Chapter 260: Wei Mengrou’s Secret p2 |
After preparing some meat buns for a late-night snack, Mu Zhi’an went to see Lin Ling, who was completely oblivious to the drama unfolding around her.
He opened the door and saw the silver-haired beauty curled up on a small couch, her rounded buttocks prominent.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her bright, jewel-like eyes peeked at him through the strands, filled with anticipation.
“What’s wrong, Sister Lin Ling?” Mu Zhi’an asked.
It was the first time he had seen her with such an expression. Normally, she would rush towards him excitedly whenever he brought her food.
“Aaaa…” Lin Ling said softly.
“Sorry, I didn’t understand…” Mu Zhi’an sat down on the couch beside her, placing the plate of meat buns on the table. He looked at her.
“What did you say, Sister Lin Ling?”
Lin Ling held up a wooden board with a message written on it: I will give you the second trace of Heavenly Dao Energy after the Ascension Ceremony.
The message on the board changed: Your body can accommodate multiple traces, but there needs to be a time interval between each absorption.
“What’s the effect of the second trace?” Mu Zhi’an asked curiously.
His first trace of Heavenly Dao Energy accelerated the cultivation speed of others. It was a god-tier support ability.
The second trace couldn’t possibly be another support ability, right?
Lin Ling took a bite of a meat bun and wrote on the board: It enhances strength.
Mu Zhi’an’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I’ll come see you after the Ascension Ceremony?”
Lin Ling glanced at him and nodded slightly.
…
After successfully feeding Lin Ling, Mu Zhi’an returned to his room and lay down on the bed. He felt a green light appear in the room.
A slender figure in a green and white dress materialized, her alluring curves accentuated by the fabric.
Her green silhouette and her bare feet that weren’t touching the ground revealed her identity: Yao Meng, awakened by the celestial phenomenon caused by Ye Lingxuan.
She looked at him with a faint smile. “You’ve caused quite a stir today.”
From different angles, a mountain presents different views… Mu Zhi’an looked at Yao Meng, this poem suddenly popping into his head. He sat up and chuckled. “Were you awakened by that thing in the sky, Empress?”
Yao Meng’s green eyes flickered, and she smiled. “Celestial phenomena are rare, especially one caused by the Reincarnated Empress. It naturally caught my attention.”
Her skin was bathed in a silver glow, even her feet.
Although he had seen her many times before, he felt a different sensation each time. The Dao she cultivated exuded a dreamlike aura, a distance that was both alluring and frustrating, tempting him with bold thoughts.
“Do you know what that white light in the sky is, Empress?” Mu Zhi’an asked.
Yao Meng shook her head. “Within the Two Polarities Sect, we’re within Shang Yanfei’s formation. She’s using the sect’s grand formation to conceal Heavenly Secrets and block our perception of the outside world.”
It seems that white light is something even the Sect Master is wary of, even going so far as to activate the grand formation…
But what is it…? Mu Zhi’an frowned, lost in thought.
Yao Meng observed him silently, her clear eyes as calm as a deep autumn pool.
“You’ve been too restless lately. This isn’t good for your cultivation,” she said, her voice calm and gentle, yet carrying a strange power that soothed the heart.
Mu Zhi’an snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled. “I know what I’m doing. Thank you for your concern, Empress.”
Yao Meng glanced at him, and a guqin materialized before them.
Mu Zhi’an instantly recognized it. “Is this the guqin from the Pilgrimage Palace?”
He remembered the sense of peace and tranquility he had felt when he heard its melody in the Pilgrimage Palace’s Celestial Realm.
She gracefully sat down before the guqin, her slender fingers gently touching the strings.
Then, the melody began, calm and melodious, like a warm summer breeze, soothing the soul, calming even the most troubled heart.
No, it wasn’t just calming. There was a magical, or rather, spiritual quality to it.
This must be the Jade Pool Holy Land’s ‘Dao’, the power to calm the mind… Mu Zhi’an looked at the ethereal beauty, her beautiful face faintly visible through the hazy mist, and felt his heart gradually calming down.
He closed his eyes and listened to the melody.
After an unknown amount of time, the music ended, but Mu Zhi’an still seemed lost in its beauty, his eyes closed.
“Are you calm now?” a gentle voice, laced with a hint of immortal aura, brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes and saw the beautiful woman before him, her gaze warm and her eyes as clear as jewels.
