Qiao San’s drowsiness vanished instantly, his voice dry and hoarse as he chuckled, “Sister-in-law, what kind of joke are you making? Where did you hear such a thing?”
“Oh! Still trying to hide from me and your elder brother? Come into the hall and you’ll understand!” Qing Niang’s beautiful, deep eyes flickered with a complicated emotion, her gaze carrying a hint of bitterness that left the man behind her utterly baffled.
Just as Qiao San stepped into the hall, a soft, timid voice called out, instantly clearing away all his confusion—but the bold, wild Qiao San could only stand there, stunned like a wooden statue.
“Benefactor, please accept these twelve kowtows!”
“Ahhh, it’s you again!” Qiao San groaned, half amused, half exasperated. By the time he snapped out of his shock, the girl named Shier Niang had already risen gracefully from her bows. With each kowtow, her ample bosom swayed, turning the quiet old mansion into a scene of turbulent emotion.
“You… how did you find me here?” Qiao San still had confidence in his martial arts skills, but he couldn’t help but ask in disbelief, “Can you really track people by scent?”
“Yes! I followed your trail all the way here. I just happened to meet your honorable wife along the way.” Her pointed chin dipped into the valley between her full breasts, her timid face nearly buried in the soft curves, a truly shy and beautiful girl.
“Hmph… You’ve got a nose better than a dog’s!” Qiao San sighed helplessly. Faced with such an extraordinary sense of smell, no matter how many disguises he tried, he was powerless.
“Brother San, how can you speak like that! Shier, don’t be upset. He just doesn’t know any better!” Qing Niang, who had just walked in, gently scolded him before tenderly hugging the lowered head of Shier Niang, comforting the poor girl like a caring older sister or mother.
“Yes, yes… I’m sorry! Shier Niang, what are your plans now?” Qiao San felt a strong sense of foreboding. From the expressions of his older brother and sister-in-law, he could already guess the outcome—but he still couldn’t let go. If an outsider joined the household, wouldn’t that mean fewer chances to be close with his sister-in-law?
“Waaah… Benefactor, I fled from a local bully who wanted to force me into marriage. But now here I am again… waaah…” Shier Niang spoke through tears, each sentence punctuated by sobs, her sorrowful tale flowing like rain from the heart of a lonely orphan.
“There, there, Shier, don’t cry…”
Moved by the girl’s tears, Qing Niang’s heart softened, the lingering jealousy instantly dissipating like smoke.
She gave her younger brother-in-law a sharp, meaningful glare, fully aware of his true intentions. Her kind heart had already been bewitched by the charming fox spirit. Without giving Qiao San a chance to protest, she said firmly, “Shier, from now on, this is your home. I’ve been lonely, so stay here and keep me company, okay?”
“Exactly! Shier should stay! Brother San, doing good deeds brings blessings and longevity. Can you bear to see Shier captured by bad people again?”
Qiao Da, usually immersed in his studies and indifferent to worldly affairs, was deeply moved by Shier Niang’s pitiful cries. Overcome with compassion, he gently scolded his younger brother for his cold-heartedness.
“Master, Madam, Benefactor, please sit. I’ll go prepare some food for you!”
The girl in coarse cotton clothes was indeed obedient and diligent, immediately offering to serve the Qiao family, leaving the reluctant Qiao San with no argument but to sneak a glance at his sister-in-law and sigh helplessly.
“Shier, from now on, just call me ‘Sister.’ I liked you the moment I saw you!”
Unaware of her brother-in-law’s discomfort, Qing Niang hurried forward, walking side by side with the taller Shier Niang, gently comforting the anxious girl, “I mean it, truly. Our family doesn’t want servants—we want family. Would you like that?”
The more Qing Niang looked at the pitiful girl, the more she adored her. The mysterious fox technique was indeed powerful—it enchanted not only men but also women!
“Sister?!” Shier Niang’s delicate face showed genuine surprise. The clever fox girl had always been well-read, but the Qiao family was unlike any ordinary humans she’d ever known.
Well, except for Qiao San. He definitely didn’t count—he was a typical villain among men—hypocritical, deceitful, and lustful!
Hypocrite—pretending to be a rogue by day and a hero by night. Wasn’t that sheer pretense?
Deceitful—acting like a ghost or spirit to fool others, hiding things from above and below. Definitely a scoundrel!
Lustful—this one went without saying. The way he kept glancing at her ample chest proved he was a total pervert!
“Giggle, giggle…” Thinking this, beneath her shy exterior, Shier Niang’s heart was already dancing with joy.
