It turns out, they were the main characters.

Huang Weifeng is a boy who came from the mountains.

His family was poor when he was young, and he lost both his parents. The village he lived in was almost entirely populated by the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Some were blind, some were deaf, and some were said to have been chased by enemies when they were young and had a limp.

Fortunately, he was a transmigrator, so the original owner experienced those bitter and cold days alone. He did not experience too many hardships before leaving that village.

In short, the villagers there used to not even have enough to eat three meals a day. If it weren't for the fact that a man who came from that village is now the president of the Dawn Chamber of Commerce, and the president's daughter hadn't suggested helping the villagers with some relief, many of the disabled people in that village would probably have starved to death when winter came.

Of course, the past has nothing to do with him now. He has been favored by the Heavenly Dao and accidentally obtained a jade slip in that dilapidated village. The jade slip contains the inheritance of Dao Chu Tianzun. The spiritual consciousness in the jade slip in his hand now is the spirit beast that followed Dao Chu Tianzun, the Holy Light Qilin.

Anyway, he lost both his parents at a young age and could only live a short life in that dilapidated village. Now that he is blessed by the heavens, he will never have to go back to that dilapidated village that exudes the aura of death.

Huang Weifeng looked up in the direction of the Lan family, a faint smile on his face: "In order to achieve the goal of refining the spirit and returning to the void as soon as possible, I will naturally have to find a way to scavenge all available resources."

I had long heard of the Lan sisters' stunning beauty, and I thought I could take this opportunity to see them in person. I also wanted to see what kind of woman Lan Feiying, who was also a chosen one of my kind, was.

The Holy Light Qilin, with its rich experience, had already seen through Huang Weifeng's thoughts and hurriedly advised, "Being the chosen one does not mean you are the only one of your kind in this world. Your brilliance is too dazzling. Although you have never been defeated by someone of the same realm, the Lan family is, after all, a place where hidden talents abound."

"If you cause trouble, it won't just be cultivators at the Refinement Realm who come after you."

Huang Weifeng smiled and said, "Senior Qilin, you can rest assured. I know how to act and will not offend people easily."

Having said that, he ignored the Holy Light Qilin's advice, summoned an ordinary flying sword from his storage ring, and rode the sword away from the aerial pavilion, heading towards the Lan family's direction.

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"The Soul-Locking Bell... This thing really did have a reaction in the Eastern Continent."

Inside the incredibly luxurious carriage, Mu Zhian had one arm around Wei Mengrou's slender waist, with the beauty in his arms, while his other hand played with a seemingly ordinary ancient bell.

With some time still remaining before the Lan family's ancestral worship ceremony, Mu Zhi'an's early departure from the demon realm was naturally to fulfill his promise to the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

From the moment he stepped into the territory of the Eastern Continent, he took out this ancient bell and tried to find the hiding place of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox's wisp of spirit.

And the ancient bell guided them, heading north towards the Eastern Continent.

The Eastern Continent was quite prosperous, with each ancient family controlling a vast territory.

At this moment, Mu Zhian had arrived in the area controlled by the Lan family. Almost every half hour, he could see the various Daoist sects and Eastern Continent families standing on this vast land.

These are all forces that have submitted to the Lan family's jurisdiction.

In this boundless region, Mu Zhian also saw an ancient city, in which stood giant stone pillars, on which were engraved the unparalleled elegance of the Lan family's ancestors, as well as murals depicting the miracles she had created by single-handedly suppressing the forbidden land of the Eastern Continent.

The edges of the murals are also engraved with textual annotations from a past dynasty.

"Is this the ancestor of the Lan family? She must have been a peerless empress in the past, but now she's just a handful of dust." Mu Zhian said softly with a touch of emotion.

His right hand grasped the maid's small hand. The girl's slender, white hand was soft and smooth. While Mu Zhian closed his eyes to rest, he also took the opportunity to feel the warm touch from Wei Mengrou's small hand.

Wei Mengrou glanced at the young master with a faint smile, pursed her lips, and turned her head slightly to look at the scenery outside the carriage curtain, pretending not to care.

Mu Zhian tugged at the maid's hand several times along the way. At first, Wei Mengrou maintained a cold and aloof attitude, but gradually she gave up and let him hold her hand.

At first, Mu Zhian simply expressed his love and longing for the maid. Although he seemed to dislike her, it was not hard to tell what the girl's attitude was from the fact that Wei Mengrou did not mock the young master as usual.

