It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Chapter 126: This Woman Is Destined for Me! p1

Chapter 126: This Woman Is Destined for Me! p1

The Third Prince sat in his pavilion, his tea cold and untouched.

His expression was stormy.

It was understandable. After all, he had just suffered a humiliating defeat.

One million spirit stones!

Even for a prince, producing such a sum was a challenge.

But because of his oath and his pride, he had to pay, even if it meant swallowing his pride.

And if word of this incident spread, he would become a laughingstock within the imperial court.

Even within the Two Polarities Sect, rumors of him falsely accusing a fellow disciple were already circulating.

He remembered the events of the previous day, Mu Zhi’an’s smug expression as he had manipulated the situation, and his anger surged, his grip tightening on his teacup.

Crack.

A thin crack appeared on the cup’s surface, then it shattered in his hand, tea spilling onto the floor.

He looked up at a disciple who had just entered, his voice cold. “What is it?”

Still trying to act tough? The disciple scoffed inwardly, but his voice remained respectful. “Your Highness, we can recall the letter we sent to the palace.”

The Third Prince frowned.

He had written a letter after returning, instructing his confidant to prepare one million spirit stones.

But now this disciple was saying he could recall the letter…?

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice sharp.

“The Eldest Princess left the palace a few days ago. She arrived at the Two Polarities Sect this morning, and it seems she’s aware of what happened yesterday…”

His anger evaporated, replaced by a wave of panic. “My sister is here…?” he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

The Eldest Princess had close relationships with many in the Two Polarities Sect. She was even friends with the master of the library, sharing her love of books. She often visited Yan Ruyu.

She was probably here to see her.

And with her status, she would surely have one million spirit stones.

If he asked her for help, he could avoid the gossip back home.

She wouldn’t spread rumors…

But would she lend him the money?

He was the son of a consort, while she was the Empress’s daughter.

Their relationship was distant.

If he asked her, he would surely be scolded…

He frowned. “Where is she?”

“Someone saw her going to the library,” the disciple replied.

He hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll go to the library.”

“Your Highness, the vice peak lord instructed me to tell you: avoid any further conflicts with Mu Zhi’an,” the disciple said as he stood up.

He froze, looking at the disciple. “The vice peak lord told you that?”

The disciple nodded, and his expression darkened.

Mu Zhi’an was clearly harboring a demonic cultivator, yet he was supposed to tolerate it…?

It was clear that his uncle, because of Ling Long, was also afraid.

Even the other peak lords were…

It was understandable. Mu Zhi’an had Ling Long’s backing.

But a demonic cultivator was a demonic cultivator. If Bai Ruoxi was exposed, even Ling Long couldn’t deny it, could she?

He clenched his fists, brushing the tea from his sleeve, then he stormed out of the pavilion.

After completing the necessary procedures, Mu Zhi’an was led to the top floor of the library, where he found Yan Ruyu waiting for him.

She wore a loose black robe, her hair flowing freely.

She didn’t seem particularly striking at first glance, but he, a seasoned connoisseur of beauty, could imagine the alluring curves hidden beneath her robe.

“Greetings, Master Yan,” he said, bowing.

She looked up at him, smiling. “Have a seat.”

Her voice was gentle, her demeanor humble despite her status, her aura intelligent and mature, like a teacher’s. She studied him, his silence and apparent nervousness… amusing…

“Relax. You’re close to Bai Ruoxi, aren’t you? Just talk to me like you would talk to her,” she said, her voice soothing.

I usually end up in bed with Ruoxi… He maintained his respectful demeanor. “You’re my senior, Master Yan. I have to show you respect…”

He paused, then added, his voice filled with mock sincerity, “But I do feel relaxed talking to you. It’s like talking to my neighbor’s older sister…”

He sighed dramatically, as if truly enamored…

She smiled, seemingly pleased by his words. She poured him a cup of tea. “There was quite a commotion at the Garden of Heavenly Harmony yesterday.”

He sipped his tea, sighing. “I just wanted to be a good person, Master Yan, but trouble always seems to find me…”

She nodded. “Conflicts between disciples are inevitable. But within the sect, we don’t resort to violence…”

She paused, then asked, “Do you have a preferred peak for the inner disciple selections?”