Recalling her mother the fox queen’s words, she slightly closed her delicate eyes, a flash of cunning flickering within, “Sure enough, this is the Ten Yang Body. No wonder he carries the aura of lust and deceit! But don’t think you can escape the control of the Dark Fox Technique! Hehe… It won’t be long before I turn him into the Ten Yin Lord!”
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The drowsiness on Qiao San’s face vanished in an instant, and he forced a dry laugh as he asked, “Sister-in-law, what kind of… joke are you making? Where did you… hear that from?”
“Ah! Still trying to hide it from me and your elder brother? Come to the hall, and you’ll find out!” Qing Niang’s deep, beautiful eyes flickered with a trace of complexity, her gaze tinged with a hint of sourness that left the man following her utterly bewildered.
Just as Qiao San stepped into the hall, a timid voice answered all his questions, turning the usually bold and wild Qiao San into a statue of wood and clay!
“Benefactor, please accept Twelve Niang’s three bows!”
“Ah, it’s you again!” Qiao San was both amused and exasperated. By the time he recovered from the shock, the buxom girl named Twelve Niang had already risen gracefully, her three bows sending ripples through her chest that disturbed the tranquility of the old house.
“How… how did you find your way here?” Qiao San, still somewhat confident in his agility, couldn’t help but ask incredulously, “Can you really distinguish human scents?”
“Yes! I followed your scent all the way here and happened to meet the early-rising madam!” Twelve Niang’s sharp chin dipped into the deep valley of her ample bosom, her timid face nearly drowned by the surging waves of her chest—a truly shy beauty.
“Well… that’s even sharper than a dog’s nose!” Qiao San sighed weakly, realizing that with such a miraculous sense of smell, no matter how much he changed, there was no escaping it.
“Third Brother, watch your words! Twelve, don’t be upset. Third Brother just lacks tact!” Qing Niang, who had followed closely, gently scolded before stepping forward to embrace the downcast Twelve Niang, comforting the distressed girl like a sister or mother.
“Yes, yes… it’s my fault! Twelve Niang, what do you plan to…” Qiao San felt a strong sense of foreboding. From the expressions of his elder brother and sister-in-law, he had already guessed the outcome, but he still held onto a sliver of hope. If an outsider were to join the household, wouldn’t that mean fewer opportunities to get close to his sister-in-law?
“Wah… Benefactor, I fled my hometown to escape a forced marriage by a local tyrant, but then I ended up here… wah…” Twelve Niang spoke between sobs, tears streaming down her face as she recounted her sorrowful tale.
“Twelve, don’t cry, don’t cry…”
Qing Niang’s heart ached, and the faint traces of jealousy she had harbored instantly dissipated.
The beautiful woman shot her brother-in-law a stern glare. How could she not understand the rogue’s true intentions? Her kind heart had already been bewitched by the ever-changing fox demon. Without waiting for Qiao San’s objection, she spoke first, “Twelve, from now on, this will be your home. I’m often lonely, so stay and keep me company!”
“Right! Twelve should stay! Third Brother, doing good deeds brings blessings and longevity. How can you bear to see Twelve captured by villains again?!”
Qiao Da, who usually focused solely on his studies and rarely meddled in others’ affairs, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pity at Twelve Niang’s pitiful sobs. He even lightly scolded his younger brother for his heartlessness.
“Master, Madam, Benefactor, please sit. Twelve will go prepare a meal for you!”
The girl in coarse clothes was indeed obedient, willingly offering to serve as a maid in the Qiao household. Qiao San, though reluctant, had no choice but to steal a glance at his sister-in-law and sigh helplessly.
“Twelve, from now on, call me sister. I took a liking to you the moment I saw you!”
Unaware of the undercurrents, Qing Niang quickened her pace, her petite frame walking side by side with the slightly taller Twelve Niang. She smiled gently, comforting the anxious girl, “Really, I mean every word. Our family doesn’t need servants; we want family. Would you like that?!”
Qing Niang grew fonder of the pitiful girl by the minute. The Mystic Fox Technique was truly miraculous—it could enchant men and equally charm women!
“Sister?!” Twelve Niang’s delicate face froze in genuine surprise. The fox clan’s intelligence had made her well-read from a young age, but the Qiao family seemed different from the ordinary mortals she had imagined.
Oh, wait! Qiao San didn’t count. He was a typical human scoundrel—hypocritical, deceitful, and lustful!
Hypocritical—a rogue by day, a hero by night. Wasn’t that just putting on a show of “hypocrisy”?
