Chapter 120: Ye Lingxuan, The Second Protagonist p2


    Pills were ranked from one to nine. Above that were heaven-grade pills, beyond the capabilities of mortal cultivators. Refining a heaven-grade pill would attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao, triggering a powerful tribulation.


    Normally, one needed to be at least at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment to refine a fifth-grade pill. But he had done it at the third level…


    He remembered the admiring gazes of the female cultivators, then he looked at Ye Lingxuan, her indifference jarring. He felt a surge of insecurity.


    Yi Hao, meanwhile, had approached the disciples, offering words of encouragement, then he left the summit. Ye Lingxuan, Bai Ruoxi, and Wei Mengrou… he had to secure at least one of them as a disciple, to prepare for the next sect tournament. sea??h thё N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    He needed to offer them something they couldn’t refuse. Perhaps a rare pill or technique… Time was of the essence. He would discuss it with his fellow peak lords and make a decision soon.


    As he departed, the disciples’ gazes shifted to Ye Lingxuan.


    A gust of wind blew, her purple dress swirling around her, the fabric clinging to her curves, revealing her developing figure.


    Lingxuan’s bosom… it’s about one-third the size of Ruoxi’s… Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, discreetly observing her. But big has its advantages, and small has its own charm. Besides, she’s still growing. Her potential is unlimited. And he could help her a little.


    He couldn’t promise she would surpass Ruoxi, but he could definitely enhance her attributes.


    She seemed to sense his gaze, rolling her eyes, her voice soft and playful. “What are you looking at, Brother Mu?”


    Her tone was almost coquettish. Her playful glare was endearing, and it drew the attention of the other disciples.


    She continued to look at him, her gaze lingering on his face. During her seclusion in Ling Long’s realm, she had been alone with her thoughts, and she had finally acknowledged her feelings.


    Because of her sister, Ye Qian, she had tried to suppress her emotions.


    But now, whenever she closed her eyes, she saw his face, his gentle smile, his playful words… And she realized that she owed her current strength, her awakened Dragon Soaring Tendon, to him.


    Her gaze softened, a hint of adoration shining in her eyes.


    “What is it, Lingxuan?” he asked, confused. I know I’m handsome, but she’s usually so calm and composed. Why is she staring at me like that?


    She shook her head, smiling faintly. “It’s nothing.”


    She looked away, nodding politely to Ye Yu. “Let’s go, Brother Ye Yu.”


    She took Mu Zhi’an’s arm and led him away.


    “You must be tired after your seclusion,” he said, boldly taking her hand, looking at her, a smile playing on his lips.


    She blushed, but she maintained her composure, her gaze fixed ahead.


    “I’m not that tired. And there are people watching. Could you please let go?” she said, her voice a soft complaint.


    “So you’re saying I can hold your hand when no one’s looking?” he asked, his voice a gentle tease.


    She fell silent, her cheeks flushing even deeper.


    They walked back to the Jade Glass Palace, her hand still in his.


    Ye Yu watched them leave, the cold wind biting at his skin, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire of his jealousy.


    He had earned the admiration and favor of many with his talent as an alchemist, even attracting a few beautiful women.


    But Ye Lingxuan’s emergence had eclipsed them all.


    He remembered how she used to call him “Brother Ye Yu” with affection, and now she treated him like a stranger. His anger towards Mu Zhi’an surged, uncontrollable.


    He didn’t seem to realize that he had had plenty of opportunities to pursue her during their years in the Ye family, but he had waited for her to make the first move. And now that she had been actively pursued by someone else, whose fault was it?


    “You seem unhappy, Young Master Ye,” a cold voice said behind him.


    He turned to see Ning Long, the Third Prince, his jade-like face framed by his four-clawed python robe.


    “Third Prince?” he frowned. “What do you want?”


    He disliked Mu Zhi’an, but he didn’t have a favorable opinion of the Third Prince either. They were both wastrels, never putting in any effort, relying on their cunning and their connections…


    “You must hate Mu Zhi’an, right?” the Third Prince whispered, his voice a mental message, a smile playing on his lips as he held a folding fan.


    Ye Yu frowned, ignoring him, turning to leave.


    “Does Bai Ruoxi truly possess demonic aura?” the Third Prince asked, his voice a soft whisper.


    Ye Yu stopped, turning to look at him, his eyes narrowing.


    “How did you find out?” he asked mentally.


    The Third Prince smiled inwardly.


    So Manting was telling the truth… He had grown up in the imperial court. He knew to verify information after obtaining it from Huang Manting.


    So it was true. Bai Ruoxi possessed demonic aura. But back in Tianxuan City, he hadn’t been able to defeat the Mu family.


    But this was the Two Polarities Sect.


    He looked at the Third Prince, his thoughts racing, then a name flashed in his mind: Huang Manting.


    The Third Prince had been spending a lot of time with the young mistress of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce lately. He couldn’t understand why. Why would he pursue such a wicked woman?


    He didn’t realize that some men enjoyed being Huang Manting’s playthings… It wasn’t because they were poor or needed her help. It was simply because they enjoyed it.


    They enjoyed being controlled.


    Even in the cultivation world, there were those who would pay to be submissive… There were all kinds of fetishes in the world.


    Just like Mu Zhi’an, who was currently fantasizing about conquering Wei Mengrou, making her look at him with disgust as she stepped on him, her legs adorned with black and white stockings.


    Of course, it was just a fantasy. He didn’t actually want to be treated like that all the time.


    “What are you planning to do?” Ye Yu asked, his voice a mental message.


    The Third Prince chuckled coldly. “I’ll do what others won’t.”


    Harboring a demonic cultivator was a crime punishable by death…


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