It turns out, they were the main characters.

How can you call me a scumbag? I'm more like a "fish pond owner"—I dare to pursue the girls I like, and I can be ambiguous with them, but I will never abandon any of them.

There's a difference between him and a scumbag.

Mu Zhian didn't mind Wei Mengrou's disdain; in fact, he quite enjoyed the maid's sadistic gaze.

"The sect tokens can be obtained near the library. Sister Mengrou, do you want to go with me? Or can I bring one back for you?" he suddenly asked.

Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently and said, "I'll go too."

Wei Mengrou is a bit socially awkward and doesn't like to show her face in public. However, the library of the Liangyi Sect might have a solution to the problem of "luck".

Although I don't have much hope, I'll at least try my luck.

……

As Mu Zhian and his companions walked along the arched bridge paved with semi-transparent golden talismans, they arrived near the library and saw a rather ancient hall come into view.

"I've read descriptions of the Liangyi Sect's library in books, but I never imagined it would be even more magnificent than the written descriptions," Bai Ruoxi said softly, raising her head slightly as she looked at the library perched atop a high peak.

Mu Zhian nodded slightly and glanced around.

At this moment, many newly joined disciples are entering the library, presumably to find their preferred cultivation techniques.

Near the library, there was a stone table. In front of the table, a beautiful woman smiled and handed them the sect token.

After the sect disciples infused their spiritual energy into it, words seemed to faintly appear on the sect token.

"This sect token was blank at first, but after being infused with spiritual energy, the person's name appeared... This method is truly amazing," Mu Zhian exclaimed.

Bai Ruoxi softly hummed in agreement, then her gaze suddenly fell on the edge of the cliff not far ahead, and she asked in confusion:

What are they doing over there?

Mu Zhian looked over and quickly noticed that, apart from the area where sect tokens were being distributed not far away, there were also many sect disciples standing on the edge of a towering cliff, looking down and watching something.

"You'll know once you go and see for yourself."

As Mu Zhian spoke, he and the two women arrived at the edge of the cliff. Looking down from above, they could vaguely see a giant dragon swimming in the misty mountains.

Although its true appearance cannot be seen, it is not difficult to guess from its shape that it should be an extremely large "dragon" with a snake's body and four legs.

"A spirit dragon?" Mu Zhian recalled the spirit dragon that Lan Mulian had mentioned before, a dragon that existed since the founding of the sect.

Soon, he noticed that each disciple standing on the edge of the cliff seemed to be emitting a faint glow, some of which was red.

...This is fate.

Meanwhile, the dragon in the cliff swam in the misty fog, seemingly searching for something.

"It is said that one can receive the blessing of the spirit dragon by chance... Could it be that these disciples are using their own luck as bait to see if they can gain the favor of the spirit dragon senior?"

Mu Zhian guessed to himself.

However, judging from this, it's clear that Linglong has no interest in the fortunes of these disciples.

He looked away, intending to go and collect his sect token first.

But just as he thought of this, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd: "Senior Linglong has reacted!"

Mu Zhian subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see the spirit dragon poking its head out from the clouds. Its ferocious yet beautiful figure was displayed in the disciples' field of vision, and its huge golden beast eyes were staring at the disciples on the platform.

Then, its gaze fixed on a certain direction, and it swam towards the library.

Mu Zhian stiffened slightly, staring intently at the spirit dragon.

For a fleeting moment, he felt as if he had made eye contact with the spirit dragon.

No, maybe it wasn't looking at me, but rather...

Mu Zhian subconsciously glanced at Bai Ruoxi beside him, his gaze quickly sweeping from her delicate face to her high breasts, before returning to her flawless, stunning profile.

Could it be that he was attracted to her?

Despite thinking this, Mu Zhian had a vague feeling that something was not quite right.

He had a feeling that the person Linglong had just looked at... didn't seem to be Bai Ruoxi.

Chapter 97 Someone actually wants to support me, the fishpond owner? 5K

Liangyi Peak.

Behind the mountain, in front of a simple and elegant pavilion, a woman dressed in a black gown leans lazily against a stone chair, outlining her tall, mature, and graceful figure.

Her long hair cascaded down to her calves like a waterfall, the ends tied back simply with a white ribbon. She sat with her long, shapely legs crossed beneath her skirt, her fingertips twirling a chess piece as she played a game.

Her full breasts proudly supported the loose-fitting gown, her shoulders and neck were perfectly proportioned, and with the faint smile on her face, anyone who didn't know her would probably just see her as an extremely beautiful woman, without any sense of awe.

But if someone knew her identity, they probably wouldn't even have the courage to look up at her.

The sect leader of the Liangyi Sect, Shang Yanfei, is one of the few Dao Integration Realm experts in the world.

The person playing chess with Shang Yanfei was her disciple, Lan Mulian, who had recently returned to the back mountain of Liangyi Peak.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Sect Master Shang Yanfei looked up at her disciple and asked casually.

"If I remember correctly, the sect assessment seems to have ended. Could it be that something happened to you in Tianxuan City?" Shang Yanfei asked casually again, toying with the chess pieces in her hand.