Deceitful—pretending to be divine, deceiving superiors and subordinates, utterly “deceitful”!
Lustful—this one didn’t even need explanation. The way he stole glances at her chest was proof enough of his “lustfulness”!
“Giggle, giggle…” At this thought, beneath her shy and cautious exterior, Twelve Niang’s heart was filled with joy.
Recalling her mother, the Fox Queen’s words, her pitiful eyes closed slightly, a trace of cunning flashing by. “Indeed, the Ten Yang Body, worthy of the Ten Yang Pearl with its lustful blood and deceitful aura! But don’t think you can escape the control of the Mystic Fox Technique! Hee-hee… It won’t be long before I turn him into the Ten Yin Lord!”
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While the mortal world was in chaos, the East Sea Crystal Palace was filled with the heavy sorrow of parting.
The Underworld Judge personally came to escort a special soul. “Dragon Mother, I have selected the best family for Miss You to be reborn into. Everything is arranged according to your instructions. She will only be given a ten-year dose of Meng Po’s Soup.”
“Good. Convey my gratitude to King Yama.” The Dragon Mother nodded in satisfaction, her majestic silver face turning to her beloved disciple, her aura shifting naturally from authority to tender affection.
“Little You, I give you this Dragon Pearl. Remember to hold it in your mouth when you enter the cycle of reincarnation.”
“Your disciple thanks you, Master. Please also bid farewell to Grandmaster Taiyuan on my behalf! In ten years, I will return to serve both of you.”
With the help of immortal magic, the young ghost’s pure, graceful, and ethereal beauty surpassed even that of celestial beings.
“Taiyuan has returned to the Purple Mansion Mountain, and I will set out tomorrow to patrol the four seas. In ten years, we shall meet again in the East Sea! Go now, the Wheel of Reincarnation waits for no one.”
“Yes, Master. Your disciple takes her leave.”
Tears glistened in her sorrowful eyes. Though their time together had been short, the bond between master and disciple was hard to sever. If not for the laws of heaven, Little You truly did not wish to leave the Dragon Mother.
A judge from the underworld had personally arrived to escort a special soul.
“Dragon Mother, Your Majesty, I have selected the finest family for Miss You to be reborn into. Everything has been arranged as per Your Majesty’s instructions. She will only be given the Mengpo Soup with effects lasting ten years.”
“Good. Convey my thanks to King Yan,” the Dragon Mother nodded in satisfaction. Her noble and graceful silver face turned toward her beloved disciple, her regal aura softening into tender affection.
“My dear Xiao You, take this Dragon Pearl. Remember to hold it in your mouth when you enter the Wheel of Reincarnation!”
“Disciple bows in gratitude to my Master. Please also convey my farewell to Supreme Master Taiyuan!”
With the aid of celestial magic, the young ghost girl’s pure, graceful, and ethereal beauty surpassed even that of heavenly maidens.
The drowsiness on Qiao San’s face vanished instantly, and he asked with a dry laugh, “Sister-in-law, what kind of… joke are you making? Where did you… hear that from?”
“Ah! Still trying to hide it from me and your elder brother? Come to the hall, and you’ll find out!” Qing Niang’s deep, beautiful eyes added a trace of complexity, her gaze tinged with a sourness that left the following man even more bewildered.
Just as Qiao San stepped into the hall, a timid call answered all his doubts, turning the usually wild and bold Qiao San into a statue of wood and clay!
“Benefactor, please accept Twelve Niang’s three bows!”
“Ah, it’s you again!” Qiao San was both amused and exasperated. By the time he recovered from the shock, the buxom girl named Twelve Niang had already risen gracefully, her three bows causing her ample bosom to ripple, disturbing the tranquility of the old house.
“How… how did you find your way here?” Qiao San, still somewhat confident in his agility, asked incredulously, “Can you really distinguish human scents?”
“Yes! I followed the trail of your scent all the way here and happened to meet the early-rising madam!” Twelve Niang’s sharp chin nestled between her towering cleavage, her timid face nearly drowned by the surging waves of her bosom—a truly shy beauty.
“Hmm… even more impressive than a dog’s nose!” Qiao San sighed weakly, realizing that with such a miraculous sense of smell, even his thousand transformations would be useless.
“Third brother, watch your words! Twelve, don’t be upset. Third brother just lacks tact!” Qing Niang, who had followed closely, gently scolded and then tenderly embraced the downcast Twelve Niang, comforting the distressed girl like a sister or mother.
