It turns out, they were the main characters.

"If she could wear black or white stockings, I'd give her a perfect score even if I didn't give her any..." Mu Zhian thought to himself.

Wei Mengrou quickly noticed the young master's eyes roaming over her body, and her heart fluttered slightly, but her gaze towards him was full of disdain: "You're so weak and you still have time to think about this kind of thing? When are you going to be serious?"

"Putting aside the fundamental issues, even if I have 90% of the problems, doesn't Sister Mengrou have 10% of the problems too?!" Mu Zhian said.

Wei Mengrou glanced at him sideways: "?"

Mu Zhian gazed at her and continued, "Who can blame him when Sister Mengrou is so charming?"

Wei Mengrou was slightly taken aback.

Then, she casually looked away and said indifferently, "I've heard you say this to the girls around you countless times before. You should say it less often in the future."

Her tone was calm and composed, but even with her lips tightly pressed together, a faint smile still crept up her lips.

It turns out that women don't dislike hearing sweet nothings all the time, provided they know how to say them in the right context.

Of course, there is one major premise in any case... that both parties must have feelings for each other.

"By the way, could you unlock the Lock of Desolate Time for me first? I've almost recovered now," Mu Zhian suddenly said.

Wei Mengrou glanced at the Lock of Desolate Time and shook her head, saying, "It is beyond my control, and even I can't do anything about it. However, according to what Lingxuan said earlier, the Lock of Desolate Time will return to her side in an hour."

“One hour… then Sister Mengrou, sit down and chat with me,” Mu Zhian said shamelessly.

Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down on the edge of the bed. Noticing the young master's gaze that had been drawn to her for a moment, a faint blush appeared on her cold, pretty face, and she remained silent.

Mu Zhian looked at her and continued, "The pillow height is also a bit off. Could you help me with that?"

"Pillow……?"

Wei Mengrou looked at him suspiciously, but before she could speak, Mu Zhian continued, "Mengrou's thighs are just the right height."

Only then did he reveal his true intentions: the pillow height was just a ruse; he simply wanted to enjoy a moment of comfort with the maid's lap pillow.

Wei Mengrou gave him a cold glance, not wanting to pay him any attention.

But then, Mu Zhian coughed twice, his lips turning slightly pale.

She paused for a moment, then bent down slightly, took off her boots, and sat down beside Mu Zhian, letting the back of his head rest on her lap.

Almost the instant his cheek touched the soft material, Mu Zhian couldn't help but squint his eyes, feeling a sense of complete relaxation throughout his body, as if he were surrounded by cotton.

Wei Mengrou silently looked down at the boy lying on her fair thighs. His complexion had improved considerably. He was now slightly squinting, leaning his head against her chest, and sniffing her fragrance.

As expected, you can always trust Sister Mengrou... Mu Zhian turned his head slightly and lay on Wei Mengrou's lap as a pillow, and sighed inwardly.

Time slips away silently.

Nearly an hour later, the Desolate Time Lock that bound Mu Zhian indeed unlocked itself.

Watching the golden chains slide out of the room on their own, Mu Zhian flexed his wrists, savoring the joy of regaining his freedom.

At this moment, Wei Mengrou quietly pushed him away and got up to sit on the edge of the bed.

The soft lap pillow that had been resting on the back of his head was gone, and Mu Zhian felt a little reluctant, but he didn't ask Wei Mengrou for another lap pillow or anything like that.

This kind of knee pillow, as soft as white jade, is truly a pleasure.

But this is a special case. It would be troublesome if someone checked my room. I'll have to get Sister Mengrou to wear black stockings and give me a lap pillow next time...

Anyway, there will be many more opportunities in the future, we can take it slow...

Thinking of this, Mu Zhian took the opportunity to grab Wei Mengrou's plump waist and pulled her into his arms before she could speak.

He had been wanting to do that all along, but the Lock of Time restricted his movements.

Wei Mengrou's body stiffened slightly, then she slowly relaxed and gently rested her forehead against his chest.

Mu Zhian looked down at the faint blush that appeared on the maid's cold and pretty face. Seeing that she did not struggle much, he understood and lowered his head to kiss her snow-white and jade-like cheek.

"Is Yao Meng still with Lingxuan and the others?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked softly.

"It seems she went to the south bank to look for Luo Tan," Wei Mengrou whispered.

She lowered her eyes, as if she wanted to be an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

As long as I don't look up, I won't know that I'm being held in my owner's arms...

Mu Zhian gently stroked Wei Mengrou's soft, beautiful hair, inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from the maid, but his thoughts gradually became more active.

Yao Meng went to see Luo Tan... was she planning to make some kind of deal with her?

The Empress of Yuzhou was an expert in alchemy, and Luo Tan was able to refine many pills that even powerful cultivators at the Dao Integration Realm could not.

Unfortunately, my spirit was kidnapped by the Demon Queen that day, otherwise I would have had a chance to have close contact with her... Mu Zhian couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"How did Ye Yu do in the competition this afternoon?" Mu Zhian asked again.

It's already dark outside, which means that today's Ascension Ceremony should have ended.

“He won.” Wei Mengrou raised her eyes to look at Mu Zhian and said softly, “Although I didn’t watch his match, according to the disciples present at the time, Ye Yu’s victory was almost a crushing one.”

