It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists-Chapter 389: The First Cultivator, Immortal Ascension Realm!

Wei Mengrou looked at the smiling Mu Zhian, took the tea, and sipped it silently. “You’re living quite comfortably here, with miraculous pills and beautiful women to accompany you.”

Mu Zhian gazed at her delicate profile and said softly, “Yes, I have miraculous pills and beautiful women as companions. It’s wonderful to have you here, Mengrou.”

Wei Mengrou: “→-→”

A shy glint flickered in her eyes as she gave him a disdainful look.

She had intended to mock him, but it felt like punching cotton.

“This tea is quite good. It seems to contain the spiritual energy equivalent to two months of cultivation,” Wei Mengrou said softly, changing the subject to hide her shyness.

Mu Zhian looked at her cold, indifferent expression and sighed. “Yes, this Enlightenment Tea is good. It’s made from the leaves of the Heavenly Pill Phoenix Tree. But unfortunately, it only works once. Yao Meng has been using it for foot baths lately.”

Wei Mengrou, who had just taken a sip of tea, coughed, and Mu Zhian quickly patted her back. “Are you alright, Mengrou?”

Wei Mengrou took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, glaring at him. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Mu Zhian smiled without answering.

She knew how mischievous he could be, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

“I was just joking. Enlightenment Leaves are rare. Yao Meng wouldn’t be so extravagant. She’s only used them twice,” Mu Zhian chuckled.

“Still for foot baths, though.”

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Wei Mengrou rolled her eyes at him, the gesture adding to her icy beauty.

“By the way, why did you come alone, Mengrou? Didn’t Ruoxi and the others come to the Jade Pool?” Mu Zhian asked casually.

Wei Mengrou’s face remained cold. “I don’t know.”

Seeing her aloof demeanor, Mu Zhian poked her waist gently.

Wei Mengrou swatted his hand away. “Please behave yourself, Young Master.”

Mu Zhian poked her waist again.

As she was about to swat his hand away, he quickly grabbed it.

He smoothly pulled her closer, embracing her waist. He whispered, “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me. It’s just the two of us now.”

Wei Mengrou pretended to struggle, trying to pull her hand away, but Mu Zhian held on tighter.

Looking at the silent beauty, Mu Zhian suddenly said, “By the way, why did you suddenly come looking for me, Mengrou? Did you just miss me?”

Wei Mengrou snapped out of her daze and gave him a cold, disdainful look. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Mu Zhian’s eyes narrowed, a look of excitement on his face.

“What… what’s wrong?” Wei Mengrou hesitated, wondering why he was suddenly acting strangely.

“That look just now. Can you give me that disdainful look again, Mengrou?” Mu Zhian asked expectantly.

“By the way, this room has all sorts of dresses and stockings, even high heels! Can you put them on, lift your skirt, look at me with a shy expression, and say ‘Please watch me, Master’ or something—”

Wei Mengrou’s face burned, her eyes filled with shyness. She glared at him and whispered, “Scram!”

Mmm… As expected of Mengrou, even her scolding is charming.

Mu Zhian sighed inwardly, but seeing the blush on her usually cold face, he decided to stop teasing her and changed the subject. “What are you here for, Mengrou?”

Wei Mengrou gradually recovered from her embarrassment. “The Immortal-Devouring Chains guided me here.”

Mu Zhian looked at her right thigh. A black butterfly was imprinted on her fair skin, adding to her allure.

No matter how many times he saw it, Mu Zhian couldn’t help but admire it inwardly.

It’s just a pattern, but why is it so alluring…? He reached out and touched her leg, as if unintentionally.

Her skin was warm and soft to the touch, sending a shiver down his spine. Wei Mengrou’s body trembled slightly.

“And then? What did the Immortal-Devouring Chains tell you?” Mu Zhian asked, gently stroking the butterfly.

Could it be that the Immortal-Devouring Chains also miss the feeling of binding me…?

Wei Mengrou bit her lip and glared at him, whispering with a mixture of shyness and annoyance, “Let go of my hand first.”

Her eyes seemed to be welling up, her heart pounding in her chest. Although she was displeased with his boldness, she couldn’t bring herself to push his hand away.

Otherwise, with her strength nearing the Nascent Soul realm, coupled with the Immortal-Devouring Chains, it would be easy for her to subdue him.

Mu Zhian savored the soft sensation in his palm, then smiled. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you call me ‘Master’ formally. Why don’t you try it now?”

“After all, you are my maid.”

Wei Mengrou scoffed, giving him a disdainful look. “Whether you want to hear it or not is your business. It doesn’t affect me—”

“Mmm…”

Mu Zhian smoothly embraced her waist and kissed her on the lips.

A soft moan escaped Wei Mengrou’s lips, her usually cold voice turning seductive, her body tingling.

“Don’t… What if Ruoxi and Senior Sister see us?” she mumbled, finally finding a chance to speak.

However, Mu Zhian ignored her, deepening the kiss.

Seeing that her threats were ineffective, Wei Mengrou endured the tingling sensation, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gently pushed him away.

Sensing his burning gaze, she turned her head away, only showing him her cold profile.

Then, after a long silence, she buried her face in his chest and stammered, “M-Master…”

The word felt incredibly embarrassing, and she knew her face must be flushed red.

However, despite her embarrassment, she felt an urge to snuggle closer and let him caress her.

This tingling sensation made her grip the bedsheets tightly. She peeked at him through her bangs and whispered, “Is this enough?”

“…Master.”

She repeated the word softly, her voice barely audible, but it struck Mu Zhian like a bolt of lightning.

He embraced the mature, sensual maid, pulling her closer and gently stroking her hair.

She was usually cold and distant, but now she was as docile as a kitten. This contrast was almost too much for Mu Zhian to handle.

“Did you miss me?” Mu Zhian whispered, looking down at the beauty in his arms.

Wei Mengrou buried her face deeper in his chest, a charming blush coloring her beautiful face. After a long silence, she whispered almost inaudibly,

“Mmm… I missed you.”

This is bad. I really want to be intimate with Mengrou right now… Mu Zhian’s heart pounded in his chest.

He calmed himself, suppressing his urge, and asked, “You said the Immortal-Devouring Chains led you here. Did they sense something?”

“The Immortal-Devouring Chains sensed a third wisp of the Primordial Witch’s consciousness in this pavilion,” Wei Mengrou whispered.

Mu Zhian froze, his hand stopping its caress. “So you came looking for me because you sensed the Primordial Witch’s aura?”

“But the Primordial Witch was still sleeping. She couldn’t have emitted any aura. And I’ve been refining the blood essence I obtained from the Abyss—”

Mu Zhian’s voice trailed off, and his expression slowly faded.

Wait…

That blood essence was from an Immortal Ascension cultivator, and Mengrou sensed the Primordial Witch’s aura through the Immortal-Devouring Chains while I was refining it…

The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place in Mu Zhian’s mind.

Boom!

It was as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind. His pupils constricted as he stared at the maid’s beautiful face in disbelief.

The Primordial Witch… was the Immortal Ascension cultivator?!

No, that’s impossible… Isn’t the Primordial Witch only at the Dao Integration realm? Why is she suddenly an Immortal Ascension cultivator?

A cultivator’s limit was the Dao Integration realm. Going further required breaking through the shackles of heaven and earth and ascending to the Transcendence Realm.

There was no way to reach the Immortal Ascension realm.

There had only ever been one Immortal Ascension cultivator, the first cultivator who coined the term ‘cultivation.’

She was the creator god, the only immortal.

The Primordial Witch… is an Immortal Ascension cultivator?