Chapter 97-2 |
P2
Even in the Two Polarities Sect, a beauty like her was rare. And she wasn’t just a pretty face. Her strength was also unmatched among her peers.
“Is it going towards the Bai family’s young mistress?”
“It must be. She has great destiny. But it’s rare for even Ling Long to be so drawn to someone.”
As the dragon approached, Mu Zhi’an looked up, meeting its gaze again.
If it came here, in front of all these people… rumors would spread throughout the sect.
And that wasn’t what he wanted.
He was still carrying the Demon Realm Empress’s mark. Becoming the center of attention would be disadvantageous.
He looked at the dragon, trying to communicate with it mentally. “Senior Ling Long, could you return for now? I’ll visit you another time.”
Being stopped… it seemed to upset the ancient creature.
It’s been alive since the sect’s founding. It must be thousands, even tens of thousands of years old. And it’s so innocent? He chuckled inwardly, then sent another mental message.
“Trust me. I always keep my promises.”
“Aaa?”
A strange sound echoed in his mind, not quite words, but more like a song asking if he was telling the truth…
He nodded, offering his reassurance.
The disappointment in the dragon’s eyes vanished. It looked at the disciples, then, with a beat of its massive wings, it dispersed the clouds and returned to the depths of the cliff.
The disciples were stunned. They watched as it disappeared into the mist, then someone murmured, “It’s gone?”
“I thought it was interested in the Bai family’s young mistress. But it seems I was mistaken.”
They were disappointed, but also relieved.
They had hoped Ling Long would choose them, and if it had chosen someone else, it would have sparked jealousy and resentment.
Its departure, while disappointing, also restored a sense of balance…
“Who’s that cultivator beside the Bai family’s young mistress?” someone asked suddenly.
They all looked at Bai Ruoxi, her figure alluring, her back slender and graceful, her aura cold and distant.
But now, this unattainable beauty was allowing a young man to hold her hand, her laughter soft and sweet, her every gesture captivating.
Of course, if you asked Mu Zhi’an, he would say she was even more beautiful in bed, her shyness and eagerness intoxicating…
“He’s Mu Zhi’an, the eldest son of the Mu family, the one who helped us pass Boundless Sea Peak’s trial,” a candidate who knew Mu Zhi’an said.
“Boundless Sea Peak’s trial?”
Their attention shifted to the trials on the nine peaks, their curiosity piqued.
They were still basking in the novelty of joining the sect, their conversations endless. They wisely chose to avoid discussing Bai Ruoxi further.
It wasn’t that they didn’t care. But knowing that such a beautiful woman was already taken, it only fueled their jealousy and frustration.
It was better to distract themselves…
Mu Zhi’an, oblivious to their thoughts, seized the opportunity to collect their sect tokens, then he quickly left the library, pulling the two women along.
After today’s events, he wasn’t in the mood for reading.
And while the other disciples might not be talking about Ling Long anymore, it didn’t mean they weren’t curious.
After all, its behavior had been strange. It would surely spark speculation.
For example, Yan Ruyu, watching from the library’s top floor, narrowed her eyes, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s retreating figure.
Everyone believed Ling Long had been attracted by great destiny, but she had a feeling it wasn’t looking at someone with great destiny… it was looking at Mu Zhi’an.
He was definitely hiding something.
It seems Junior Sister Lan is keeping secrets from me… She traced the rim of her teacup, her thoughts racing.
…
As they returned to their courtyard, Wei Mengrou spoke, her voice low. “That dragon… it seemed to be coming towards you.”
She had been standing close to him, and she had sensed it immediately. Ling Long had been heading towards Mu Zhi’an, its gaze fixed on him.
“But why did it… turn back?” Bai Ruoxi asked, her brow furrowed.
“There were too many people watching. I tried to communicate with it… and asked it to leave,” Mu Zhi’an explained.
“I see”
She pondered his words, then said, “Your destiny is unique. If Ling Long was attracted to you, it must know what your destiny is.”
“Perhaps you could ask it…”
He nodded.
He also wanted to know about his destiny, but he couldn’t visit Ling Long now. It would attract unwanted attention.
He would wait a few days, until the others had forgotten about the incident.
After chatting with them for a while, Bai Ruoxi returned to her room to meditate, her sect token in hand.
She’s becoming even more alluring… He watched her depart, his gaze lingering on her figure, a flicker of desire in his eyes.
But it was daytime, and he had other matters to attend to. He suppressed his impulses.
There was no rush. He could help her with her cultivation tonight…
…
He returned to his room and retrieved a paper crane from his storage ring.
He hadn’t been able to identify the person who had been pretending to be Senior Sister and teasing him in Tianxuan City.
But now, at the Two Polarities Sect, it was different.
He would soon have his answer.
He opened the crane and scanned the contents, then, after a moment of thought, he wrote his reply on the back of the paper.
He folded the crane and tossed it out the window.
He turned to Wei Mengrou, smiling. “Let’s follow this crane and see where it goes, Mengrou.”
“I want to know who dared to pretend to be Senior Sister Lan.”
He had worked so hard, multi-threading, taking risks to cultivate his pond… And someone was trying to farm him?
He would find out who had such audacity.