Lan Mulian snapped out of her reverie, smiled gently, and replied to her master in a clear and melodious voice, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about something."

She paused, then continued, "When I was testing the luck of a minor cultivator in Tianxuan City, I discovered a kind of luck that I had never seen before."

"That person's luck is pink."

Lan Mulian paused, then continued, "Does Master know what this truly represents?"

Shang Yanfei tapped her fingertips lightly on the table and said with a faint smile, "Let's play chess."

"Master doesn't know either?" Lan Mulian asked in surprise.

Shang Yanfei looked at her disciple's stunningly beautiful face, which was enough to bewitch all living beings, with a slight smile, and asked, "Why are you so concerned about a mere cultivator?"

"Could it be that my bad mood today is also related to that little cultivator?"

Lan Mulian glanced silently at the stunningly beautiful woman and said, "...Let's continue our game."

After playing chess for a while, Lan Mulian suddenly asked, "There will be an opening ceremony for new disciples in the Hall of Pilgrimage in seven days. After that, the nine chief disciples will choose their preferred inner disciples. Will Master go?"

Shang Yanfei placed a black piece on the chessboard, raised her eyes to look at her disciple, and said with a faint smile, "I will no longer interfere in the trivial matters of the sect, but I will attend the opening ceremony."

As she said this, she glanced at the chessboard on the table and raised her eyebrows slightly.

We're at a disadvantage...

She slightly raised her finger, moved a black piece to another position that was more advantageous to her, and then casually said, "It's your turn to make a move."

Lan Mulian snapped out of her reverie, picked up a white piece, and looked down at the chessboard, her delicate brows furrowed, as if she was seriously considering how to place her next move.

At this moment, Shang Yanfei seemed to sense something and slightly raised her head to look in a certain direction.

Lan Mulian noticed her master's unusual behavior and looked up in the direction of his gaze.

That direction is... towards the library?

Lan Mulian was puzzled at first, and then she saw that there seemed to be beautifully shaped clouds quietly gathering under the sky.

Those are auspicious clouds.

Under normal circumstances, such a scene is rarely seen, not only outside the Liangyi Sect but even within its own territory.

Almost all the clouds in the sky condensed into auspicious clouds, shimmering with colorful light in the sky.

Lan Mulian seemed to remember something, her gaze freezing slightly as she murmured to herself:

"...The Spirit Dragon has actually been born?"

Which disciple's luck attracted it?

Ye Yu, or Bai Ruoxi?

Or perhaps Ye Lingxuan?

These three are all people with great fortune, and they do indeed have the potential to attract the spirit dragon.

For some reason, Lan Mulian thought of someone else.

"Or maybe it's him...?" The name of a certain scumbag man surfaced in Lan Mulian's mind.

……

Library.

On the top floor of the library, three cultivators from the Liangyi Sect were sitting together, enjoying tea and discussing the Dao.

Yan Ruyu, the owner of the library, held a delicate teacup with intricate patterns in her hands, playing with it.

She wore a loose, dark robe that concealed her curvaceous figure. Her hair was loose and flowing. Although she always wore a gentle smile, her pale golden eyes commanded respect wherever they looked.

"Senior brothers, the assessments for the nine main peaks have all concluded. In a few days, it will be time to select disciples. Do you have anyone you fancy?" Yan Ruyu looked around at the two of them and smiled.

The two senior brothers Yan Ruyu mentioned were Ning Yuan, the head of Zuimeng Peak.

The other person was Xiang Yan, the head of Chunyang Peak.

Ning Yuan stroked his beard and smiled, "Every year, the sect assessment produces many geniuses, but most of them are arrogant and need further training before they can become useful. Let's not rush to choose them. Let's observe them for the next two days before making a decision."

"There are many geniuses, but on the path of cultivation, even geniuses can easily perish if they only have enough willpower." Xiang Yan played with the cigarette in his hand and lit it with a flick of his finger.

Yan Ruyu smiled and looked at Xiang Yan, saying softly, "Senior Brother Xiang."

Xiang Yan was slightly taken aback, then sighed helplessly and threw the cigarette in his hand out the window, where it instantly turned into dust and disappeared into the world.

Unlike other cultivators, Xiang Yan was quite interested in the mortal world. He would often hide his identity and take walks alone in towns and villages. He was particularly interested in the popular "cigarettes" and would often light one up when he was thinking.

However, this is the library, and what this Junior Sister Yan hates most are men with a strong body odor.

"How are the disciples who have entered the sect from Canghai Peak this time? Are there two or three?" Ning Yuan suddenly asked curiously.

Although both are sect leaders, Canghai Peak is unique because its sect assessment is truly outrageous.

Hmm... It's incredible in every sense.

Therefore, the number of disciples entering the sect at Canghai Peak is quite small every year, and if nothing unexpected happens, this year should not be much different.

However, Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "Most of the disciples who took the Canghai Peak exam this time have passed."

At this point, she couldn't help but recall the young cultivator who had deciphered part of the Trial Forest's array formation.