It turns out, they were the main characters.

Lan Mulian took over the challenge and spoke up as well: "Senior Qingdi is a great power in the Eastern Continent and also my elder. Although I have no feelings of love for my junior brother, it is not appropriate for someone of your status to be with him."

"Does Miss Lan really think that much importance on differences in social status?" Yao Meng countered.

Lan Mulian was silent for a moment, just about to speak.

However, at that moment, Yao Meng's next words completely blocked what she wanted to say.

"If you feel that the difference in status prevents you from being together, then after the Ascension Ceremony, I will bestow upon him the title of Holy Son of Yaochi. With the Holy Son and Holy Daughter together, their status will no longer be considered disparate, right?"

Lan Mulian raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "If Senior Qingdi can act on emotion, then this junior has nothing to say."

Yao Meng's fair toes barely touched the ground, the thin ribbon around her waist fluttering lightly in the wind. She said calmly, "With his current strength, what if he were to be named the Holy Son of Yaochi? Would anyone in the world question it?"

The people present all fell silent.

Regardless of the circumstances, once the Green Emperor has spoken, there will be no doubts.

Because she is at the Dao Integration Realm, her judgment is correct.

For a moment, the Ascension Platform fell silent.

Even the renowned genius girl from the Nine Provinces felt pressured when facing such a powerful being at the Dao Integration Realm.

At this moment, a terrifying burst of spiritual energy suddenly erupted not far away, as if shattering the tense atmosphere on the Ascension Platform. Everyone turned to look at the arena.

Mu Zhian had already pulled out the love lock. The spiritual energy that Yao Meng had just given him was being frantically absorbed by the first-grade artifact spirit. Behind Mu Zhian, it seemed as if a huge vortex was slowly swirling.

The spiritual energy within Mu Zhian's cauldron was all drawn into the vortex.

The spiritual energy within his body flowed out uncontrollably, continuously merging into the Heavenly Lock.

Then, a light as bright as stars suddenly shone.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Yuan was about to rush towards Mu Zhian and interrupt his extremely terrifying technique.

However, at that moment, a blue lotus flower descended from mid-air, briefly suppressing his spiritual energy!

This Pure Lotus is a fake.

Even so, it is more than enough to deal with cultivators of the same level in the Refining Spirit Realm!

The moment the spiritual energy within Lin Yuan's body was sealed, the vortex behind Mu Zhi'an quietly stopped.

Mu Zhian slowly raised the Heavenly Lock, and the next moment, a powerful and terrifying pressure rushed over him, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, and like a tsunami, it swept towards Lin Yuan.

A terrifying gust of wind swept through the entire hall, and spiritual energy filled the entire arena.

Mu Zhian almost lost control of the Heavenly Lock, gripping the sword hilt tightly with both hands and using his spiritual energy to control it with great difficulty.

thump!

Lin Yuan could not even withstand this pressure. His legs went weak, and he uncontrollably knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale.

This power did not come from Mu Zhian at all, but from the Heaven-Questioning Lock in his hand!

But he hasn't even refined the Heaven-Questioning Lock yet, so how can he unleash such power?!

Lin Yuan pressed his head against the floor, gritting his teeth, his heart filled with resentment, but he could not move an inch under the pressure of the Heavenly Lock.

The expressions of the elders below the stage grew more solemn.

This Heavenly Lock, in theory, shouldn't be able to unleash such terrifying power in the hands of a cultivator at the Refining Spirit Realm.

Before the Ascension Platform, Yao Meng's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashing across them.

The first-grade artifact spirit in Mu Zhian's hand is as powerful as an ancestral artifact left behind by a Dao Integration Grandmaster, and is invincible within the same realm.

But logically speaking, an ancestral artifact that hasn't been refined shouldn't have such terrifying power, no matter how strong it is.

Unless... this Heavenly Lock was born with an affinity for Mu Zhi'an, thus granting him the power to use it.

Lin Yuan, the person involved, was struggling to get up, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body instinctively succumbed to the awakened Heavenly Lock and he could not get up.

"It's clearly only at the fourth level of the Spirit Refinement stage, so why can this Heaven-Questioning Lock unleash such power?!"

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to lift his head with difficulty, looking at the boy in front of him who seemed to be looking down on him like an ant, his eyes filled with resentment.

Then, feeling the terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Lock drawing ever closer, Lin Yuan finally spoke with a strained voice, filled with resentment: "...I surrender."

On the dueling platform, the old man couldn't help but glance at Mu Zhi'an again before slowly speaking:

"Mu Zhian wins!"

As the sound faded, Mu Zhian seemed to collapse from exhaustion, and was about to dissipate the spiritual energy gathered within the Heavenly Lock.

However, just as he released his grip, the spiritual energy within the Heavenly Lock showed no sign of dissipating; instead, it continued to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world.

"Wait... I still can't fully control this Heavenly Lock?!"

Mu Zhian vaguely sensed that something was wrong and subconsciously glanced at the dark gold longsword in his hand.

He couldn't control this spiritual energy!

The old man on the high platform also noticed this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his hand to suppress the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Lock.

However, the Heavenly Lock in Mu Zhi'an's hand seemed to possess its own consciousness, unleashing an even more terrifying spiritual pressure. It detached from Mu Zhi'an's palm and hovered on the dueling platform, resembling a giant python.

A slight commotion could be faintly heard from the audience.

Lin Yuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his lips were pale, and he stared in fear at the spiritual energy that the Heavenly Lock had suddenly unleashed.

He could sense that if he were directly struck by the Heavenly Lock, even if he didn't die, he would probably need to recuperate for a very long time... and might even suffer long-term effects.

