It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

“Did you just say he has a way to rewrite the rules between heaven and earth?”

Yao Meng sat on a chair in the forest, her body shrouded in hazy immortal mist, only vaguely revealing a graceful figure hidden within. Her jade-green beautiful eyes held a hint of contemplation.

Back at the Jade Pool Holy Land, she had indeed sensed that Mu Zhian had rewritten the rules of heaven and earth outside the Jade Pool Ancestral Land.

Or rather, it wasn’t rewriting the rules of heaven and earth, but forcibly relying on the status of the Lord of the Heavenly Court to make the Heavenly Court’s rules supersede the rules of heaven and earth.

But logically, given Mu Zhian’s current situation, the Heavenly Court’s rules should only be able to rewrite a partial area.

Could he actually make the Heavenly Court’s rules replace the rules of the entire world, shielding the entire Heavenly Dao?

Shang Yanfei lifted her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the young man who had just appeared on Two Polarities Peak with Lin Ling not far ahead. She said calmly, “He can’t right now.”

“However, after advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm, the Innate Celestial Furnace will be infinitely close to the Dao Integration Realm.”

“After all, he seems to have taken certain medicinal pills, and the Innate Celestial Furnace has advanced once before, right?”

“Although Sect Master Shang is on Two Polarities Peak, you seem to be very clear about what’s happening outside.”

Shang Yanfei said faintly, “I only know a little about matters within the Two Polarities Sect. I don’t know much about outside affairs.”

Yao Meng raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, her eyes shifting, rippling with a playful look.

She didn’t think the other party was lying, because Shang Yanfei’s true body indeed couldn’t leave the Two Polarities Sect.

The chains within the black mist behind this Sect Master were not her Ancestral Artifact, but shackles restricting her true body.

This Sect Master had sealed her true self and never showed her true body to others.

Even a wisp of spiritual sense split off couldn’t be maintained outside for too long.

While the two were chatting idly, Mu Zhian in the distance had already arrived at Two Polarities Peak.

Yao Meng is indeed here, but surprisingly she didn’t start fighting with Sect Master Sister… Mu Zhian glanced over without showing any change in expression, then clasped his hands in a salute: “Disciple Mu Zhian pays respects to Sect Master.”

No matter what, on the surface, Mu Zhian was still a disciple of the Two Polarities Sect, so this bit of etiquette was necessary.

This was also to avoid arousing Yao Meng’s suspicion.

After all, calling Shang Yanfei ‘Sect Master Sister’ sounded somewhat ambiguous no matter how one thought about it.

Shang Yanfei lifted her fingertip, and a cup of tea appeared on the table. Her voice was crisp and pleasant: “The Jade Empress and I were just talking about you.”

As she spoke, her gaze fell on Lin Ling. After gazing for a moment, a gentle smile appeared: “It seems the Karmic Fire has been completely eliminated.”

Yao Meng raised her eyebrows slightly, glancing at Shang Yanfei without leaving a trace.

Does this mean… this Sect Master was fully aware that Lin Ling went looking for Mu Zhian earlier?

Or perhaps… she was the one who guided the Spirit Dragon to find Mu Zhian?

Yao Meng quickly shifted her gaze to Mu Zhian, soon noticing some bloodstains on his white robe. Her brows furrowed slightly: “Were you attacked on your way here just now?”

Mu Zhian silently exchanged a look with Lin Ling, then said, “The Sabbath’s flying saucer landed near the Martial World. They wanted to take Lin Ling away… but Lin Ling and I destroyed that flying saucer together.”

“Did you use the authority of the Heavenly Court? No wonder your aura is so chaotic.”

Yao Meng’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. Then, she reached out, grabbed Mu Zhian’s hand, and a gentle ray of light enveloped him.

The Principles of Time accelerated everything about Mu Zhian backwards, restoring him to his state from a day ago.

