It turns out, they were the main characters.

She turned her head and met Princess Yongning's beautiful phoenix eyes. The princess had a friendly smile like a girl next door, which was most likely to win the hearts of young boys.

Yan Ruyu shook her head and smiled, "It's alright. Compared to this, aren't you planning to go and take a look?"

As he said this, he glanced at the Third Prince standing at the entrance of the library.

"No rush."

Yongning looked up at the good-for-nothing Third Prince and smiled, saying, "Let him reflect on his actions by himself first."

Yan Ruyu wasn't interested in these royal matters, so she changed the subject, saying, "You came to see my sister this time, surely it wasn't just about poetry?"

Princess Yongning turned her head slightly to look at the beauty in black robes beside her, and smiled faintly: "Sister Yan really knows me very well."

"Actually, my father sent me to ask about some things."

Yan Ruyu revealed an expression of "just as expected," and nodded, saying, "Go ahead and speak."

"Why is it that the lifespan of mortal emperors never exceeds a hundred years?" Yongning looked up at Yan Ruyu and asked softly.

Normally, a cultivator at the Qi Refining Realm could live to be around two hundred years old without any problem. However, the emperors of the Great Qian Dynasty have changed several times, and each emperor was at least at the Qi Refining Realm, but they all naturally aged before the age of one hundred.

What Yongning's father, the current emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, desires is the union of an 'immortal' and an 'emperor,' not simply to grow old and die a hundred years later.

"That is the way of Heaven."

Yan Ruyu smiled faintly and said, "How can the fate of a country be so easily borne? If your father asked you to inquire, then tell him that an emperor and a cultivator cannot coexist."

"That's how things are..." Princess Yongning repeated softly, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Yan Ruyu raised her head and looked in the direction Mu Zhian had left, seemingly caught in a dilemma.

……

"Senior, this is the cultivation technique I obtained. Please register it."

Ye Yu walked down the third floor of the library and respectfully addressed the old man in charge of guarding the entrance.

The old man, dressed simply, slightly raised his head to glance at it and exclaimed in surprise, "A second-grade cultivation technique...?"

Ye Yu's eyes held a hint of arrogance, but he did not show it, maintaining a humble attitude, and said, "It's just that I was lucky and happened to get it."

Although he said that, there was a clear hint of smugness in his eyes.

That's understandable. Even for someone with great fortune, obtaining a second-grade cultivation technique is extremely difficult. Yet, he obtained two second-grade cultivation techniques shortly after entering the library.

Such fortune far surpasses that of other people with great fortune; this is a kind of great fortune that only the "chosen ones" can possess!

Ye Yu took out the sect token and handed it to the old man guarding the gate. After registering, Ye Yu saw a faint glow appear on the sect token, which disappeared in an instant.

He left the library with the second-grade martial arts manual.

At this moment, two or three more female disciples followed Ye Yu and started chatting with him.

It was obvious that he had just overheard the old man's words and thought this person was worth befriending.

Ye Yu smiled at the female disciple's kindness, enjoying the praise.

At that moment, an aged sigh came from within his body.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Ye Yu responded in his mind.

"The Lone Star Sword that Mu Zhian obtained is far, far better than the cultivation technique you later acquired," the old man sighed inwardly.

Ye Yu's heart sank, and he silently asked his teacher, "The difference between second-grade cultivation techniques shouldn't be that big, right...?"

“There is naturally not much difference between the two Heavenly Grade swords… However, the Lone Star Sword that Mu Zhian just took away is something that can be evolved.”

"evolution……?"

"The Lone Star Sword in the future may be able to evolve into a top-tier Heavenly Grade cultivation technique."

The old man stopped talking at this point, only letting out a helpless sigh.

His disciple's luck and talent were both excellent. Even after being "tricked" out of a second-grade cultivation technique by Mu Zhi'an, he still had such strong luck that he was able to obtain a second second-grade cultivation technique.

However, some opportunities, once missed, are missed forever, and no amount of trying to salvage them can change anything.

Moreover, the other party may not even know how Lone Star Sword evolves... This can be considered one of the few pieces of good news.

Ye Yu's calm smile had now turned somewhat sinister.

……

Tianhe Garden.

Mu Zhian returned to the mansion, holding the newly acquired 'Lone Star Sword' technique in his hands, and studied it diligently.

It must be said that his talent is indeed remarkable. After opening this second-grade cultivation technique and memorizing the moves of the Lone Star Sword, Mu Zhian felt a sense of enlightenment in less than an hour.

To put it simply, this technique is somewhat similar to the bronze sword that Bai Ruoxi used that day.

Focus on one point, and reach the pinnacle.

By gathering spiritual energy within it, after a single sword strike, most of the spiritual energy in the cauldron was instantly absorbed.

It is incredibly powerful, but its drawbacks are also obvious.

"Tomorrow is the selection of inner disciples. Although I am quite confident, I should still cultivate diligently."

Mu Zhian sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his eyes slightly closed, about to carefully comprehend the mysteries of this second-grade cultivation technique.

Just then, Bai Ruoxi, who had just finished reading a book outside, walked into the room.

She was wearing a pair of light blue embroidered shoes. As soon as she pushed open the door, she saw Mu Zhian sitting cross-legged on the headboard.

