian.

“Let’s talk after we return to the Lan family. This isn’t a suitable place for conversation.”

Mu Zhian nodded slightly. “You’re right. Let’s go to the Lan family then.”

Seeing this, Wei Mengrou’s expression softened, and she looked at Lan Feiying, a warm smile appearing on her usually cold face. “Young Master and I will go ahead.”

Lan Feiying narrowed her eyes, looking at the maid.

Before Wei Mengrou could close the curtains, Lan Feiying gasped, “Oops,” and ‘accidentally’ spilled the tea in her hand onto the soft cushions.

She looked up with a wronged expression. “I spilled my tea, and the cushions are all wet. Can I go back with you…?”

The faint smile on Wei Mengrou’s face froze.

“Is that not allowed?”

Lan Feiying asked softly, seeing Mu Zhian’s hesitant expression.

Mu Zhian glanced at the maid, whose expression was as cold as ice, and coughed lightly. “Mmm… It’s not crowded with three people. Since Feiying accidentally spilled her tea, she can come with us.”

Mu Zhian took a sip of his tea, savored it, and sighed. “What a wonderful tea.”

The carriage door opened, and a fragrant breeze wafted in. A soft, alluring body pressed against Mu Zhian’s left side, encased in a fiery red dress.

Lan Feiying glanced at the maid beside Mu Zhian and smiled. “Sorry to interrupt~”