It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Chapter 140: Classic Two-Timing… I Can’t Handle This!

Chapter 140: Classic Two-Timing… I Can’t Handle This!

On the Peak of Celestial Secrets, three peak lords stood, watching a paper crane soar towards the Forbidden Zone.

The incident caused by the Forbidden Zone’s envoys had been significant, and the Two Polarities Sect had to address it.

They weren’t accusing the Forbidden Zone. They were simply informing the master about Shen Lao and Zhou Cang’s actions, their disturbance of Ling Long. And the elders and leaders of the Forbidden Zone, upon reading the letter, would know how to handle the situation.

Yu Xuanji, the peak lord of the Peak of Celestial Secrets, stood beside Yu Ziyan, the peak lord of Dao Peak. And near them stood Yi Hao, his expression troubled. He was wondering if he should visit Mu Zhi’an again. His Eight Treasures Cranes couldn’t withstand Ling Long’s appetite.

Before them stood Shen Lao and Zhou Cang. The other six peak lords had returned to their respective peaks. After all, seeing so many peak lords gathered together would surely spark rumors among the disciples.

Shen Lao’s expression was bitter, his voice laced with a resigned helplessness. “I apologize for my rudeness tonight, Peak Lords. I caused you trouble.”

“But I was simply here to retrieve Miss. The conflict with Young Friend Mu was an accident.”

“If I had known Senior Ling Long was there, I wouldn’t have disturbed her,” he said, sighing inwardly. They hadn’t expected their simple request to escalate into such a disaster. Normally, visiting a disciple’s pavilion wouldn’t be a problem, as long as they didn’t cause any trouble. But who could have known that Ling Long was living there? She was the Two Polarities Sect’s guardian beast. She usually resided beneath the sect’s cliffs, rarely leaving. He wouldn’t have believed it, even if someone had told him. Ling Long was known for her aloofness. She rarely interacted with even the peak lords and elders. Why would she be living in a disciple’s pavilion? It was bizarre. But the truth was undeniable.

Yu Ziyan scoffed. “Even without Ling Long, Mu Zhi’an is still a disciple of our sect. Is it acceptable for you to disturb his cultivation at night?”

Zhou Cang hesitated, then spoke, his voice firm. “It was wrong of us to disturb him, but I discovered that Miss seems to have fallen for him.”

“If our clan finds out, considering her status, it could cause trouble for Young Master Mu.”

Yi Hao glanced at him, his voice cold. “Are you saying our disciple is unworthy of your Miss?”

Zhou Cang bowed his head. “I wouldn’t dare, but…”

“But what? Love is a natural occurrence. There’s no need for social status in matters of the heart,” Yu Ziyan said, chuckling. “And besides, there are plenty of people pursuing Mu Zhi’an.”

Yu Xuanji’s eyes lit up with interest. “He has many female admirers?” She spent most of her time in seclusion on the Peak of Celestial Secrets. She wasn’t aware of such gossip.

“Something like that,” Yu Ziyan replied, smiling, then she fell silent, realizing she had said too much. With his handsome face and his status as an inner disciple, he surely had many admirers. He was the master of the library’s disciple, after all. And once word of that spread throughout the sect, he would probably attract even more attention, even from the senior disciples.

And it wasn’t just the female disciples who were interested. If his secret as a Vessel was exposed, it would be a different story. For female elders who had been cultivating for centuries, advancing a level was more important than anything. And he was the type of handsome young man that many elders favored.

Of course, she wouldn’t say that. After all, she had to protect her own interests. He was her junior sister’s disciple, and in a way, he was also a disciple of Dao Peak. She hadn’t even benefited from him yet. How could she allow his secret to be exposed? If anyone was going to take advantage of him, it should be Dao Peak.

Of course, it was just a hypothetical. She hadn’t made any bold decisions yet.

The three peak lords escorted the two servants out of the Two Polarities Sect, and as they flew through the air, Zhou Cang’s expression darkened, his voice filled with frustration as he spoke to Shen Lao. “Are we truly giving up, Shen Lao?”