Seeing Mu Zhian’s chaotic aura gradually recovering, Yao Meng felt somewhat relieved, but soon asked doubtfully, “But… why can you still use the authority of the Heavenly Court?”

“After that drop of Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood was refined by the Innate Celestial Furnace, it somehow appeared in the Heavenly Court by itself. I only discovered it by chance last time,” Mu Zhian said.

He was also somewhat puzzled about this matter.

Did the Heavenly Court originally contain Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood, or did the Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood previously refined into the Innate Celestial Furnace become nourishment for the Heavenly Court through some means?

Seeing Yao Meng still seemed worried, Mu Zhian smiled again, “Don’t worry, fortunately, I wasn’t injured.”

“Only the surface wasn’t damaged, but your body is ultimately only at the Core Formation Realm. Once or twice is fine, but if you descend with the status of the Lord of the Heavenly Court multiple times, the burden on you will far exceed your imagination.”

Yao Meng’s usually gentle tone carried a hint of warning: “If it happens too many times, even the Principles of Time won’t be able to fully restore your body.”

Don’t the Principles of Time directly rewrite the time on a person’s body? How can there be a situation where it can’t be restored…? Mu Zhian’s eyes held a hint of hesitation.

Beside them, Lin Ling hugged the wax paper bag, sat down next to Shang Yanfei, then took out the last meat bun from the bag and started munching on it happily.

Seemingly sensing the woman beside her looking at herself, she hesitated slightly, broke off half, and offered it to her: “Aaa?”

She had thought Shang Yanfei would refuse like Mu Zhian, however, the Sect Master took the half meat bun from her hand and put it in her mouth.

“Thank you.”

Lin Ling: “…”

Her rosy lips parted slightly, staring blankly at Shang Yanfei, seemingly not expecting this scene.

Then, her clear red eyes slightly lost their color, as if she had lost her dream.

Shang Yanfei glanced at the silver-haired beauty’s pleading little eyes and couldn’t help pursing her lips, seemingly suppressing the urge to smile.

“I have already ordered someone to prepare an Eight Treasure Crane. A disciple from the Imperial Kitchen Hall will deliver it here later,” Shang Yanfei said.

Lin Ling abruptly looked up, her red eyes faintly glowing.

She had eaten too many Eight Treasure Cranes from Boundless Sea Peak recently, to the point that even the usually otherworldly Spirit Dragon felt a bit embarrassed to catch the Eight

Treasure Cranes someone had painstakingly raised. She didn’t expect her to care so much about herself…

“Is it okay? It seems Boundless Sea Peak only has two Eight Treasure Cranes left,” Lin Ling held up her small notebook and asked, both expectant and guilty.

Expectant because of the Eight Treasure Crane, guilty because she felt sorry for the hard work of the First Seat of Boundless Sea Peak in raising them.

The spirit birds originally meant to reward inner disciples had all ended up in her stomach.

“It’s fine. You’ve worked hard these days.”

Shang Yanfei gently stroked Lin Ling’s silver hair, watching her close her eyes slightly, rubbing against her palm gently like an obedient cat.

Sect Master Sister is indeed a tsundere, looks serious but is actually a bit black-bellied, likes to tease people… Mu Zhian observed this scene from the side, gaining a new understanding of Shang Yanfei.

Miss Spirit Dragon clinging like a cat, and the peerlessly beautiful woman in magnificent robes stroking Lin Ling’s silver hair, her eyes gentle… It had to be said, such a beautiful scene was truly nice.

Mu Zhian sighed inwardly, then his gaze unconsciously fell on Shang Yanfei’s plump lips.

He recalled what happened back in the Demon Realm.

Was the Sect Master deliberately responding to the Demon Empress’s provocation back then, or was it…

Sitting beside them, Yao Meng caught the young man’s gaze. Her jade-green eyes held a breathtaking charm, her gaze sweeping playfully over Shang Yanfei.

