It turns out, they were the main characters.

"What do you mean 'you'? You should call me master." Mu Zhian gently patted Wei Mengrou's thigh.

Wei Mengrou gave Mu Zhian a disdainful look, not wanting to pay any attention to him at all, and turned her face away.

A stray strand of hair fell over her rosy lips, also obscuring her flushed cheeks.

A brief silence fell over the room. Mu Zhian remained silent, holding her tightly without making a sound, and they remained locked in a stalemate.

Wei Mengrou seemed a little uncomfortable, her legs clenched together and her hips swaying, a shy blush creeping onto her delicate face. She bit her lip as if unwilling to give in, yet she would occasionally peek at him through her hair.

After a long while, a very soft voice came from inside the room: "M-Master..."

"Hehe, Sister Mengrou, my Sister Mengrou... is so cute."

Mu Zhian chuckled, then lowered his head to kiss her lips with satisfaction, before pulling the blanket up.

Wei Mengrou stared blankly at the ceiling. She could clearly feel a surging and terrifying aura gradually spreading through her body.

And this influx of good fortune seems to have indirectly affected her bad luck as well.

In the next room, Lin Ling covered her mouth and yawned listlessly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She swung her delicate white feet, tilted her head, and leaned on the table, gently poking at the eight-treasure crane that was tied up and thrown on the table.

Because Mu Zhian has been quite busy lately, she usually goes out to find food and asks someone to feed her. Today, she happened to pass by Canghai Peak when she went out, so she simply caught a crane and brought it back.

She originally intended to ask Mu Zhian for help, but she could roughly sense the abundant spiritual energy in the next room, so she didn't disturb him at this moment.

At this moment, Lin Ling's eyes suddenly flickered slightly, as if she had noticed something. She blinked, and her bright red eyes, sparkling with stars, looked towards the room next door with a puzzled expression.

After glancing at it a few times, she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly.

"Aaa?"

To ordinary people, there seemed to be no unusual changes, but in Lin Ling's eyes, the fortunes of the two people in Mu Zhi'an's room were clearly reflected in her vision.

In the past, Wei Mengrou's aura was a deep black, but at this moment, the aura emanating from her is gradually changing...

Chapter 353 Mu Zhian: I can't let down Sister Qingdi! 8K

With the infusion of spiritual energy, a vague and ethereal fortune seemed to also become a part of Wei Mengrou within the innate furnace.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhian, in a state of detachment and indifference, suddenly felt a slight sound coming from his personal interface, so he raised his hand and opened his personal interface.

The title of "Chosen One" had disappeared, but soon he felt as if a golden light flashed before his eyes.

The title of 'Lord of Heaven', which was previously somewhat vague, is now clearly visible.

[Lord of Heaven: The one who modifies the rules of Heaven, establishes the first seat in Heaven, and can directly bestow authority upon others.]

"The first place in the Heavenly Court?"

Mu Zhian's attention was quickly drawn to the words, and after a brief glance, he couldn't help but become more interested.

"I wonder what will happen after this power is granted?"

"I never expected that dealing with a chosen one would bring so many benefits. Although it doesn't directly benefit me, it might be of great help to the girl beside me."

Mu Zhian couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Although it's unclear what will happen after granting authority to others, since it involves the Heavenly Court, it must be something good... We can test it out later, or ask that little Heavenly Dao girl sometime.

"Sister Mengrou, how are you feeling now?"

Mu Zhian quickly collected his thoughts, reached out and held Wei Mengrou's soft little hand, and asked softly.

Although they knew that luck had been bestowed upon Wei Mengrou, luck is an ethereal thing. Apart from beings like the Spirit Dragon who are born with luck, no one can see luck with the naked eye.

Noticing the boy's chest pressed against her beautiful back and the warm scent emanating from him, Wei Mengrou subconsciously twisted her waist slightly.

Then, she lowered her head and whispered, "Although I can't directly sense the luck, I can feel that the constraints of this world on me seem to have weakened."

“After all, this fortune originally belonged to the old Heavenly Dao, and your bad luck is the old Heavenly Dao’s restriction on you… Speaking of which, it feels like we’re exploiting a bug…” Mu Zhian complained.

"BUG?" Wei Mengrou's eyes showed doubt.

"It's alright, don't worry about it. As long as the fortune of the old Heavenly Dao is useful to you, that's all that matters. Let me take you for a medicinal bath."

As Mu Zhian spoke, he couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Although they had just finished, he was still a little tempted.

Wei Mengrou is the mature and aloof type of maid. She is already tall and sexy, and with her pair of beautiful, snow-white legs that are extremely elastic, she is even more likely to arouse men's desire to conquer her.

Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian furtively, then said indifferently, "I'll go by myself... nothing good will come of going with you."

After speaking, seeing that Mu Zhian remained silent and instead looked like he was seriously thinking, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhian pondered for a while and said, "It's a bit of a pity. It seems that high heels are not popular in Dongzhou. I think you would look very beautiful if you wore high heels and fishnet stockings or black and white stockings like last time."

"And then trample on your master underfoot?" Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian with disdain.

Sister Mengrou really understands me, but it would be best if she looked at me with disdain again...

Mu Zhian got out of bed, poured a glass of water and handed it to her, admiring her graceful figure as he remarked, "It's just something to do occasionally for fun, not something I really enjoy."

Wei Mengrou took the water glass and sipped the water slowly, ignoring him.

Although cultivators at the Refining Spirit Realm have generally abstained from grains, Wei Mengrou lost a lot of water tonight, and since it was the young master's good intention, she naturally did not refuse.

