NOVPUBMu Zhi’an had never imagined Ye Qian would walk in on him like this, especially with Ye Qian’s master.
He had locked the door. How did she get in?!
As a fish pond master with top-tier anti-gank awareness, he wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake as leaving the door unlocked while being intimate with Yao Meng.
But Ye Qian had opened the door without any resistance.
…Could it be Mengrou’s doing?
“I unlocked it.”
As if reading his mind, a soft voice came from behind him, drawing his attention.
Yao Meng, one hand clutching the blanket to cover her alluring figure, her beautiful legs faintly visible beneath it, looked at him with a faint smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I knew when Qian’er entered the courtyard. But… she’ll find out eventually. Why not now?”
She shifted her gaze from Mu Zhi’an to Ye Qian.
Ye Qian looked flustered, her hand covering her mouth as she instinctively took a step back.
However, besides surprise, there was no anger or sadness in her eyes.
The Jade Pool Holy Maidens could sense others’ emotions. This was the Dao of the Jade Pool, and Yao Meng, as the first Holy Maiden, was its creator. Naturally, she could easily discern Ye Qian’s emotions.
This seemingly pure and innocent young lady wasn’t angry or sad upon discovering her beloved Brother Mu and her respected master being intimate. Instead, she felt… a strange excitement and a pang of jealousy.
A mix of jealousy towards her master and excitement at seeing them together… such a complicated reaction was unexpected.
No wonder I felt we were compatible, Qian’er and I. So that’s why…
Yao Meng looked at Ye Qian’s beautiful face with a smile. The young lady’s long eyelashes fluttered as she stared at Mu Zhi’an for a moment, then, snapping out of her daze, she turned to flee.
Mu Zhi’an reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist. “Wait, Qian’er!”
Ye Qian stopped, her eyes fixed on him with a complex mix of emotions, her delicate neck forming a graceful curve, her beautiful face framed by her neatly styled hair.
Although she wore a light blue jacket, it couldn’t conceal her youthful figure, her long, shapely legs visible beneath her skirt.
“Is there something else, Brother Mu…?” she asked softly, her head lowered.
Her face was flushed, her ears red, her lips pursed tightly, as if she wanted to disappear.
Mu Zhi’an glanced at Yao Meng, as if asking: What should I do?
The fact that Ye Qian hadn’t run away meant she was willing to listen to his explanation. However, she had just witnessed him with Mengrou, and that matter hadn’t been resolved yet. And now this… It was tricky.
Yao Meng released the blanket, revealing her alluring figure in a loose white robe.
Her slightly disheveled hair, instead of looking messy, added to her charm.
She looked at Mu Zhi’an, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Leave us alone for a moment. I need to talk to Qian’er.” 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Mu Zhi’an was stunned. Are you sure you two won’t fight…?
But then he realized something.
Yao Meng must have a plan, since she had deliberately let Qian’er see them.
He just didn’t know if her plan involved something like, ‘Here’s a million Spirit Stones. Leave him,’ or ‘I’ve taken a liking to your Brother Mu. He’s your master now.’…
If the story progressed like that, Qian’er would become the classic underdog protagonist.
She would achieve Dao Integration in the future, storm the Jade Pool, and take Mu Zhi’an away during his wedding with Yao Meng… The classic wedding crasher scenario.
Of course, that was just his imagination. Qian’er wasn’t that aggressive. She was a pure and innocent young lady.
Mu Zhi’an nodded silently and left the room.
The master and disciple sat in silence.
After a while, Yao Meng tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “Let’s talk.”
…
In the courtyard.
Mu Zhi’an paced back and forth, his mind elsewhere, then sighed.
“Being too outstanding isn’t always a good thing…” he muttered.
“Hmph.”
A cold scoff came from nearby. Mu Zhi’an wasn’t surprised. He turned to see his maid sitting in the pavilion, looking down at him.
“You’re here too, Mengrou?” he asked, feigning surprise.
He had sensed her presence earlier. His sigh had been a deliberate attempt to get her attention.
Wei Mengrou glanced at him, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. “It seems Qian’er stumbled upon something… interesting when she went to see you earlier.”
“It was just a little accident,” Mu Zhi’an said, shaking his head with a chuckle.
Although he was curious about what Qian’er and Yao Meng had discussed, eavesdropping on a Dao Integration Empress wasn’t realistic. He could only trust Yao Meng.
Based on his understanding of her, she wouldn’t do anything to separate them.
She probably enjoyed ‘cuckolding’ others more than breaking up couples.
Mu Zhi’an collected his thoughts and walked into the pavilion, sitting down beside Wei Mengrou under her cold gaze.
