It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists-Chapter 387: The Scent of the Witch

The entire world was pitch black, without even a single cloud, as if the sky itself had been erased, replaced by a black vortex. Within the powerful suction force, a familiar figure was faintly visible.

“What is this place? This is too outrageous. Even a full-scale war in the Nine Provinces wouldn’t be this exaggerated…”

Mu Zhian’s gaze swept across the battlefield, littered with corpses. A glint of light caught his eye, and he looked up, seeing black chains descending from the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield.

A woman in black robes stood in mid-air, looking down at the battlefield indifferently.

“It’s her…”

Mu Zhian’s heart trembled as he stared at the woman, her name escaping his lips with difficulty.

“Mengrou…”

This must be a memory from the Immortal Ascension blood essence, an event from the past…

Was the person sleeping within that mysterious ancient coffin the Primordial Witch?

Mu Zhian’s mind was filled with questions, but as he looked up, things gradually became clearer.

“That’s right, my name is Mu Zhian… This is all a dream.”

He suddenly remembered his identity. At that moment, an unprecedented white light erupted from the black vortex in the sky.

In an instant, it was as bright as day!

An arrow slowly emerged from the white light.

The arrow was rusty, cast from bronze, and its terrifying aura silenced the entire battlefield.

Whoosh!

The arrow descended from the sky, hurtling towards Mu Zhian!

At the same time, the Primordial Witch seemed to sense something and glanced over.

The moment their eyes met, a deafening roar echoed in Mu Zhian’s mind.

Boom!

Everything before him shattered like a broken mirror.

Mu Zhian clutched his chest, gasping for breath, his heart pounding.

What was that place? Just standing there, he had felt an intense killing intent, let alone the cultivators fighting within.

His mind was in chaos. Then, he faintly heard the sound of a guqin.

The gentle melody, like a celestial tune, calmed his agitated mind.

It’s Yao Meng. She’s protecting me… Mu Zhian’s mind stabilized, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He was in a pitch-black room.

“What the hell? A dungeon?”

“…Am I dreaming again?”

He could only hear the guqin music, but couldn’t see the player. Mu Zhian shook his head violently and slapped himself twice, snapping back to reality.

He looked around, then sighed in relief. Fortunately, this wasn’t a dungeon. This was Yao Meng’s little room…

The blood essence floating in mid-air lost its glow and silently returned to his body.

Sensing something, Mu Zhian scanned the blood essence with his consciousness and was surprised to find that he could now refine it.

But wait, am I still dreaming? Why can’t I see Yao Meng?

After confirming the blood essence’s condition, Mu Zhian looked around, but couldn’t find Yao Meng anywhere.

“It seems I’m still dreaming…?” he murmured.

“Even Dao Integration experts of the same realm might not be able to hear the Jade Empress play the guqin herself. She’s truly kind to you.”

A gentle, melodious voice suddenly came from beside him.

Mu Zhian snapped out of his daze and turned towards the voice.

The Primordial Witch.

“She sat at the square table nearby, dressed in her usual black robes that concealed most of her face. However, the tight-fitting fabric accentuated her figure, giving her a somewhat austere and restrained air.”

Her fair feet were bare, and a pair of small embroidered shoes lay scattered beneath the table. Her silver eyes gazed at him calmly.

“You’re awake?” Mu Zhian asked.

The Primordial Witch pouted. “I was awakened by the blood essence you refined. I was sleeping comfortably in your Innate Celestial Furnace.”

“But every now and then, I can feel the spiritual energy in your Innate Celestial Furnace depleting significantly. You’re quite the busybody.”

She smiled at Mu Zhian, and black chains flickered within the black mist behind her.

Mu Zhian coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment and changed the subject. “Where is this…?”

He could sense that although this place looked identical to Yao Meng’s pavilion, they were clearly two different locations.

“Is this a dream?” Mu Zhian asked.

“Your way of changing the subject is too obvious.”

The Primordial Witch narrowed her eyes, but didn’t press him, simply smiling. “You can think of this as a dream.”

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“Did you see something in your dream just now?” she asked.

Mu Zhian nodded slightly. “I did see quite a few things in another dream.”

The Primordial Witch sat up straight, gazing into his eyes.

Mu Zhian continued, “I saw you on an ancient battlefield. There were many people there, monks chanting scriptures, demon cultivators devouring living beings, and many human cultivators… Do you have any memory of this?”

The Primordial Witch shook her head gently. “I don’t have any related memories.”

