It turns out, they were the main characters.

A cool and gentle voice responded.

Dressed in a red dress, Ye Qingxin leaned against the void. After hearing Mu Zhian's reply, she felt even more guilty.

The Ye sisters treated her with utmost respect, regarding her as a revered ancestor. However, the two sisters were unaware that their revered ancestor had a rather ambiguous relationship with their Mu brother, and they had even engaged in many intimate acts beyond dual cultivation.

"Sister Ye wouldn't be thinking of leaving me now, would she? Actually, even if I told Qian'er and Lingxuan the truth, they wouldn't say anything."

Mu Zhian gazed at the rain outside the guest room, exchanging thoughts with Ye Qingxin in his mind.

"Now that things have come to this, it's impossible for me to leave you."

Ye Qingxin gently shook her head and said, "However, let's keep our affair a secret for now."

"After that, I will find a suitable time to explain things clearly to them."

If it were just Qingdi who had been cuckolded, she would be quite pleased. But when she thought that this child was the beloved of her Ye family descendant, Ye Qingxin felt a little complicated.

After all, it's a bit hard to compete with one's own descendants for the cake... no matter how you look at it, it's still a bit of a shame.

Mu Zhian nodded slightly and said, "It's all up to Sister Ye to decide."

A wisp of red light gracefully flew out from Mu Zhian's body, transforming into a beautiful woman dressed in a black and red dress, with a refined and charming demeanor.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back. Looking at Mu Zhian's 'weak' state, she couldn't help but chuckle: "Those kids were really enthusiastic towards you."

One hour in the Lock of Desolate Time is equivalent to one day outside... Even though Ye Lingxuan is a reserved and elegant girl, she also has times when she gets 'angry'.

At this point, the girl would likely do something that doesn't conform to the etiquette of a young lady... since no one would see it anyway.

Mu Zhian sensed the teasing in Ye Qingxin's words and waved his hand helplessly: "Sister Ye, don't make fun of me. Why did you leave my innate furnace? Where are you planning to go?"

This beautiful ancestor of the Ye family was just as stunning as ever, gazing at her reflection in the water, breathtakingly beautiful.

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on her delicate and pretty face as she said, "That girl in the forbidden zone has already touched the threshold of the Void Returning Realm, and she will probably encounter a bottleneck soon. While she is still here these few days, I will go and talk to her first."

After refining the spirit and returning to emptiness, a new 'Daoist rhythm' will be involved.

If you don't plan your future path, you can easily end up in a dead end.

In the past, many geniuses in the Nine Provinces were stuck at this stage for their entire lives, with no hope of refining their spirit and returning to the void.

Mu Zhian gave a thoughtful "Oh," and reminded her, "Lingxuan is exhausted, both mentally and physically. She should still be meditating. Sister Ye may have to wait for her a while."

Ye Qingxin glared at him and said calmly, "Whose fault is it that she's so exhausted?"

Mu Zhian spread his hands: "Does Sister Ye feel better seeing me like this?"

This wave essentially resulted in their mutual destruction with Lingxuan and the others, but while they gained a surge of spiritual energy, Mu Zhian gained nothing and instead lost both spiritual energy and physical strength.

Do you understand my pain?!

Oh, no... Young Master Mu found happiness.

Although my body is a bit weak right now.

Ruoxi's heart was difficult to control in the past, and it is even more difficult to control her now. If it weren't for the help of Lingxuan and Qian'er, Mu Zhian would have had a hard time suppressing Ruoxi on his own.

"You're not feeling well... isn't that what you deserve?" Ye Qingxin gave him a disdainful look with her alluring eyes, yet it seemed to exude a thousand charms.

Mu Zhian said aggrievedly, "Sister Ye has always been inside me, so she should know that once the Lock of Desolate Time appeared, I had no choice at all, right?"

Ye Qingxin looked at him with amusement: "If you were to use the Measuring Ruler, the Lock of Desolate Time would not be able to control you. At least for a short time, you would be able to break free."

That weapon was used by the Lord of Heaven in the past. Moreover, the divinity that was lost before had already returned to the Measuring Ruler after Mu Zhian used the essence blood of the Ascension Realm.

That measuring ruler can measure all things in the world. If it is used, the barrier created by the Lock of Desolation will be destroyed immediately.

Mu Zhian shook his head slightly: "There's not much need to bring out the Measuring Ruler. If doing it that way would make Lingxuan happy, then it's fine."

"Even I'm a little jealous of what you're saying."

Ye Qingxin blinked her flawless red eyes, teasingly looking at the young man in front of her, and chuckled: "So in the end, you're just giving them a way to 'vent their anger'."

"Even without the Locks of Time, you would still be controlled by them in other ways—"

Mu Zhian put her index finger to her lips and smiled faintly: "Sister Ye, some things are better left unsaid.

"If Sister Ye is dissatisfied with Yao Meng, I will also try my best to make you happy... After all, in Heaven, you are the first older sister I have ever fallen in love with."

That's the charm of language; as long as you add enough modifiers, you can have many firsts.

For example: You are the first woman I liked in the Eastern Continent, and you are the first woman I loved most in Tianxuan City...

Then, with just the right amount of gentleness, Mu Zhian pulled Ye Qingxin into his arms.

Although she was somewhat frail, the warm aura emanating from the boy and the small hands that were wrapped around her waist made Ye Qingxin's delicate body tremble, and the playful smile on her face, like that of an older sister, froze slightly.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd been this close to Mu Zhian, it was the first time I'd been this intimate with Mu Zhian during this period.

Besides, this was the first time the other person had ever spoken so gently.

