It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Chapter 134: The Elder Wants Me to Be a Kept Man! p1

Chapter 134: The Elder Wants Me to Be a Kept Man! p1

“This is a problem…” Mu Zhi’an muttered. If he visited Senior Sister Lan at the Pilgrimage Palace tomorrow, what about Lingxuan? But refusing Senior Sister’s invitation would also be troublesome.

He stared at the letter, his mind racing. “She’s acting like a CEO, demanding my presence. No chance to refuse?” Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem, but he already had plans with Lingxuan.

He pondered for a while, then he picked up a brush and began to write. If he couldn’t avoid it, he would take the initiative. He finished writing, put away the letter, and left the room.

He saw a figure approaching in the distance. It was Wei Mengrou, her yellow dress swirling gracefully, her embroidered shoes silent against the ground.

“Mengrou,” he called out, smiling.

She nodded, then studied him, her brow furrowed with concern. “Are you going out? Did something happen?”

“You truly understand me, Mengrou,” he said, his voice filled with mock sincerity. He hadn’t even said anything, and she had already sensed his troubled thoughts. She might seem cold and indifferent, but she truly cared about him.

She ignored his compliment, waiting for his explanation.

“Lingxuan invited me to see the peach blossoms at the Pilgrimage Palace tomorrow,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. “Isn’t that what you wanted, Young Master? A two-timing man like you…” She knew he had been interested in the Ye sisters for a while, but Ye Lingxuan had always been wary of him. Her invitation… it was a dream come true for him.

He sighed dramatically. “But Senior Sister Lan also invited me…”

She stared at him, her voice flat. “You deserve it.”

“You should be helping me, Mengrou,” he protested.

“I’m only responsible for your safety. Everything else is irrelevant.” She added, “If they come after you, it’s not my responsibility to protect you.” After all, if they came after him, it would be his own fault. But with Miss Bai’s personality, she probably wouldn’t attack him. He was clever. He always knew where to draw the line. He might seem reckless, but he always managed to survive.

She handed him a black sword, her voice calm. “This is one of the gifts the peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak gave me. I already have a weapon, so you can have it. It’s been imbued with a spirit. Channel your spiritual energy into it, and it can carry you for an hour,” she explained.

The sword was simple, its surface devoid of any ornamentation, but its blade was sharp, gleaming in the sunlight. Such a sword would be priceless in any auction house. Metamorphic Jewel Peak had only imbued twenty or so treasures with spirits since its founding. And the peak lord had given her two. It showed his sincerity.

He looked at her, his voice filled with mock gratitude. “You’re so kind, Mengrou.” He took her hand, his touch lingering.

She pulled her hand away, her voice cold. “Don’t touch me.”

“It would be better if she bit her lip, clutched her dress, and said, ‘Don’t… touch me…’ with those pleading eyes…” He chuckled, taking the sword. “Thank you.” Then he asked, “Did the peak lord say anything about solving your destiny problem?”

She hesitated, then replied, “He said he needed to think about it. He’ll discuss it with the peak lord of Dao Peak.”

He frowned, his expression thoughtful. “So even Nascent Soul cultivators find her destiny troublesome…?”

“Are you going out now?” she asked, changing the subject.

He nodded, smiling. “I’m… missing Senior Sister Lan, so I’m going to see her.” If he visited her now, he wouldn’t have to go to the Pilgrimage Palace tomorrow.

She seemed to understand his intentions, rolling her eyes. “You’ll regret this someday.”

He chuckled, not responding. He would deal with it when that day came. But it was unlikely to happen. He knew who to be intimate with, and when. If he waited until tomorrow, and Lingxuan and Senior Sister Lan encountered each other… it would be a disaster. No, it would be unmanageable.

Lingxuan had finally warmed up to him, even inviting him on a date. If she saw him with Senior Sister Lan, it would be a problem. So he had to take the initiative. Why wait for disaster to strike? He would simply visit Two Polarities Peak now. It would show Senior Sister Lan how much he missed her, and it would free up his schedule for tomorrow. A perfect solution.

…

At dusk, Shao Le Residence

Yan Ruyu sat sipping tea and reading a book, having just finished meditating, when a guest arrived. The guest was a beautiful woman in white robes, her figure alluring, her eyes both captivating and intimidating, her aura cold and commanding.

“Sister Yu, what brings you to my humble abode?” Yan Ruyu asked, smiling. It was Yu Ziyan, the peak lord of Dao Peak, her status within the Two Polarities Sect exalted. She poured her a cup of tea, gesturing towards a chair.

“It’s been a while, Junior Sister. You seem to be stuck at the third level of Nascent Soul,” Yu Ziyan said, her voice calm, a playful smile playing on her lips.

Yan Ruyu, her demeanor relaxed and alluring, like a noblewoman, glanced at her former fellow disciple, chuckling. “Is that why you’re here, Sister Yu? To discuss such trivial matters?”

Yu Ziyan smiled faintly. “Has your new inner disciple left?”

“I thought you would be eager to keep him here and cultivate your relationship.” Her tone carried a hint of mockery.

Yan Ruyu frowned. “What are you implying, Sister Yu?”

“Mu Zhi’an is an Innate Celestial Vessel, isn’t he?” Yu Ziyan asked, her gaze meeting Yan Ruyu’s, her voice sharp.

“He is,” Yan Ruyu replied calmly, unsurprised. They both cultivated the Dao of natural law, granting them an exceptional sensitivity to spiritual energy. If she had sensed his anomaly, so could Yu Ziyan.

“You’re targeting a new disciple for your own cultivation?” Yu Ziyan asked, her voice laced with disapproval.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sister Yu.” Yan Ruyu sipped her tea, her voice indifferent. “I simply admire his talent. Is it wrong to cherish a gifted disciple?” Seeing Yu Ziyan’s frown, she continued, “An Innate Celestial Vessel is indeed tempting, but I wouldn’t force myself on a child.” Of course, if he initiated something, it would be a different story.

Yu Ziyan studied her, her voice flat. “I won’t interfere with your personal life, but if you do anything that would tarnish the sect’s reputation—”

Yan Ruyu chuckled, interrupting her. “Why don’t you take him then, Sister Yu?”

Yu Ziyan frowned. “I wouldn’t stoop to such methods to advance my cultivation.”

“Then don’t interfere with my guidance of my disciple.” Yan Ruyu trailed her finger along her thigh, beneath her robe, her gaze meeting Yu Ziyan’s, a playful smile on her lips. “Do you truly believe we can’t become a beautiful couple? Or do you doubt my ability to attract a young man?”

She had been wondering if it was wrong to be interested in him. He seemed like a naive young man. She didn’t want to scar him. But Yu Ziyan’s words had angered her, and she was now determined to provoke her.

“If that’s all you came to say, Sister Yu, you can leave.” She smiled. “I know how to guide my disciple.”

Yu Ziyan hesitated, then chuckled. “You might not care, but the three elders of Dao Peak now know his secret. If others find out, you’ll be disgraced within the sect.”

Yan Ruyu scoffed. “You always resort to such petty tactics…” Yu Ziyan had only discovered Mu Zhi’an’s secret after the fact. Otherwise, she would have snatched him before anyone else. Most female elders, if they knew about his Innate Celestial Vessel constitution, would be eager to claim him. Was she truly so pure that she could resist the temptation of a guaranteed breakthrough?

“If there’s nothing else, please leave.” Her words were a dismissal.

She watched as Yu Ziyan departed, her alluring figure disappearing from view, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

She knew the risks Yu Ziyan had mentioned.

She knew what she had to do…