It seems this wisp of consciousness doesn’t have many memories of the Primordial Witch… Mu Zhian suddenly asked, “Since you don’t have any memories, why did you choose me?”

This was a question that had been bothering him for a long time. The Primordial Witch had been waiting for him for a very long time, but she clearly had no memories of him.

The Primordial Witch didn’t answer, but gently straightened his collar.

Then, she took his right hand and, under his gaze, placed it on her chest. “Do you know how obsession is formed?”

“Obsession is born from an unwavering attachment to someone or something in one’s previous life, a desire to remember even after death. Therefore, a voice in the depths of my memory keeps reminding me.”

She smiled brightly. “It keeps reminding me that even if I forget everything, I must not forget you.”

“By the way, the Innate Celestial Furnace has been enhanced by that blood essence. I’ll be sleeping for a while. You can awaken me if you encounter any trouble,” the Primordial Witch said cheerfully.

What can you do if I awaken you? Can you lend me your power like Ye Yu’s old man…? Mu Zhian wondered inwardly.

She seemed to read his thoughts and smiled. “I can temporarily lend you my power.”

It’s really possible… Mu Zhian was surprised. “Will awakening you have any negative effects?”

“Nourishing my consciousness within your Innate Celestial Furnace is much faster than in the outside world. Even if I awaken for a short time, there won’t be any negative effects.”

“However,”

She paused, stepped closer, and placed her finger on Mu Zhian’s lips, looking up at him with a beautiful face and an elegant smile.

“This is our little secret. Don’t tell anyone else.”

Black light particles emanated from the Primordial Witch, and her figure gradually faded, as if dissolving into nothingness. Then, Mu Zhian heard the sound of shattering glass.

He abruptly opened his eyes, finding himself lying in the ancient coffin, the events he had just experienced replaying in his mind.

The ancient battlefield in his vision didn’t seem to be in the Eastern Continent, and the Demon Realm was filled with blooming Purple Sun Flowers, so it wasn’t the Demon Realm either…

He had seen people in various strange attires on the battlefield, clearly from all over the Nine Provinces. Most were at the Qi Condensation and Core Formation realms, led by Nascent Soul cultivators.

He had also seen Dao Integration experts above them… Such a large-scale battle, yet there were no records of it in any ancient texts.

Was it just a dream?

No, if it were just a dream, it was too real, and the Primordial Witch’s lingering fragrance still clung to him.

Mu Zhian took a deep breath and sat up, hearing a gentle voice beside him. “Finally awake?”

He turned and saw Yao Meng, dressed in a green dress, sitting beside the guqin, her fingers plucking the strings, a melodious tune filling the room.

Mu Zhian rubbed his forehead. “How long was I unconscious?”

“About half a day.”

Yao Meng stood up and walked over, her voice gentle and calming, like a celestial melody or a summer breeze.

“You were unconscious after being affected by the blood essence, but I saw that you weren’t in any danger, so I played a calming tune for you.”

“Thank you,” Mu Zhian said sincerely.

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. He had known Yao Meng for so long, but he had subconsciously overlooked the fact that she was the First Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool. Not only did her guqin music have a calming effect, but even her words contained a celestial charm, like ripples spreading across a lake.

Sensing his gaze, Yao Meng tilted her head slightly. “What’s wrong?”

Mu Zhian shook his head. “Nothing. I’m just so used to being with you that I rarely see you use your Dao Rhyme.”

Every generation of Holy Maidens from the Jade Pool Holy Land had a natural charm, partly due to their Dao Rhyme.

Their words inspired goodwill, and their celestial music could even make people submit.

Yao Meng glanced at him, smiling. “My own charm is enough. Why would I need Dao Rhyme?”

Then, as if remembering something, a playful smile appeared on her face. She leaned closer to his ear, her voice, infused with Dao Rhyme, echoing softly through the room.

“Or do you like this kind of… tune?”

Mu Zhian’s heart raced, but he shook his head reservedly. “I’m not that kind of person.”

“Heh.”

Yao Meng’s lips curled into a playful smile. “Are you saying you weren’t even slightly moved?”

Mu Zhian nodded seriously. “Of course.”

Despite his words, a clean, beautiful woman standing before him, breathtakingly beautiful from every angle, it was impossible not to be moved.

Moreover, he had been teased by Yao Meng yesterday, and today, when he went to the depths of the Heavenly Pill Phoenix Tree with Regina, he had seen Lina bound by the World Cleansing Vines…

Sensing his heated gaze, a blush crept onto Yao Meng’s face, but she feigned indifference. “Did that woman tell you everything?”

