It turns out, they were the main characters.

"The art of charm...?" Mu Zhian asked.

"That's not right."

The Primordial Witch gently shook her head, a charming smile blooming on her delicate, sickly face: "I only slightly manipulated the rules of heaven and earth."

"How long after I leave with you can I come back?" Mu Zhian asked.

The Primordial Witch asked curiously, "What are you doing back here?"

Mu Zhian was speechless for a moment, thinking to herself, "Does she want me to give up the whole fishpond?"

It's fine if I'm away for a few days, but if I'm gone for years... the whole of Kyushu would probably be turned upside down.

The Primordial Witch smiled, leaned closer to Mu Zhi'an, and took his hand, gently placing it on her chest. Her beautiful silver eyes were deep and alluring: "After leaving with Mu Lang this time, I will take you to the World Sea, and then... let Mu Lang make up for my loneliness of tens of thousands of years."

Wisps of black mist seemed to drift silently toward Mu Zhi'an in the air, and an array seemed to descend silently beneath their feet, as if to carry him out of the Southern Wilderness Temple.

Upon seeing this, Xueyi frowned slightly, about to intervene.

She didn't know why she stopped the Primordial Witch, but no matter what, she couldn't let the Primordial Witch take Mu Zhi'an away.

Furthermore, the matter of her being 'framed' by Mu Zhi'an has not yet been resolved, not to mention that this person has too many secrets, so we can't just let him leave like this.

However, at this moment, black mist silently spread beneath Xueyi's feet, enveloping her completely like a swamp.

"Your strength is less than one-fifth of what it used to be. In the past, you might have been able to put up a fight with me, but now... you'd better behave yourself."

The Primordial Witch smiled gently and serenely, raising her hand to lightly stroke Mu Zhi'an's face. Her beautiful silver eyes seemed to hold endless allure: "I share her memories. In the past, she was too kind to you, which is why you have more and more girls around you."

"Does the shepherd love me?"

Mu Zhian, always steady and quick-witted, said softly, "That's natural..."

He paused, then, seeing the primordial witch's tender gaze, continued, "It's no problem for me to leave with you... but I need to tell the others first, so they won't worry later..."

The Primordial Witch gently shook her head: "There's no need to talk to them. Anyway, their love for Mu Lang is nothing more than that."

"Even if you add all their love together, it can't compare to my love alone. Only I have always loved Mulang deeply, and only I would consider Mulang in every way. The other women only like the appearance of Mulang. None of them can endure the loneliness of waiting for someone for thousands of years. Their so-called 'love' is just an emotion that will gradually fade with time."

She reached out her small hand and gently hugged Mu Zhian's neck, whispering, "Except for me."

So, why are your personalities so different, even though you're both Mengrou? Do you have a split personality?! Mu Zhian was internally ranting like crazy, but when he tried to speak, he found himself speechless.

The influence of the rules of heaven and earth.

The maid who usually accompanies Mu Zhian is the kind of maid who appears aloof on the surface but is actually easily embarrassed. In the past, she was an illiterate and innocent girl...

The second primordial witch's consciousness, although it already showed some yandere tendencies, was still relatively gentle and never did anything too outrageous.

And now...

This third primordial witch's spirit... something doesn't seem right. Is this spirit a yandere?

Mu Zhian's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Also, after we go to the World Sea, Mu Lang, please stop calling me 'you you you'. I am Mu Lang's real wife."

The primordial witch's tone was full of tenderness and love.

She raised her fingertips, and wisps of black mist silently enveloped her and Mu Zhian. The black array beneath their feet, mysterious and dazzling, quietly began to glow.

Just then, a blue light silently appeared between the two, forcefully separating Mu Zhian and the Primordial Witch.

Mu Zhian felt as if his face had been buried in the warm and full heart of a person.

It seems... there's also a faint, pleasant fragrance.

The rules of heaven and earth were rewritten once again, no longer the laws controlled by the original witch.

The woman in the black gauze dress looked at the empty hall, her gentle and serene smile finally fading slightly. She inadvertently raised her eyes and looked towards the hall's entrance.

But that one glance froze her gaze.

A tall, graceful fairy was gently stroking Mu Zhi'an's hair, and she looked up at him with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, a soft and melodious voice echoed softly in the silent hall.

"You are her wife, so what am I?"

Chapter 476 Azure Emperor, Your Husband is Really Great (4.5K)

In fact, Mu Zhian had long anticipated this scenario.

However, he never expected that even though he had already left the Eastern Continent and come to the distant Southern Wilderness, he would still run into his 'old flame'.

The Eastern Continent Great Qian Dynasty generally practices a system of one husband and multiple concubines. As a seasoned veteran who has been wandering among women for many years, Mu Zhian has seen all kinds of storms and waves in the past and present.

He even went to the dark room in Yaochi!

But in the end, he still managed to suppress Yao Meng and turn her into a docile and obedient woman.

Hmm... that's just me fooling myself.

But in any case, Mu Zhian's fishpond is now gradually showing a balanced state.

Ye Lingxuan, Ye Qian, and Ye Qingxin's Ye Clan alliance, the Lan Clan alliance, and the alliance between the Azure Emperor and Bai Ruoxi, etc...

Among the fish in these ponds, the two that Mu Zhian couldn't figure out the most were Shang Yanfei and the Primordial Witch.

The sect leader goes without saying. Although Mu Zhian is the fishpond owner, he still doesn't know whether Shang Yanfei is the fish or he is the fish.