Mu Zhi’an nodded thoughtfully and, without a word, got out of bed and walked towards her.
“Thank you. I feel much calmer now,” he said sincerely.
The melody clearly contained a special Dao Rhyme that soothed the soul.
For cultivators, enduring long periods of monotonous cultivation could often lead to mental instability. This guqin music could help alleviate those anxieties.
Looking at Yao Meng’s breathtaking profile, Mu Zhi’an sat down beside her and took her hand.
“The Ascension Ceremony is approaching, and I’m afraid I won’t have much time to spend with you, Empress, so tonight…” He subtly expressed his intentions.
“And it will also help the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll accumulate Spiritual Energy and evolve sooner.”
Yao Meng’s Innate Dao Body had granted him the first-grade cultivation technique, the Eight Chaos Dream Scroll. It was an incredibly powerful technique that could even evolve.
It was no wonder the Jade Pool Holy Maidens were so sought after.
Seeing that she didn’t answer, Mu Zhi’an grew bolder, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.
A faint blush appeared on Yao Meng’s beautiful face as she looked at him tenderly.
This usually unattainable fairy was even more alluring when she was aroused.
Mu Zhi’an lifted her up in his arms. As her delicate feet dangled in the air, he was about to carry her to bed.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he paused, his gaze fixed on her feet.
Under Yao Meng’s curious gaze, he leaned in and whispered, “Empress, how about we do something… more romantic before that?”
Yao Meng curled her legs, a hint of shyness flickering in her usually calm eyes as she felt his gaze upon her. “What do you mean?”
“I read about it in a book in Mengrou’s room. It wasn’t my idea…” Mu Zhi’an explained, then whispered something in her ear.
Yao Meng was stunned. She hadn’t expected anyone to find such a thing pleasurable.
However… it didn’t seem impossible.
Sensing his anticipation, a playful glint appeared in her eyes. Her melodious voice echoed softly through the room.
“Lie down on the floor.”
…
Late at night.
Bai Ruoxi slowly opened her eyes, emerging from her meditative state.
It wasn’t that she had finished cultivating. She had simply been distracted by the sound of the guqin coming from Mu Zhi’an’s room.
And he should be back by now…
Bai Ruoxi got out of bed and walked towards his room, stopping before the door.
Seeing the faint candlelight within, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out to open the door.
“Is there something you need, Lady Bai?” Yao Meng’s voice suddenly came from inside the room.
Bai Ruoxi paused. “I heard the sound of the guqin and came to see… Is that you, Senior Jade Empress?”
“He asked me some questions about his Eight Chaos Dream Scroll cultivation technique. It might take some time.”
Yao Meng tapped her lips, looking down at the young man on the floor, a mischievous smile curving her lips. “You should come back tomorrow~” she said softly.
…
The next morning.
Mu Zhi’an slowly opened his eyes, yawning listlessly.
He turned his head, but the beauty who had been in his arms last night was gone.
He scanned his Innate Celestial Furnace’s celestial vessel with his Spiritual Sense and sensed her presence within.
The Empress is truly heartless. Leaving without even saying goodbye after being satisfied… Mu Zhi’an complained inwardly. He got out of bed, stretched lazily, got dressed, and left the room.
The white light from last night had completely vanished, as if it had never existed.
A thick layer of snow covered the ground, and snowflakes continued to fall from the sky.
“Are you going to see her today?” a cold and melodious voice suddenly asked beside him. Even without turning around, Mu Zhi’an knew it was his arrogant maid.
“I’ll go today. I don’t like delaying things. It’s better to deal with it sooner rather than later,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a smile.
“Aren’t you worried she’ll refuse to see you?” Wei Mengrou raised an eyebrow.
“Why would she refuse?” Mu Zhi’an turned to look at her. “Regina wants to use me to achieve her goals, and I want to use her to achieve mine… Our interests align.”
He paused, then continued, “But before that, I need to borrow something from you.”
“What is it?” Wei Mengrou asked.
Mu Zhi’an pointed at her ample bosom.
Sensing her increasingly disdainful gaze, he stopped beating around the bush. “I need the bronze fragment.”
“The bronze fragment hanging on your chest might be the cause of the black mist. And the black mist is a Southern Wilderness secret technique that can conceal one’s aura and Heavenly Secrets.”
“Perhaps I can find the answer from Regina today.”