He chuckled, his voice filled with mock humility. “You flatter me, Master Yan. With my limited talent, I’ll be grateful to be chosen at all. I wouldn’t dare to choose…”

She smiled faintly. “Besides the nine peaks, the library and the Enforcement Hall can also choose inner disciples.”

Her words carried a subtle implication…

“But I heard you haven’t actively recruited an inner disciple in a long time,” he said, his voice laced with surprise.

The master of the library was known for her indifference towards the sect tournament and disciple cultivation. While the other peaks had been fighting over candidates for years, she had remained aloof…

But now she was interested in recruiting an inner disciple?

“I might not have recruited actively in the past, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested now,” she replied, her posture straight, her smile gentle.

“Junior Sister Lan and I are close. I trust her judgment.”

All signs pointed to Mu Zhi’an possessing secrets… secrets that had even made the three peak lords cautious.

That alone was enough to intrigue her…

“If I could become an inner disciple of the library, I would be eternally grateful, Master Yan,” he said, bowing, feigning loyalty.

She smiled. “There’s no need to rush. Think carefully.”

She paused, then added, her voice filled with gentle concern, “After joining the sect, you can choose a cultivation technique from the library. You haven’t been there yet, have you?”

He shook his head, and she continued, “Go to the third floor. If you find a technique that resonates with you, simply take it. Consider it a welcome gift…”

He smiled, bowing. “Thank you, Master Yan!”

The master of the library wasn’t a shark like the sect master, but she was still a big fish…

With her beauty and her aura, she would be the perfect teacher in the modern world, a ruler in her hand, her figure alluring, glasses perched on her nose.

She was exquisite… Her only flaw was her age, which was probably several times his… But it wasn’t a problem. In the cultivation world, age was irrelevant…

She smiled. “Go.”

She waved her hand.

The scenery shifted, and he found himself in a spacious hall.

A few disciples were scattered around, jade slips, scrolls, and ancient texts, representing various cultivation techniques, appearing and disappearing randomly.

The disciples reached for the techniques, but most only grasped empty air…

The third floor of the library contained countless techniques, even some first-grade techniques, treasures that could transform a cultivator’s life.

New disciples were allowed one visit to the library.

But whether they found a valuable technique or not… it depended on luck…

If their destiny was strong, they would attract rare and powerful techniques.

That was one of the reasons why cultivators sought Ling Long’s destiny inheritances. They could significantly improve one’s chances in all aspects of cultivation.

Of course, if they didn’t want to rely on luck, they could choose a technique from the second floor.

But the techniques on the second floor were only up to the sixth grade. Fifth-grade and higher techniques could only be obtained through chance on the third floor.

A jade slip drifted past him, and he reached out, easily catching it in his hand.

He looked at the words inscribed on the surface: ____.

“A third-grade technique?!” He was surprised. He reached for another technique, but this time, he only grasped a phantom…

He remembered Yan Ruyu’s words, a realization dawning on him.

He tossed the third-grade technique, and it vanished into thin air.

He reached out again.

He easily caught another technique.

It was clear that she had granted him some privilege… allowing him to obtain any technique he wanted.

She’s so generous… He chuckled inwardly.

It was like receiving a cheat code from the game developers, allowing him to keep drawing until he obtained the desired item…

But it was a significant favor. He couldn’t help but feel indebted…

For her, it might have been a trivial gesture, but for him, and for most disciples, it was a precious gift…

After all, a suitable cultivation technique could transform a cultivator’s path.

But there was nothing he could do for her, yet.

Well, there was one thing…

It’s not that I’m being lustful… I just feel like she’s been stuck at that bottleneck for a while, and I want to help her…

He remembered her alluring figure, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.

He spent nearly half an hour browsing the third floor, searching for a technique that suited him…

He found a few more third-grade techniques, but he hadn’t seen any second-grade or first-grade techniques yet.

First and second-grade techniques were also known as heaven-grade. They weren’t common… Even encountering one was a rare occurrence.

It seems a third-grade technique is the best I can hope for. He sighed inwardly.

But it was still early. He could try his luck again.