It turns out, they were the main characters.

"Sir, perhaps you should change your request."

"How about you give me the first-grade cultivation technique from your library?" Ying Guhuan asked with a joking tone and a smile.

A first-grade cultivation technique is the most advanced technique in the entire Nine Provinces. Even in the library, there is only one such technique.

Many disciples from various sects had previously come to the library to select cultivation techniques, but none of them had managed to find that first-grade technique.

Ultimately, the probability is extremely low. Each disciple only has one chance to randomly obtain a cultivation technique, and selecting a first-grade technique is incredibly difficult.

Seeing Yan Ruyu slowly shake her head again, Ying Guhuan couldn't help but chuckle, "If the cultivation method is no good, and the disciple is no good either, then what else is there to say?"

"How about this, after Senior Qingdi reconstructs his physical body, I would like to invite Mu Zhian to my back mountain for a week or two to enjoy tea and discuss the Dao. I hope Pavilion Master Yan will not stop me then. What do you think of these conditions?" Ying Guhuan revealed his true intentions.

If Mu Zhian were present at this moment, he would definitely exclaim that he was an expert. He first made two very unreasonable requests, and then made another request that was also not very reasonable but barely acceptable. If you really had to choose, the third request would naturally be the best.

"You've been planning this from the beginning, haven't you?" Yan Ruyu stared at Ying Guhuan with a deep gaze.

Then, with a flicker in her eyes, Yan Ruyu pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement to the request: "Alright, I won't stop my disciple then, but whether he agrees or not is up to him."

Ying Gu Huan smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. I only informed you in advance because I was confident."

Next, she only needs to stay within the sect and wait patiently for Mu Zhian to reconstruct the Azure Emperor's physical body.

Then you can focus on your cultivation!

……

Mufu.

Mu Zhian sat leisurely in the side hall, drinking tea with Elder Ren, and turned to look out into the courtyard.

Sunlight filtered through the lush foliage as Lin Ling, with her silver hair, chased butterflies in the courtyard. Her white robe trailed behind her as she lightly leaped, caught a butterfly, and took a big bite.

"This Miss Linglong is really not picky..." Mu Zhian thought to himself.

"You've been away from the Liangyi Sect for four days now. Is everything alright at the sect?" Elder Ren asked with a smile.

"I've already applied for the right to come down the mountain, so there shouldn't be any problem," Mu Zhian replied with a smile.

Nearly four days have passed since Mu Zhian descended the mountain. Yesterday, the demon cultivator from the previous dynasty was captured by the two chiefs and sent to the Hall of Law Enforcement ahead of schedule.

Meanwhile, the Gongsun family, after learning of Linglong's identity, voluntarily withdrew their claws.

After this, there's no way they'll ever have any more thoughts about threatening the Shepherd family.

"Young master, the stockings you requested have arrived."

At this moment, the seamstress who had been commissioned the day before came into the hall and presented the stockings that had been made overnight to Mu Zhian.

As per Mu Zhian's previous request, the stockings made of Nirvana Silk were semi-transparent black or white, and had a silky and elastic appearance.

Mu Zhian nodded in satisfaction, then tossed a silver ingot to the seamstress, indicating that she could leave.

Old Master Ren looked at him strangely and coughed lightly, saying, "Young Master, women are good, but remember not to let them interfere with your cultivation."

Mu Zhian held the old man, who had watched him grow up, in high esteem, and nodded slightly, saying, "I understand, I will exercise some restraint."

After chatting with Elder Ren for a few more minutes, he left behind a jade bottle containing pills and departed from the Mu Manor, returning to the Liangyi Sect.

……

On a sunny afternoon, Mu Zhian returned to the sect with Lin Ling. He first escorted Lin Ling back to Tianhe Garden, and then planned to leave.

Just then, a gentle and pleasant voice came from behind: "Mu Lang".

Wearing a layered and elaborate white palace dress, the stunningly beautiful Bai Ruoxi walked out of the courtyard and came to Mu Zhian's side, lifting the hem of her dress.

Mu Zhian gazed at the gentle and seemingly harmless Miss Bai and smiled, "Have you been cultivating diligently these past two days?"

Bai Ruoxi nodded slightly at first, then hesitated for a moment before looking at Mu Zhian and asking, "Are you still planning to go out?"

“I want to go to the Enforcement Hall… Is there something you need?” Mu Zhian noticed the worry in Bai Ruoxi’s eyes and couldn’t help but ask.

Bai Ruoxi gazed at her tenderly and said, "Come with me and take a look."

What's going on so mysteriously?

Mu Zhian felt a surge of curiosity and, led by Bai Ruoxi, they entered the courtyard together.

Lin Ling, standing behind them, tilted her head, blinked her red eyes, and followed the two of them.

Before long, the three of them arrived at a quiet little house.

"Isn't this Mengrou's room? Why did you bring me here?"

Just as Mu Zhian asked this question, Bai Ruoxi pushed open the door, and Mu Zhian saw the maid in the yellow dress lying on the bedside.

"It's rare to see Sister Mengrou resting alone in her room," Mu Zhian muttered to himself.

In my memory, this aloof maid rarely went back to her room to rest except when she meditated at night. But now she's sleeping alone in her room...?