A surge of violent spiritual energy erupted, and the increasingly terrifying spiritual energy bursting from the Heavenly Lock seemed intent on obliterating this enemy who had previously harbored hostility towards its master.

Everyone felt a profound shock to their souls.

At this moment, a blue lotus silently bloomed in mid-air, its green radiance quietly enveloping the entire Ascension Platform and forcefully suppressing the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Lock.

The spiritual energy he had painstakingly obtained from Yao Meng was completely depleted, and Mu Zhian stumbled.

But before he could fall, Yao Meng appeared in front of the arena and helped him up.

Mu Zhian's face was buried in the hearts of warm people, and the sweet fragrance made people feel particularly at ease.

He deliberately raised his head to keep his senses up, noticing Yao Meng's concerned gaze, and then noticing the girls who were rushing towards them not far away.

Almost every girl's eyes were filled with concern, but when they looked at Yao Meng, their eyes held an undisguised hostility.

This atmosphere is a bit off... Mu Zhian's eyes flickered slightly, and he decisively abandoned the consciousness he had just barely managed to maintain.

His vision went black as he was completely buried in two soft mounds and fell into a coma.

While running away is shameful, it's definitely useful in the current situation...

Chapter 327 The Fish's Plan 4.5K

In the neat and elegant room, the candlesticks illuminated the entire space.

Mu Zhian slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was an unfamiliar room.

This shouldn't be my room, but it's not Ruoxi's room either... Where did they bring me here?

Mu Zhian finally regained consciousness and sat up in shock from his deathbed.

However, just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt that both sides of his wrists were bound by chains that shimmered with golden light. It was a pity that there were no chains on his feet, otherwise it could have been a scene from the famous 'Dark Wizard'.

"The Lock of the Wasteland?!" Mu Zhian almost exclaimed.

A head popped out from the left lock, tilting it slightly as if to say: Call me?

Mu Zhian looked at the Desolate Time Lock on his wrist with suspicion and began to panic.

Logically speaking, with so many people present at the time, even if Lingxuan had "turned evil," they shouldn't have allowed her to bind the Lock of Desolate Time to her wrists.

However, right now... Ye Lingxuan's ancestral artifact, the Lock of Desolate Time, is indeed binding him.

Just then, Wei Mengrou's icy voice suddenly came from not far from the bed: "The Lock of Desolate Time, this ancestral artifact, can rewrite time. With the aid of medicinal pills, it can speed up your body's recovery."

Mu Zhian hesitated for a moment, then looked up and saw a sexy woman's figure come into view.

She crossed her arms, which supported her full and firm breasts, and leaned lazily against the bedside, glancing at him with a slightly indifferent expression.

That look was as if he were looking at a worthless insect; his bright eyes were filled with disgust and contempt.

Although Wei Mengrou saw herself as Mu Zhi'an's personal maid, and would only secretly stay by his side no matter what happened, she still felt a strange displeasure when she saw Qingdi publicly announce her relationship with Mu Zhi'an as a Daoist couple in front of everyone, and even kiss the young master in front of them.

Although Mu Zhian's situation today can be described as being beyond his control, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and such emotions are simply beyond his control.

"Is Sister Mengrou angry?" Mu Zhian asked tentatively.

Wei Mengrou ignored it completely and simply said, "The others asked me to stay and take care of you so as not to disturb your rest."

"As for being angry..." she paused, then said coldly, "I am just your maid, only responsible for your safety. Other matters are none of my concern."

This is definitely anger, no, it should be said that she's jealous...? Mu Zhian felt both worried and relieved.

The worry stemmed from the uncertainty of what might happen when others gathered together, while the relief came from the fact that this aloof maid was actually jealous because of her.

"My spiritual energy seems to be recovering a bit too quickly... Could it be that Yao Meng transferred her spiritual energy to me again?" Mu Zhian asked in confusion.

"Even if it were Fairy Yao Meng, she couldn't possibly give you spiritual energy twice in a row. Your cauldron would be the first to be unable to withstand her spiritual energy."

Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian and said, "Lingxuan just fed you two pills, and then the Lock of Desolate Time temporarily sealed you to speed up the refining of the pills."

The Lock of Desolate Time can actually be used like this?

The Lock of Time can slow down the flow of time, or it can speed it up...?

It truly lives up to its reputation as an ancestral artifact of an ancient powerful being; its abilities are simply outrageous...

While admiring the maid's exquisite and beautiful profile, Mu Zhian secretly marveled at the power of the Lock of Desolate Time.

Although Wei Mengrou has been with him from the beginning until now, he can never get tired of looking at her face... Moreover, since there are only the two of them in the room right now, and Mu Zhian's hands are still tied to the bed, the scene is even more ambiguous.

A maid who casts a disdainful glance at her master, seemingly disgusted by him; the master bound by the Locks of Time; and the candlesticks on the table…

This scene, combined with Wei Mengrou's outfit, is just too suggestive!

Seemingly noticing the way her young master was looking her up and down, Wei Mengrou walked gracefully to the bedside and looked down at him.

A bright yellow dress accentuated her flawless, snow-white skin. The fabric covering her delicate body was slightly thin, and her long, snow-white legs were adorned with a pair of small, exquisite ankle boots.

Those eyes, which held a hint of disdain, seemed to be trying to conceal the affection and worry hidden beneath. She pursed her lips and asked casually, "You couldn't control the Heavenly Lock on the dueling stage just now?"

She has a stunning appearance, a sexy and graceful figure, and most importantly, her thighs are perfectly round and snow-white. A thin black ribbon tied on her right thigh slightly accentuates the fleshy cleft... I'd give her ( ) points, or 9.5 points if I didn't give her any.