It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists-Chapter 421: Shang Yanfeis Brilliant Plan to Pacify the World

Her nose was straight, a touch of red at the corners of her eyes, and her alluring red eyes captivated all who looked at her, regardless of gender.

It seems she still doesn’t know… The First Seat breathed a sigh of relief.

The Thirteen Seats of the Demon Realm had been living in unease these past few days.

They hadn’t dared to disturb the Demon Empress while she was in seclusion and inform her of Mu Zhian’s marriage to the Jade Empress.

And after she awakened, they were too afraid to tell her the truth.

Judging from Her Majesty’s current attitude, she was still unaware. Otherwise, she would have already punished them.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

The First Seat bowed slightly and vanished in a flash of light.

The Demon Empress glanced at the rippling void and scoffed.

After she returned, none of them would escape punishment.

But before that, she would go to the Wastelands. She would be back by nightfall.

If nothing unexpected happened, he wouldn’t be able to resist tonight, would he?

The Demon Empress smiled seductively, licking her lips, and tossed the purple sun flower into the air, creating a pocket dimension for Mu Zhian to cultivate within.

She touched the luxurious earring dangling from her ear and turned, vanishing from the deserted village.

…

“I didn’t expect Zixuan to be able to transform into other people… This is… quite exciting.”

Mu Zhian marveled at the Demon Empress’s transformation ability as he returned to the village in the Fox Clan’s territory.

The village was located at the top of a hundred-step staircase, protected by the formations left behind by the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, making it inaccessible to ordinary cultivators. The remaining villagers were all pure-blooded descendants of the Fox Clan, few in number, making the village seem quite deserted.

The Demon Empress could transform into anyone, even imitating their demeanor and voice… If he ended up with her, wouldn’t she be able to provide him with… diverse pleasures?

He wondered if the transformed Demon Empress only looked like the other person or if her… physical structure was also identical…

Just as Mu Zhian thought this, he heard a soft sigh from nearby.

An open space, flanked by ancient trees, appeared before him.

Bai Ruoxi stood there, her expression calm. “Mother told me that she was born here. But not long after, due to internal conflicts within the clan, many moved away, and she left with an elder.”

“I didn’t expect even the house to be gone now.”

“It’s been over ten years since they left the Fox Clan’s territory. It’s not surprising,” Wei Mengrou said calmly.

Bai Ruoxi looked at the empty space, then shook her head, seemingly at peace. “Well, I’ve fulfilled my wish. I won’t think about this anymore.”

“Where’s your hometown, Mengrou?” Bai Ruoxi suddenly asked.

Wei Mengrou looked up at the sky, a distant look in her eyes. “A remote village. I don’t have many memories of it. By the time I understood things, I was already serving Young Master.”

Bai Ruoxi pondered.

She had only learned about Wei Mengrou’s past later.

Back then, she had avoided Mu Zhian as much as possible. After all, the young master of the Mu family in Tianxuan City wasn’t exactly a good person, so she naturally hadn’t interacted with his maid either.

If Mu Zhian set his sights on her, she might be forced into a marriage alliance with the Mu family.

Although he did set his sights on her later…

Thinking this, Bai Ruoxi narrowed her eyes. “If I had interacted with him back then, I would probably have married him in Tianxuan City.”

Wei Mengrou immediately said, “His reputation was terrible back then. You wouldn’t have liked him even if you had approached him.”

This Mengrou is actually badmouthing her Young Master behind his back… Mu Zhian grumbled inwardly, approaching them silently.

“That’s true. If I had approached him back then, people would have thought I had ulterior motives for liking a playboy,” Bai Ruoxi chuckled softly, her eyes gentle and sparkling.

She looked at the ruined house before her, then turned to leave.

Suddenly, she gasped in surprise. “Mu Lang, when did you come back?”

“Did you find the Soul Locking Bell?” she asked.

Mu Zhian nodded slightly. “I found it in the ancestral grounds. We’ll rest tonight and return to the Eastern Continent tomorrow.”

He took out the bronze bell from his storage ring, and Bai Ruoxi’s eyes lit up. “This bell does indeed contain the aura of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.”

Although she was a Three-Tailed Fox, any member of the Fox Clan could sense the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox’s aura within the bell.

She reached out and gently touched the bell’s surface.