Shen Lao sighed, his gaze fixed on the three Nascent Soul cultivators flying ahead of them. “The elders instructed us to bring Miss back if she wanted to return. If not, we could wait for half a year.” They hadn’t come here expecting certain success.

He glanced at Zhou Cang, then added, “But our trip wasn’t entirely fruitless.” They had suffered a significant loss, and they would surely be punished upon returning. But at least Miss had seen Mu Zhi’an’s true nature. He had discreetly informed her to visit the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. She should be there by now. And once she had seen the two women living there, with her intelligence, she would surely realize what kind of man he was. While having multiple partners wasn’t uncommon in the cultivation world, Ye Lingxuan was different. She was destined to inherit the Forbidden Zone, to become the next Empress. She couldn’t possibly share a husband. Once she saw his true colors, with her pride, she would surely leave him. They had suffered a loss tonight, and they would face punishment upon returning, but they had successfully prevented her from forming a relationship with another man. It was a costly victory. He consoled himself.

After fifteen minutes, they passed the Pilgrimage Palace, and Yu Ziyan slowed down, glancing down, her brow furrowing slightly. “Strange. Why is the Pilgrimage Palace so beautiful? Is someone having a date here?” Normally, no disciple would visit the Pilgrimage Palace at night. They were usually either sparring, meditating, or studying techniques. The Pilgrimage Palace was usually deserted, especially at night. But now, it was bathed in a soft, pink glow, the peach blossoms shimmering, their beauty enhanced by the dreamlike atmosphere.

“It must be some disciple using a technique to impress a girl.”

Yu Xuanji glanced around, her brow furrowing. “A technique with such a wide range. It must have consumed a lot of spiritual energy.”

“But I don’t sense any spiritual energy from that pink light. Is it truly a technique…?” Yi Hao said, his voice laced with doubt.

Yu Ziyan’s gaze swept over the surroundings, landing on the black stone tablets. The three peak lords exchanged glances, their eyes widening with surprise.

“Destiny…?” The tablets were clearly the ones used to test a cultivator’s destiny. And now they were emitting a pink light. Could it be that the pink light was someone’s destiny…?

Zhou Cang and Shen Lao were also surprised. Pink destiny…? They had never heard of such a thing.

The peak lords hesitated, then they decided to approach the Pilgrimage Palace and see who was responsible for this spectacle. As they drew closer, they saw two figures sitting on a stone bench. The woman wore a thin purple dress, her slender waist accentuated by a ribbon, her budding bosom straining against the fabric, her long hair flowing freely, her head lowered slightly, her shoulder pressed against the young man beside her, who was whispering something in her ear.

“Miss?!” Zhou Cang exclaimed. His gaze landed on Mu Zhi’an, his eyes narrowing.

Shen Lao stared at Ye Lingxuan, her delicate features flushed, his expression filled with shock. She should have already visited the Garden of Heavenly Harmony. Why was she with Mu Zhi’an…?

So it’s them. Yu Ziyan glanced at them, then looked away, her voice calm. “Let’s go, you two. My time is limited.”

They hesitated, their expressions filled with a reluctant frustration, but they followed the peak lords. They wouldn’t dare to disobey them now. But as Shen Lao departed, he sent a mental message to Ye Lingxuan. “Miss—”

“I know what I’m doing. Go back,” she replied coldly, cutting him off. She had clearly sensed their presence, but she had chosen to ignore them. He glanced at her, her face flushed, her shoulder pressed against Mu Zhi’an’s, and he sighed inwardly. She didn’t seem to know what she was doing. But if Mu Zhi’an truly had Ling Long’s backing, he was worthy of her. But his womanizing, it was still a problem.

Mu Zhi’an, sensing a hostile gaze, looked up to see Zhou Cang, who was being escorted away. He glared at them, and when he saw Mu Zhi’an’s shoulder pressed against the young woman’s, his eyes burned with rage.

The three peak lords noticed Mu Zhi’an’s gaze and nodded politely, leading the two men away. Mu Zhi’an looked away, glancing at Ye Lingxuan, who had frowned at the interruption, and he sighed dramatically. “Are your servants always so terrifying…?”

“If I go to the Forbidden Zone with you to meet your father, will they beat me up along the way?”

She chuckled. “If they knew about our relationship, they probably would.”

