So, They Were the Protagonists All Along

In the middle of the night, the rain fell lightly.

That night, Mu Zhian took Lin Ling out of the observation tower and first came to the outside of the Blue Tribe Holy Land. After walking around a secret manor, Lin Ling stopped and looked directly at the ancient sacred mountain not far ahead.

Xianhuang Mountain is known as one of the seven sacred mountains in Dongzhou.

According to rumors, the ancestors of the Lan family merged with the earth here and achieved the supreme fruit of Taoism.

Later, before she died, she killed into the forbidden land alone and intimidated the ancient creatures. Soon after, she died in Xianhuang Mountain, leaving her own inheritance.

So far, Xianhuang Mountain has become the ancestral land of the Blue Tribe. Every few years, the Blue Tribe will come here to worship.

"It is said that the ancestor of the Lan family was once a female emperor. Senior sister's divine body is similar to hers, and she can peek into the origin of all things. Even the great masters of the same realm have to retreat. Sister Lin Ling, have you heard of it in the past?"

Mu Zhian walked at the foot of Xianhuang Mountain on a rainy night and suddenly asked.

"She once came to Liangyi Sect." Lin Ling wrote in the little notebook, revealing a secret that no one knew.

"Before the ancestor of the Lan family passed away, did he go to Liangyi Sect?"

Mu Zhian was quite interested: "Could it be that he went to see the sect master sister? What did they talk about?"

Lin Ling shook her head gently: "I don't know what they talked about."

"At that time, I was still suppressing the karma fire in the cave, and rarely left."

Mu Zhian's eyes flickered, and he remembered the ancient ship he saw by the lake some time ago, and the ancestor of the Lan family in the ancient ship.

"Is the ancestor of the Lan family really dead now?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked.

"Her life span had not yet ended, but I don't know why she suddenly disappeared later." Lin Ling shook her head.

Maybe the ancestor of the Lan family seen in the ancient ship at that time was really a 'living person'? Mu Zhian thought.

Soon, they arrived at their destination, the edge of Xianhuang Mountain.

There was no way to go further ahead, and there were bushes and jungles everywhere. On a rainy night, the entire mountain forest was gloomy.

"It seems that there is no way to go ahead... Sister Lin Ling, are you sure it's here?" Mu Zhian asked.

Lin Ling nodded with certainty and whispered: "The roads in this world are walked out, and the same is true for Xianhuang Mountain."

The next moment, something magical happened.

The surrounding bushes bent back silently, and the closed ancient sacred mountain in front shook slightly.

The belly of Xianhuang Mountain gradually emerged in the vibration. Although it was a distance away, an ancient underground palace could be vaguely seen.

In the underground palace, a huge stone door blocked the way forward for the two, and it was difficult to take a step forward.

"It's best not to attract other people's attention." Mu Zhian said softly.

Lin Ling nodded gently, grabbed Mu Zhian's hand, opened her red lips, and whispered something.

The next moment, the two disappeared from the front of Xianhuang Mountain, and when they reappeared, they were already in the depths of the underground palace.

Unlike the underground palace that Mu Zhian imagined, this underground palace did not have the slightest feeling of gloom. Instead, it was shrouded in brilliant divine light, illuminating the entire underground palace, and it was extremely sacred.

Lin Ling's sight fell directly on a space crack that was emitting a hazy glow not far ahead.

The space crack emitted amazing spiritual fluctuations, as if connecting to another world.

Mu Zhian said softly: "The art of cave heaven."

The art of cave heaven is a magic that can only be mastered in the Return to Void Realm. Using the art of cave heaven, a huge space can be opened up in a limited space.

However, the larger the space, the more materials are needed.

From this spatial crack, Mu Zhian felt the vast spiritual energy, which was enough to imagine how much effort the ancestors of the Lan family had put into building this cave.

At this time, Lin Ling's eyebrows suddenly frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhian asked immediately after seeing this.

"There is a very strong demonic energy here." Lin Ling raised the small notebook.

"Demonic energy? In the ancestral land of the Lan family...?"

Mu Zhian was stunned at first, and then, as if he had sensed something, he took out the ancient bell left by the nine-tailed fox from the ring.