“The Southern Wilderness wants to resurrect the Fourth Pillar God, and Regina is the vessel prepared by the Goddess of Space,” Mu Zhian said.

Yao Meng frowned slightly. “How could they be so united? If Xueyi is reborn, the Southern Wilderness will indeed become unprecedentedly powerful, but the status of the three Pillar Gods will also decline significantly.”

Mu Zhian asked, “Is the Fourth Pillar God really that strong?”

“It is said that Xueyi is the only god who has seen the founder of the Southern Wilderness. Perhaps she left Regina’s body behind because she found a way to increase her power…” Yao Meng said softly.

Mu Zhian’s eyes flickered. “She also wants to ascend to the Transcendence Realm?”

Yao Meng nodded slightly. “Perhaps.”

“But the Southern Wilderness doesn’t know where the Fourth Pillar God is, so there shouldn’t be any major problems in the short term.”

Mu Zhian hummed in response and took Yao Meng’s cool, soft hand. “We should be more concerned about you now.”

He stood up, gently pressing on her shoulders, and guided her to sit on the soft mat behind her.

A smokeless charcoal fire burned brightly in the spacious room.

Yao Meng sat with her legs curled beneath her, her thin, green dress hinting at the fair skin beneath. The candlelight illuminated the curve of her bosom.

Seeing Mu Zhian approach, his desire unconcealed, a shy glint appeared in Yao Meng’s eyes. But as he leaned down to kiss her, she paused, a puzzled look on her face. “Where’s that fragrance coming from?”

The atmosphere in the room froze.

Yao Meng looked up and sniffed Mu Zhian, detecting a faint fragrance that didn’t belong to him.

Mu Zhian was also puzzled. “You’ve been with me all day. If there was a fragrance, wouldn’t we both know?”

That’s true. She had been with him all day. No one should have been able to approach him without her noticing.

Is it an illusion…? Yao Meng wondered inwardly.

Mu Zhian’s heart stirred as he remembered something.

Speaking of which, I talked to the Primordial Witch in my dream, and she was close to me. Could it be from then…?

If that’s the case, I wasn’t dreaming before. I really did talk to the Primordial Witch…

Seeing Yao Meng’s thoughtful expression, Mu Zhian had a bad feeling. He leaned down and buried his face in her embrace.

Yao Meng seemed to have realized something. “Could it be that the seal on one of the consciousnesses in the Innate Celestial Furnace has been undone… Mmm~”

She suddenly covered her lips, looking down at the young man in her arms with loving eyes. “I haven’t finished talking to you about important matters.”

Her gentle voice, seemingly complaining, sounded like a girlfriend’s coquettish whine.

Mu Zhian placed his hands on her shoulders, and with a gentle push, Yao Meng fell back onto the bed, her eyes moist as she looked at the ceiling beams, her delicate feet tensing beneath her dress.

“There’s nothing more important than this right now. My Eight Chaos Dream Scroll is about to advance to the next level. Then, I’ll be able to fight even Nascent Soul cultivators,” Mu Zhian said softly, looking down at the beauty in his arms.

Yao Meng bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure. “Listen to me first. After the wedding, I’ll clear everyone out of the Holy King City and attempt to break through to the Transcendence Realm. The people of the Jade Pool will take you to the ancestral land.”

“So the ancestral land is your backup plan?” Mu Zhian murmured.

Yao Meng hummed in response.

Mu Zhian looked at Yao Meng’s beautiful face and suddenly smiled. “I want to use the backup plan now. Will you take me to the ancestral land later?”

Yao Meng was stunned, not understanding.

Then she saw the burning desire in his eyes.

She glared at him playfully and turned her head away shyly, a charming blush coloring her cheeks.

Under the dim candlelight, the Jade Empress of the Jade Pool Holy Land appeared shy and inviting, no longer the teasing older sister. She pursed her lips, a playful pout on her face, her long eyelashes fluttering.

There was probably no more captivating sight in the world. Mu Zhian gently turned her face towards him, gazed at her breathtaking beauty, lifted her chin, and kissed her soft lips.

Yao Meng’s eyelashes fluttered, her fingers twitching slightly before she wrapped her arms around his waist, the blush on her face deepening.

…

Time passed quickly, and several days went by.

As the wedding day approached, the Holy King City became even more lively, filled with people in various attire.

Only the demon cultivators of the Demon Realm were absent.

They were probably still debating whether to awaken the Demon Empress.

On this day, the Peak Masters and elders of the Two Polarities Sect, along with several disciples, arrived at the Jade Pool Holy Land…