“Do you need something?” she asked.
Mu Zhi’an looked at her, his gaze lingering on her tall, alluring figure, her beautiful face, her bright eyes, her yellow dress accentuating her curves, her long eyelashes, and her rosy lips.
He suddenly smiled. “You’re so cold, Mengrou. It makes me wonder if you still mean what you said earlier.”
Before she could respond, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
Honestly, even he, a seasoned fish pond master, wasn’t entirely confident about his relationship with Wei Mengrou. After all, she knew all about his past misdeeds. The fact that she had confessed her feelings for him… meant she truly loved him.
Wei Mengrou pursed her lips and glanced at him. “Since when are you insecure?”
“I wouldn’t be, normally,” Mu Zhi’an sighed softly. “But because it’s you, Mengrou… I don’t want to lose you.”
“How many other girls have you said that to?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“What do you think?” Mu Zhi’an asked, meeting her gaze.
Wei Mengrou looked away, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “Then you can rest assured. Whether it’s because of my constitution or my promise, I won’t leave your side.”
She paused, calming herself down, then looked up at him. “You’re not angry that I told Ruoxi about us?”
Mu Zhi’an shook his head and chuckled. “Since she already found out, there’s nothing we can do… She’s a smart girl. She would have found out eventually.”
“But I’m still a bit disappointed that you gave her your stockings. I think you look beautiful in both black and white,” he added, glancing at her long, shapely legs with genuine regret.
He had initially thought stockings didn’t exist in this world, but he later discovered they weren’t uncommon in Yu State. The Empress of Yu State’s black silk legs had been quite eye-catching.
But Nirvana Silk wasn’t easy to obtain… He couldn’t ask Yao Meng for it.
Wei Mengrou glared at him disdainfully. “You like me wearing stockings that much?”
“It’s not about liking it. They just suit you,” Mu Zhi’an said, refusing to admit that he was a leg man.
“So you don’t like it?” Wei Mengrou tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
“It’s not that I don’t—”
Wei Mengrou suddenly interrupted him. “Think carefully. Your answer will determine whether you’ll see me wearing them again.”
“Well… if I have to choose, I do like it,” Mu Zhi’an admitted.
So even you can be embarrassed… Wei Mengrou’s lips curved into a slight smile. She leaned in and gently kissed him.
Her lips, cool and soft, brushed against his, then she pulled away, not giving him a chance to savor the moment.
“That’s my answer to your question,” she said softly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Seeing his stunned expression, she continued, “Just a kiss, and you’re frozen? That’s not like you—”
“Mm…”
Her teasing words were cut short as Mu Zhi’an wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her.
Wei Mengrou’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened as she closed them, her heart racing uncontrollably. However, she maintained a shred of rationality and transmitted her voice, her words slightly muffled, “S-stop… Stop it… We’re in the courtyard… If someone sees us…”
“…”
“Don’t blame me if you keep this up…”
“Don’t touch me there… What if someone sees us…? Mm~”
Her voice transmission gradually faded, her face flushed, her body melting against his as his hands wandered.
Although she didn’t like the feeling of being dominated, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it.
Their relationship was complicated. When he was still a spoiled young master, he had often looked at her with lust in his eyes, and she had truly disliked him back then.
Although she protected him, she never allowed him to get close to her.
Even after he changed his ways, his lecherous nature remained. He even treated her like air, flirting with other girls and whispering sweet nothings to them.
A cold and aloof maid like her should never have any intimate relationship with a playboy like him.
But he wasn’t always hiding behind her for protection. When the girls around him were in danger, he would fight for them… He had even risked his life, his cultivation level dropping from the peak of the fourth-grade Core Formation Realm to the initial stage after that tribulation in the Martial Realm.
It was then that Wei Mengrou realized she had feelings for him. She didn’t know when it had started, but the Martial Realm trial had been a catalyst.
She had few memories of her past, longed for love but pushed others away. Perhaps only Mu Zhi’an could have loved someone like her.
She wasn’t confident in her own beauty, but as long as he liked it, it was enough.
Although there were many girls around him now, and their relationship had just begun, it wasn’t too late.
After all, she was different from the others.
She had an advantage they didn’t.
She was his personal maid.
While they were busy fighting over him, she could be in his room, obeying his requests, stepping on him with disdain while teasing him.
Just like that day when Bai Ruoxi had passed by, and she had been in his room, controlling his fate with her legs.
And just like now, while Bai Ruoxi was cultivating, and Qian’er was discussing cultivation techniques with Yao Meng, they were here in the courtyard…
You can fight over him all you want. I’m his maid, so it has nothing to do with me. Even if the sky falls, it doesn’t concern me.
