It turns out, they were the main characters.

Just as she was about to turn around, Wei Mengrou reached out and grabbed Mu Zhian's wrist.

She glanced at the young master and said, "It is said that there is a natural hot spring in the Polar Forest of the Lan family. If you soak in it for a while when you are tired, you can completely restore your energy."

Although she didn't explain further, Mu Zhian already understood the meaning behind the maid's words.

He was somewhat tempted, but still hesitated, saying, "But it will probably take us some time to find that hot spring. If we get back too late, the other members of the Lan family might become suspicious..."

Before Mu Zhian could finish speaking, almost instantly, a thick black fog covered the entire forest. When Mu Zhian's vision returned, he found himself in front of a natural hot spring.

The black mist almost completely enveloped the hot spring, making it impossible for outsiders to see anything.

"Sister Mengrou—"

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment when he looked up.

Wei Mengrou had her long, wavy hair loose, and a black gauze dress accentuated her sexy and toned figure. Her legs, covered by white and black stockings that reached up to her thighs, were tightly wrapped around her shapely and slender legs.

She wore a pair of small ankle boots, her long legs crossed, and her usually aloof and beautiful face now held a mysterious and alluring quality in her stunning eyes.

For some reason, when Mu Zhian looked into those eyes, he felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and familiarity.

The original witch.

Do you like it?

Wei Mengrou revealed a gentle and serene smile, her voice like a thin veil gently brushing against his cheek, making one's heart flutter.

Before Mu Zhian could speak, she took half a step forward, raised her beautiful eyes that held a mysterious glint, and whispered in his ear with her small red lips: "If you like, then just give me your orders, Master."

Her soft murmurs seemed to possess an alluring magic, constantly echoing in Mu Zhian's ears.

Mu Zhian's gaze shifted from calm to increasingly intense, oblivious to everything else. His eyes seemed completely captivated by the stunningly beautiful and alluring face, unable to look away.

At this moment, she seemed to be both the primordial witch and the maid who used to serve him.

Within the black mist, it seemed as if an invisible thread was guiding Mu Zhian's movements, like a woman's hand gently stroking his face.

At this moment, Mu Zhian had only one thought in his mind.

I want to be close to this woman, I want to be close to her no matter what...

Mu Zhian finally couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her slender waist and, under Wei Mengrou's alluring gaze, lowered his head to kiss her soft red lips.

At that instant, a third great fortune was bestowed upon the Primordial Witch.

After a moment, a charming blush appeared on Wei Mengrou's fair face, and she said softly, "Should we do it here?"

"Do not."

To her surprise, Mu Zhian shook his head.

Then, he bent down and lifted the beautiful woman's graceful body into his arms. The feeling of weightlessness made Wei Mengrou wake up almost instantly, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Before she could speak, Mu Zhian had already carried her into the hot spring.

Ripples spread slowly across the water's surface, accompanied by the sound.

"Let's soak in a hot spring first, it's not too late," Mu Zhian said softly, looking down at the beauty in his arms.

In the young master's warm embrace, Wei Mengrou's beautiful eyes gradually became hazy. She gazed into Mu Zhian's eyes, and for some reason, a strange color flashed in her eyes that was different from usual.

She gently wrapped her arms around Mu Zhian's neck, and pressed her lips to his once again.

Mu Zhian was unaware that the surrounding bushes were withering away silently. Everything in the Polar Star Forest was like a colorful painting. As the black mist spread, this colorful painting was gradually soaked in ink until finally, all life was completely swallowed up.

The title of "Friend of the Villain" shone with unprecedented brilliance.

Chapter 434 The Spirit Dragon's Karmic Fire Burns Its Body (6k)

Born to be a furnace, a friend of villains, and a genius envied by heaven—these were the three titles Mu Zhian possessed from the very beginning.

Needless to say, Mu Zhian's current achievements are largely due to his innate ability to create a furnace.

Of course, it is also related to his hard work and 'high emotional intelligence'; otherwise, whether Yao Meng could be resurrected today would still be a big question mark.

After all, the Reincarnation Water needed to condense Yao Meng's immortal body might not have been obtained if it weren't for Ye Lingxuan.

The title "Heaven is jealous of talent" simply means that Mu Zhian's talent is so high that it will shorten his lifespan.

As for the villain's friend...

This title has caused Mu Zhian a lot of trouble in the past.

"I thought the title of 'friend of the villain' had been out of use for a long time, but now it seems that the real villain may have been by my side all along...?"

Mu Zhian leaned against the hot spring, looking at the villain's friend flashing with a deep black light on his personal interface, and couldn't help but murmur to himself.

For a time, he was puzzled. In the past, being a friend of villains always attracted villains to become his allies. This was true for the seventh seat subordinate of Tianxuan City, the seventh seat of Liangyi Sect, and even the first generation of Demon Emperor.

Since the death of the first Demon Emperor, the 'Friend of Villains' has never attracted any villains again.

Mu Zhian initially thought it was because the fish around him had all grown up, which made the villains lurking in the shadows more cautious.

But now, the 'friend of the villain' has started to react to Wei Mengrou.

Oh, no...

It wasn't that he was reacting to Wei Mengrou, but rather to the Primordial Witch.

Mu Zhian turned to look at the person beside him. Wei Mengrou, who had already washed herself clean, had changed into a black gauze dress and was sitting on her side outside the hot spring. Two charming blushes were on her beautiful face.

