Chapter 389 The First Monk Reaches the Fairyland! 3K

"This drop of blood essence is indeed the immortal realm..."

After nearly half an hour, Mu Zhian slowly opened his eyes, feeling the drop of blood essence flowing in his body, and his voice was a little more trembling.

Ye Qingxin and Yao Meng's judgment was not wrong before. This blood essence was definitely left by the first cultivator in Jiuzhou.

The power of this drop of blood essence alone is so overwhelming that it is hard to describe.

Could the person in the ancient coffin be the first immortal in Jiuzhou...?

Mu Zhian's mind flashed with thoughts, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a cold and pleasant voice from outside: "Can I come in?"

Sister Meng Rou?

Hearing the familiar voice, Mu Zhian immediately got up and opened the door, and really saw the maid standing at the door.

"Sister Meng Rou, how did you know I was here?" Mu Zhian asked in surprise.

Wei Mengrou slightly raised her snow-white chin and said calmly: "Who in Yaochi doesn't know that Young Master Mu is favored by the Green Emperor and accompanies her in meditation and cultivation in Guiyi Pavilion every day?"

This sounded weird...Mu Zhian kept smiling and made way: "Anyway, come in first."

In the attic, the sound of the holy spring gushing outside could be heard faintly. Mu Zhian prepared a cup of tea made from the Enlightenment Leaf for Wei Mengrou and handed it to her, saying: "This Enlightenment Tea is only taken by the cultivator for the first time. It will only work when it is used, Sister Mengrou will try it. "Wei Mengrou looked at Mu Zhian who was smiling, took the tea and sipped it silently, and said: "You are living really well here, with both magic pills and beauties as your company." Mu Zhian stared at her delicate and charming profile, and said softly: "Yes, now there are both magic pills and beauties as your company, it's great to have Sister Mengrou as your company." Wei Mengrou: "→-→" A trace of shame flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she gave him a contemptuous sidelong glance. She obviously wanted to mock her young master, but she ended up with a feeling of powerlessness like punching cotton. "This tea is not bad, it should have been blessed by the spiritual energy of practicing for about two months." Wei Mengrou said softly, changing the subject to hide her inner shyness. Mu Zhian looked at Sister Mengrou's cold and indifferent expression and sighed softly: "Yes, this enlightenment tea is good. It is made from the leaves of the Tiandan Phoenix tree. It's just a pity that after taking it once, there will be no effect in the future, so Yao Meng has been using it to soak her feet during this period."

Wei Mengrou just took a sip of tea and coughed lightly when she heard this. Mu Zhian hurriedly patted her back and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Sister Mengrou?"

Wei Mengrou took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped the corner of her mouth, and said resentfully: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Mu Zhian smiled but said nothing.

She knew her young master's dark side, but she had no way to deal with it.

"It's just a little joke with you. The number of enlightenment leaves is scarce, and Yao Meng can't be so extravagant. She has only soaked twice in these days." Mu Zhian said with a smile.

"Then it's still for foot bathing?"

Wei Mengrou rolled her eyes at Mu Zhian. The iceberg beauty's posture actually added a bit of elegance.

"By the way, why did Sister Mengrou come here alone? Ruoxi and the others didn't come to Yaochi?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked casually.

Wei Mengrou looked cold and said lightly: "I don't know."

Seeing her cold and arrogant attitude, Mu Zhian couldn't help but reach out and gently poke Wei Mengrou's waist.

Wei Mengrou immediately reached out and pushed his hand away, saying lightly: "Young Master, please respect yourself."

Mu Zhian poked her waist again.

Wei Mengrou was about to push it away, but Mu Zhian immediately took advantage of the situation and held her soft little hand.

He skillfully hugged Wei Mengrou's slender waist and whispered: "Sister Mengrou, forget it, now is the time for the two of us to be alone."

Wei Mengrou pretended to struggle a few times and wanted to pull her hand out, but Mu Zhian held it even harder.

Looking at the silent beauty, Mu Zhian suddenly said: "By the way, why did Sister Mengrou suddenly come to see me? Did she just want to see me?"

Wei Mengrou finally woke up from her previous trance and gave Mu Zhian a cold and contemptuous look: "You are too self-indulgent."

Mu Zhian couldn't help but narrow his eyes, looking quite excited.

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Mengrou hesitated, wondering why the young master suddenly fell ill.

"It was that look just now, can Sister Mengrou look at me with that contemptuous look again?" Mu Zhian asked expectantly.

"By the way, there are all kinds of skirts and stockings in this room, even high heels! Can you put them on and then lift up your skirt and look at me with shame, saying something like 'Master, please look at me'——"

The blush on Wei Mengrou's face became more and more fiery, and the depths of her beautiful eyes were full of shame. She glared at him and cursed softly: "Get lost!"

Hmm... I should say that she is really worthy of being a maid, even the scolding is quite flavorful.

Mu Zhian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but seeing that Wei Mengrou's usually cold face was already covered with blush, he stopped and changed the subject, asking: "What did Sister Mengrou come to me for?"

Wei Mengrou gradually woke up from her previous extremely shameful state, and said faintly: "The Immortal Devouring Lock previously guided me to where you live."

Mu Zhian took the opportunity to look at her right thigh. A black butterfly was imprinted on the flawless white jade-like beautiful leg, which made the already attractive maid even more beautiful.

