It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Chapter 106: Mu Zhi’an is Over There, Get Him!

Chapter 106: Mu Zhi’an is Over There, Get Him!

As Mu Zhi’an stepped through the glowing doorway, he found himself on a sandy beach, the vast expanse of the ocean stretching before him. And standing on the water, her feet bare, was a woman with a captivating figure, her skin pale and flawless. Her silver hair cascaded down her back, reaching her shapely hips, her curves accentuated by her lack of clothing.

This aura… it’s definitely her… Ling Long!

He exchanged a glance with the two women, then stepped forward, bowing respectfully. “Greetings, Senior Ling Long.”

Silence.

He was about to speak again when she turned to look at them, her crimson eyes filled with confusion.

What are you confused about? Didn’t you call us here? And… she’s well-endowed… Even more so than Ruoxi… He forced himself to look away, bowing again. “Senior Ling Long, were you summoning me earlier?”

She tilted her head, blinking, studying him for a moment, then her expression softened, and she nodded slightly. “Aaaa~”

She can’t speak…?

He realized this and asked tentatively, “Did you need something from me…?”

She didn’t answer, simply staring at him, then her gaze shifted to Ye Lingxuan and Wei Mengrou. She pointed at her feet, as if gesturing.

What? Her feet are pretty, but I’m not into that. He looked down at her pale, delicate feet, chuckling inwardly.

“She wants us to come closer…?” Ye Lingxuan asked.

Ling Long nodded.

He had come this far. He couldn’t back down now. He joined the two women, standing before the silver-haired woman, her gaze gentle and captivating.

Is there something wrong with me? She’s beautiful. He coughed, trying to compose himself. “What do you want us to do, Senior Ling Long?”

She looked at them, her lips parting slightly, then she spoke, her voice soft and clear.

“Follow me.”

It wasn’t a song this time. It was human speech.

And in that instant, the scenery shifted, the beach transforming into a tranquil garden, filled with the fragrance of herbs.

Her words… they shape reality… He stared at her, his eyes widening with surprise and awe.

She wasn’t unable to speak. Her words simply became reality. He had read about such abilities in ancient texts, but they were exceedingly rare.

There was a special physique, a constitution that granted its possessor the power to shape reality with their words. It sounded wonderful, but it also meant that every word carried karmic consequences.

For example, if Ling Long said, “Mu Zhi’an will reach Core Formation,” it would create a significant karmic debt, affecting both her and him.

That’s why she keeps saying “Aaa.” I thought she couldn’t speak, but it’s because she can’t. He understood.

He looked around, the garden peaceful and serene. They were standing before an elegant pavilion, a tea set arranged on the table. He noticed that two of the cups seemed to have been used.

Did someone visit her before us…? He wondered.

But he didn’t ask, simply bowing respectfully. “How may I address you, Senior?”

Words formed in the tea, spelling out a name: Lin Ling.

She poured them each a cup of tea.

Ye Lingxuan thanked her politely, but her attention was elsewhere. She could sense something calling to her from within the realm. But with Ling Long present, she couldn’t give in to her curiosity. Even if there was some inheritance that resonated with her, she couldn’t lose her composure in front of the dragon.

As she thought this, she felt a warm hand grasp hers beneath the table.

She froze, looking up at Mu Zhi’an. He was smiling at her, his eyes conveying a message: Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. She understood, her heart easing.

He looked away, bowing to the silver-haired woman, his voice respectful. “Senior Lin Ling, did you summon me for something? If there’s anything I can do, I’ll gladly assist you.”

Even if there was an inheritance that resonated with Ye Lingxuan, he couldn’t rush things. He had to understand the dragon’s intentions first.

“No need to rush,” words formed in the tea.

Before he could speak, she looked towards something outside the pavilion.

He followed her gaze and realized that the pavilion was floating in the air, an ancient palace visible in the distance. And through the palace windows, he saw several familiar figures.

The Third Prince, and three of his old friends from Tianxuan City.

She wants me to wait until the trial is over…? He understood, squeezing Ye Lingxuan’s hand reassuringly. It was fine. He wasn’t in a hurry. He would simply enjoy the show.

…

Ling Long’s Celestial Realm had been opened to the disciples a few times in the past, and each time, two or three had benefited, receiving immense destiny. No one knew why it had summoned them this time. But regardless of its reasons, no one would pass up this opportunity.

Ye Yu, following the others, entered a spacious hall. Two mechanical puppets, shaped like dragons, stood guard on either side, their eyes mismatched, their forms crude as if their creator had been careless. But their strength was undeniable. The disciples attacked them relentlessly, but they couldn’t break through their defenses.