The ancient bell in his hand was making a very violent vibration sound.

After a brief moment of surprise, Mu Zhian raised his head and looked forward.

In the spatial crack, a ripple rippled, emitting a charming halo.

Lin Ling stepped forward and entered the cave with Mu Zhian.

The next moment, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down, and the sky was spinning!

A surge of will descended, like a god looking down from above. Almost the next moment, Mu Zhian felt that his realm was suppressed from the peak of the soul refining to the level of the fifth level of the soul refining.

"Will this cave suppress the realm of others...?"

Mu Zhian was secretly shocked, and then glanced at Lin Ling who seemed to be fine beside him.

"It seems that this formation has no effect on the Hedao realm."

Mu Zhian was relieved for the time being, shielded his own breath, and walked forward along the passage in the cave.

At the same time.

In the depths of this cave, in an area covered by white fog.

Ancient trees intertwined and towering, moss marks, there are many palaces in this area, stone pillars stand, and flowers wither and die.

"This matter is very important to you and me. If it goes wrong, the elder should know what the consequences will be." The young man in a green robe spoke slowly, with a casual and indifferent expression.

"Holy Son, rest assured. I know what to do. Even if I try my best, I will help the Qingyue Holy Land."

The old man who spoke deliberately concealed his appearance and breath, and his tone was low, making it difficult to see clearly.

And this young man, Mu Zhian had seen him once before, was the Holy Son of the Qingyue Holy Land in Dongzhou.

The Holy Son of Qingyue slowly raised his head and stared at the sculpture not far ahead, with a hint of obsession in his eyes.

The sculpture was a woman with a compassionate expression. There seemed to be a faint deep blue light behind her, like a collection of all the holy and noble things in the world.

"Are all the things ready?" The Holy Son of Qingyue asked casually, playing with the jade box in his hand.

Only with this jade box can one set foot in the depths of the ancestral land of the Blue Clan.

The elder nodded silently.

Then, he reminded: "It's getting late, the Holy Son should go back early. If you stay here for too long, you might be noticed."

The Holy Son Qingyue looked at the sculpture from afar, and after a long time, he left with the elders behind him.

The palace returned to silence.

After nearly half a quarter of an hour, the originally silent palace suddenly rippled like the surface of the water.

Lin Ling and Mu Zhian, who had shielded their own auras, appeared in the palace.

"Sister Lin Ling, do you feel that there is something wrong with this place?" Mu Zhian asked.

Lin Ling pointed to the sculpture in front, and then handed him the contents of the small book: "There is a strong demonic aura in this sculpture, no less than the current Queen of the Demon Realm."

Mu Zhian was stunned.

"How could there be demonic aura in the ancestral land of the Blue Clan? And you said it is no less than Zixuan?"

Mu Zhian muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with thought.

Lin Ling tilted her head and looked at Mu Zhian strangely, with a trace of doubt in her red eyes.

How did he know the real name of the Queen of the Demon Realm...?

Mu Zhian had already started brainstorming.

"Since I joined the Blue Clan, I have always felt that something is wrong, but I can't tell what it is..."

"Why does the ancient bell of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox react to the Blue Clan? Why can the ancestor of the Blue Family, who is clearly in that ancient ship, send down oracles at every ancestor worship meeting? And the ancestor of the Blue Family said before that it was not her who sent down the oracles."

"Since it was not the ancestor of the Blue Family who sent down the oracles, then besides her, is there any other great power in the Blue Clan...?"

The answer may be on this sculpture.

Mu Zhian looked up and stared at the graceful figure that vaguely appeared in his vision. He walked forward slowly and reached out to touch the sculpture.

For a moment, the entire sculpture vibrated violently, and a rich pink demonic aura slowly overflowed from the sculpture.

Mu Zhian looked at the ancient bell vibrating in his palm, and he understood in his heart, and whispered: "Nine-tailed Sky Fox..."

The spirit of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox is in this sculpture!

Lin Ling gently tugged at the corner of Mu Zhian's clothes and held up a small notebook: "Someone is coming in from outside, we have to go."

...

