It turns out, they were the main characters.

"There will be no tribulation lightning in the martial arts world."

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Daqian Dynasty.

In a Taoist temple, a man dressed in a Taoist robe seemed to sense something. He suddenly opened his deep eyes and stared intently in a certain direction. His eyes revealed a mixture of relief and deep fear.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and muttered to himself, "It really was her...it really was her..."

Gu Boxing was the imperial advisor and also the emperor's teacher. The emperor trusted this imperial advisor more than his loyal ministers.

Because the old emperor was taught Taoism by Gu Boxing.

Not far from the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty, a man sat cross-legged.

He appeared somewhat old, but his spirit remained high. He wore a golden robe, and his eyes were piercing, exuding the majesty of an emperor.

"Who is the Imperial Advisor referring to?" the old emperor asked.

Gu Boxing stared in surprise and uncertainty in the direction of the martial world, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as if to calm the turmoil in his heart.

"The body that brought ruin to dynasties throughout history was the maidservant from the shepherd family that the Grand Tutor intended to invite that day."

These words caused the old emperor's expression to change slightly: "What does the Grand Preceptor mean..."

“Wei Mengrou is a person with a body of misfortune,” Gu Boxing said.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked towards the direction of the martial arts world, his aged and deep eyes revealing a profound meaning.

"Perhaps we should take this opportunity to invite her over here..."

A golden light flashed from between his brows, and he sped off toward the Martial World!

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Martial arts world.

The tribulation clouds in the sky trembled violently, as if restricted by some unknown force, until finally, all the tribulation clouds completely dissipated, as if they had never existed.

Wei Mengrou stared blankly at this scene, her heart filled with doubt.

She had already prepared for the tribulation, but... the lightning tribulation just disappeared on its own?

"It seems that some powerful figure is secretly helping us," Mu Zhian guessed.

Generally speaking, once a lightning tribulation is formed, it cannot disappear on its own; the only possibility is that someone is secretly interfering.

He didn't know who it was, but the first person he thought of was Lin Ling, the good-for-nothing in his family.

Only Lin Ling could have achieved such a miraculous feat.

Lan Mulian glanced casually at the group of cultivators not far away, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she said softly, "Although the lightning tribulation has disappeared, there may still be some trouble afterward."

The cultivators outside had all witnessed Wei Mengrou's recent stroke of bad luck.

Not everyone will associate it with a body of bad luck, but as long as someone does, the news will definitely spread.

If even the Great Qian Dynasty finds out about this... no matter what, they will probably send someone to find Wei Mengrou.

After all, ancient books have recorded far too many stories of dynasties being brought down by those with unlucky constitutions, and the Great Qian Dynasty was already gradually heading towards its demise.

They will certainly do everything in their power to save it.

Wei Mengrou was obviously aware of these things as well. With a hint of hesitation in her eyes, she looked up at Mu Zhian, her red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something.

Mu Zhian asked in a puzzled voice, "Sister Mengrou, is that because you want to kiss me?"

Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment, then stared into Mu Zhian's eyes: "You know what I want to say."

Mu Zhian laughed and said, "It's nothing more than wanting the master to do what's best for him, so he thought about handing himself over to avoid causing more trouble, right?"

He paused, then said slowly, "However, if you leave, I'll be at a loss."

Although he had seen the maid's smooth, jade-like legs in black and white stockings, he had never let the maid step on them with a disgusted look... or anything like that.

Wei Mengrou frowned slightly and said, "But if I really am cursed with bad luck—"

Mu Zhian interrupted, "Then at least let's talk about it after I'm ruined."

"If I alone cannot bring about its downfall, how could I possibly bring about the downfall of an entire dynasty?"

Wei Mengrou seemed to want to say something more, but when she saw the calm smile on Mu Zhian's face, she held back in the end.

She nodded silently.

At that moment, a faint, ethereal voice suddenly drifted through the martial arts world.

“Miss Wei, would you be willing to accompany me to the Great Qian Dynasty? There are some things I would like to discuss with you.”

The moment that voice fell, it was as if a stone had been thrown into a pond, causing a thousand waves to surge. The minds of the cultivators participating in the assessment in the martial arts world exploded in an instant, and some cultivators even knelt down involuntarily!

A surge of spiritual energy enveloped most of the martial world. Mu Zhian looked up abruptly and saw a golden Dharma body appear in mid-air, seemingly out of nowhere.

He was dressed in a Taoist robe, his face calm, his hands behind his back, his gaze gently fixed on the direction where Mu Zhian was.

The Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty? This thought immediately flashed through Mu Zhian's mind.

Elder Daofeng, who was guarding the Dharma outside the martial world, clearly noticed the sudden appearance of the Dharma body and frowned, saying, "Grand Preceptor, Wei Mengrou is a disciple of my sect. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to come here so suddenly to demand her?"

The Imperial Advisor chuckled and said, "If what I just sensed is correct, Miss Wei is likely involved in the fate of the Great Qian Dynasty. I have come here personally on behalf of the Great Qian Dynasty to invite Miss Wei."

"Is this an elder of Dao Peak? When you stop me, are you representing Dao Peak, or the entire Liangyi Sect?"

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Elder Daofeng's expression was equally unpleasant.

It's easy to see from Gu Boxin's attitude that he is determined to 'invite' Wei Mengrou to the dynasty, and he has even brought up the entire Great Qian Dynasty.

As an elder of Dao Peak, he naturally could not represent the sect. In the end, he didn't know what the sect was planning.

Gu Boxing also saw this opportunity; if Wei Mengrou went to the Liangyi Sect, the Liangyi Sect might not agree to let her go to the Daqian Dynasty.

However, in the martial arts world... as long as Wei Mengrou is taken away first, and the matter is dealt with later, by the time the Liangyi Sect comes to demand her, the issue of the cursed body will probably have been resolved.

Is it really necessary to let Gu Boxing bring the sect disciples back to the Great Qian Dynasty?

Elder Daofeng looked up and gazed at the Dharma body, his eyes filled with solemnity.

Gu Boxing's Dharma form lowered its head and looked down at the martial world, its gaze landing directly on Wei Mengrou.

"Miss Wei, I have no ill intentions towards you. I just have some things I'd like to know. Would you be willing to come with me?"

His tone was gentle and calm, as if he were discussing something, yet it exuded an air of authority that left no room for refusal.

The outside world actually knows very little about the abilities of this imperial advisor.

Some believe he is the first being to reach the Enlightenment Realm, while others say he has already merged with the Dao and is supported by the 'faith' of the Great Qian Dynasty, making his strength unfathomable.

Regardless, someone whose strength has never been suppressed in the martial arts world must be far beyond people's imagination.

Wei Mengrou parted her red lips slightly, about to speak, but Mu Zhian immediately pulled her back, stopping her from opening her mouth.

The Dharma Body seemed to sense Mu Zhian's presence, and slightly turned its head to look at him. With just a casual glance, a tremendous sense of oppression swept over it like a surging tide.

"You are Mu Zhi'an?" he asked slowly.

"Junior Mu Zhian greets Senior," Mu Zhian replied calmly.

"You're too kind, young friend. I often heard people mention you back in the court."

Gu Boxing smiled and looked at Mu Zhian, saying, "Young friend Mu, I would like to invite Miss Wei to the Great Qian Dynasty. What do you think?"

He realized that Wei Mengrou completely obeyed Mu Zhian's words, and as long as he spoke, Wei Mengrou would not have any further objections.

Gu Boxing's words also gave a jolt to the hearts of the cultivators not far away.

"This is not good. If Wei Mengrou is indeed cursed, her trip to the Great Qian Dynasty will likely be fraught with danger."

"But she is, after all, a disciple of the Liangyi Sect. The Liangyi Sect will do its best to protect her no matter what, right?"

"That's why the Imperial Preceptor chose to come at this critical juncture... After all, this isn't the Liangyi Sect. By the time the Liangyi Sect finds out about this, Wei Mengrou will probably already be in the imperial court."

"With someone who appears to be at the Dao Integration Realm making a move, there's not much Mu Zhi'an can do..."

People tend to favor the weaker party. Although many cultivators dislike Mu Zhi'an, they will still choose to stand on Mu Zhi'an's side between the current imperial advisor and Mu Zhi'an... even though this doesn't change anything.

"What has your decision been, young friend Mu?" Gu Boxing asked again, his voice gentle and calm, yet carrying an unyielding will.

At that moment, countless gazes fell on Mu Zhian almost simultaneously, and Wei Mengrou's peripheral vision also fell on him.

Mu Zhian raised his hand in a gesture of respect.

Then, a humble yet assertive voice echoed through the valley.

"I don't think this invitation is very good."

The hushed conversation that had just taken place fell completely silent in an instant.

Chapter 282 The Power to Rewrite the World

A brief silence fell over the valley as countless eyes turned to Mu Zhian, all thinking the same thing: He's gone mad.

How dare a cultivator at the Refining Spirit Realm challenge the current Imperial Preceptor like this?

The fact that the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty personally sought his opinion was already a great honor.

The other party was determined to 'invite' Wei Mengrou to the Great Qian Dynasty, and the final result would be the same regardless of whether Mu Zhian agreed or not.

Gu Boxing offered a way out, but Mu Zhian actually refused?

These young cultivators participating in the Ascension Conference all had some discernment. Some couldn't recognize the black light that shot into the sky when Wei Mengrou was refining the Heavenly Dao Qi, but others still guessed it.

—A body cursed with misfortune!

Ancient books record that this body was the source of countless dynasties' misfortunes!

Regardless of the accuracy of the records in ancient books, the Great Qian Dynasty is now declining day by day. Even if the Body of Misfortune is just a legend, and even if there is only a one percent chance that it will destroy the entire dynasty, they will absolutely not allow the Body of Misfortune to exist.

The golden Dharma image seemed to cover most of the sky, its body was incomparably majestic, and its calm and gentle gaze fell on Mu Zhian.

"Does my friend mean to decline my invitation?"

Although the voice was extremely gentle, for some reason, it possessed an imposing presence that inspired an inexplicable sense of awe.

An invisible, surging tide seemed to be crashing in, and the overwhelming sense of oppression caused cold sweat to gradually seep from the foreheads of the cultivators present.

This was merely the lingering influence of Gu Boxing; his real target was not them, but Mu Zhi'an.