Perhaps one day, when they look back, they will realize that he was actually the one and only fish in the sect leader's pond.

As for the primordial witch...

So far, most of the opportunities that Mu Zhian has had have been related to the Primordial Witch.

His personal interface, the mysterious ancient coffin, the black box, the method to enter the Heavenly Court... Many of the secret realms he visited were left behind by the Primordial Witch.

Even that drop of blood essence from the Ascension Realm was left behind by the Primordial Witch.

His maid, Wei Mengrou, was the dominant spirit of the primordial witch, and had been protecting his safety since their time in Tianxuan City.

This is why Mu Zhian's feelings for the Primordial Witch can be described as quite complex.

If you're talking about liking someone... well, of course he does. However, he didn't expect that the personalities of each primordial witch's spirit seemed to differ... The woman before him appeared to be a yandere (obsessive and possessive) type.

If Yao Meng hadn't appeared in time, Mu Zhian would probably not be in the Southern Wilderness Temple now.

"Are you alright?" Yao Meng looked down at the boy in her arms and asked softly.

I feel like our roles have been reversed... Mu Zhian nodded slightly: "It's alright."

Yao Meng smiled and nodded, then glanced around the hall with sparkling eyes.

The first thing that comes into view is the slender figure of the Primordial Witch, who appears somewhat frail, dressed in a black gauze dress with a ribbon outlining her delicate waist.

Her gaze swept past the Primordial Witch and fell upon the mysterious black mist enveloping Xueyi. Then, her gaze lingered on Xueyi for a long time, as if she could see the spiritual energy within the cauldron through her body.

The spiritual energy of Heaven...

Mu Zhian felt that Yao Meng was looking at him with a slightly amused smile, as if to say: You're really something, daring to be intimate with the gods of the Southern Wilderness in the Southern Wilderness Temple.

At this moment, the Primordial Witch's gaze turned slightly cold, and a faint, dangerous smile appeared on her lips. She said, "Azure Emperor, this is a matter between Mu Lang and me. If you don't let go of him, don't blame me for bullying a junior."

Even the Azure Emperor had to address the Primordial Witch as "Senior" in front of her, because the Primordial Witch's time of attaining the Dao far exceeded people's imagination. Before this Fairy Yao Meng attained the Dao, the Primordial Witch was already a powerful figure in the Nine Provinces.

However, this level of threat was naturally nothing to the Azure Emperor, who possessed many powerful beings.

Yao Meng lowered her eyes slightly, gazing tenderly at the young man in her arms, and said with a faint smile, "My marriage to my husband is witnessed by all of the Nine Provinces. His affairs are my affairs. How come the words of the Primordial Witch make me seem like an outsider?"

The Primordial Witch's gaze sharpened instantly, and she sneered, "You know perfectly well how you married him. If he hadn't wanted to help you ascend to immortality, would he have needed to resort to such a desperate measure to marry you? This wedding was a lie from the very beginning. The people who went up to get married in the Holy King City were not you yourselves."

Since the original witches shared memories, they naturally knew about everything that had happened back then.

Yao Mengxian spoke in a melodious and captivating voice, saying, "Whether the wedding was fake or not depends on the world's opinion and on how he and I perceive it."

Yao Meng glanced at the Primordial Witch casually and smiled, "As long as we all agree on that wedding, then there is no such thing as a fake marriage."

"Right, my husband!"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

You can't talk about this, you can fight it out among yourselves, but don't drag me into it... Mu Zhian felt immense pressure.

Seeing Mu Zhi'an remain silent, the Primordial Witch's expression suddenly darkened, turning as cold as ice.

At the entrance of the hall, Wei Mengrou looked at the young master with a complicated expression.

If Mu Zhian were to acknowledge the wedding now, he had no doubt what would happen if the news reached other people's ears.

Ruoxi's sword is probably itching to be used.

But if she denies the wedding... how should Yao Meng handle the situation?

Mu Zhian's back was covered in cold sweat.

In the midst of this silence, a crisp, melodious voice suddenly drifted slowly through the hall:

"You should know that the wedding was just a plan to deceive the world, and it doesn't count. That's what you told Mu Lang back then, wasn't it, Qingdi?"

A blinding sword intent filled the heavens and earth, and along with the sound came a woman with a dignified aura who emerged from a spatial rift.

"Why are you here too?" Wei Mengrou asked in surprise.

“I was a little worried when Mu Lang said he wanted to borrow the love lock, so I came here to check.”

Gong Lianyue said calmly, "I remember that before the wedding, Mu Lang told us at Tianhe Garden that this wedding was just a plan and didn't count."

"Oh?"

Yao Meng calmly said, "But on the night we got married, he told me that to him, I was no different from his wife."

She looked at the Primordial Witch with a slight smile: "You keep claiming to be his wife, but have you ever been married to him?"

The Primordial Witch paused slightly, about to speak.

"It seems there isn't, is that right?"

Yao Meng slightly raised her snow-white chin, smiling brightly: "You've never even been married, yet you can call him your wife, and even want to take him away?"

Although he wore a friendly smile, his words were full of aggression, practically saying: You don't deserve it.

If any of the fish in Mu Zhian's fishpond heard Yao Meng say this, they would probably fall silent for a while.

But the primordial witch with her yandere personality was clearly not buying it, and sneered, "I hope your level of cultivation is half as powerful as your mouth."