The young man had a handsome face and a refined demeanor. In Bai Ruoxi's eyes in the past, Mu Zhian was just a "good-for-nothing" with only a good-looking face. But now, looking at the young man's handsome face, her peach blossom eyes were filled with tender affection.

"Mulang..." Bai Ruoxi called softly.

"Let's talk later, I need to focus on my cultivation!" Mu Zhian replied seriously, concentrating on comprehending the mysteries of the Lone Star Sword.

"If you don't want to bother me, then don't bother me. Why are you being so fierce..." Bai Ruoxi pursed her lips, feeling wronged and unhappy.

If an ordinary person had such a beautiful Daoist partner, they would probably never want to be apart from her.

Mu Zhian is quite something; he's already become so "indifferent" after only a short time.

Bai Ruoxi looked at Mu Zhi'an, who was meditating on the cultivation technique with his eyes closed, and silently withdrew her gaze, lying on the table staring at him in a daze.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, Mu Zhian quietly opened his eyes, his mind still replaying the mysteries brought by the Lone Star Sword.

This technique is extremely destructive, but it needs to be used with caution. Also, I'm missing a suitable weapon... Mu Zhian thought to himself. At this moment, his mind was only focused on the profound mysteries of the Lone Star Sword technique.

His gaze fell upon Bai Ruoxi, who was sitting at the table in front of him. The beauty was dressed in a white palace dress, with snow-white skin and her hair flowing freely. Because she was leaning on the table, her chest was pressed against the table.

This is something only a woman with a magnanimous heart can do, and it is quite alluring.

Although her name is Ruoxi, she could really be called Naixi...

Because she is just too big.

At this moment, the Lone Star Sword technique that had just been echoing in his mind was completely replaced by Bai Ruoxi's figure. Mu Zhian's heart stirred slightly, and he got up from the bed, came to Bai Ruoxi's side, and took her slender hand.

"What are you doing? Wasn't Young Master Mu supposed to be busy cultivating and have no time for me?" Bai Ruoxi's cool face remained calm, but her peach blossom eyes were full of the resentment of a little girlfriend.

Mu Zhian gazed at her intently and said earnestly, "Ruoxi, I was wrong."

At this point, however, his gaze was drawn to the unfathomable depths of the human heart.

So big and white...

Bai Ruoxi noticed Mu Zhian's gaze, her eyes flickered slightly, and she said, "You were just in the middle of your cultivation, and I really shouldn't have disturbed you... But if you want to apologize, can you promise me one thing, Mu Lang?"

“Of course, for you, I’ll apologize no matter how much.” Mu Zhian said with a serious expression.

Then, he felt a slightly cool touch on his wrist, and realizing his blind spot, he said:

"Hmm... Ruoxi, why are you using a love lock?"

"Wait a minute... the love lock is for you to use against the enemy, not me—"

As soon as Mu Zhian finished speaking, the love lock was already on his wrist.

He sighed softly and said helplessly, "Never mind, if this makes you happy, then it's fine."

Mu Zhian blew out the candle and looked at Bai Ruoxi's aloof face.

She gazed at Mu Zhian with a deep, expectant look in her eyes.

Mu Zhian could no longer hold back and said softly, "Let's go to bed."

……

Time flies, and another day has passed in the blink of an eye.

The next morning, Mu Zhian woke up early and found that the love lock on her wrist had disappeared.

He turned his head slightly to look at Bai Ruoxi, who seemed to be still fast asleep beside him.

This great beauty from Tianxuan City was like a noble and pure snow lotus. After being ravaged by a storm last night, her delicate and flawless face was flushed with a faint blush, exuding a touch of allure amidst her purity.

A bead of sweat could be faintly seen sliding down her alluring collarbone and disappearing into her clothes on her beautiful neck.

She gently wrapped her arms around one of Mu Zhi'an's arms. The warmth of her heart made Mu Zhi'an squint his eyes slightly. While enjoying the moment, he also shook his head and sighed inwardly.

Mu Zhian, you can't keep going down this path of decadence! Evenings are for meditation and cultivation. How can you continue to be so degenerate every day?!

But there's really nothing we can do about it.

After all, this was also for Bai Ruoxi's sake.

Today is the selection ceremony for inner disciples, but it's still early before the assembly time, so Mu Zhian didn't wake Bai Ruoxi immediately. Instead, he quietly pulled his hand out of her bosom and got out of bed.

Pushing open the door and feeling the sunlight on his face, Mu Zhian squinted slightly, feeling refreshed.

"Oh."

Suddenly, a disdainful snort came from the side. Mu Zhian turned his head and saw a beautiful maid with a charming figure leaning against the pillar in front of the pavilion, her arms crossed over her chest, which supported her proudly protruding breasts.

It's so nice to be able to enjoy Mengrou's disdain first thing in the morning... Mu Zhian smiled and said, "Good morning, Mengrou."

"Why did you wake up so early... Could it be that you're too nervous about today's inner disciple selection?" Mu Zhi'an continued to ask.

Wei Mengrou said coldly, "I'm just worried that you'll go too far and miss the selection ceremony this morning."

She emphasized the word "play," expressing her disdain in her words.

"What do you mean by 'playing'... I'm just striving for Ruoxi's cultivation." Mu Zhian defended himself earnestly.