It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Actually, for Mu Zhian, this kind of scene was something he had long anticipated.

However, he didn’t expect that even after leaving the Eastern Continent and coming to the distant Southern Wilderness, he would still encounter an ‘old lover’.

The Great Qian Dynasty in the Eastern Continent generally followed a system of one wife and multiple concubines. As a veteran who had long navigated the flowers, what storms hadn’t Mu Zhian weathered?

He had even been to the little black room in the Jade Pool Holy Land!

But in the end, hadn’t he still suppressed Yao Meng, turning her into an obedient and gentle woman?

Mmm… These words were just to deceive himself.

But in any case, Mu Zhian’s fishpond was gradually reaching a state of equilibrium.

The Ye Clan alliance of Ye Lingxuan, Ye Qian, and Ye Qingxin, the Lan Clan alliance, and the Jade Empress-Bai Ruoxi alliance, etc…

And among the fish in his fishpond, the two he couldn’t understand the most were Shang Yanfei and the Primordial Witch.

Perhaps one day he would suddenly realize that he was actually the unique fish in Sect Master Sister’s pond.

As for the Primordial Witch…

Up to now, most of Mu Zhian’s fortunes were 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 had been to were left behind by the Primordial Witch.

Even that drop of Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood was also left by the Primordial Witch.

Wei Mengrou, the maid by his side, was the main spiritual sense of the Primordial Witch, protecting his safety since back in Tianxuan City.

Because of this, Mu Zhian’s feelings towards the Primordial Witch were quite complicated.

If he had to say he liked her… then naturally he did. However, he didn’t expect each of the Primordial Witch’s spiritual senses to have such different personalities… This woman before him clearly had a yandere demeanor.

If Yao Meng hadn’t appeared in time, Mu Zhian probably wouldn’t be in the Southern Wilderness Divine Hall now.

“Are you alright?” Yao Meng looked down at the young man in her arms and asked softly.

Why do I feel like our roles have reversed… Mu Zhian nodded slightly, “I’m fine.”

Yao Meng smiled and hummed softly, then glanced around the hall.

The first thing that caught her eye was the Primordial Witch’s slender figure, somewhat frail, dressed in a black gauze dress, a sash outlining her slender waist.

Her gaze swept past the Primordial Witch, landing on Xue Yi, enveloped in a mysterious black mist. Then, her gaze lingered on Xue Yi for a long time, as if seeing the Spiritual Energy within her cauldron through her body.

Heavenly Court Spiritual Energy…?

Mu Zhian felt Yao Meng’s gaze on him, carrying a playful smile, as if saying: You’re really something, daring to be intimate with a Southern Wilderness god in the Southern Wilderness Divine Hall?

Just then, the Primordial Witch’s gaze turned cold, a dangerous curve appearing at the corner of her mouth, “Jade Empress, this is between Mu Lang and me. If you don’t release him, don’t blame me for bullying a junior.”

Before the Primordial Witch, even the Jade Empress had to address her as ‘Senior’, because the time the Primordial Witch achieved Dao Integration far exceeded people’s imagination. Before this Fairy Yao Meng even achieved Dao Integration, the Primordial Witch was already a great power in the Nine Provinces.

However, this level of threat naturally didn’t mean much to the Jade Empress, who had cuckolded many great powers.

Yao Meng lowered her eyelids slightly, gazing at the young man in her arms tenderly, and said with a faint smile, “My marriage with my husband was witnessed by the Nine Provinces. His matters are my matters. Why does the Primordial Witch make it sound like I’m an outsider?”

The Primordial Witch’s gaze instantly sharpened, and she sneered, “You know very well how you married him. If it weren’t for him helping you transcend and ascend, would he need to resort to such measures, marrying you? That wedding was a sham from the start. The ones who got married on stage in the Holy King City weren’t even you.”

The Primordial Witch’s memories were interconnected; she naturally knew everything that happened back then.

Yao Meng’s immortal voice, pleasant and melodious, said slowly, “Whether the wedding was fake or not depends on the world, and what he and I think.”

Yao Meng looked up, casually glancing at the Primordial Witch, and said with a smile, “As long as we both acknowledge that wedding, then there’s no such thing as a fake marriage.”

“Right, husband?”

Silence instantly fell upon the hall.

Don’t drag me into this, you two can fight amongst yourselves, but don’t pull me in! Mu Zhian felt immense pressure.

Seeing Mu Zhian’s silence, the Primordial Witch’s face turned gloomy, cold as ice.

At the entrance of the hall, Wei Mengrou looked at the young master with complex eyes.

If he acknowledged that wedding now, Mu Zhian had no doubt what would happen if this news reached the others.

Ruoxi’s sword was probably already itching for action.

But if he denied the wedding… how would he deal with Yao Meng?

Cold sweat dripped from Mu Zhian’s back.

And in this silence, a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly echoed softly through the hall:

“You should also know that wedding was just a plan to deceive the world, it doesn’t count. You also said this to Mu Lang back then, didn’t you, Jade Empress?”

