Although she was the former master of the World Sea, the Primordial Witch had never actually ruled it. After suppressing the chaos, the various factions within the World Sea had simply acknowledged her as their leader.

The reason was twofold. Firstly, during that time, the Nine Realms were in turmoil. Due to the World Sea’s unique geography, it had been spared from the war, but the threat still lingered.

However, with a Dao Integration expert guarding the World Sea, they wouldn’t have to worry anymore.

The Dao Integration experts in the Nine Realms might not know each other personally, but they had at least heard of each other.

However, even Yao Meng and Gong Lianyue had never seen the Primordial Witch’s face.

Not even those from the World Sea had seen her face.

She had mysteriously disappeared after spending only a few years in the World Sea.

Later generations, based on her attire, sculpted a statue of her, which stood in the central port city of the World Sea.

Although she was called a ‘witch’, people revered her as a deity. Even enemies would behave themselves within that port city.

The city was protected by a special formation that suppressed the cultivation levels of all who entered, whether they were at the Nascent Soul Realm or the peak of the Core Formation Realm, to the first-grade Core Formation Realm.

Many believed this formation was the Primordial Witch’s final gift to the World Sea before her disappearance.

Regardless of whether the Primordial Witch was still alive, the fact that a fragment of her will, preserved in a black box for ten thousand years, simply wished to kiss someone… was absurd.

No one had expected this sudden action. Who would have thought that the Primordial Witch, who had united the World Sea and ended the conflict, would, after possessing Wei Mengrou, kiss Mu Zhi’an in front of two Empresses?

Not only Yao Meng and Gong Lianyue, but even Mu Zhi’an was stunned.

He loved beautiful women, but this unexpected move from the Primordial Witch left him speechless.

Then, a thought crossed his mind: Mengrou’s lips are so soft and fragrant…

The cool, soft touch, the sweet fragrance, the hint of ice, the alluring sweetness… He wanted to savor it again.

Mu Zhi’an reached out, wanting to wrap his arms around Wei Mengrou’s slender waist and enjoy the feel of her body.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of danger.

He didn’t even have to turn around to know what was happening.

Holy crap… Does Mengrou want me dead?! Mu Zhi’an thought, his back breaking out in a cold sweat as he felt the warmth of Wei Mengrou’s body against his.

No, this isn’t Mengrou. It’s the Primordial Witch’s will…

But why was she doing this? He didn’t know.

He had to control the situation… Mu Zhi’an placed his hands on Wei Mengrou’s shoulders and gently pushed her away.

He said solemnly, “Please behave yourself, Senior!”

I’m a married man. It’s inappropriate for us to be so intimate. Why don’t you find a more private time…?

Suddenly, he heard the sound of heavy chains again. He looked towards the source.

The sound was coming from the black mist surrounding Wei Mengrou!

Clank!

A chain shot out from the mist, silently binding Mu Zhi’an’s right wrist. The other end of the chain was tightly wrapped around Wei Mengrou’s left wrist.

The black mist swirled around the chain binding her fair wrist. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and darkness, tears welling up.

“I missed you so much.”

A sweet and gentle voice echoed in Mu Zhi’an’s mind.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you… I’ve always loved you…”

The chains within the black mist rattled, as if more were about to emerge.

—To bind you and me together, never to be separated again.

The voice echoed repeatedly in his mind as the black mist churned around Wei Mengrou.

Suddenly, the Pure World Azure Lotus emitted a brilliant green light.

The light enveloped Mu Zhi’an and the Primordial Witch, like sunlight piercing through the darkness, dispelling the black mist and releasing the chain from his wrist.

The Primordial Witch looked down at the chain on her wrist, her expression dazed. She slowly turned her head.

Yao Meng, dressed in a thin green dress that clung to her ethereal form, stood there, her skin as white as jade, her aura as pure as a fairy. A hazy mist swirled around her, and her every inch glowed with a faint silver light, like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens.