No matter how many times he saw it, Mu Zhian couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This butterfly is really burning.

It's obviously just a pattern, why can it be so tempting... Mu Zhian stretched out his hand and touched Wei Mengrou's beautiful legs intentionally or unintentionally.

The beautiful touch of something as gentle and soft as white jade made one's heart flutter, and Wei Mengrou's body trembled slightly.

"Then what did the Immortal Devouring Lock tell you?" Mu Zhian asked while gently stroking the butterfly on it.

Could it be that this Immortal Devouring Lock also misses the feeling of binding me...

Wei Mengrou bit her lip lightly, glared at Mu Zhian, and whispered with shame and displeasure: "Let go of your hand first."

There seemed to be mist in her eyes, and her heart was racing like a deer. She was obviously extremely dissatisfied with the young master's bold move at the moment, but she couldn't bear to directly push his palm away.

Otherwise, with his current strength, which is about to return to the void, it would not be easy to cooperate with the Immortal Devouring Lock.

While enjoying the soft touch in his palm, Mu Zhian pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since Sister Mengrou called me a formal title. Why don't you try it now?"

"After all, you are also my maid."

Wei Mengrou said "ha", gave Mu Zhian a contemptuous look of disgust, and said coldly: "Whether you want to hear it or not, there is no loss to me anyway--"

"Woo..."

Mu Zhian calmly put his arms around her plump waist, then lowered his head, bit her lips and kissed her gently.

Wei Mengrou let out a soft voice that she couldn't suppress. Her usually cold voice became more charming unconsciously, and her whole delicate body seemed to go numb.

"Don't be like this... What do you think will happen if Ruoxi, senior sister and the others come over and bump into them?" Wei Mengrou finally found some time and hesitated.

However, Mu Zhian didn't pay attention at all. Instead, he lowered his head and occupied her seductive red lips in a more enthusiastic manner.

Seeing that the threat was in vain, Wei Mengrou endured the numbness in her body, put her hands on her young master's shoulders, and gently pushed him away.

Realizing that his fiery eyes were staring directly at her, she first turned her face away, giving Mu Zhian only a cold profile.

Then after a long silence, he buried his face and stammered: "Master, master..."

The moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt extremely ashamed. Without even thinking about it, he knew that his face must be full of blush now.

However, with such a shameful posture, there was a faint urge in her heart to get close to the young master's arms and let him touch her.

This itching feeling in the heart made Wei Mengrou subconsciously grasp the sheets with her slender hands, carefully peering at the young master's expression through his forehead, and whispered: "Is this okay?"

"……Owner."

He simply shouted again in a low voice. Although the voice was so soft that it seemed hard to hear clearly, it was like a critical strike, shouting directly into Mu Zhian's heart.

He put his arms around the mature and sexy imperial maid, brought her close to his arms, and then gently stroked her hair.

It was usually so cold that it could give someone frostbite, but now it was as docile as a kitten. Such a contrast made Mu Zhian a little unable to bear it.

"Have you missed me during this time?" Mu Zhian asked softly, looking down at the beauty in his arms.

Wei Mengrou buried her face a little deeper, and her pretty face was stained with a seductive blush. After being silent for an unknown length of time, she made a voice so small that it was almost inaudible:

"Yeah...miss you."

Oops, I really want to be intimate with Sister Mengrou now... Mu Zhian's mood was aroused, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

He calmed down a little, barely suppressed his impulse, and said, "You said earlier that the Immortal Devouring Lock led you to come here to find me, but what did the Immortal Devouring Lock detect?"

"The Immortal Devouring Lock discovered that you have the spiritual consciousness of the third original witch in your attic." Wei Mengrou said softly.

Mu Zhian was startled, and the stroking movement paused: "So, you came to me because you sensed the aura of the original witch?"

"But the original witch was still sleeping just now, and it was impossible to emit any breath. Moreover, I have been refining the drop of blood essence I obtained from the abyss before -"

Mu Zhian's voice suddenly stopped, and then his expression gradually faded from his face.

etc……

That drop of essence and blood was left behind by the immortals who ascended to the Immortal Realm, and it was when I was refining that drop of essence and blood that Sister Mengrou sensed the aura of the original witch through the Immortal Devouring Lock...

The clues in Mu Zhian's mind were gradually sorted out and connected together.

boom!

Then, a bolt of lightning seemed to strike in his brain, causing Mu Zhian's pupils to shrink violently, staring in disbelief at the ice-like delicate face of the maid.

The original witch is the immortal who ascended to the fairyland? !

No, how could it be possible... Wasn't the original witch only in the Taoist realm? Why did she become the fairyland again?

You must know that the limit of a monk is only to the realm of harmony, and beyond that, he must break the shackles of heaven and earth before he can ascend.

There is no way to reach the fairyland.

From the beginning to the end, there was only one person in the Immortal Realm, and he was the first monk who coined the term "immortal cultivation".

It can be said that she is the God of Creation and the only immortal.

The original witch... is to enter the fairyland?

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[Writing about Sister Mengrou was so touching that I couldn’t help but spend a little more pen and ink. I will try to write another chapter tonight and post it early tomorrow. It’s close to 9,000 words today! 】

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