It turns out, they were the main characters.

Why would a Grand Elder who supports the Lan sisters' return to the Lan family become involved with the Qingyue Holy Land?

The current situation is rather confusing.

Lan Mulian's eyes flickered, and she said softly, "The Lan Clan has never had any dealings with the Qingyue Holy Land, let alone the Grand Elder... When did he ever have any private dealings with the Qingyue Holy Land...?"

This woman was extremely intelligent, and naturally she noticed something fishy about it.

"That's a good question, but I'd like to know too..." Mu Zhian thought to herself.

The Qingyue Holy Land and the Lan family are competitors. The Lan family can allow any cultivator to enter the underground palace on the day of the ancestral worship ceremony, but they cannot allow anyone from the Qingyue Holy Land to step into it.

Moreover, given the resources and foundation of the Qingyue Holy Land, it shouldn't be lacking in opportunities from the Lan family's underground palace.

If that's the case, why would the Qingyue Holy Land want to enter the Lan family's underground palace?

The reason must lie in that jade box.

The jade box was personally handed to the Holy Son Qingyue by the Grand Elder of the Blue Clan.

Through the contents of that jade box, the Lan family members will be able to successfully enter the deepest part of the Lan family's underground palace.

Logically speaking, if one is not a member of the Lan family, even if one possesses the jade box, it is impossible to gain the recognition of the Lan family ancestors. What use would it be if one entered the depths of the underground palace?

Could there be something hidden inside that could tempt the Qingyue Holy Land?

The two chatted for a long time. Mu Zhian didn't care about the Blue Clan's affairs, but he didn't mind talking to his senior sister by candlelight. His senior sister was beautiful and had a large bust. Although he had tasted her before, talking to her while she was wearing a dress was a different experience.

As they chatted, Lan Mulian gradually fell into deep thought, so Mu Zhian took his leave.

We can't keep talking. We need to know when to stop. After all, he still smells Wei Mengrou's perfume on him. If he stays too long, his senior sister might accidentally smell it.

And after talking so much, he's basically said all his thoughts, so there's really nothing left.

Lan Mulian looked at Mu Zhian thoughtfully and smiled, "By the way, Junior Brother, what exactly were you doing in the Polar Star Forest for so long today?"

“At the time, there was another suspicious person with Huang Weifeng. I tracked her down in the Polaris Forest, but unfortunately, I didn’t see her,” Mu Zhian replied regretfully.

Unexpectedly, just as Mu Zhi'an finished speaking, Lan Mulian coldly said, "If I remember correctly, there are excellent hot springs in the Polar Star Forest. Soaking in them can wash away all your fatigue. Would you be interested in accompanying me to the hot springs tomorrow?"

"If Senior Sister is willing, then I'll naturally accompany you... But why would you suddenly want to go to a hot spring?"

"I want to experience what Miss Wei experienced tonight."

"How does Miss Wei taste?"

Mu Zhian's face suddenly went blank, utterly astonished.

……

"How did Senior Sister know all this? I'm far away in the Polaris Forest, how does she know everything? Could it be that she planted a camera on me?"

When Mu Zhian returned to his bedroom, he was already exhausted, both physically and mentally.

After taking a simple medicinal bath, he lay in bed and meditated for more than an hour, after which his complexion gradually recovered.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a desolate cry coming from outside the window. Mu Zhian pushed open the door and saw a large black bird circling in mid-air.

With a letter in its beak, it tilted its head and sized up Mu Zhian before swooping down toward the bedside.

The next moment, the large black bird transformed into a wisp of green hair and floated down from mid-air, along with a piece of letter paper.

"This shouldn't have been written to me by my senior sister. If it were, she would have used paper cranes to deliver the message..."

Mu Zhian picked up the letter and opened it. A passage appeared on it: "Linglong is plagued by misfortune and is being eroded by karmic fire. If she is in trouble, I would like to ask you to take good care of her... You don't want her to die because of karmic fire, do you?"