Compared to Yao Meng, who seemed unattainable, the Primordial Witch, shrouded in black mist, exuded an aura of mystery.

Yao Meng’s expression was emotionless. “I don’t know what happened in your past, but he’s not the one you’re looking for, Primordial Witch.”

Although this Yao Meng seemed to have a tendency for ‘cuckolding’, it didn’t mean she enjoyed being cheated on… especially after the Primordial Witch had kissed Mu Zhi’an right before her eyes.

More chains emerged from the black mist.

Clang!

A golden sword pierced through the chains, pinning them to the ground.

Gong Lianyue formed a hand seal, and two more glowing blades shot down, further securing the chains.

If it were someone else’s problem, Gong Lianyue would have simply watched from the sidelines, unbothered.

However… The Primordial Witch’s intimate gesture had been directed not only at Yao Meng, but also at her.

To ‘NTR’ Mu Zhi’an in front of two Empresses… Only the Primordial Witch would be so bold.

“Thank you, Seniors,” Mu Zhi’an said immediately, making his stance clear.

Gong Lianyue glanced at him, her lips pursed. “You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit~ Weren’t you planning to hug her and savor the taste of the Primordial Witch?” she said coldly.

“He’s always been like this with others. I’ve seen it a few times when I woke up,” Yao Meng replied, her voice calm and melodious.

“There’s a sacred ground within my Sword Palace. In the past, disciples who committed mistakes would repent there. After six months, they would be reformed, their cultivation progressing rapidly. After the Ascension Ceremony, I’ll take you there to cultivate for six months,” Gong Lianyue said, looking at Mu Zhi’an intently.

The Heart-Binding Lock within her sleeve seemed to be stirring.

Holy crap, is she planning to lock me up…? Mu Zhi’an felt a surge of panic.

Fortunately, as he had expected, Yao Meng, the kind and gentle fairy, came to his rescue. Her melodious voice, like a warm breeze, echoed through the pavilion, “He can’t be separated from me for the next thousand years. You should abandon your unrealistic ideas.”

However, before Mu Zhi’an could relax, Yao Meng glanced at him and continued, “Even if he needs to repent, he should come to the Jade Pool’s ancestral land.”

Mu Zhi’an: “…”

Weren’t you guys just fighting? Why are you ganging up on me now?!

And the Jade Pool’s ancestral land is that sacred? Didn’t we… in the bath there last time…? Mu Zhi’an complained inwardly.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of cold, soft hands on his face. He instinctively looked up.

The Primordial Witch, her slender hands cupping his face, had approached him unnoticed.

Yao Meng frowned but didn’t react. She simply stared at the Primordial Witch.

She didn’t need to intervene anymore. The fragment of will within the peach blossom was about to disappear.

Gong Lianyue’s gaze also fell upon the Primordial Witch, her eyes fixed on her gentle yet dark eyes.

For some reason, she felt a strange sensation.

Why would a fragment of the Primordial Witch’s will, left behind ten thousand years ago, harbor feelings for Mu Zhi’an?

Had she simply mistaken him for someone else?

That was impossible. Even a fragment of will shouldn’t be underestimated. How could she mistake someone?

Mu Zhi’an looked into the Primordial Witch’s beautiful eyes, the black mist swirling around her. “Who are you looking for, Senior? Perhaps I can help you,” he said hesitantly.

The Primordial Witch didn’t answer. She simply looked at him, her gaze filled with longing.

For some reason, looking into her eyes filled Mu Zhi’an with a deep sadness, a feeling he couldn’t explain. He felt as if he were drowning in sorrow.

The Primordial Witch suddenly smiled, her smile alluring and captivating.

“Wait for me.”

As her sweet voice echoed through the pavilion, she wrapped her arms around Mu Zhi’an’s neck and kissed him, her lips cold and soft.

She pushed him against a pillar behind him, her kiss passionate and demanding, her arms tightening around his neck as if afraid he would disappear.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t disappear.

But the Primordial Witch did.

A peach blossom drifted down with the wind. Mu Zhi’an saw it from the corner of his eye and instinctively reached out.

The blossom, swaying like a small boat on water, landed gently in his palm.

Her soft and melodious voice echoed through the pavilion.

“I’ll come back for you.”

Mu Zhi’an suddenly had a feeling.

The Primordial Witch’s will, preserved within the black box, had completely vanished.

He held Wei Mengrou’s head with one hand and looked at the peach blossom in his other, his eyes filled with emotion.

What kind of extraordinary woman was the Primordial Witch? She had reached Dao Integration in less than three years, united the World Sea, then mysteriously disappeared, leaving behind only a black box.

Could it be that… she had foreseen what would happen ten thousand years later and deliberately left this box behind?

“Mm…”

A soft moan suddenly came from the woman in his arms, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked down at the maid in the yellow dress.

Her face was pale, her lips full and rosy, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, as if awakening from a deep slumber.

Mu Zhi’an stared at Wei Mengrou, his mind racing. He realized what was happening and tried to push her away.

However, Wei Mengrou slowly opened her eyes.

Their gazes met. She blinked, and they stared at each other in silence.

His hand was still on the back of her head, and the distance between them… was practically negative.

Their lips were intertwined, their breaths mingling.

Time seemed to stand still.

After a long moment, Wei Mengrou finally reacted, her eyes wide with panic. She instinctively pushed him away and took a step back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

How did this happen… What just happened?

Her mind was in turmoil. She closed her eyes, and the image of Mu Zhi’an’s face, inches from hers, flashed through her mind.

She had seen his face countless times before, but being so close to him filled her with a strange sense of discomfort and panic.

Mengrou is so cute like this… Mu Zhi’an chuckled inwardly, observing her reaction.

A maid who was usually cold and aloof towards him, now flustered after such an intimate encounter… This contrast was incredibly alluring.

But he quickly realized something and coughed lightly, trying to explain. “It’s a long story, but you were possessed by the Primordial Witch’s will, Mengrou, so…”

He briefly explained what had happened. However, Wei Mengrou still looked at him with coldness and disdain.

Even if he was telling the truth, he had not only tried to kiss her, but he had also wanted to savor her lips. That was the real reason for her panic.

But in front of the two Empresses, she couldn’t possibly say that out loud.

Yao Meng observed them silently, then sighed softly. “Most things fade away with time, but a fragment of the Primordial Witch’s will has persisted for ten thousand years. It’s truly admirable.”

“She seems to be waiting for someone. But ten thousand years… Besides Dao Integration cultivators, who can live that long?” Gong Lianyue said calmly.

No two flowers are the same. She must have mistaken Mu Zhi’an for someone she loved.

However, the Primordial Witch’s words, “I’ll come back for you”, still lingered in their minds.

What if Mu Zhi’an truly was the one the Primordial Witch had been waiting for?

With the Primordial Witch’s will gone, silence fell over the pavilion.

Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhi’an, then quickly lowered her gaze, hiding her emotions.

Mu Zhi’an seemed to be lost in thought, contemplating the Primordial Witch’s deep love. He sighed softly, placed the peach blossom back into the black box, and said, “There are still many mysteries surrounding the Primordial Witch. Perhaps there are other secrets within this box. But we can only investigate them slowly.”

Gong Lianyue’s lips pursed slightly, a cold glint flickering in her eyes. “We can investigate the Primordial Witch later,” she said calmly.

Although the Primordial Witch had acted impulsively, it was just a fragment of her will. She wasn’t petty enough to be upset over a kiss.

But Yao Meng was different.

Gong Lianyue’s gaze shifted to Mu Zhi’an. “We have some unfinished business, don’t we?” she said softly.

Yao Meng also looked at him with a gentle gaze.

Mu Zhi’an: “…”

It seemed his attempt to change the subject had failed.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay