“The Jade Empress?”

The Primordial Witch narrowed her eyes, observing the green figure emerging from the black mist.

She wore a light green dress with white embroidery, the cold wind revealing a glimpse of her slender waist.

Her figure was graceful and alluring, and her feet, as white as jade, were faintly visible beneath her skirt.

The Primordial Witch raised an eyebrow, her beautiful eyes staring at Yao Meng from beneath her black hood. “If I’m not mistaken, the Martial Realm trial is still ongoing. It’s not appropriate for a Dao Integration expert to interfere, is it?”

Yao Meng chuckled, her gaze fixed on the woman in the black robe. Then, she looked at the Primordial Witch’s hand, which was holding Mu Zhi’an’s, and said, “If there can be one Dao Integration expert in the Martial Realm, why not two?”

“Besides…”

She paused, then continued, “This is just a fragment of my will.”

It wasn’t difficult for a Dao Integration expert to instantly travel from the Jade Pool Holy Land to the Martial Realm. However, if Yao Meng’s true body appeared, it would disrupt the ongoing trial. That was why she had only sent a fragment of her will.

The Primordial Witch looked up, her gentle gaze fixed on the beautiful woman in the green dress. “Do you think you can take him away with just a fragment of your will?”

“I came here to observe and intervene if anyone tried to keep him here.”

Yao Meng glanced at the Primordial Witch and said softly, “But it seems there’s no need for me to do anything.”

The Primordial Witch before her was just a fragment of will, a remnant of a wish from ten thousand years ago.

And that wish was to be with Mu Zhi’an.

This wish had already been fulfilled.

…Even without Yao Meng’s intervention, this fragment of the Primordial Witch’s will would eventually disappear.

“Take good care of him in the Martial Realm,” Yao Meng said, glancing at Mu Zhi’an.

Why does this feel like a passing of the torch…? Mu Zhi’an thought, speechless. Suddenly, he felt a gaze upon him and looked up. The fairy from the Jade Pool Holy Land was looking at him with a faint smile.

To an outsider, her smile seemed ethereal and mysterious, but Mu Zhi’an, knowing her well, understood the danger behind it.

But since Yao Meng had spoken, he could only remain silent.

He had to endure this meeting with the Primordial Witch.

As for what would happen afterwards… he would worry about it later.

He could always resort to ‘suppressing’ Yao Meng…

Of course, that was the best-case scenario. As for the worst-case scenario… This Jade Empress had lived for tens of thousands of years. Who knew what kind of terrifying punishments she had up her sleeve?

Vines, restraints, a dark room…

As Mu Zhi’an worried about his future, Yao Meng’s will silently dissipated.

He calmed himself down and turned to the Primordial Witch. “Let’s go,” he said.

“Is there anywhere you want to go?” he asked.

The Primordial Witch shook her head gently, smiling at him. “As long as I’m with you, anywhere is fine.”

“This will will only last for a while, so I want to spend as much time with you as possible,” she added.

Mu Zhi’an remained silent.

He couldn’t understand her feelings. He had no memories of being with her in the past.

But her affection for him was deep, so deep that it was touching.

He removed her hood, looking into her beautiful eyes, which reflected the falling snowflakes.

The sounds of cultivators clashing echoed in the distance, but Mu Zhi’an’s attention remained fixed on the Primordial Witch.

A will represented a strong desire from a past life, a desire that had persisted for ten thousand years, weathering the passage of time.

The Primordial Witch’s will within the Martial Realm was like a long-forgotten treasure chest, hidden from the world, waiting for the one she loved.

And now, he had finally appeared, opening the chest. He discovered that, despite the passage of time, her love for him remained unchanged, even though she had forgotten everything.

—I’ve always loved him.

Mu Zhi’an couldn’t deny that he was touched. After all, he had a weakness for beautiful women.

Although this Primordial Witch seemed to have a bit of a yandere side, she was still alluring.

However, he felt more pity than desire towards her.

“Why don’t you take me for a walk? You’re more familiar with the Martial Realm,” Mu Zhi’an said, extending his hand towards her.

Before her will disappeared, they could still visit many places, creating beautiful memories for her.

The Primordial Witch smiled and gently removed her hood. “Alright.”

Boom!

The black mist dispersed as she spoke, and the black box silently closed, returning to Mu Zhi’an’s storage ring.

Many cultivators in this zone were searching for suitable bases. As the mist dissipated, Mu Zhi’an and the Primordial Witch became visible.

“Look over there!”

“That cultivator seems to be a disciple of our sect, but who’s that silver-haired beauty beside him…?”

“I don’t think I’ve seen her before…”

“Of course you haven’t. There are so many participants. How could you possibly know everyone?” a cultivator chuckled.

“That’s different. If such a beautiful woman was in this zone, I would have noticed her.”

His words were met with laughter, and their gazes shifted to the silver-haired beauty in the sky.

Although he had been joking, he was right.

How could they not have noticed such a stunning woman if she was truly in their zone?

Wei Mengrou stared at the woman in the black robe, her brows furrowing slightly. “There’s something strange about that woman’s aura.”

If it were before, Tang Sufei might have teased her about being ‘jealous’, but she wasn’t in the mood now.

Her eyes were filled with a strange longing. Seeing the two about to leave, she quickly transmitted her voice, “Senior, are you the Primordial Witch?!”

The Primordial Witch, as if she hadn’t heard, smiled faintly, glancing at Mu Zhi’an from time to time.

While everyone else was focused on the Martial Realm trial, these two seemed to be on a leisurely stroll, their relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to the others.

Mu Zhi’an summoned his flying sword, and after the Primordial Witch stepped onto it, wrapping her arms around his waist, they flew away, under the gazes of the other cultivators.

He didn’t realize that among the cultivators below, a certain maid, her aura concealed, and a certain senior sister in a moon-white dress, were silently observing them.

Whether it was due to the Primordial Witch’s abilities or something else, the first zone they passed through was still experiencing heavy snowfall, but in the second zone, sunlight streamed through the trees, illuminating the snow-covered ground.

By evening, they were about to leave Zone Two, but Mu Zhi’an spotted a secluded spot by the sea. He took the Primordial Witch there on his sword.

The area was deserted, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed through the air.

Mu Zhi’an looked at the sunset over the sea and suddenly remembered something. “My personal interface requires me to interact with others to obtain titles. How did you use it in the past?” he asked.

“Did you also interact with ‘protagonists’…?”

The Primordial Witch shook her head gently. “I had all the titles from the beginning.”

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes flickered, realizing something. “So after transferring the personal interface, all the titles reset?”

The Primordial Witch nodded silently.

It’s a shame this fragment of her will doesn’t know why she transferred the personal interface to me… Mu Zhi’an felt a pang of regret.

“Why is your will in the Martial Realm?” he asked.

The Primordial Witch replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “I created the Martial Realm to conceal Heavenly Secrets. Isn’t it normal for me to be here?”

“The Martial Realm is used to conceal Heavenly Secrets…?” Mu Zhi’an looked at her, his eyes widening slightly.

She had a breathtakingly beautiful face, her lips slightly pale, her sickly complexion making her appear even more fragile and delicate.

Judging from her appearance alone, no one would have guessed that she was the Primordial Witch.

After all, in the minds of most cultivators, the Primordial Witch should be a domineering and confident figure, like an Empress.

But the Primordial Witch before him seemed so vulnerable.

And her black robe accentuated her fair and flawless skin.

“If I didn’t conceal Heavenly Secrets, I would have been struck down by a Heavenly Tribulation long ago,” the Primordial Witch said calmly.

The tribulation she was referring to wasn’t an ordinary one… Mu Zhi’an instantly understood the hidden meaning behind her words and fell into deep thought.

Then, he froze, staring at her. “…The Heavenly Dao?”

One of her wills had remained in the Martial Realm to avoid a Heavenly Tribulation… And this tribulation clearly wasn’t the kind cultivators faced when advancing in their cultivation.

The only possibility was the Heavenly Dao.

But why?

Why would the Primordial Witch’s will be punished by the Heavenly Dao?

Mu Zhi’an’s mind raced, and after a moment of hesitation, he seemed to realize something. He stared at her.

“Are you… the Calamity Body?”

The Primordial Witch smiled faintly.

“Any constitution that exists outside the rules of heaven and earth is considered a Calamity Body. But it’s not truly a calamity. It’s just a punishment from the Heavenly Dao’s will.”

“Why would the Heavenly Dao punish cultivators who exist outside its rules?” Mu Zhi’an asked, puzzled.

The Primordial Witch looked at him with a gentle gaze, her hand caressing his handsome face. “There was a time when the laws of heaven and earth didn’t allow the Soul Transformation Realm to exist. I was the one who broke those shackles and reached the Dao Integration Realm,” she said softly.

So one had to conform to the rules of heaven and earth to avoid being punished by the Heavenly Dao’s will… Mu Zhi’an understood.

As if not wanting to dwell on this topic, the Primordial Witch suddenly wrapped an arm around his, her shoulder pressing against his. “Come on, we finally met again. Don’t talk about such depressing things,” she said softly.

“I’m more curious about who you like more, me or the others around you.”

Here it comes, the classic ‘who do you like more’ question…

Mu Zhi’an knew how to answer this kind of question. He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

Then, he tilted his head slightly and, under the setting sun, gazed at her pale, alluring lips.

“Of course, it’s you.”

The Primordial Witch smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“So you like the Primordial Witch the most, not the Jade Empress, Shang Yanfei, or Bai Ruoxi?”

Looking at her sweet smile, Mu Zhi’an felt a sense of unease.

But this fragment of her will would disappear soon. He wanted her to have a happy memory, so he nodded slightly.

“Of course, you’re the one I like the most.”

He looked at her, but she suddenly fell silent. As he was about to speak, she said casually, “By the way, did you know that the nine zones in the Martial Realm are actually interconnected?”

Her eyes held a mischievous glint.

Mu Zhi’an had a bad feeling. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m going to let everyone hear those words. I’ll let them all know that you like me the most,” the Primordial Witch said calmly.

Mu Zhi’an: “?”

“Everyone who entered the Martial Realm will hear what you just said,” she added, dropping a bombshell.

Mu Zhi’an was confused at first.

Then, his eyes widened, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

What the hell?!

Is this love?

You’re trying to get me killed!

“Mu Lang, why aren’t you saying anything?” the Primordial Witch asked, her eyes filled with confusion.

“Or were you lying to me?” she asked, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Mu Zhi’an took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He didn’t know if she was tricking him or if she had truly let everyone else hear his words, but now that he had said them, he had to see this through.

At least, he could make her happy before her will disappeared.

This sickly beauty might seem gentle, but she’s surprisingly manipulative…

Mu Zhi’an looked at her mischievous smile and her gradually fading figure, speechless.

“Are you leaving?” he asked.

The Primordial Witch raised her hand, looking at her translucent fingers, her eyes filled with reluctance. “We’ll meet again someday,” she said softly.

“What’s your name?” Mu Zhi’an suddenly asked.

“I didn’t have a name in the past.”

“You mean… you do now?” Mu Zhi’an caught the implication in her words.

“I do,” the Primordial Witch replied, nodding slightly.

She leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“Now, my name is Wei Mengrou.”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay