It turns out, they were the main characters.

Wei Mengrou seemed to notice Mu Zhian's gaze. She pursed her bright red lips, then raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain in her eyes: "Don't you have anything else to do all day long besides thinking about these things? If you had focused on cultivation before, you would at least be at the sixth level of the Refining Spirit realm by now, right?"

"I've been working hard to cultivate ever since I left Tianxuan City... It's beyond my control that I'm thinking about these things now." Mu Zhian spread his hands helplessly.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him sideways: "What force majeure?"

"Because you're here, it's beyond our control," Mu Zhian said with a smile.

"Sister Mengrou has that kind of charm."

He was clearly just a lecher, but Mu Zhian made him sound so pure and refined, even stirring the hearts of girls. Even Wei Mengrou was speechless for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Although Mu Zhian's praise was indeed heartfelt.

Among the girls in Mu Zhian's fishpond, Wei Mengrou is the best in terms of leg lines and snow-white skin. Mu Zhian has already felt this clearly today with Wei Mengrou as his lap pillow.

Seeing that the maid remained silent, Mu Zhian was about to speak when a disciple's voice suddenly came from the jade slip hanging on Wei Mengrou's waist: "Junior Sister Wei, Master wants you to collect the spirit stones and pills for the next half month."

This is a communication jade slip from Huabao Peak. Because it has been enlightened by the spirit of the artifact, it can transmit voices between two people who are not far apart. The Huabao Peak disciple who spoke must be outside Tianhe Garden right now.

However, logically speaking, Wei Mengrou had just received pills and spirit stones a few days ago, and it wasn't even time yet, but she was given another one.

"Huabao Peak really values ​​you. Sister Mengrou truly deserves to be called a genius within the sect," Mu Zhian teased via telepathy.

Noticing the teasing look in the boy's eyes and the way his gaze swept over her, Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian with a hint of disdain.

Then, as if she had thought of something interesting, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and a pleasant smile flashed in her beautiful eyes. She replied softly, "I still have some things to take care of here. Senior Sister, you should go back first. I will go to Huabao Peak on my own later."

The senior sister outside the villa was clearly taken aback for a moment, then continued, "Do you need any help?"

"No need."

Wei Mengrou raised the corners of her mouth slightly and glanced at the young master beside her who was teasing her. Her slender fingertips slowly moved up her smooth, fair legs, and finally, her fingertips gently hooked onto the hem of her skirt.

Noticing the fiery gaze that Mu Zhian had been drawn to for a moment, Wei Mengrou, or perhaps the maidservant influenced by the Primordial Witch, slightly raised the corner of her mouth, her fingertips gently lifting a corner of her skirt, and gazing at him with alluring eyes.

"It's just dealing with a worm, it'll be quick."

"What do you think, young master?"

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To be honest, although Mu Zhian knew that the original witch's obsession had been affecting Wei Mengrou's personality to some extent since it entered her body, he still didn't expect that she would play some fun little games with him while talking to the disciple in the jade slip.

A closed room, flickering candlelight, and the occasional voice of the senior sister coming from a jade slip on the table.

And Wei Mengrou's fleeting glance that made one unable to help but feel excited.

Although this was one of the scenes that Mu Zhian had been looking forward to, actually feeling the warmth in her arms and hearing her disgusted expression when she was being playful with him still gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

It's no wonder she's Mu Zhian's favorite maid; once she awakens some of her mischievous side, she's absolutely amazing.

However, due to time constraints, they were unable to complete the sacred spiritual energy exchange ritual so early, but at least they did everything else they could.

Under Mu Zhian's satisfied gaze, Wei Mengrou retied the thin ribbon that had fallen to the ground around her tiny waist, tidied her slightly messy hair, and then walked to the dressing table. She took out a piece of rouge from her storage ring and gently bit it in front of the bronze mirror.

Mu Zhian walked behind her and wrapped his arms around Wei Mengrou's delicate body from behind, feeling the maid's unique sweet fragrance and soft body.

Wei Mengrou slightly brought her legs together, her body stiffened slightly, and then she gently brushed Mu Zhian's dog paws away.

Mu Zhian didn't seem to care and laughed, "When did Sister Mengrou learn so much? Could it be that Ruoxi taught you?"

Wei Mengrou turned around, straightened Mu Zhian's disheveled collar, and said calmly, "No matter what, I would never ask her about such a thing... The book I read before contained a lot of related content."

"The first half of that book covers how to control one's husband, while the second half is mostly about how to give someone a special kind of pleasure..."

"The so-called pleasure you're referring to is what you just did for me...?" Mu Zhian asked tentatively.

Wei Mengrou was silent for a moment, then said, "I only read the second half."

The maid was quite cunning; her words seemed to imply, "They all want to control you, but only I know how to care for my master."

Mu Zhian looked down at Wei Mengrou as she carefully smoothed his hair, and at that moment he suddenly had an urge to push her onto the bed and continue.

Imagine a maid you usually look down on lying on the bed, looking at you with disdain while her face is flushed with shyness... Just thinking about it is exciting.

Wei Mengrou seemed to sense Mu Zhian's restlessness as well. She pursed her lips, tiptoed slightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Let's wait until next time. You should go keep your appointment."

Her soft, alluring voice, combined with the maid's unique fragrance, drew Mu Zhi'an's gaze involuntarily to her. After a few seconds of contemplation, he asked, "Are you Sister Mengrou or the Primordial Witch?"

Wei Mengrou raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "Guess?"

She turned and walked past Mu Zhi'an, gently pushed open the door, and glanced at Mu Zhi'an one last time: "You're not planning to sacrifice your body to exchange with the people from Yuzhou, are you?"

"I can only make sacrifices if the other party wants them," Mu Zhian said helplessly, shaking his head.

“Your innate furnace is barely usable at the Dao Integration Realm right now. If you reach the Void Return Realm in the future, who knows if you'll even be of value at the Dao Integration Realm?” Wei Mengrou said calmly. “If I were Luo Tan, and I knew you were an innate furnace, I would sacrifice some resources to exchange with you and take you back to Yuzhou to nurture you slowly.”

“You are not Luo Tan, but you are the Primordial Witch,” Mu Zhian said with a smile.

"If Sister Mengrou were willing to take care of me, I would be quite happy to."

Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment, her eyes showing a slight realization.

In that sense, she was originally the former master of the World Sea. If Yuzhou could exchange pills and the like with Mu Zhian, wouldn't it be the same for her?

Although there are still many questions surrounding the Primal Witch, her identity has now been confirmed.

Wei Mengrou gave her young master a deep look, then turned into a black shadow and disappeared at the doorway.

A gentle evening breeze blew outside, making the courtyard feel somewhat desolate.

Mu Zhian took the letter out of his storage ring and looked at it again. Finally, he made up his mind, got up and left the room.

In any case, Yuzhou is a holy land for alchemists. Even if we can't get the Concentration Pill, it would be worth the trip if we could make friends with them.

……

Today, the Liangyi Sect is much more lively than usual. The reason for this is that the sealing of the Pilgrimage Hall and the appearance of several powerful figures have ignited the fighting spirit of many disciples to cultivate.

After leaving Tianhe Garden, Mu Zhian flew on his sword towards the direction of the South Bank.

Within the Liangyi Sect, the area covered by the south and north banks is vast; without flying on a sword, it might take half a day to reach them. This is partly due to its expansive territory, and partly because it contains numerous intricate halls and grotto-heavens.

The guests from the sects on this trip all reside on the south bank.

I don't know what happened tonight, but there were hardly any people passing by on the south bank, and white fog shrouded the entire south bank.

Mu Zhian had just arrived at the gate of the South Bank when he faintly heard the sound of arguing in front of a large hall in the distance.

This is quite rare for the Liangyi Sect, because this is a world of immortals and heroes, and most cultivators believe that 'a Daoist partner will only hinder my cultivation speed'.

Of course, most people simply don't know how to pursue female cultivators, so whenever they see someone with a Daoist partner or a well-connected young nobleman like Mu Zhian, they outwardly look down on them, but inwardly they are so envious they want to eat lemons.

"Junior sister, listen to me, there are definitely some good things in the Pilgrimage Hall. If you can persuade your master to give you the token, we can split the good things we get!"

"Why do you think that if you can't get the First Seat Token, I can definitely get it?"

“You are Master’s most beloved person. If you ask, there will definitely be a way… I can guide you for free. If we find anything good in the Pilgrimage Hall, it’s all yours! Manting, I’m sincere towards you, believe me!”

"Senior brother, you are truly affectionate. However, I seem to recall that you had some ambiguous relationships with three or four female cultivators before."

The senior brother was speechless for a moment, and stammered, "That, that was beyond our control... I really don't know why they all like me, and I can't do anything about it. But the only person I truly like is you. I swear, if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning!"

In the Nine Provinces, oaths cannot be made casually. This shows that even if this senior brother was a scumbag in the past, he has now transformed into a sycophant.

But... of all people to fall for, why did she have to fall for this bad woman?

Mu Zhian knew who the girl was just from hearing the name his senior brother had called out earlier.

Huang Manting, the daughter of the Morning Light Chamber of Commerce, was also someone who had previously been possessed by the Demon Queen.

Mu Zhian realized that the conditions for a demon queen to attach herself to a demon might be limited. First, she needed to be born with a seductive nature and a bewitching temperament. Second... she had to be a bad woman.

Mu Zhian also had some impression of the senior brother who spoke. He was Ding Jingde, the sixth senior brother of Tianji Peak. In the past, he relied on his senior brother status to deceive several naive junior sisters. He didn't know when he met Huang Manting by chance, but gradually became obsessed with her and was willing to fall at her feet.

The poor, simple-minded senior brother was completely manipulated by her.

Mu Zhian had experienced Huang Manting's beauty firsthand. Her tea skills, if not at the King level, were at least at the Master level. She had seen countless men like Ding Jingde in the Chamber of Commerce before, so taming a sycophant would be easy for her.

"I have no interest in the things in the Pilgrimage Hall. If you have nothing else to do, please step aside. The Ascension Ceremony is approaching, and I need to go back to continue my cultivation," Huang Manting said calmly.

However, Ding Jingde still refused to give up and shamelessly pestered her.

"If I remember correctly, Manting seems to be getting very close to that Mu Zhian. Could it be that she rejected me because of him?"

“I have no interest in anyone, including Mu Zhian. Senior Brother Ding, please leave.” Huang Manting’s tone was already showing some impatience.

"Junior sister—"

Before she finished speaking, Huang Manting raised her fingertip and gently touched Ding Jingde's forehead.

In an instant, Ding Jingde swayed and stared at Huang Manting with a dazed look, before collapsing straight to the ground.

A faint pink mist surrounded Huang Manting, exuding an alluring aura.

Despite being some distance apart, Mu Zhian immediately noticed the origin of the pink mist.

Demon!

Huang Manting is from the demon realm?!

How is that possible? Isn't she the daughter of the president of the Dawn Merchant Guild? When did she get involved with people from the demon realm?!

Mu Zhian's heart skipped a beat. He gently clasped his hands together, and the black mist of the Southern Wilderness Secret Technique was about to envelop him, concealing his aura.

However, at this moment, a soft and melodious voice suddenly rang out in the quiet South Bank Square: "Young Master Mu, why are you leaving as soon as you see Manting? Do I not attract you at all?"

As she finished speaking, she glanced casually at the stone pillar where Mu Zhian was hiding.

Mu Zhian sighed softly to himself, then stepped out from behind a stone pillar not far away, raising his hands to indicate that he meant no harm: "When did Miss Manting's perception become so strong? You didn't seem to have such exaggerated perception abilities before, did you?"

Huang Manting walked gracefully through the hazy white mist, her black dress fluttering in the wind. She gently pressed herself against Mu Zhian, nestling in his arms, and lightly circled his chest with her slender fingers, painted with black nail polish. She looked up and smiled, saying, "This isn't the place to talk. If you don't mind, let's go back with Manting and chat slowly."

Mu Zhian shrugged: "Since Miss Manting has said so, then I will naturally not disappoint you."

What can we do? Are we supposed to go around yelling "Help! Help! This woman is a demon cultivator!"?

Huang Manting used some kind of sorcery, which could even knock Ding Jingde unconscious in an instant. This "junior brother" of hers is probably no better than Ding Jingde.

……

They returned to the elegant garden where Huang Manting lived. Huang Manting hung the black veil draped over her shoulders on a chair next to her, then turned to Mu Zhian and smiled, "Young Master Mu, what kind of tea would you like to drink?"

"Either is fine. I'd also like to experience Miss Manting's tea ceremony." Mu Zhian smiled as he looked at her slender back.

Huang Manting smiled sweetly: "Since Young Master Mu has said so, then let Manting personally prepare a pot of tea for Young Master Mu."