A dazzling Sword Intent filled the world. Accompanying the voice was an imposing woman stepping out from a spatial rift.

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

“I wasn’t reassured when Mu Lang said he wanted to borrow the Heart-Binding Lock, so I came to take a look.”

Gong Lianyue said faintly, “I remember before the wedding, Mu Lang told us in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony that the wedding was just a plan, it didn’t count.”

“Oh?”

Yao Meng said calmly, “But the night he married me, he also told me that to him, there was no difference between me and his wife.”

She looked at the Primordial Witch with a slight smile: “You keep saying you’re his wife, then have you ever married him?”

The Primordial Witch was slightly stunned, about to speak.

“It seems you haven’t, right?”

Yao Meng slightly raised her snow-white chin and said with a smile, “You can be called his wife even without being married, and even want to take him away?”

Although she wore a kind smile, her words were incredibly aggressive, almost saying outright: You’re not worthy!

If any other fish in Mu Zhian’s pond heard Yao Meng’s words, they would probably fall silent.

But the Primordial Witch with the yandere personality clearly didn’t buy it and sneered, “I hope your realm is half as strong as your mouth.”

Beneath her feet, a faint black mist seemed to slowly spread outwards, enveloping everyone in the hall, as if wanting to devour them all.

Gong Lianyue’s figure instantly vanished from her spot. The Bronze Sword behind her descended, turning into a golden light like a high wall, blocking the black mist.

Weng!

With a buzzing sound, the high wall formed by the Bronze Sword forcibly dispersed the black mist.

Yao Meng released Mu Zhian, a pale green light glowing on her fingertip, her beautiful eyes gazing intently. But time within the entire Southern Wilderness Divine Hall silently froze at this moment.

The Primordial Witch restrained the surging black mist, her beautiful eyes narrowing: “You two mere juniors, do you really think you can do as you please after transcending?”

“Ruoxi doesn’t know if she can do as she pleases, but I know that even facing other ‘juniors’ in the future, I would never pull rank, let alone be obsessed with a little cultivator whose lifespan isn’t even twenty years, wanting to take him away and elope.”

Gong Lianyue’s originally imposing aura turned gentle, cool, and delicate. Then, Bai Ruoxi’s voice sounded faintly.

Among those present, only Bai Ruoxi was suitable to say this. After all, only she and Wei Mengrou were the same age as Mu Zhian.

The Primordial Witch tilted her head slightly to look at her and said coldly, “You, a little cultivator who hasn’t even reached Soul Transformation Realm, have the right to speak here?”

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Bai Ruoxi’s eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up. She looked at Mu Zhian with teary eyes, sobbing slightly, “Mu Lang~”

She took half a step forward, approaching Mu Zhian, holding his hand with her small hand, and looking at him pitifully.

Even Mu Zhian couldn’t withstand her pitiful and delicate appearance.

Just as Mu Zhian was about to say something, Bai Ruoxi gently tugged at his clothes, tears in her eyes, and said softly:

“Mu Lang, don’t be angry. Although I’m your first Dao Companion, Senior Witch is right. I’m just a little cultivator, insignificant. It was my fault just now, I shouldn’t have spoken… I’m sorry.”

The Primordial Witch raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, taking a deep look at the beauty in the palace dress nestled beside Mu Zhian.

Although this girl’s realm wasn’t high, she knew how to control a man’s heart very well. Her words just now, although seemingly making a concession, were actually advancing by retreating.

You say I’m not qualified to comment, but I’m Mu Zhian’s current Dao Companion in this life. If I’m not qualified, then who is?

This was Bai Ruoxi’s true meaning.

Plus, there was also Gong Lianyue’s spiritual sense… This woman’s strength couldn’t be underestimated either.

This seemingly cool, delicate, and unassertive young lady was no less tricky than the Jade Empress.

The Primordial Witch didn’t press further, but looked directly at the entrance of the hall, past everyone, and gazed at the maid in the yellow dress, who hadn’t spoken a word from beginning to end.

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

The moment she spoke, everyone’s gazes turned towards Wei Mengrou almost simultaneously.

Mu Zhian also looked over, seeing Wei Mengrou’s always calm expression reflected in his eyes.

Speaking of which, it was strange, why hadn’t Sister Mengrou said a word from beginning to end?

Although Sister Mengrou was the type who wished for her young master’s death, and would probably even clap and cheer before the little black room when he was being disciplined,

no matter what, the Primordial Witch was Wei Mengrou. Why hadn’t Wei Mengrou said a word before this Primordial Witch with a seemingly ‘yandere’ personality?

Seemingly not used to being stared at by a group of people, Wei Mengrou feigned indifference: “This matter has nothing to do with me. If you have anything, just talk to him.”

The Primordial Witch casually glanced at Yao Meng, Bai Ruoxi, and Xue Yi, then smiled faintly: “I merely put into action what you were thinking in your heart, yet you, you’re pushing it all away.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was stunned.

Yao Meng narrowed her eyes, staring at the Primordial Witch’s frail figure, then at Wei Mengrou, who remained silent in the shadows.