She always enjoyed teasing others, but at this moment, Ye Qingxin's heart was suddenly in turmoil.

But she quickly realized what was happening and gently pushed Mu Zhian away.

"Aren't you afraid of being seen being intimate with others in a place like this?"

Her long, black hair was loose and flowing, and her tone sounded like a disdainful scolding, but her eyes revealed a captivating charm.

"I just hope that Sister Ye can understand my feelings. If others find out because of this, then I'll accept it." Mu Zhian smiled casually.

Ye Qingxin pursed her rosy lips, her clear red eyes gazing tenderly at Mu Zhian, a hint of joy shining in them.

Although she knew that Mu Zhian might just be trying to make her happy, she was still a little touched.

Throughout the past and present, she has had many suitors, but she has never had any intimate contact with any man, instead choosing to devote herself to Taoist cultivation.

Originally, it was just a simple business relationship with Mu Zhian, but after spending some time with him, she developed a fondness for him.

"If only you weren't the older brother those two children love." Ye Qingxin suddenly sighed softly.

Mu Zhian was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Although Sister Ye cares about the Ye family, I'm afraid I know Lingxuan and Qian'er better than you do."

"If we explain it to them, I don't think they would mind."

"That's not right."

Ye Qingxin suddenly spoke up and denied Mu Zhian's words.

Mu Zhian was taken aback: "Wrong?"

Ye Qingxin did not answer. She placed her hands on her knees, and her long black and red dress fluttered to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, she bent down slightly, half-squatting in front of Mu Zhi'an, her nose almost touching his nostrils, her alluring little mouth almost touching his lips, accompanied by the sweet fragrance of her soft breath, her seductive, moist voice lingering in his ear.

"If you weren't their beloved Brother Mu..."

"Today you are no longer bound by the chains of the wasteland."

……

Near the Moon Spirit Palace is a courtyard, and in a pavilion beside the courtyard, two beauties, one in red and one in white, with completely opposite temperaments, are playing chess.

Curtains hung down from the four corners of the pavilion to shield it from the wind. Inside, a smokeless charcoal fire burned brightly, dispelling the chill.

Lan Feiying sat opposite the indifferent woman in the white dress, her hand supporting her chin, enjoying her sister's displeased expression while playing chess with her.

"Sister, what's wrong with you today? I rarely see you looking so worried," Lan Feiying suddenly asked with a smile.

Lan Mulian glanced at her charming younger sister and said indifferently, "I'm wearing a veil, how can you tell what expression I have?"

Lan Feiying gave a charming smile: "Sister, I've watched you grow up since you were little. I know what you're thinking from your every move and every look in your eyes."

"It should be me who watched you grow up."

Lan Mulian had to correct herself, saying, "I am the older sister."

"Oh."

Lan Feiying smiled brightly: "That's what they say, but actually, we haven't spent much time together. After all, my sister left the Lan family a long time ago, and our memories of each other are now quite blurry—"

Her voice suddenly faltered, and her smile faded slightly. She subtly changed the subject: "Sister, are you so troubled because of Mu Zhi'an? Did he upset you at Liangyi Peak these past few days?"

Knock knock knock...

The aloof senior sister, whose bosom was so full it could rest on the table, frowned slightly, her slender fingers tapping the table as she spoke calmly, "I haven't had much interaction with him, not because of him, but because I've encountered some problems in my cultivation—"

Before Lan Mulian could finish speaking, she noticed the ambiguous smile in her charming and alluring younger sister's eyes.

Lan Mulian feigned indifference, a smile playing on her cool face: "You don't believe what I'm saying?"

"Yes, of course I believe you. I believe whatever you say, sister."

Lan Feiying sat with her plump, slender legs crossed beneath her cheongsam, her snow-white skin standing out dazzlingly against the dim sky.

"We're missing a referee for our game, why don't I go and call him over to join us?" she suddenly said with a smile.

……

Watching Ye Qingxin gracefully depart, Mu Zhian subconsciously touched his lips, then looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing from his sight, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Indeed, older sisters are truly wonderful creatures...

Especially the older sister who cultivates immortality...

We must find the right opportunity in the future to subdue this flirtatious woman...

Mu Zhian took out several Rejuvenation Pills from his storage ring and poured them all into his mouth like beans.

Then, he looked around, searching for the maid.

If it were Mengrou, who hadn't yet established a relationship with him, it wouldn't matter, but things are different now.

Although Sister Mengrou has always been a good maid who cares about her master, she will not get angry even if she sees her master being intimate with other girls. She has shown the aura and tolerance of an 'empress'.

However, there is probably a limit to how much tolerance one can have. If he is not properly appeased, when he reaches his breaking point, Young Master Mu will probably really be sent to the dark room.

The original witch's identity is extremely mysterious. Even Mu Zhi'an's personal interface was a gift from her in the past. If she doesn't handle it properly, Mu Zhi'an might have to meet Ye Yu again in the underworld.

Oh, Sister Mengrou is kind-hearted, she probably wouldn't do anything too outrageous.

Using his innate spiritual body, Mu Zhian opened his spiritual sense and scanned the area outside, but did not find Wei Mengrou.

Where did Sister Mengrou go...?

Mu Zhian's eyes flickered slightly. Just as he was about to fly on his sword to search for the maid's figure in Liangyi Peak, a sexy sound of high heels walking gracefully on the ground suddenly came from afar.

Mu Zhian subconsciously turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in a fiery red cheongsam, tall and graceful, standing in the rain with an umbrella. She smiled and said, "Have you finished your work, busy man? It's really not easy to see you or have a chat with you alone."