“Will you protect me then?” he asked, his voice filled with mock fear.

She glared at him, knowing he was teasing her. “You’re a womanizer. You deserve to be beaten up.”

He looked at her beautiful profile, her long eyelashes fluttering, his voice soft. “If I had met you first, I wouldn’t be a womanizer.” His words were like a gentle rain, soothing her heart, her pulse quickening.

He was saying that if he had met her first, he would have been so captivated by her charm that he wouldn’t have been interested in other women. It was an indirect compliment, a testament to her irresistible beauty. She had heard countless compliments throughout her life, but his words, spoken in this enchanting atmosphere, they touched her heart.

“Do you like the peach blossoms?” he asked softly.

She felt a flutter in her chest, sensing his gaze upon her. She had never felt this way before. Her upbringing had taught her to be calm and composed. But when it came to love, she was still inexperienced. His words, his presence, they had an intoxicating effect on her. She felt her cheeks burning.

She suddenly felt his hand on her waist, her heart skipping a beat as she looked up at him. His nose was straight, his handsome face framed by soft, dark hair, his eyes filled with warmth and affection as he gazed at her. He leaned closer, his face drawing near, his gaze meeting hers, his breath warm against her skin.

She seemed to understand his intentions, her eyes flickering, her hands clenching, her heart filled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. If she accepted his advances, how would she face Qian’er…? But as she hesitated, he captured her lips, his kiss soft and sweet.

“Mmm…” Her eyes widened, and she instinctively placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him away. But her resistance slowly faded as his kiss deepened, her hands losing their strength, her eyes fluttering closed, her arms wrapping around his neck.

They were surrounded by glowing peach blossoms, their beauty enhanced by the pink light, her purple dress a splash of color against the soft hues, her usual aloofness gone.

Her lipstick tastes different from the others. He savored her kiss, enjoying her warmth and softness. Her beautiful eyes, filled with a misty sheen, sparkled in the moonlight, her gaze a mixture of shyness, anxiety, and a hint of joy.

After a while, he released her lips, gently biting them, then he looked at her, her delicate features flushed, her eyes alluring. She was a classic beauty, her attire elegant and refined, but he imagined her in modern clothes. She would be a sheltered young mistress, wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, white sneakers with short socks, her long, slender legs captivating.

The light from the tablets began to fade, and he spoke softly, his voice a gentle murmur. “Let’s go back.” This time, she didn’t resist, nodding softly. He channeled his spiritual energy, retrieving the tablets, and they strolled through the moonlit sect, her hand in his.

“If you come back to the Forbidden Zone with me, I’ll keep you by my side forever,” she said suddenly.

“Your father would probably kick me out,” he replied, chuckling. If her father found out he had seduced his daughter, who knew what he might do?

She smiled, her gaze meeting his. “I’ll wait until I inherit the Forbidden Zone, then I’ll bring you back.” She would keep him by her side, with Qian’er. She kept that thought hidden in her heart, and they returned to the Jade Glass Palace.

Bai Ruoxi stood on the steps, her white dress clinging to her curves, her smile gentle, her gaze briefly lingering on Ye Lingxuan before returning to Mu Zhi’an. “You’re back,” she said softly.

Something’s wrong. Why is she waiting for me at the entrance so late…? He smiled. “I was worried about Lingxuan, so I went to get her.”

She nodded, studying Ye Lingxuan, her voice laced with a subtle warning. “It’s dangerous to wander around the sect alone at night.”

“Take Sister Lingxuan back, my dear. But remember to come back and rest. We’re going to see the peach blossoms the day after tomorrow. You’ll need your energy.” Her words were less about concern for him and more about intimidating Ye Lingxuan.

Ye Lingxuan, her pride stung by Bai Ruoxi’s words, smiled, her gaze meeting Mu Zhi’an’s, then she looked at Bai Ruoxi, who was about to turn and leave.

“What a coincidence.”

“Brother Mu also said he would take me to see the peach blossoms tomorrow.”

Bai Ruoxi paused, turning to look at her, and Ye Lingxuan continued, her smile widening.

“But we already went to the Pilgrimage Palace tonight.”