It turns out, they were the main characters.

The power of just this drop of essence blood was already so immense that it defied description.

Could the person in that ancient coffin be the first immortal in the Nine Provinces...?

Thoughts flashed through Mu Zhian's mind. Just then, he vaguely heard a clear and melodious voice from outside: "May I come in?"

Sister Mengrou?

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mu Zhian immediately got up and pushed open the door, whereupon he saw the maid standing at the door.

"Sister Mengrou, how did you know I was here?" Mu Zhian asked in surprise.

Wei Mengrou slightly raised her snow-white chin and said calmly, "Who in this Yaochi doesn't know that Young Master Mu is favored by the Azure Emperor and spends every day meditating and cultivating with her in the Guiyi Pavilion?"

That sounded sarcastic... Mu Zhian maintained his smile and stepped aside: "Anyway, come in first."

In the attic, the sound of the gushing water from the divine spring could be faintly heard outside. Mu Zhian prepared a cup of tea made from Enlightenment Leaves for Wei Mengrou and handed it to her, saying, "This Enlightenment Tea is only effective when a cultivator takes it for the first time. Try it, Sister Mengrou."

Wei Mengrou looked at Mu Zhian, who had a smile on his face, took the tea and silently sipped it, saying, "You're really living well here, with both miraculous medicine and beautiful women by your side."

Mu Zhian gazed at her delicate and charming profile and said softly, "Yes, right now we have both miraculous medicine and a beautiful woman by our side. It's so good to have Sister Mengrou with us."

Wei Mengrou: "→-→"

A hint of shyness flickered in her beautiful eyes as she gave him a disdainful sidelong glance.

He clearly wanted to mock his young master, but ended up feeling powerless, like punching cotton.

"This tea is quite good; it must have been blessed with spiritual energy from about two months of cultivation," Wei Mengrou said softly, changing the subject to hide her shyness.

Looking at Mengrou's cold and indifferent expression, Mu Zhian sighed softly: "Yes, this Enlightenment Tea is good. It is made from the leaves of the Heavenly Phoenix Tree. It's just a pity that after taking it once, it will not have any further effects. So Yao Meng has been using it to soak her feet lately."

Wei Mengrou had just taken a sip of tea when she heard this and couldn't help but cough lightly. Mu Zhian quickly patted her back and asked with concern, "Are you alright, Sister Mengrou?"

Wei Mengrou took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped her mouth, and said resentfully, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Mu Zhian smiled but remained silent.

She was well aware of her young master's cunning, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"I was just joking with you. Enlightenment Leaves are rare, and Yao Meng couldn't possibly be so extravagant. She's only used them twice these past few days," Mu Zhian said with a smile.

"So it's still used for soaking feet, isn't it?"

Wei Mengrou rolled her eyes at Mu Zhian; the icy beauty's demeanor only added to her elegance.

"By the way, why did Sister Mengrou come alone? Ruoxi and the others didn't come to Yaochi?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked casually.

Wei Mengrou said coldly, "I don't know."

Seeing her aloof demeanor, Mu Zhian couldn't help but reach out and gently poke Wei Mengrou's waist.

Wei Mengrou immediately reached out and brushed his hand away, saying calmly, "Young Master, please have some self-respect."

Mu Zhian poked her waist again.

Wei Mengrou was about to push him away, but Mu Zhian immediately took her soft little hand in his grasp.

He casually put his arm around Wei Mengrou's slender waist with practiced ease and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it. Now is our time to be alone."

Wei Mengrou pretended to struggle a few times, trying to pull her hand away, but Mu Zhian gripped it even tighter.

Looking at the silent beauty, Mu Zhian suddenly said, "By the way, why did Sister Mengrou suddenly come to see me? Does she simply want to see me?"

Wei Mengrou finally snapped out of her daze and gave Mu Zhian a cold, disdainful look: "You're being far too presumptuous."

Mu Zhian narrowed his eyes, looking quite excited.

"What... happened to you?" Wei Mengrou asked hesitantly, wondering why the young master had suddenly fallen ill.

"Can Sister Mengrou look at me with that disdainful look again?" Mu Zhian asked expectantly.

"Oh, right, this room has all kinds of skirts, stockings, and even high heels! Could you put them on first, then lift the skirt and look at me with a shameful expression, saying something like 'Please look at me, Master'?"

Wei Mengrou's face flushed even more, her beautiful eyes filled with shyness. She glared at him and whispered, "Get lost!"

Hmm... I must say, she truly lives up to her reputation as a maid; even her cursing has a certain charm.

Mu Zhian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but seeing that Wei Mengrou's usually aloof face was now flushed, he stopped there and changed the subject, asking, "What brings you here, Mengrou?"

Wei Mengrou gradually came to her senses from her previous state of extreme shame and said softly, "The Immortal Devouring Lock previously guided me to the place where you lived."

Mu Zhian glanced at her right thigh, where a black butterfly was imprinted on her flawless, white jade-like leg, adding to the already alluring beauty of the maid.

No matter how many times he looked at it, Mu Zhian couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This butterfly is really burning.

It's just a pattern, so why is it so alluring...? Mu Zhian reached out and touched Wei Mengrou's beautiful legs, intentionally or unintentionally.

The soft, jade-like touch was breathtaking, and Wei Mengrou's body trembled slightly.