A moment later, she lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed when she suddenly noticed Mu Zhian's staring gaze. Wei Mengrou gave him a look of disdain and shyness, then wrapped herself in the quilt, concealing her graceful, fair body.

However, the moment her foot touched the ground, she suddenly felt her foot go soft.

Mu Zhian reacted quickly, immediately raising his hand to support her and hurriedly asking, "What's wrong? Could it be that the old Heavenly Dao's fortune is incompatible with you, causing a backlash?"

With Mu Zhian's help, Wei Mengrou sat down on the edge of the bed. She glanced at him with a complicated expression, her pretty face flushed crimson, as if it were about to bleed. She lowered her head and whispered, "It's nothing..."

Seeing her hesitant expression, Mu Zhian became even more worried. A cold beauty like Sister Mengrou might call out "master" when she was in bed, but she might also be shy afterward.

But it's quite rare to see someone so hesitant to speak like this.

“Sister Mengrou, given our relationship, please don’t try to hide anything if there are any problems. I’ll find a way to resolve them,” Mu Zhian said immediately.

“You…” Wei Mengrou’s cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, but her voice was barely audible.

"what?"

Wei Mengrou gripped the bed sheet tightly with her slender hands. After hesitating for a long time, she took a shallow breath, exhaled slowly, and whispered, "...Be gentler next time."

Mu Zhian: "..."

Even someone as thick-skinned as Mu Zhian felt a little embarrassed.

That's true. After all, Sister Mengrou hasn't been intimate with him many times. Although her cultivation level is extremely high, almost reaching the Void Returning Realm, she's still a novice in this area.

The spiritual energy in the Heavenly Court is extremely rich, and it cannot be completely absorbed and used for one's own purposes in a short period of time.

It's normal for the body to be in a weak state during this period.

However, knowing that Wei Mengrou was not being harmed by the backlash of the old Heavenly Dao's fortune, Mu Zhian was relieved.

Mu Zhian helped the maid sit down in front of the bed. At that moment, he suddenly felt a faint aura that did not belong to Wei Mengrou silently enveloping the room.

The original witch!

Mu Zhian subconsciously looked down at the direction emanating the aura of the primordial witch, but his gaze was fixed directly on Wei Mengrou's tender white thighs.

He subconsciously touched her right thigh with his fingers, and in addition to the soft touch, he saw a black butterfly mark appear on the snow-white skin of her thigh.

After a brief moment of staring, Mu Zhian subconsciously murmured, "The mark of the Primordial Witch...?"

He recognized the aura of the Primordial Witch, and the spiritual energy emanating from Wei Mengrou at this moment was that of the Primordial Witch.

It seems the Primordial Witch has a very deep connection with the Old Heavenly Dao...

In the past, the primordial witch was cursed by the old Heavenly Dao, and misfortune befell her.

For the primordial witch, or rather, for Wei Mengrou, this misfortune was a kind of seal.

Now that she has received a portion of the fortune of the old Heavenly Dao, some of the misfortune on Wei Mengrou has been offset, and the seals placed upon her are also gradually being broken.

"Does Sister Mengrou feel any discomfort in her body?" Mu Zhian asked quickly.

Wei Mengrou gently shook her head and whispered, "It's nothing. I just felt a slight burning sensation in my right thigh, but it's not uncomfortable."

"If I had to say something, I actually feel much more relaxed than before."

She gently raised her slender finger, and Mu Zhian was astonished to find that the black butterfly on Wei Mengrou's thigh seemed to have come to life, flying off her thigh and landing on her fingertip.

"This is..." Mu Zhian asked doubtfully.

"The Devouring Immortal Demon Art, you should have seen the Primordial Demoness use this technique before." Wei Mengrou gently flicked the butterfly from her fingertip.

Almost immediately, the butterfly seemed to transform into strands of black silk, surrounded by swirling black mist.

Whoosh!

Before Mu Zhian could react, the silk thread had already wrapped around his body.

Mu Zhian was slightly taken aback and asked in surprise, "Chains again?"

Is this really a plan to give me a famous scene from "The Sealed Mu Zhian" in the future...?

Wei Mengrou smiled brightly, snapped her fingers lightly, and black mist enveloped Mu Zhian.

Wei Mengrou, who was just in sight, is now impossible to see clearly.

"Sister Mengrou, stop playing around and let go quickly."

Mu Zhian tried to break free, but found that although the threads looked easy to break, when he actually used his spiritual energy to try to break free, the black threads greedily absorbed the spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy that had just been circulating in the cauldron was completely devoured in an instant.

The technique cultivated by the Primordial Witch is far too domineering; it can actually directly devour my spiritual energy?!

The more Mu Zhian tried to activate his spiritual energy, the more alarmed he became. In the end, he simply gave up struggling and waited for Wei Mengrou to untie him.

He wasn't worried that Wei Mengrou would just tie him up and leave him there unattended.

Although he was shrouded in black mist, Mu Zhian could still faintly hear the sound of clothes rubbing against delicate skin.

Clearly, Wei Mengrou was changing clothes, but she didn't want the young master to see her, so she used this method to avoid being teased by him while changing.

Sure enough, after a while, the black mist in front of Mu Zhian gradually dissipated, and Wei Mengrou's graceful figure appeared in his field of vision.

"Can you let go now?" Mu Zhian said helplessly.

I thought that the beating I gave the maid tonight had turned her into a well-behaved girl, but I was too naive.

Wei Mengrou looked at the young master's helpless expression, but a sadistic smile crept onto her lips.