“…”
After a long while, they parted, Wei Mengrou’s eyes hazy, her breath warm against his face.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Mu Zhi’an whispered, gazing at her.
Wei Mengrou glared at him disdainfully, remaining silent.
“Are you angry?” he asked.
“You were too reckless. If someone saw us, what would you do?” she asked coldly.
Then, she blinked, a faint smile curving her lips.
“But… I didn’t hate it.”
Although her words made his heart race, remembering they were in the courtyard, Mu Zhi’an suppressed his desire.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Wei Mengrou looked towards Bai Ruoxi’s room. “By the way, you should prepare a concealment formation,” she said.
“When a cultivator breaks through to the Nascent Soul Realm, their Spiritual Energy will attract a Heavenly Tribulation. If a demonic cultivator undergoes their tribulation within the sect, their true nature will be exposed.”
Mu Zhi’an raised an eyebrow, understanding her meaning. “You’re talking about Ruoxi’s Three-Tailed Fox heritage?”
Although the sect knew that Bai Ruoxi was half-demon and didn’t mind, revealing it publicly would still affect their reputation. It was best to keep it a secret to avoid unnecessary trouble.
If that was the case, he needed to make preparations.
After all, with Bai Ruoxi’s current cultivation speed, she would likely reach the Nascent Soul Realm within a year or two.
However, he didn’t know how to conceal the demonic aura of a Nascent Soul tribulation.
Perhaps he should ask Yao Meng tonight…
Mu Zhi’an rested his head on Wei Mengrou’s smooth, jade-like legs, their soft touch more comfortable than any pillow, as he pondered this matter.
I wonder how Yao Meng and Qian’er’s conversation is going… He watched as Wei Mengrou smoothed out her dress, his thoughts wandering.
…
Meanwhile.
If Mu Zhi’an were a cake, then Ye Qian had just walked in on Yao Meng enjoying the leftovers. Faced with the master she had always respected, Ye Qian’s mind was in turmoil, unsure how to react.
Yao Meng, however, remained calm, her beautiful eyes gazing at the flustered young lady with a gentle expression.
Ye Qian’s pure and alluring face, her delicate features, her rosy lips slightly pursed, her head lowered, as if she didn’t know how to address the seemingly untainted fairy before her.
Finally, mustering her courage, she looked up and said, “M-Master… if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
Yao Meng looked at Ye Qian’s retreating figure and finally spoke.
“Were you excited when you saw me with your Brother Mu earlier?”
Ye Qian froze, turning around slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Yao Meng, who was now dressed in a green dress.
Yao Meng smiled, walked over to her, and gently caressed her cheek. “Don’t be surprised. The Jade Pool Holy Land’s Dao allows us to sense a person’s emotions. I could tell you weren’t angry when you saw me with your Brother Mu.”
Ye Qian’s eyes flickered, unwilling to admit it. “You’re misunderstanding… I respect you, Master. I just didn’t want our relationship to be affected by Brother Mu…”
“Then close your eyes.”
Yao Meng raised her hand and covered Ye Qian’s eyes.
She leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Imagine me kissing your beloved Brother Mu.”
Almost instantly, the scene played out in Ye Qian’s mind.
Her beloved Brother Mu, his arms wrapped around the fairy’s waist, kissing her soft lips, whispering sweet nothings in her ear…
Ye Qian’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and jealousy welling up within her.
Then, as if realizing something, she gently pushed Yao Meng’s hand away. Meeting her teasing gaze, she blushed and lowered her head. “I can’t hide anything from you, Master…” she murmured.
Yao Meng’s beautiful green eyes twinkled with amusement. “Perhaps that’s why we’re so compatible,” she said softly.
When she had been trapped in the Pilgrimage Palace, Ye Qian’s arrival had triggered a strong sense of compatibility.
She had initially thought it was because they got along well, but after that day, after secretly indulging in Mu Zhi’an and awakening a certain… fetish, Yao Meng had realized the truth.
Their compatibility wasn’t because of their personalities, but because of… cuckolding.
“You’ve already mastered the basics of the Pure World Azure Lotus technique. The rest depends on your cultivation. There’s nothing more I can teach you,” Yao Meng suddenly said.
Ye Qian looked up at her beautiful face, as if wanting to say something.
But Yao Meng continued, her voice soft and alluring, “However, there are still many things I can teach you, both in cultivation and… other areas.”
“Not just cultivation… After all, there’s more to life than just cultivation.”
Yao Meng looked at the seemingly innocent young lady, leaned closer, and whispered in her ear, her voice seductive, “Next time, I’ll teach you something… unrelated to cultivation.”
“I believe your Brother Mu will be very pleased.”