Soon after Mu Zhian and the others left the ancestral land of the Blue Clan, some Blue Clan elders who were meditating and practicing were awakened from their practice and sent people to the ancestral land to investigate.

That night, many Blue Clan members were awakened by the movement of the ancestral land, and they were as frightened as if it was the end of the world.

...

In the warm room, the curtains were low, and sandalwood was burning in the room.

Lan Mulian was also startled by the violent vibration. The moment she opened her eyes, she raised her hand and took out the sword hidden in the ring. There were no tribesmen near the bedroom where the two sisters lived, so it was quiet.

She quickly changed into a white inner garment, outlining her exquisite and tight figure, pushed the door and went out, looking in the direction of the ancestral land of the Lan tribe.

This cold beauty was holding a long sword flashing with cold light, and her long hair like a waterfall was scattered, covering her hips wrapped in white inner garments.

"Sister... did you hear it too?"

Not far away, Lan Feiying was also awakened. She had changed her clothes and shouted.

"The noise is a bit loud. It seems that something happened in the ancestral land." Lan Mulian said softly.

"Where is Mu Zhian?" She asked again.

Lan Feiying shook her head gently: "I don't know, maybe she is still meditating and practicing."

They are next to the bedroom where Mu Zhian lives. They can hear the sound of the ancestral land here, so there is no reason why Mu Zhian can't hear it.

"Let's go to the main hall and wait for me."

After Lan Mulian finished speaking, she turned back to the room, changed into a noble and cold moon-white long skirt, and left the bedroom with Lan Feiying, holding a sword, and went to the main hall of the Lan clan.

However, as soon as they arrived at the main hall, the two sisters were immediately stopped by the guarding clan members. The people gathered in this main hall tonight were all senior members of the Lan clan, discussing matters about the ancestral land, and no clan members were allowed to enter.

Lan Mulian and Lan Feiying looked at each other and did not force their way in. They looked past several clan members and fell on the elders in the distance.

In addition to several elders, they also saw two "living fossils" of the Lan clan, as well as Lan Wu, the young master of the Lan family, and others.

"Senior sister, Sister Feiying, why are you here?"

At this time, a familiar and gentle voice came from behind.

Lan Murian looked back and saw Mu Zhian who had just returned from his ancestral land.

She asked doubtfully, "When did you come here? I didn't seem to see you on the way here."

"And... Senior Linglong is here too?" Lan Murian looked at the silver-haired beauty again in doubt.

"I feel a little bored tonight and can't meditate quietly, so I came out to relax." Mu Zhian said with a smile.

He took a look at the scene in the main hall, and he knew in his heart: "It seems that the movement in the ancestral land tonight also makes it impossible for them to meditate quietly."

Lan Feiying narrowed her eyes and suddenly transmitted a voice: "You should know something, right? About the movement tonight."

Mu Zhian's eyes moved slightly, and he deliberately transmitted a voice to tease: "I know something, but what does Sister Feiying plan to exchange?"

Lan Feiying gave him a charming and charming look: "What do you want your sister to exchange information with you?"

Mu Zhian pondered for a moment, and transmitted a voice: "For example, I put the information I know in the room, and then Sister Feiying finds a time at night to sneak into the room wearing a tights. If I don't notice it, then the information is yours."

"What if you notice it?" Lan Feiying's eyes are playful.

Mu Zhian smiled and replied, "Then we have to punish the thief."

"You wish."

Lan Feiying glared at Mu Zhian, then glanced at her sister beside her.

Lan Murian, who was noble and cold, was looking at Mu Zhian with a smile, her eyes were playful, as if she had heard something interesting.

Lin Ling, who was standing by, also frowned. Her white skirt was stained with some dust because she went into the mountains tonight. Under the skirt was a pair of plump, snow-white long legs, wearing a pair of deerskin boots embroidered with cloud patterns, with her legs together, looking well-behaved and obedient.

No one would have thought that the spirit dragon of Liangyi Sect would appear in the Lan Clan so openly... and along the way, no one recognized her identity.

Lin Ling glanced at Mu Zhian with her faint eyes and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Then, when Mu Zhian turned around, she handed the small notebook in her hand to Mu Zhian and said, "Bad boy."

