It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Chapter 131: My Secret is Exposed

What was it like to be stared at by a group of old monsters?

Before, Mu Zhi’an wouldn’t have been able to answer that question.

But now, feeling the gazes of the peak lords and elders upon him, he shifted uncomfortably, trying to maintain his smile, but it was becoming increasingly strained.

They were Nascent Soul cultivators.

In the outside world, a single Nascent Soul cultivator could make entire cities tremble.

And now, several of them were staring at him, their auras concealed, yet their presence still carried an immense pressure.

They wouldn’t be so competitive if it were just an ordinary genius.

But Ye Lingxuan and Wei Mengrou were exceptional.

It was no wonder they were so sought after.

After all, in life, besides wealth and power, there was also fame.

The peak lords had plenty of spirit stones. And the Two Polarities Sect was a powerful force in the Eastern Realm, even in the entire cultivation world. They didn’t lack power either.

So their next goal was fame.

When their disciples left the sect and traveled the world, people would see their extraordinary talents and ask about their masters.

And their disciples’ tribulations would attract widespread attention, further enhancing their fame.

And even if they disregarded fame, their disciples’ performance in the sect tournament would bring them significant benefits.

That was why the inner disciple selections were so competitive.

“Young Friend Mu, Master Yan and I are fellow disciples. If your loved ones join Dao Peak, we can look after each other,” Yu Ziyan, the peak lord of Dao Peak, said, her voice gentle, a smile playing on her lips.

She was beautiful, her features similar to Yan Ruyu’s, but her aura was colder, while Yan Ruyu’s was more intellectual.

Xiang Yan, however, with his fiery temperament, scoffed. “Didn’t you two have a falling out? Would it truly be safe for his little girlfriend to join Dao Peak?”

Ye Lingxuan lowered her eyes, blushing slightly at the term “little girlfriend.”

Yu Ziyan glared at him, then turned to Mu Zhi’an, smiling. “Dao Peak cultivates the Dao, which is closely related to destiny. Your servant girl’s destiny is unusual. If she joins Dao Peak, I’ll personally help her find a solution.”

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered, and he glanced at Wei Mengrou.

For the first time, he was tempted by one of their offers.

But the peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak chuckled. “I can also address destiny issues, and I can offer a spirit imbued treasure that can suppress bad luck.”

They even have something like that…? He glanced at Wei Mengrou, but her expression remained impassive, as if she wasn’t interested.

She wasn’t interested in a treasure that suppressed bad luck.

After all, she already had someone who suppressed her bad luck…

He looked at the peak lords and elders. Not all of them were present. Some had gone to personally invite other disciples.

But there were still five or six peak lords here.

If he made the wrong choice, he might offend someone.

They were all powerful individuals. They wouldn’t be so petty, but they would still feel uncomfortable.

This is tricky…

I thought becoming an inner disciple would solve all my problems, but now they’re dumping this on me…? He sighed inwardly.

Ye Lingxuan watched him silently, her purple dress flowing gracefully, her aura elegant and refined.

Her gaze, as she looked at him, it was the same as always, but there was something different about her eyes.

And Yu Ziyan, the peak lord of Dao Peak, noticed.

Even though she addressed him as “Young Master Mu” in public, she could sense the subtle intimacy between them.

He truly is a charmer…

She smiled, breaking the silence, her voice soft and alluring. “The Pilgrimage Palace is a sacred place for couples.”

“It’s said that if a couple visits this place, they’ll stay together forever. And if you visit with family or friends, you’ll receive a destiny blessing, leading to auspicious encounters.”

“It’s actually true, but it requires sincerity. Most fail to receive the blessing because their feelings aren’t genuine.”

“I can grant you a day to relax here. No one will disturb you.”

Bai Ruoxi frowned, her displeasure evident.

Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhi’an, noticing his stiff expression, and she raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Ye Lingxuan turned to Yu Ziyan, smiling politely. “Is what you said about my sister true, Peak Lord?”

Yu Ziyan nodded. “I never lie, especially to my disciples.”

Her usually cold tone had softened considerably.

She extended her hand towards Ye Lingxuan.

They clasped hands, and a faint light flashed on Ye Lingxuan’s sect token.

The words “Inner Disciple of Dao Peak” appeared on the back.

With only Wei Mengrou remaining, the peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak seemed anxious. He had prepared for this sect tournament for a long time. If he had resources but no disciples, he would have to wait years for another opportunity.

“I have two spirit imbued weapons,” he said.

“One can suppress bad luck.”

“The other is an exceptional sword, perfectly suited for certain techniques.”

He had originally intended to use one of them to recruit Mu Zhi’an, but Yan Ruyu had snatched him first.

And he had been targeting Wei Mengrou with the other weapon, but she didn’t seem interested.

But she wasn’t interested in the bad luck suppressing weapon, and she didn’t care about the sword meant for her master…?

The answer was no.

She glanced at Mu Zhi’an, then at the black sword in the peak lord’s hand, and she nodded. “I prefer Metamorphic Jewel Peak.”

He smiled, pleased. “Then I’ll accept you as an inner disciple.”

She didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the sword.

Yu Ziyan, having secured her desired disciple, turned her attention to another matter.

She looked at Mu Zhi’an, smiling. “You’ve depleted quite a bit of spiritual energy, Young Friend Mu. Recovering on your own would take some time. If you don’t mind, I can use a secret technique to restore about thirty percent of your energy.”

He wouldn’t refuse her offer. He bowed respectfully. “Thank you, Senior.”

She smiled, then took his wrist.

She channeled her spiritual energy into him, replenishing his depleted reserves, while discreetly observing his Vessel and constitution, nodding inwardly.

As expected of a young master from a prominent family… His foundation was solid, despite some damage from his past… With diligent cultivation, he would become an exceptional cultivator.

She was about to withdraw her hand when she felt something unusual, and she froze, staring at him, her eyes widening with surprise.

…Two Vessels…?