It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

The Two Polarities Sect had nine peaks, each guarded by a Peak Master and home to countless disciples.

Among the nine peaks, the tenth was the most treacherous and imposing.

Its summit was shrouded in a mystical mist, and nestled against its slopes was an elegant pavilion overlooking a field of flowers. A lush bamboo forest stood tall, its verdant canopy seeming to reach for the heavens.

Rumor had it that the tenth peak was the secluded cultivation ground of the Two Polarities Sect’s Sect Master, and the elegant pavilion was built for her.

It was a rumor because most disciples had never seen the legendary Empress. Except for her personal disciples, no one was allowed near the tenth peak.

However… it wasn’t just a rumor.

Within the simple and pristine pavilion, a veiled woman sat gracefully, her gaze distant.

She wore a moon-white dress that accentuated her alluring figure, and her eyes, cold and clear, held a captivating allure, like a blooming lotus—beautiful yet untouchable.

Even with the veil obscuring her face, one could imagine the breathtaking beauty hidden beneath.

Standing before her was a woman in a raven-black dress, the night wind whipping her clothes around her, the fabric clinging to her ample bosom. Her hair was held in place by a simple jade hairpin. Despite her simple attire, she exuded an aura of unparalleled beauty and power.

When the Sect Master didn’t respond, Lan Mulian sighed softly.

“It’s nothing important, Master. I won’t disturb you any further.”

I’ll just stay within the sect until I reach the Nascent Soul Realm…

She turned to leave.

“Your desire to leave the sect… is it related to the paper cranes you’ve been receiving?” the woman asked suddenly.

Lan Mulian froze, her hand hovering over the door. She turned to face her master, her voice still calm, yet tinged with an uncharacteristic emotion.

“You’re aware of such a trivial matter, Master?”

She hadn’t expected her master to know about her correspondence with a stranger. It seemed insignificant, a mere trifle.

“Those cranes fly to this peak every day. Even a fool would notice,” the Sect Master replied, turning her head slightly, revealing her face for the first time.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, framing her delicate features. Her profile was exquisite, her skin flawless.

She walked over to a nearby table and sat down, crossing her long legs elegantly. She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on her disciple.

She tapped her slender fingers rhythmically on the table, her expression thoughtful.

“Is he your Dao Companion?” she asked.

Lan Mulian shook her head. “I released a paper crane some time ago, and it seems someone found it. We’ve been exchanging messages, but he’s not my Dao Companion.”

“But you haven’t received any replies for the past two days?”

Lan Mulian bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the floor. “Perhaps he’s busy and hasn’t had time to reply,” she murmured.

As she spoke, she sensed something and turned her head towards the window.

She could feel her “Magical Treasure” returning.

“It seems your crane is back,” the Sect Master said, glancing in the same direction.

… An Inborn Celestial Vessel.

If he ever became a disciple of the sect, the female elders would fight tooth and nail over him.

The Sect Master shook her head slowly, then began preparing tea. She picked up a black Go stone, her movements graceful and unhurried, as if playing a game against herself.

…

Lan Mulian left the pavilion and summoned a cloud with a wave of her hand.

The cloud descended obediently, hovering beneath her feet.

She stepped onto the cloud and drifted towards the approaching crane.

As she passed over a training ground, the disciples below looked up in awe.

“Look, it’s Senior Sister Lan”

“Twenty-three years old and already at the peak of Core Formation, just one step away from Nascent Soul and becoming a terrestrial immortal… Her talent is truly remarkable.”

“And she’s beautiful, isn’t she? To marry such a woman… I’d gladly give up twenty or thirty years of my life,” one disciple sighed dreamily.

“Quiet! Do you want to get beaten up?” his senior brother hissed, silencing him.

The disciple realized he had attracted the attention of several nearby disciples, their gazes unfriendly.

He shot his senior brother a grateful look and fell silent, his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman gliding through the sky.

He watched as she disappeared from view, a wistful sigh escaping his lips.

Such a woman was destined to be beyond the reach of ordinary disciples like him.

…

“The crane came from the Two Polarities Sect. Could it be, the person I’ve been writing to is the daughter of a Peak Master?”

Mu Zhi’an, standing on Wei Mengrou’s flying sword, stared at the distant peak, his mind racing with possibilities.

He couldn’t help but entertain this theory. Judging by her tone, the crane’s owner had grown up in a privileged environment.

He just hadn’t expected her to be a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect.

And based on her words and demeanor, her status within the sect was likely quite high.

I wonder if I’ll have a chance to meet her during the next entrance examination.

And Mengrou said that black-robed man reacted to the crane… Could he be connected to the Two Polarities Sect as well?

Mu Zhi’an shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside. “Mengrou, we’re getting close to the Two Polarities Sect. Let’s head back.”

Trespassing on the sect’s territory before becoming a disciple could lead to trouble.

He wasn’t foolish enough to barge into someone else’s sect.

Wei Mengrou nodded, turning the sword around.

Suddenly, she paused, sensing something. She turned her head slightly.

Mu Zhi’an followed her gaze.

A woman in white, riding a cloud, was approaching them from the distance.

He wasn’t surprised. They were near the foot of the Two Polarities Sect. It was only natural for them to be noticed.

However, they hadn’t trespassed, so a simple explanation should suffice.

As he thought this, the woman arrived before them, her movements graceful and elegant.

A veil obscured her face, but her figure was alluring, her demeanor cool and refined.

Mu Zhi’an was captivated.

Then, his gaze snagged on the object in her hand.

A paper crane?

He’d found the missing piece of the puzzle.

He studied the woman more closely, a strange feeling settling in his gut.

He wasn’t sure about her identity. The crane’s owner, in her letters, had sounded cheerful and lively. But this woman exuded an aura of aloofness, a coldness that kept people at a distance.

He couldn’t reconcile the two.

“We were merely passing through. We didn’t enter the sect’s territory,” Wei Mengrou said.

Lan Mulian nodded curtly.

She had come to retrieve her crane and had noticed them near the sect’s border.

She glanced at Wei Mengrou.

A Core Formation expert as a servant… This young man must be from a powerful family.

And his talent wasn’t bad.

But only at Foundation Establishment… It seems he’s wasting his potential.

Lan Mulian shook her head inwardly, losing interest. “If there’s nothing else, please leave,” she said.

She had no desire to chat with them. She turned her cloud around, preparing to leave.

“Since you’re already down here, Senior Sister, why not take this opportunity to run away from home?” Mu Zhi’an asked suddenly.

Lan Mulian froze.

She turned to face him, her eyes widening in surprise behind her veil.

Mu Zhi’an, seeing her reaction, had his answer.

It was her… the owner of the paper crane…