"Don't be unfaithful."

Mu Zhian's eyes moved slightly, and he transmitted in surprise, "Sister Lin Ling could hear my transmission just now?"

Lin Ling glanced at Mu Zhian strangely, and wrote in the small notebook, "The sound transmission technique is not a very powerful spell. Many people know how to intercept it, unless the other party's realm is far higher than their own."

Then, she wrote in the small notebook, "Your senior sister also knows how to intercept the sound transmission technique."

"?"

Mu Zhian's eyes froze slightly, and he was stunned when he saw this sentence.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked at the stunning beauty who was close at hand.

Senior... Senior sister also knows how to intercept the sound transmission?

The cold beauty in a white dress and long black hair smiled, and pursed her sexy red lips: "Junior brother, do you have anything to say?"

"Or do you want me to wear a tights and go to your room to play role-playing games with you?"

Mu Zhian's expression suddenly froze.

I'm so... Doesn't that mean that when I communicated with Sister Feiying in front of Senior Sister, Senior Sister heard it? !

Social death!

At this moment, Mu Zhian wanted to cover his face and escape from here, but in order to maintain his image, he had a calm look and forced a smile: "Just now I was just joking with Sister Feiying."

Lan Murian sneered: "Junior brother knows best whether it's a joke or not."

Mu Zhian was helpless.

I didn't expect that flirting with my sister would be caught by my sister... This is too embarrassing.

No, I must think of a way to make Senior Sister social death next time...Mu Zhian sighed in his heart.

Lin Ling listened to the conversation of the three people, glanced at the two girls again, and couldn't help but frowned. She gently tugged at the corner of Mu Zhian's clothes and wrote in the small notebook: "Let's go back."

Mu Zhian tried to collect his thoughts, nodded gently, and said goodbye: "Then I will take Sister Lin Ling back first."

Lan Murian glanced at the obedient Lin Ling inadvertently, and suddenly said: "I always feel that Senior Linglong seems to be much closer to you than before recently. Now he will even go out to relax with you at night?"

Mu Zhian's heart skipped a beat, and before he could speak , Lan Feiying has already stepped forward, holding Mu Zhian's arm, and said with a smile: "Are you leaving so soon? Don't you want to play role-playing games? Sister will play with you tonight."

The two sisters are in sync, and Lan Mulian smiled brightly almost at the same time: "I can also play with you."

"Whether it's the role-playing you mentioned, or... other things."

Mu Zhian's heart was shaken at first, and then the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. When he noticed the faint eyes of the silver-haired beauty next to him, he suddenly panicked.

I'm so, senior sister... Sister Feiying, please stop talking...

I just want to tease you, but you are going to drag me to self-destruct...

The two sisters of the Lan family seem to be flirting with him now, but in fact they are testing his relationship with Linglong.

Although Miss Linglong has always been docile and well-behaved, it is hard to guarantee that she will be patient at this moment.

"What's wrong? Your heartbeat seems to have accelerated a lot?"

Lan Feiying raised her eyebrows slightly, gently placed her palm on his chest, raised her head and smiled gently.

"No, nothing, it's just that your proposal is a little tempting." Mu Zhian forced a smile and pulled the corner of his mouth slightly.

Then, he immediately changed the subject and said: "There was a big commotion in the ancestral land tonight, it's not very convenient, let's talk about it another day."

Seeing that the two sisters were suspicious but did not continue to speak, Mu Zhian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Sister Lin Ling, I'll take you back first."

Lin Ling raised her head and glanced at the two beauties in the little red skirt and the little white skirt, and then nodded obediently.

Then when Mu Zhian held her hand, she suddenly thought about it and asked, "Are Mulang and them Taoist couples?"

The crisp and pleasant soft voice seemed particularly clear in the quiet rainy night, and the atmosphere outside the palace suddenly stagnated.

Mu Zhian's body froze for a moment, like a sculpture weathered by time, with a frozen expression.

"Mulang...?"

Lan Murian even doubted her ears for a moment, and her eyes fell on Mu Zhian subconsciously.

Lan Feiying, who was about to return to the palace with her sister, also stopped, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Mu Zhian.

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