Then, when the carriage was halfway to the Lan family's residence, Wei Mengrou felt a warm hand rest on the back of her hand. Although she wanted to refuse the young master in order to maintain her aloof persona, for some reason, when that warm hand held her tightly, she felt inexplicably reluctant to let go, so she let the young master hold her hand.

Mu Zhian held her in his arms and asked with concern, "Why is Mengrou's face so hot? Did you catch a cold?"

It would be a miracle if a terrestrial immortal in the Returning to the Void Realm caught a cold. Mu Zhi'an's words were clearly a flirtation with her, which was truly despicable.

Wei Mengrou's body was slightly flushed, and she was both angry and annoyed, but she didn't dare to look up at the young master at this moment, and could only whisper, "It's nothing..."

"Is the lock... the Soul-Locking Bell responding?"

Mengrou is indeed a master of verbal sparring. When she's not being affectionate, she always raises her chin arrogantly and looks down on her master like an insect. But when they get affectionate, she becomes timid... Mu Zhian secretly rejoiced.

The maid belongs to the aloof and arrogant type. When she was arrogant, she could be so cold that it could freeze people. But when she was being coquettish, she could exude an extremely alluring attraction and be charming in countless ways.

Mu Zhian glanced at the ancient bell in his hand, which was trembling slightly, and said, "There is some reaction, but it is not very strong. We can only know that it should be in this area. It seems that the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox has used some means to hide its spiritual consciousness."

Wei Mengrou gave an "oh," and then she felt a hand slip inside her yellow dress and gently knead her slender waist. Then she heard a young man's gentle, textured voice: "Sister Mengrou, you're really cold to me. Are you still angry with me? Are you upset that I haven't seen you much lately?"

Wei Mengrou felt a surge of anger. She knew that the young master was deliberately teasing her, but she was helpless. She was about to push away the unruly hand in one go.

At this moment, she suddenly seemed to realize something and couldn't help but glance slightly to the outside of the carriage.

The scent of Lan Feiying.

Mu Zhian lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked in the direction Wei Mengrou was looking. He saw a dragon-sparrow carriage coming in this direction.

Although the carriage was not extremely extravagant, it was still quite rare in the Eastern Continent.

But even less common is the owner in the carriage.

As the cold wind blew, the carriage curtain fluttered slightly, revealing a charming beauty in a fiery red dress.

She had an oval face, and her dress accentuated her slender waist, while the fiery red bodice tightly wrapped her full breasts.

Perhaps because she was so voluptuous, and with the slight swaying of the carriage, her breasts seemed to sway back and forth.

"Sister Fei Ying has grown up again, but my opinion is that she is not as good as Nai Xi..." Mu Zhi'an quietly let go of the hand he was holding with the maid, and was about to send a message to Lan Fei Ying when he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a strange gaze on the ground looking at him.

He looked in that direction and saw a young man he had never seen before. The man was clearly not expected that Mu Zhian's perception was so strong. A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and flew away on his sword.

"I've never seen him before, but he seemed to have murderous intent towards me just now..."

Mu Zhian narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man who had hurriedly left. A hint of amusement appeared in his eyes. He immediately gave a few instructions to the Void Nightmare, who was completely absorbed in the Eight Desolations Dream Map, and sent it to secretly follow him.

Meanwhile, the carriage in the distance had already arrived near Mu Zhian.

The carriage curtain was slowly lifted, revealing a stunningly beautiful face in the dim light.

Lan Feiying held a cup of tea in her hand, her eyes sparkling with charm. She glanced at Wei Mengrou, who was sitting next to her young master and lifting the carriage curtain for him, and smiled slightly: "So you really did come to the Lan family after all."

"My sister has been mentioning you a lot these past few days while she was at the Lan family's house," she continued in a soft, charming voice.

As expected, my senior sister is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Just as I predicted, she's a completely different person in public and in private... Mu Zhian smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I've spent a lot of time refining the Taixu Pill these days."

"Sister Fei Ying always talks about Senior Sister, don't you miss me?" Mu Zhi'an then asked.

Lan Feiying carefully examined Mu Zhian's handsome face for a few moments, then said with a smile, "You know the answer to this kind of thing without even asking."

Seeing the two exchanging glances, Wei Mengrou unconsciously tightened her grip on the carriage curtain.

Although she always said that she was just a maidservant by the young master's side, seeing this scene made her feel a pang of jealousy, and she couldn't help but glance at Mu Zhian with a wistful look.