Mu Zhian nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought, not surprised.

After all, they are chosen by Heaven. Since they are chosen by Heaven, putting aside their intelligence, they must have enough talent and luck, otherwise they would not have been chosen by Heaven.

Ye Yu's journey has been aided by both the golden finger of the old man and the mysterious help of Heaven.

Although Mu Zhian had considered eliminating Ye Yu directly, according to Yuan Luo's explanation at the time, if he did so, the backlash from the Heavenly Dao's fortune might be unbearable for him.

Even if you could bear it, it's not worth it.

Moreover, although Ye Qingxin's feelings for him have improved considerably today, she is still actually on Ye Yu's side, after all, Ye Yu is a member of the Ye family and also her descendant.

If we rashly attack Ye Yu now, it could very well trigger a major battle between Dao-Merging cultivators.

This is also something Mu Zhian doesn't want to see.

We should all try to get along better.

Rather than a battle at the Dao Integration Realm, he would much rather see Yao Meng subduing Ye Qingxin in bed, or Ye Qingxin subduing Yao Meng, before he intervenes to suppress the two of them...

"Compared to directly eliminating Ye Yu, continuously suppressing his luck is the safest approach..."

"What I need to do now is to sow discord... To do that, I need to prepare for tonight's rendezvous."

As Mu Zhian was thinking about these things, he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps outside.

Wei Mengrou reacted quickly, gently pushing Mu Zhian away and breaking free from his embrace. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she lowered her head to straighten her disheveled clothes, then glanced resentfully at the boy behind her.

If Mu Zhian hadn't just acted recklessly with his hands, she wouldn't be in such a panic right now.

Mu Zhian gave her a helpless smile.

This isn't my fault... Who can do nothing when they have a beautiful woman in their arms?

crunch.

The door was quietly pushed open, and Mu Zhian almost instantly weakened, his lips pale, as he lay on the bed.

"Lingxuan...? And Ruoxi, what brings you here?"

Then, when he saw Ye Lingxuan and the others at the door, Mu Zhi'an was about to get up with difficulty, but Ye Lingxuan walked into the room first and pressed Mu Zhi'an's shoulder: "Brother Mu, just lie down and rest. Don't push yourself."

As she spoke, she looked at Mu Zhian with suspicion.

According to previous calculations, the two Spirit Replenishing Pills should have restored Brother Mu's spiritual energy, if not completely, but at least significantly. So why is his complexion still so poor?

Just as Ye Lingxuan thought of this, she suddenly paused again and looked at Mu Zhian suspiciously for a few more seconds.

No, the spiritual energy in his cauldron has almost completely recovered...

Ye Lingxuan's eyes flickered slightly, and the worry in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep coldness.

Bai Ruoxi glanced at Wei Mengrou, noticing the faint blush still lingering on her cheeks. Her gaze then inadvertently shifted to Mu Zhian, and she asked gently, "Mu Lang, are you feeling better now?"

Mu Zhian nodded weakly and said, "Cough... I'm much better now."

He glanced at the doorway and asked, "Where are Qian'er and Senior Sister?"

"Qian'er went to Dao Peak to ask her master for some pills."

"Senior Sister Lan seems to have gone back to refine pills as well, probably for Brother Mu," Ye Lingxuan replied.

"I'm sorry to have worried you." Mu Zhian sighed softly. Her slightly pale skin and delicate posture were enough to arouse women's desire to protect her.

"It's good that Brother Mu is alright."

Ye Lingxuan revealed a sweet and innocent smile, then her gaze fell on Wei Mengrou, and she said, "Sister Mengrou, now that Brother Mu has woken up, let him rest quietly by himself for the time being. Let's not disturb him."

Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian subconsciously, and finally nodded gently, humming in agreement.

Bai Ruoxi paused slightly before stepping out of the room, glanced sideways at him, and said softly, "Mu Lang, take good care of your injuries."

Mu Zhian smiled and nodded, but after watching the door close, a vague unease began to creep into his heart.

Holy crap, their reaction is a bit off. They should have questioned me about Yao Meng, but they didn't mention it at all... Are they worried about me?

No, that doesn't seem likely. They're all smart people; they should be able to tell more or less that I'm faking illness...

What exactly are Ruoxi and the others up to? Could it be that they've been intimidated by Yao Meng and given in to her?

That's unlikely... How could the 'protagonist' so easily succumb to the 'villain' and even accept the fact that he's been cheated on?

Mu Zhian felt somewhat surprised and uncertain.

This unexpected reaction made it even more difficult for him to understand.

Mengrou is right, a woman's heart is the hardest thing to fathom in this world...

But I can't worry about that now, I can only deal with things as they come... As long as I know they won't hurt me.

Mu Zhian composed himself slightly, sat cross-legged in front of the bed, and regulated the disordered spiritual energy within his body.

Time passed silently, and as Mu Zhian continued his meditation, it was already late at night outside.

Just then, he suddenly heard a clear and melodious voice in his ear: "I'll be waiting for you in the sky pavilion of the Pilgrimage Temple."

Mu Zhian slowly opened his eyes.

This is... Ye Qingxin's telepathic message!

Chapter 328 Mu Zhian's Tea Ceremony (4K)

At this moment, in a closed room, Ye Yu slowly opened his eyes.