She smelled a hint of ‘green’ (cuckoldry) in the air.

Just then, Shang Yanfei’s gaze shifted from Lin Ling, fixing on Mu Zhian. She said calmly, “Have you ever heard that in this world, often just the flap of a butterfly’s wings can stir up a storm?”

Heard it, heard it, the Butterfly Effect, I learned it before… Mu Zhian nodded slightly: “Why does Sect Master suddenly mention this?”

Shang Yanfei didn’t answer, merely continuing on her own: “All things exist with constants and variables. Often, a tiny change can make the final outcome incredibly terrible.”

“Time is also the same. The Jade Empress used the Principles of Time to rewind your body to its state from a day ago. During this process, there will also be variables.”

“Every time she applies the Principles of Time to you, it might restore your body to its original state, but as the number of times increases, the next time might become very bad.”

This is similar to when I dual cultivate with my fish. The first time feels okay, but after many times, I feel my body becoming terrible…

Speaking of which, was that probability theory just now? If Sect Master Sister were in the modern era, she would definitely be a top female student… Mu Zhian thought.

He recalled the Primordial Witch’s ‘save file’ ability. Every time a save was reloaded, it wouldn’t necessarily become better than the first time; it purely depended on the micro-operations after loading the save.

“So, the Principles of Time can’t be used repeatedly on one person either, otherwise, there will sooner or later be a ‘bad luck’ day?” Mu Zhian murmured thoughtfully.

Shang Yanfei looked at him quietly, then suddenly smiled brightly: “Actually, all the bad luck in this world is just paving the way for a better reunion in the future.”

She paused: “Did you hear what the Jade Empress and I were saying just now?”

“Are you referring to the prerequisite for modifying the rules of heaven and earth requiring me to advance from Core Formation to Nascent Soul?” Mu Zhian asked.

He had heard their conversation nearby just now and couldn’t help feeling doubtful. Looking at Lin Ling, who was lying bored on the wooden chair, swinging her head while waiting for the

Eight Treasure Crane, he said, “Logically, even after advancing from Core Formation to Nascent Soul, I shouldn’t be able to rewrite the rules of heaven and earth.”

“Your cauldron can’t, but the Innate Celestial Furnace can.”

Shang Yanfei nonchalantly picked up the letter paper Mu Zhian had written her, leisurely folding it into a paper crane. “You took medicinal pills in the past, causing the Innate Celestial Furnace to advance once. The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox strengthened your Innate Celestial Furnace once more.”

“After advancing from Core Formation to Nascent Soul, your Innate Celestial Furnace will be equivalent to the Dao Integration Realm.”

“At that time, you are the rule. Wherever you are, the Heavenly Court’s rules will supersede the Heavenly Dao.”

The more Mu Zhian listened, the more something felt wrong: “What does the Innate Celestial Furnace have to do with the Heavenly Court’s rules? My Innate Celestial Furnace body can only be used passively…”

The Innate Celestial Furnace was passive, not active. Mu Zhian being able to rewrite the rules of heaven and earth before was purely relying on the Heavenly Court’s power to forcibly ‘brute force’ it.

To put it bluntly, he relied on the status of the Lord of the Heavenly Court to forcibly suppress the rules of heaven and earth.

But what Shang Yanfei was saying now shattered his understanding.

Why would an ‘auxiliary’ constitution now become one capable of rewriting the rules of heaven and earth?

Shang Yanfei definitely wouldn’t lie or say something baseless; she must have her reasons.

Thinking carefully now, why did that drop of Immortal Ascension Realm Essence Blood appear in the Heavenly Court after clearly being devoured by the Innate Celestial Furnace?

Countless thoughts flashed through Mu Zhian’s mind like fleeting shadows, until finally, his astonished expression gradually froze on his face, then disappeared bit by bit.

He slowly looked up and said in a low voice, “The Innate Celestial Furnace… is the Heavenly Court… right?”