Her long hair was loose, with a thin strand falling gently from her shoulder onto her full, firm chest, giving her a very homey look.

She lost some of her aloofness but gained more of her charm.

So much so that Mu Zhian couldn't immediately tell whether she was the Primordial Witch or Wei Mengrou.

Or perhaps a combination of the two.

What does it mean that the Villain's Friend would react to Sister Mengrou...? Mu Zhian wondered.

"what happened?"

Seemingly noticing Mu Zhian's strange gaze, Wei Mengrou turned her head slightly and looked over. Her voice was melodious and pleasant, like a witch whispering in his ear, with a charm that made people unable to help but be intoxicated.

Mu Zhian snapped out of his thoughts and asked, "Is Sister Mengrou now the Primordial Witch, or just yourself?"

“The Primordial Witch and I are one, your question is really strange.” Wei Mengrou looked at the young master strangely.

That's not wrong; the Primordial Witch was indeed an incarnation of Wei Mengrou.

Mu Zhian understood slightly, and then quietly closed his personal interface.

He didn't know why the Villain's Friend reacted to Wei Mengrou, but he did know that the Villain's Friend only reacted when Wei Mengrou obtained the third portion of the Heavenly Dao's fortune.

The laws of nature and destiny are the best means to suppress misfortune.

In other words, could it be understood that the day Mengrou's cursed body is completely suppressed, the villain's friends will have an unprecedented reaction?

But if the Primordial Witch was truly the first 'Ascension Realm' immortal in the cultivation world, why would she be involved with the villain?

Mu Zhian didn't know the reason, but he chose to believe Wei Mengrou.

"Huang Weifeng was rescued by a mysterious expert today. Does Sister Mengrou have any clues about it?"

Noticing Wei Mengrou's suspicious look, Mu Zhian suddenly asked a casual question, thus changing the subject.

Knowing that this guy was trying to change the subject, Wei Mengrou was still successfully drawn in and shook her head, saying, "I originally wanted to secretly investigate the direction the other party left in, but it seems that the other party sensed my spiritual sense in advance and shielded their aura to escape."

"So the person who made the move was indeed at the Dao Integration Realm... But is it really possible for someone at the Dao Integration Realm to have a limp or something? Regenerating a severed limb should be a very simple matter for a Dao Integration Realm expert, right?" Mu Zhian said meaningfully.

Wei Mengrou suddenly realized.

Indeed, the one who rescued Huang Weifeng earlier was a powerful expert at the Dao Integration Realm. If he was at the Dao Integration Realm, how could he be a cripple?

"Was it intentional? But what's the point of doing that?" Wei Mengrou asked doubtfully.

Mu Zhian smiled and said, "The only possibility I can think of is that the cripple was tempered in the mortal world, just like an ordinary person, taking everything as it comes. He just didn't want Huang Weifeng to be in trouble, so he had no choice but to leave the mortal world to save him."

Wei Mengrou said softly, "It seems that finding this chosen one in the vast sea of ​​people will be quite difficult..."

"It's very, very difficult."

At this moment, Mu Zhian suddenly smiled.

A playful smile graced his handsome, refined face.

These words surprised Wei Mengrou.

Suddenly, a huge question arose in her mind.

Even for those at the Dao Realm level, tracking down Huang Weifeng would be incredibly difficult, yet Mu Zhian claims that finding him would be very easy.

"If you were to search for someone in Kyushu, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack."

Looking at Wei Mengrou, who had changed into a black gauze dress and exuded a cool and aloof aura, Mu Zhian smiled and said, "But if we knew the specific location was in Dongzhou, or even in a village, wouldn't finding someone be a piece of cake?"

“A village?” Wei Mengrou asked instinctively.

“In the past, the Morning Light Chamber of Commerce would send a batch of supplies to a disabled village every month. That was to express the gratitude of the villagers for raising them.”

Mu Zhian smiled faintly: "If it's not a coincidence, I think we'll be able to verify my guess in that place."

Wei Mengrou hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "If that person really has a Dao Integration Realm expert behind him..."

Mu Zhian seemed to know what she wanted to say, and waved his hand, saying, "The chosen ones are the best leeks to be harvested, and only the great fortune of the chosen ones can suppress your unlucky body."

"Therefore, no matter what, the destiny of Heaven must become yours."

Looking at the silent Wei Mengrou, Mu Zhian smiled and said, "Sister Mengrou, are you planning to thank me? Instead of wasting time on that, why don't you call me master from now on?"

Wei Mengrou gracefully rose to her feet, her attire completely different from usual. With her fair, jade-like feet, she walked straight toward Mu Zhian.

Then, from behind, she gently placed her hands on the young master's waist, pressed her cheek against his back, and closed her eyes slightly, as if to feel the young master's warmth.

During this period, Wei Mengrou and Mu Zhian did not get close to each other very often, which made her feel a little uneasy from time to time, such as... whether the young master was tired of her or something.

But now she is completely at ease.

No matter how much other vixens tempted the young master, he always remembered her.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Mu Zhian reached out to grasp the Primordial Witch's, or rather, Wei Mengrou's, soft, white hand, but his fingertips accidentally touched the grass at his feet.

The once lush green grass now looked like it had been burned to a crisp, crumbling at the slightest touch.