"And then, what did the Immortal Devouring Lock tell you?" Mu Zhian asked, gently stroking the butterfly on it.

Could it be that this Immortal Devouring Lock is also missing the feeling of being bound...?

Wei Mengrou bit her lip lightly, glared at Mu Zhian, and said softly with shame and displeasure, "Let go of my hand first."

Her eyes seemed to be misty with tears, and her heart was pounding like a deer. She was extremely dissatisfied with the young master's bold move, but she couldn't bear to push his hand away directly.

Otherwise, with his current strength nearing the Void Return stage, it would be a piece of cake if he were to use the Devouring Immortal Lock.

While enjoying the soft touch in his palm, Mu Zhian pondered for a moment and then smiled, "It's been a long time since Sister Mengrou called me by a proper name. Why don't you try it now?"

"After all, you are my maid."

Wei Mengrou scoffed, giving Mu Zhian only a disdainful look, and said coldly, "Take it or leave it. It doesn't cost me anything anyway."

"Waaah..."

Without making a sound, Mu Zhian reached out and put his arm around her voluptuous waist, then lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

Wei Mengrou let out a soft, suppressed sound, her usually cool voice unconsciously becoming charming, and her entire body seemed to go numb.

"Don't do that... What do you think would happen if Ruoxi and her senior sisters came and saw us?" Wei Mengrou finally found a moment to speak, and stammered.

However, Mu Zhian ignored her completely and instead lowered his head even more passionately to capture her alluring red lips.

Seeing that her threats were ineffective, Wei Mengrou endured the tingling sensation in her body, placed her hands on her young master's shoulders, and gently pushed him away.

Noticing his intense gaze fixed on her, she first turned her face away, giving Mu Zhian only a cool profile.

After a long silence, he lowered his head and stammered, "M-Master..."

The moment I opened my mouth, I suddenly felt incredibly ashamed. I knew without even thinking that my face must be completely blushing right now.

Yet, despite this shameful posture, there was a hidden urge within her to get close to the young master and let him caress her.

This tingling feeling made Wei Mengrou unconsciously grip the bedsheets tighter. She cautiously peeked at the young master's expression through her bangs and whispered, "Is this alright?"

"……Owner."

Without further ado, she called out again in a low voice. Although the voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, it was like a powerful blow that went straight into Mu Zhian's heart.

He reached out and embraced the mature and sexy older sister maid, pulling her close to his chest, and then gently stroked her hair.

Normally so cold it could freeze you, but now it was as docile as a kitten. This contrast was almost too much for Mu Zhian to handle.

"Have you missed me lately?" Mu Zhian looked down at the beauty in his arms and asked softly.

Wei Mengrou buried her face even deeper, a tempting blush spreading across her beautiful, icy face. After a long silence, she finally uttered a voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Mmm...I miss you."

Oh no, I really want to be intimate with Sister Mengrou right now... Mu Zhian's heart was pounding, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

He calmed himself down slightly, barely suppressing his impulse, and said, "You said earlier that the Immortal Devouring Lock led you here to find me, but did the Immortal Devouring Lock sense something?"

“The Immortal Devouring Lock has detected the spiritual consciousness of a third Primordial Demoness in your attic,” Wei Mengrou said softly.

Mu Zhian paused, his stroking motion faltering. "So, you came to find me because you sensed the presence of the Primordial Witch?"

"But the Primordial Witch was still asleep and couldn't possibly have emitted any aura. Besides, I've been refining the drop of essence blood I obtained from the Abyss—"

Mu Zhian's voice suddenly paused, and then his expression gradually faded from his face.

and many more……

That drop of essence blood was left by an immortal who had ascended to the Immortal Realm, and it was when I was refining that drop of essence blood that Sister Mengrou sensed the aura of the Primordial Demoness through the Immortal Devouring Lock...

The clues in Mu Zhian's mind gradually became clear and connected.

boom!

Then, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck his brain, causing Mu Zhian's pupils to contract sharply as he stared incredulously at the maid's exquisitely beautiful face.

The Primordial Witch, is she the immortal who ascended to the Celestial Realm?!

No, how is that possible... Wasn't the Primordial Witch only at the Dao Integration Realm? Why has she become an Immortal Ascension Realm?

It should be understood that the limit for cultivators is only the Dao Integration Realm. Beyond that, one must break through the shackles of heaven and earth to ascend to immortality.

However, there is no way to reach the Immortal Realm.

From beginning to end, only one person ascended to the Immortal Realm, and he was the first cultivator who coined the term "cultivation of immortality".

It can be said that she is the creator goddess, the only immortal.

The Primordial Witch... is the Ascension Realm?

……

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[I was so inspired to write about Sister Mengrou that I couldn't help but write a little more than usual. I'll try to finish another chapter tonight and post it early tomorrow. I've already written nearly 9,000 words today!]

Chapter 390 Undercurrents Surge, the Grand Wedding Begins! (7.5K)

"Is the Primordial Witch the immortal who ascended to the Celestial Realm?"

"But if she really ascended to heaven, how could Yao Meng not have noticed it at the time?"

Mu Zhian murmured incredulously, his mind still replaying what had just happened.

At this moment, Wei Mengrou suddenly seemed to sense someone approaching outside the door and subconsciously looked up.

"what happened?"

Mu Zhian had just asked a question when he looked up and saw that Yao Meng had already pushed open the door and was standing outside the attic.