A faint golden light emanated from the bell, rippling outwards as Bai Ruoxi touched it, preventing her from making contact.

“Only a Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox can use this Soul Locking Bell. You’ll be able to use it in a few days,” Mu Zhian chuckled.

Bai Ruoxi also had the effects of the Supreme Clarity Pill within her, but she needed some time to refine it. After she did, the Nine Provinces would have a second Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

However, they shared the same demon seat.

Bai Ruoxi hummed softly, then glanced at Mu Zhian, hesitating slightly. “Mu Lang, I want to return to the Sword Palace and enter seclusion to try and reach the Transcendence Realm.”

Mu Zhian nodded. “That’s a good thing. Don’t worry about me. Mengrou and the others are here. I’ll be fine.”

It’s precisely because they’re here that I’m worried… Bai Ruoxi thought, walking towards Mu Zhian, her white dress adorned with red plum blossoms, making her skin look even more translucent and beautiful.

Wei Mengrou silently vanished into the shadows, giving them some privacy.

Bai Ruoxi stopped before Mu Zhian and gently tapped his chest.

The next moment, nearly half of her white dress turned raven black, and her gentle demeanor was replaced by an ethereal aura, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

She stood tall and gracefully tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing a black mole above her right collarbone. This simple gesture captivated Mu Zhian.

“Mu Lang, why don’t you come back to the Sword Palace with me?” she asked softly, her eyes gentle.

“There are many resources I left there, enough for you to cultivate to the Soul Transformation realm.”

Why do I feel like you want to lock me up in the dungeon…? Mu Zhian’s eyes flickered. He smiled. “Your seclusion won’t last long. Besides, I have to go to the Lan family afterward. It’s not convenient.”

“The Lan family’s ancestral worship ceremony is still over a month away,” Bai Ruoxi said softly.

Then, she sighed. “Mu Lang, are you worried that I’ll lock you up in the dungeon?”

Mu Zhian shook his head gently. “You can’t talk to anyone during your seclusion. I’ll have nothing to do alone in the Sword Palace.”

“Then how about you come to the Sword Palace after I finish cultivating?” Bai Ruoxi revealed her true intentions.

Mu Zhian hesitated.

Bai Ruoxi’s eyes welled up with tears, and she bit her lip, her voice filled with sadness. “Ever since we left Tianxuan City, you’ve become colder towards me. Everyone else is interested in your body, but I truly love you, Mu Lang.”

“Can’t you even fulfill this small wish of mine?”

Mu Zhian was speechless.

If Mengrou sees you crying like this, she’ll think I’m bullying you… Mu Zhian looked down at her beautiful face. Perhaps due to the influence of the Fox Clan’s constitution, her teary-eyed appearance was incredibly seductive.

Her moist eyes and slightly parted lips…

Her shy, pitiful demeanor made him want to protect her.

And from this angle, he could see the curve of her ample bosom beneath her dress.

Mu Zhian’s breathing quickened. He gently wiped away her tears. “Alright, alright. I’ll go to the Sword Palace with you after your seclusion.”

“Really?”

Bai Ruoxi clapped her hands gently, smiling. “That’s wonderful! Mu Lang is so kind~”

Mu Zhian embraced Bai Ruoxi’s waist, stroking her soft hair, and thought to himself: A woman’s tears are truly deceptive. She was just crying so pitifully, and now there’s not a single tear left.

“Then I’ll go meditate in the pocket dimension now, Mu Lang. Come find me if you need anything,” Bai Ruoxi said softly, her face flushed, as she slipped out of Mu Zhian’s embrace.

The Demon Empress hadn’t taken the purple sun flower that created the pocket dimension, so they could all enter freely.

Mu Zhian hummed in response, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and leaned down to kiss her.

Bai Ruoxi blushed, her eyes sparkling with joy, then she vanished into the pocket dimension.

“What do you think? You were possessing my body just now. You should have sensed his aura, right?” Bai Ruoxi asked softly as she entered the pocket dimension.

Gong Lianyue scoffed, a faint blush coloring her cold, beautiful face, but her voice remained indifferent. “I’m not interested in romance. Don’t summon me so casually next time.”

Bai Ruoxi smiled faintly, not answering.