"Let's talk about this when we get back to the Lan family. This isn't the place to do it."

Mu Zhian nodded slightly: "That's true, then let's go to the Lan family first."

Seeing this, the maid's brows relaxed, and she looked at Lan Feiying, a captivating smile breaking through her cold expression: "Young Master and I will take our leave now."

Lan Feiying narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing this mere maid.

Before Wei Mengrou could close the carriage curtain, Lan Feiying exclaimed "Oops!" and accidentally spilled the tea she was holding onto the soft seat cushion.

She immediately raised her alluring face and said aggrievedly, "I spilled my tea, and the cushions are all wet. Can I go back with you...?"

Wei Mengrou's faint smile suddenly froze.

"Is that not allowed?"

Seeing Mu Zhian's subtle expression, Lan Feiying asked softly.

Mu Zhian glanced subconsciously at the maid, whose expression was so cold it seemed to freeze people, and coughed lightly: "Hmm... three people aren't too crowded. Since Sister Feiying accidentally spilled the tea, let's go back to the Lan family together in my carriage."

As he spoke, Mu Zhian picked up a cup of green tea that was still warm, took a small sip, savored it carefully, and exclaimed, "This is truly excellent tea."

At that moment, the car door quietly opened, and a fragrant breeze wafted in. Soon, a soft and alluring body was next to Mu Zhian on his left, a fiery red dress enveloping her sexy figure.

Lan Feiying glanced at the maid beside Mu Zhi'an and said with a smile, "Sorry to bother you~"

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Chapter 427 The Azure Emperor Declares Sovereignty (5K)

The nine-headed dragon pulled the carriage rapidly toward the Lan family's direction. The carriage was quite spacious, with two rows and a total of six seats.

However, at this moment, the three people in the carriage were all sitting side by side in the same row.

Lan Feiying kept her legs tightly together and patiently wiped her fiery red dress, which had been soaked with tea, with a handkerchief.

From Mu Zhian's perspective, looking down, one can vaguely see the beautiful curves outlined between those legs.

However, Mu Zhian was not in such a leisurely mood at the moment. He could feel the cold gaze of the maid beside him.

The gaze of a being at the Void Returning Realm, coupled with the immense pressure emanating from the maid's unique aloofness, made Young Master Mu's scalp tingle.

Mengrou is not good at tea ceremony. Lan Feiying's simple move angered her. However, since she is a maid, she cannot confront Lan Feiying directly like Bai Ruoxi and fight with her. So she can only sulk by herself.

"I noticed you seemed to be looking at the ground just now, as if you were looking at a male cultivator... Did you perhaps discover something interesting about him?"

At that moment, a melodious and gentle voice floated lightly through the carriage.

Lan Feiying's eyes and brows exuded a captivating charm as she gazed at him tenderly.

Mu Zhian snapped out of his thoughts and smiled, "It's nothing. I just felt that the talent of that prodigy was similar to that of Sister Fei Ying, so I became a little interested."

Lan Feiying narrowed her eyes and said, "A prodigy with talent similar to mine?"

"Then he is probably not only exceptionally talented, but also, like me, a person blessed with great fortune by heaven."

Mu Zhian glanced at the charming and sexy woman and smiled, "Yes, Sister Fei Ying was born blessed by the heavens. She has similar talent to you, so her future achievements will not be low."

Lan Feiying smiled and said, "That depends on whether he can cultivate smoothly along the way. If he perishes halfway, there will be no future for him."

Huang Weifeng was able to sense Lan Feiying, the chosen one, and Lan Feiying could naturally sense his presence as well.

Although she didn't know exactly how many chosen ones Heaven had selected, or how difficult they were to deal with, she always stood by Mu Zhi'an's side.

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhian hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister Fei Ying, there's something I'm not sure if I should ask."

"Do we need to be so formal with each other? Such politeness will only hurt their feelings."

Lan Feiying gave him a slightly resentful look, glared at him gently, and said softly, "Just say what you want to say."

A charming gaze, yet filled with tenderness, alluring and captivating.

This enchantress… Mu Zhian’s heart fluttered. He suppressed the heat in his heart and asked, “The Heavenly Dao chose Sister Fei Ying as its chosen one in order to correct the rules of heaven and earth and eliminate cultivators who violate them, right?” Mu Zhian asked.

"I know what you're trying to say. Neither you nor Miss Wei are within the rules of heaven and earth. You want to ask why I haven't been able to deal with you, and why heaven won't punish me, right?"