Linglong has been plagued by karmic fire since the past, one of the reasons being that she devoured three portions of Heavenly Dao Qi.

After transferring two portions of Heavenly Dao Qi to Mu Zhian, she almost never encountered the troubles of karmic fire again.

"Why is she suddenly afflicted with karmic fire again? Could it be that something went wrong during her cultivation?"

Logically speaking, even if there were a mishap during cultivation, she shouldn't be plagued by misfortune, after all, Miss Spirit Dragon is a being favored by the heavens...

"And who wrote this letter—?"

Just as Mu Zhian was thinking of this, he noticed the name written at the end of the letter.

Consort Shang Yan.

It's really rare that the sect leader sister actually remembered to write me a letter... Mu Zhian secretly mocked himself.

Back in Tianxuan City, Mu Zhian initially communicated with the sect leader and Lan Mulian via paper cranes. However, after the matter was exposed, Mu Zhian and Shang Yanfei communicated via paper cranes much less frequently.

It is likely because Consort Shang Yan was mindful that Lan Mulian was her disciple, and therefore it was not convenient for her to communicate with the man her beloved disciple liked.

But I never expected that she would take the initiative to send a message today.

And they didn't even use paper cranes to send messages.

This means that the sect leader knows where he is, and even pinpointed his exact location to this sleeping quarters.

"That woman is truly unfathomable..."

"Also, why do I sense the 'Minotaur Warrior' vibe in what the sect leader is saying? How does she know so much... when she's clearly a homebody who never leaves the sect."

Mu Zhian gazed at the contents of the letter, pondered for a moment, and then softly called out in her heart, "Sister Ye."

A moment later, wisps of firelight gathered inside the room, and a woman dressed in a black and red dress appeared silently.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, but the red dot between her brows added a touch of playfulness and charm, making her appear especially sacred.

"What's wrong? You've finally decided to call me out?" she asked Mu Zhi'an with a smile.

"Actually, I've been missing Sister Ye quite a bit these days, but I haven't found the right opportunity yet..." Mu Zhian said tactfully.

Ye Qingxin glanced at the young man indifferently: "All you do is say sweet words to make people happy. Just say what you want to say directly. I'm not that petty."

Mu Zhian pondered for a moment and said, "When Sister Ye was in Dongzhou, did you ever hear any rumors about the Sect Master?"

Are you referring to Consort Shang Yan?

Ye Qingxin nodded and said, "Back then, the Ye family was incredibly powerful in the Eastern Continent. There were more than two people who were expected to reach the Dao Integration Realm. Before I reached the Dao Integration Realm, Shang Yanfei was already at the Dao Integration Realm."

Just how long is the sect leader's lifespan...? Mu Zhian raised an eyebrow and asked, "Under normal circumstances, how long is the lifespan of someone in the Dao Integration Realm?"

Ye Qingxin shook her head and said, "That's not necessarily true. Some people with the bloodline of the Dao Integration Realm are too strong, too fierce and intense, so they only live for ten thousand years, while some even live for forty or fifty thousand years."

"If we rely on the Emperor's Medicine, this lifespan can be extended by two or three more lifetimes. It all depends on how many Great Dao Laws the Emperor's Medicine itself contains," Ye Qingxin said.

Not all imperial medicines can extend lifespan in the same way; different imperial medicines can extend lifespan by different amounts.

Mu Zhian asked softly, "Just how long has the sect leader lived?"

Shang Yanfei always gave him a feeling of being unfathomable. She witnessed the Dao Integration of the Spirit Dragon, and even witnessed the Dao Integration Tribulation of many powerful beings in the Nine Provinces... Just how long must her lifespan be?

Mu Zhian was filled with curiosity.

Can a female emperor at the Dao Integration Realm truly exist for so long and remain immortal?

"If there were enough imperial medicine, she could live on in this world forever."