“Young Master Ye, shouldn’t we help them…?” a soft, melodious voice asked beside him.

He glanced at the woman, her beauty captivating, her expression gentle. He had suffered so many defeats at Mu Zhi’an’s hands that he had almost forgotten he was still considered a talented disciple. It was only natural that some women would be drawn to him.

“There’s no rush. Let them test the waters first. We’ll act later,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her face, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Wasting their spiritual energy on these puppets now, it would be foolish. How could they compete for Ling Long’s inheritance if they were exhausted?

He scanned the crowd, searching for Mu Zhi’an, then he felt a sharp gaze upon him. He looked up and saw a young man in luxurious robes. It was Ning Long, the Third Prince. He hadn’t passed Boundless Sea Peak’s trial, but he had a guaranteed spot. He had abandoned the trial and entered the sect through other means. He could enter Ling Long’s realm because he possessed the Great Qian Dynasty’s imperial aura.

They exchanged a glance, then looked away. Senior Sister Lan had warned them not to fight, or they might incur Ling Long’s displeasure. They had their differences, but compared to Ling Long’s inheritance, they were insignificant. Besides, their conflict stemmed from the Ye sisters. And now, both Ye Qian and Ye Lingxuan were under Mu Zhi’an’s control. In other words, they had a common enemy. And the enemy of one’s enemy was a friend. Even if they couldn’t be friends, they didn’t need to fight, risking mutual destruction.

Ye Yu scanned the crowd, searching for Mu Zhi’an. He had seen him earlier, but now, he was gone. Had he given up? Impossible. With his personality, he wouldn’t abandon Ling Long’s trial so easily, especially with Lingxuan by his side. But if that was the case, where was he?

He narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing.

“They’re outside the palace,” the old man’s voice whispered in his mind.

He turned to look, and through a window, he saw a pavilion. And sitting there, sipping tea, chatting and laughing with Ye Lingxuan, was Mu Zhi’an, another woman with silver hair sitting beside them.

“…?” He stared at them, his mind reeling.

“Why are they out there?! We’re not allowed to leave until we pass the trial!” he screamed inwardly, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an, watching as he made Ye Lingxuan laugh with his words.

His smile vanished, replaced by a mixture of confusion and rage. They were all here, struggling with the trial, and he was outside, relaxing and flirting with a beautiful woman?!

The Third Prince also noticed, his gaze sharpening as he glared at Mu Zhi’an. He had always been privileged, allowed to skip the line. He couldn’t tolerate this cheating.

He looked up, his voice filled with anger. “Senior Ling Long, is this fair?!”

His gaze was fixed on the pavilion, on Mu Zhi’an, who was sipping his tea leisurely. They were all here, facing the trial, and he had already passed…? How could they accept this?!

The other disciples, noticing the commotion, also looked towards the pavilion, their eyes filled with resentment. They were struggling here, while he was outside, relaxing and flirting… It was infuriating.

Lin Ling, watching from the pavilion, noticed the Third Prince’s anger, then Mu Zhi’an’s expression, it darkened slightly. She set down her teacup.

The two puppets froze. Time seemed to stop. She spoke, her voice soft but firm.

And in an instant, the Third Prince vanished from the hall.

The disciples gasped, their hearts pounding. He had been eliminated. Their anger evaporated, replaced by a chilling fear.

Had they lost their minds? Questioning Ling Long’s decision? It was suicidal. Perhaps Mu Zhi’an had discovered a shortcut. After all, this was Ling Long. Even the sect elders and peak lords addressed her with respect.

Such a being wouldn’t favor a mere disciple.

The two puppets reactivated. But one of them, ignoring the others, charged towards Ye Yu, forcing him to defend himself.

He glared towards the window, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief. If he had any pride, he would leave now.

But Ling Long’s inheritance, no one would willingly abandon it. Not even him.

Mu Zhi’an watched the chaos unfold, a hint of concern in his eyes. He looked at Lin Ling, his voice soft. “Senior Lin Ling, is this wise…?”

“It’s fine.”

She shook her head, words forming on the table. “I make the rules here.”

He still seemed concerned, his gaze downcast as he sipped his tea.

The disciples had entered this realm seeking destiny. But they hadn’t realized that the true treasure, it wasn’t destiny. He cared about destiny, but not excessively. After all, the true treasure, it was something else.

He set down his teacup. It was time to test her.

Chapter 106: Mu Zhi’an is Over There, Get Him!