Thinking carefully, although she knew the maid beside Mu Zhian, she didn’t really understand her.

In the past, the women around Mu Zhian had fought, even physically, to claim him for themselves… Yet from beginning to end, Wei Mengrou hadn’t made a single move.

Just silently staying by the young master’s side.

But anyone who liked someone would want to claim them for themselves…

Wei Mengrou should be no exception.

Bai Ruoxi frowned slightly and said, “What exactly do you mean by what you said earlier?”

The Primordial Witch casually glanced at everyone and said faintly, “I am one of the Primordial Witch’s spiritual senses. Liking Mu Lang and wanting to be with him forever is naturally also the ‘Primordial Witch’s’ wish.”

“Palace Master, what do you think I mean?”

Just as Mu Zhian was about to speak, Yao Meng suddenly said lightly, “As long as one is human, they will have emotions and desires, even a witch is the same.”

“Your true identity is probably more than just the Primordial Witch’s spiritual sense, right?”

“Your existence also symbolizes the Primordial Witch’s emotions and desires, right?” Yao Meng asked.

Mu Zhian was shocked, subconsciously looking at Wei Mengrou.

Yao Meng’s words were like a wake-up call.

Why would the third Primordial Witch spiritual sense have a ‘yandere’ personality?

Why was it completely opposite to Wei Mengrou’s personality?

Perhaps, when the Primordial Witch divided into three spiritual senses, each spiritual sense controlled part of her personality, or rather, her emotions and desires!

No wonder Wei Mengrou hadn’t said anything, because what the Primordial Witch was doing now might be what Wei Mengrou usually thought about!

The maid wasn’t just content with staying by the young master’s side, she also had a desire to possess him…

Seemingly sensing the young master’s strange gaze, Wei Mengrou’s face flushed red. She silently looked away, coughed lightly, and said, “Don’t… don’t listen to her nonsense. The personalities of each Primordial Witch are different. What she thinks doesn’t represent what I think.”

“Mmm, that’s right… This isn’t what I’m thinking. The Primordial Witch has nothing to do with me.”

As if to maintain her image, Wei Mengrou reiterated.

But her explanation seemed pale and weak.

“Whether it’s what you’re thinking or not, we’ll know just by seeing if we can merge later.”

The Primordial Witch’s breathtakingly beautiful face held a hint of frailty, her silver eyes filled with a smile as she walked forward barefoot.

Sensing Gong Lianyue and Yao Meng’s wariness towards her, the Primordial Witch ignored them, gazing at Mu Zhian tenderly.

“I know what Mu Lang wants to ask me.”

“You want to know what kind of personality I am of the Primordial Witch, right?”

“I will only tell you the answer,” she said with a faint smile, mysteriously.

As she spoke, she gracefully approached Mu Zhian. At the same time, her cauldron completely stopped functioning, the black mist quietly receding, her Spiritual Energy converging, not releasing the slightest bit of hostility.

Yao Meng didn’t stop her, and Gong Lianyue also restrained her Sword Qi.

The Primordial Witch completely withdrawing her hostility and Spiritual Energy could be considered a compromise, or a surrender.

Finally, she came to Mu Zhian’s front, pursed her lips, leaned slightly closer, and whispered, “The Jade Empress guessed correctly, Mu Lang.”

“I am the Primordial Witch, but you can also call me the Lustful Witch.”

Mu Zhian’s eyes flickered: “You’re the combination of the Primordial Witch’s ‘love and lust’ personalities?”

No wonder she was so obsessed with Mu Lang. Love was her affection for Mu Zhian, and lust was a desire for possession. The ‘Primordial’ Witch wanted to possess Mu Zhian, even take him away, precisely because of this…

At this moment, Yao Meng understood.

“What do you want to do?”

Just then, Gong Lianyue suddenly sensed something, saw the Primordial Witch reaching for Mu Zhian, and immediately summoned the Bronze Sword, wanting to stop her.

Yao Meng was already wary. The World-Purifying Green Lotus descended instantly, as if wanting to seal the Primordial Witch’s cauldron.

However, the Primordial Witch let the World-Purifying Green Lotus descend, simply wrapping her arms around Mu Zhian’s neck.

Mu Zhian’s eyes reflected her delicate and beautiful face as she gradually approached him.

Then, his lips tasted the Primordial Witch’s soft and sweet lips, carrying a faint fragrance and a unique thrill.

Before he could savor the softness and sweetness of her lips, Mu Zhian suddenly felt a chill down his spine and instantly reacted, wanting to push the Primordial Witch away.

But she held him tightly, not letting go.

In the hall, Yao Meng watched the Primordial Witch’s unrestrained actions, as if enjoying a cake, momentarily lost in thought.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar…

After a while, the Primordial Witch slowly exhaled a sweet fragrance, letting out a satisfied sigh, a charming smile appearing on her face.

She slightly tilted her head and, under Yao Meng’s gradually fading calm smile, said with a beaming smile:

“Your husband tastes really good.”