And it happened in broad daylight?

“She’s not resting.” Bai Ruoxi glanced at Wei Mengrou with a hint of embarrassment as she said this, then transmitted her voice, “She tripped over the threshold when she went out this morning.”

Mu Zhian: "?"

A cultivator at the Refining Spirit Realm, or even the Returning Void Realm in a year, tripped over the threshold when he went out.

At this moment, Bai Ruoxi continued to transmit her voice: "After that, she went out, and the aftershocks of the battle between the two disciples inexplicably hit her. When she crossed the Talisman Bridge, the talisman inexplicably caught fire, and she almost fell into the cliff."

"According to the sect elders, the bridge built with talismans has never had any problems in the past hundred years."

Mu Zhian's eyes flickered slightly, a thoughtful look appearing in them.

It seems to be caused by Wei Mengrou's bad luck...

Just then, he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Lin Ling holding a piece of crookedly written paper that read: "Her bad luck is terrible; I didn't realize it before."

Mu Zhian was silent for a moment, then said, "You guys go out first, I'll talk to Sister Mengrou."

After everyone had left the room, Mu Zhian's gaze fell on Wei Mengrou, and he smiled, "Sister Mengrou, you're probably still awake, right?"

Wei Mengrou's shoulders trembled slightly, and after an unknown amount of time, a clear and cold voice gently rang out in the room: "You always said you were a burden, but I never expected that I was the real burden."

As she finished speaking, she sat up on the edge of the bed, her cold eyes fixed on the boy sitting beside her, her expression seemingly complex.

She never imagined that the side effects of bad luck would be so severe in just four days since she left Mu Zhian.

My childhood bad luck wasn't nearly this bad.

Wei Mengrou lowered her head slightly and took off the jade pendant from her chest.

This was a magical artifact given to her by the chief monk of Huabao Peak that day, capable of suppressing bad luck.

However, when Mu Zhian looked at the jade pendant, he noticed that a crack had appeared on its surface.

"Even the magic weapon for suppressing bad luck can't suppress your bad luck?" Mu Zhian looked at Wei Mengrou with some surprise.

"When did it start?"

Wei Mengrou hesitated before replying, "Yesterday."

About three days... Mu Zhian showed a thoughtful expression.

“I won’t have any bad luck when I’m by your side. That’s why Madam invited me to stay with you,” Wei Mengrou revealed the truth.

After hesitating for a moment, she looked up and continued, "If I weren't here, perhaps your luck would be even more astonishing than that of someone with great fortune—"

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Zhian placed a finger to Wei Mengrou's lips and, under her confused gaze, smiled and said, "No need to explain. As long as I'm by your side, you'll be fine, right?"

"And compared to great fortune, I still prefer Sister Mengrou."

Wei Mengrou looked at Mu Zhian with complicated emotions, but ultimately remained silent.

Although I don't say it out loud, I have to admit that having my young master by my side does make me feel much more at ease.

It's not just about suppressing bad luck.

“By the way, I found something great in Tianxuan City these past two days. It would be perfect for Sister Mengrou. Would you like to give it a try?” Mu Zhian suddenly asked.

"What?" Wei Mengrou looked at Mu Zhian with a puzzled expression.

"Very warm socks," Mu Zhian said.

Wei Mengrou was initially puzzled, but when she saw Mu Zhian take out a black silk and a white silk from his storage ring, the yellow-skirted maid's initially puzzled gaze gradually turned cold.

"These are the warm socks you were talking about?"

How can such thin socks keep you warm?

Ultimately, how could a cultivator at the Refining Spirit Realm possibly fear the slightest bit of cold?

Mu Zhian said helplessly, "It seems that Sister Mengrou has some unnecessary misunderstanding about me."

"Isn't this your twisted sense of humor?" Wei Mengrou said coldly, seemingly forgetting the series of misfortunes brought about by her bad luck.

"It's not that I have a weird sense of humor, but if you don't believe me, reach out and touch these socks," Mu Zhian urged.

Wei Mengrou glanced at the young master with some skepticism, then reached out and touched the smooth stockings.

Then, as if she had just thought of something, her eyes flickered slightly, and she murmured to herself, "Nirvana Silk?"

"But why are the colors different?"

"The tailor from the Mu family made a mistake, and I've already given her a good scolding," Mu Zhi'an said calmly.

Then, he handed two stockings of different colors to Wei Mengrou and said, "Sister Mengrou, would you like to try them on?"

"Or I can help you..."

Noticing Mu Zhian's gaze lingering on her calves, Wei Mengrou instinctively shrank back, covering her supple, fair legs with a thin blanket, and said coldly, "No need, I'll try it myself next time."

"Okay." Mu Zhian gave a sunny smile that showed no ill intentions.

He was not surprised by the maid's reaction.

As long as Wei Mengrou can accept his "kindness," Mu Zhian will be satisfied.

It's a pity that there were too few Nirvana Silks; only one pair was ever made.

I gave it to Wei Mengrou, so I don't have any for Bai Ruoxi... Otherwise, I could have unlocked a new way to play tonight.

Mu Zhian couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

After chatting with the maid in the room for a while, a soft knock came from outside the door.

Then, a melodious, bell-like voice gently rang out: "Brother Mu, may I come in?"