Ye Qingxin paused slightly before continuing, "However, the cultivation of Emperor-level herbs is extremely difficult. Even some Dao-Merging experts in the Nine Provinces might not be able to produce a single Emperor-level herb."

"Even in the Heavenly Court, the quantity of imperial medicines is extremely rare, let alone imperial medicines that contain the laws of the Great Dao."

Seeing Mu Zhian remain silent, Ye Qingxin continued, "Actually, in the past, some people have doubted whether Shang Yanfei had comprehended the method of immortality, or whether she had already ascended to heaven."

"You're so concerned about her affairs?"

Mu Zhian smiled and said, "After all, the path to immortality has appeared in the Nine Provinces more than once in the past, but she has never ascended, so it is natural that people are concerned."

"That's true, but actually you just have some feelings for her, so you want to know more about her, right?"

Ye Qingxin saw through Mu Zhian's true thoughts at a glance. Her cold voice revealed a hint of displeasure, so much so that her black and red dress seemed to be flickering with flames, as if she was dissatisfied.

It must be said that she truly lived up to her reputation as an ancestor of the Ye family; even when she was jealous, she was incredibly charming. The only word that came to Mu Zhian's mind was alluring and seductive.

He reached out and gently grasped Ye Qingxin's slightly cool hand, and whispered, "Whether I have any thoughts about the sect leader is not important. What is important is that I know the person beside me now is Sister Ye."

Ye Qingxin glanced at the boy, clearly not believing him.

But under his gentle gaze, she seemed to gradually become shy, lowering her eyes to look at her fair thighs illuminated by the firelight beneath her skirt, and remained silent.

"After the ancestral worship ceremony, I will go to the Yaochi Holy Land and try to send your true form down to the mortal realm using the ancient coffin," Mu Zhian said softly.

"At that time, Sister Ye will also be able to ascend to immortality."

Ye Qingxin frowned and said, "I'm not following you to ascend to immortality."

It's almost certain that Mu Zhian is now the Lord of Heaven. She knows that if Mu Zhian is willing, he can grant her a seat in Heaven. But if that happens, it's hard not to think that she has ulterior motives for following Mu Zhian.

"I know, but if Sister Ye becomes stronger, I'll be more secure, right?" Mu Zhian said with a smile.

Ye Qingxin remained silent for an unknown period of time, her brows gradually relaxing. She nodded gently and murmured an "Mmm".

Seeing the woman's brows soften, as if she had turned into a wisp of spirit and returned to the innate furnace out of shyness, Mu Zhian finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Recently, the fish in the pond have started to get out of his control, and he's really afraid that one day he'll completely mess things up...

This is different from what happened in Tianxuan City. If the fishpond explodes, Young Master Mu will really be split into five equal parts.

Oh... even five equal parts aren't enough.

Mu Zhian rubbed his temples, intending to return to his bedside to meditate and cultivate for a while.

As soon as he turned his head, his gaze sharpened slightly as he stared in astonishment at the silver-haired beauty who had appeared in the room at some unknown time.

After a while, he tilted his head, seemingly doubting that it was his imagination.

Lin Ling tilted her head and looked at Mu Zhi'an.

A strand of silver hair slipped from her ear, and Mu Zhian's astonished expression was reflected in her clear, jewel-like red eyes.

"Aaa?"

Then, it called out softly.

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"Sister Lin Ling?!"

Mu Zhian stared in astonishment at Lin Ling, who had appeared before him without his noticing, and was momentarily taken aback.

The letter from Shang Yanfei had only been delivered to the Lan Clan for a short time when Lin Ling appeared in the Lan Clan's territory... You should know that even by flying on a sword, it would take at least two or three days to travel from the Liangyi Sect to the Lan Clan.

Moreover, the Lan Clan is protected by an array left by their ancestors, so anyone who rashly enters it will be immediately detected... But right now, the Lan Clan is quiet, and obviously no one has noticed Lin Ling's presence.