The last time she had summoned Gong Lianyue, it was when she and Mu Zhian were being intimate. The Palace Master had seemed quite… pleased.

But with her personality, she would never admit that she had been aroused by a Core Formation cultivator.

But it didn’t matter what Gong Lianyue thought.

After her seclusion in the Sword Palace, when she brought Mu Lang back, the Palace Master would experience the same… pleasure every day.

By then, she would surely submit… Bai Ruoxi smiled charmingly.

…

After watching Bai Ruoxi leave, Mu Zhian stretched and said casually, “Mengrou, you weren’t peeking, were you?”

Wei Mengrou, dressed in a yellow dress and a bright red shawl that fluttered in the wind, revealing her long, shapely legs, leaned against a nearby tree.

Wei Mengrou scoffed. “I’m not interested in peeking at others’ intimacy.”

She paused, then added, “But I could hear your conversation.”

Mu Zhian looked at her, smiling. “I wasn’t intimate with Ruoxi.”

Wei Mengrou smoothed her dress, not looking at him. “Why are you explaining this to me?”

She paused, then continued, “Are you really going to the Sword Palace with her?”

Bai Ruoxi clearly had ulterior motives. Young Master, being so clever, must have noticed.

It would be interesting if she locked him up in the little room… Wei Mengrou thought to herself.

She wanted to protect her Young Master, but she also wanted to see him… fail sometimes.

“I know what you’re thinking, Mengrou,” Mu Zhian said, looking at her, smiling. “I don’t believe anyone can outsmart me. I know Ruoxi’s intentions. Since she insists on taking me to the Sword Palace, I might as well go.”

Wei Mengrou scoffed. “Don’t come crying to me for help when you’re locked up in the little room.”

I’m the Lord of the Heavenly Court, and you think I’ll beg you for help…? How ridiculous.

“Come here, Mengrou,” Mu Zhian beckoned her.

Wei Mengrou hesitated, then walked over, glancing at him. “What is it?”

Mu Zhian embraced her waist and, under her cold gaze, kissed her on the cheek, smiling. “If I’m really locked up… I’ll naturally have to wait for you to save me, Mengrou. Otherwise, even if I’m fine, what if you get lonely?”

A blush crept onto Wei Mengrou’s face, and she glared at the playful young master.

“This is Ruoxi’s hometown. Let’s not… be intimate here… Let’s go back to the pocket dimension,” Wei Mengrou whispered.

Being intimate with Young Master in this place made her feel strangely guilty.

After all, this was Bai Ruoxi’s birthplace.

Mu Zhian hummed in agreement. “Alright.”

Remembering the Demon Empress’s transformation ability, he felt a surge of anticipation.

He wondered if the Demon Empress was planning some kind of cosplay tonight…

Thinking this, Mu Zhian took Wei Mengrou’s hand and entered the purple sun flower’s pocket dimension.

…

After cultivating for about an hour in his room, Mu Zhian slowly opened his eyes.

It was almost time for his meeting with the Demon Empress…

Mu Zhian got out of bed, opened the door, and pretended to stretch, scanning the area with his consciousness.

Mmm, it seems Ruoxi and the others are all meditating…

Mu Zhian left the room on his sword, walking along a quiet path, and soon saw a hall in the distance.

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Knock, knock.

“Your Majesty, I’m here as promised,” Mu Zhian knocked on the door.

A brief silence followed.

Then, a woman’s voice hummed softly from inside.

Mu Zhian gently pushed the door open and saw a beautiful woman in a black dress.

A ribbon tied around her waist accentuated her slender waist, and her light golden eyes held an air of authority, the elegant black dress highlighting her beauty.

Her ample bosom strained against the dress, her long, fair legs pressed together beneath her skirt, her delicate feet encased in black embroidered shoes with gold and silver threads.

She held a piece of chicken leg in her hand.

Sect Master Lin?!

Mu Zhian’s heart skipped a beat.

But then he quickly realized.

No, it’s Shi Zixuan… Cosplaying as Sect Master Lin right off the bat? As expected of Your Majesty. You truly understand my preferences.

Mu Zhian suppressed his excitement and looked up, his voice gentle. “May I come in?”

The Demon Empress raised an eyebrow, her golden eyes sparkling with surprise as she looked at the boy.

Then, a smile appeared on her lips.

“Come in,” she said softly.