“Yes, yes… it’s my fault! Twelve Niang, what do you plan to…” Qiao San felt a strong sense of foreboding. From the expressions of his elder brother and sister-in-law, he had already vaguely guessed the outcome, but he still held onto a sliver of hope. If an outsider were to stay, wouldn’t that mean fewer opportunities to get close to his sister-in-law?
“Wah… Benefactor, I fled from my hometown to escape a forced marriage by a local tyrant, but then I ended up here… Wah…” Twelve Niang spoke between sobs, and at the mention of her sorrow, the poor orphan girl burst into tears.
“Twelve, don’t cry, don’t cry…”
Qiao San’s heart ached, and the hidden jealousy in Qing Niang’s heart instantly dissipated.
The beautiful woman glared at her brother-in-law. How could she not understand the rogue’s true intentions? Her kind heart had already been bewitched by the ever-changing fox demon. Without waiting for Qiao San’s objection, she declared, “Twelve, from now on, this is your home. I’m often lonely, so stay and keep me company!”
“That’s right! Twelve should stay! Third brother, doing good deeds brings blessings and longevity. How can you bear to see Twelve captured by villains?!”
Qiao Da, who usually focused solely on his studies and paid little attention to worldly affairs, couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of pity upon hearing Twelve Niang’s pitiful sobs. He even lightly scolded his third brother for his heartlessness.
“Master, Madam, Benefactor, please sit. Twelve will go prepare a meal for you!”
The girl in coarse clothes was indeed obedient, willingly offering to serve as a maid in the Qiao household. Qiao San, though unwilling, had no choice but to steal a glance at his sister-in-law and sigh helplessly.
“Twelve, from now on, call me sister. I took a liking to you at first sight!”
Unaware, Qing Niang quickened her pace, her well-proportioned figure walking side by side with the slightly taller Twelve Niang. She smiled and comforted the anxious girl, “Really, I mean every word. Our family doesn’t want servants; we want family. Would you like that?!”
Qiao San’s heart ached, and the hidden jealousy in Qing Niang’s heart instantly dissipated.
The beautiful woman glared at her brother-in-law. How could she not understand the rogue’s true intentions? Her kind heart had already been bewitched by the ever-changing fox demon. Without waiting for Qiao San’s objection, she declared, “Twelve, from now on, this is your home. I’m often lonely, so stay and keep me company!”
“That’s right! Twelve should stay! Third brother, doing good deeds brings blessings and longevity. How can you bear to see Twelve captured by villains?!”
Qiao Da, who usually focused solely on his studies and paid little attention to worldly affairs, couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of pity upon hearing Twelve Niang’s pitiful sobs. He even lightly scolded his third brother for his heartlessness.
“Master, Madam, Benefactor, please sit. Twelve will go prepare a meal for you!”
The girl in coarse clothes was indeed obedient, willingly offering to serve as a maid in the Qiao household. Qiao San, though unwilling, had no choice but to steal a glance at his sister-in-law and sigh helplessly.
“Twelve, from now on, call me sister. I took a liking to you at first sight!”
Unaware, Qing Niang quickened her pace, her well-proportioned figure walking side by side with the slightly taller Twelve Niang. She smiled and comforted the anxious girl, “Really, I mean every word. Our family doesn’t want servants; we want family. Would you like that?!”
Qing Niang grew fonder of the pitiful girl by the minute. The Mystic Fox Technique was truly miraculous—it could enchant men and also knew how to please women!
“Sister?!” Twelve Niang’s delicate face froze in genuine surprise. The fox clan’s intelligence had made her well-read from a young age, but the Qiao family seemed different from the mortals she had imagined.
Oh, no! Qiao San didn’t count—he was a typical human villain—hypocritical, cunning, and lustful!
Hypocritical—a rogue by day, a hero by night. Isn’t that the epitome of “hypocrisy”?
Cunning—pretending to be divine, deceiving superiors and subordinates, utterly “cunning”!
Lustful—this goes without saying. The way he stole glances at her ample bosom was proof enough of his “lustfulness”!
“Giggle, giggle…” At this thought, beneath her shy and cautious exterior, Twelve Niang’s heart was filled with joy.
Recalling what her mother, the Fox Queen, had said, her pitiful eyes closed slightly, and a trace of slyness flashed by. “Indeed, the Ten Yang Body, worthy of the Ten Yang Pearl with its lustful and cunning aura! But don’t think you can escape the control of the Mystic Fox Technique! Hee, hee… It won’t be long before I turn him into the Ten Yin Lord!”
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While the mortal world was in chaos, the East Sea Crystal Palace was filled with the heavy sorrow of parting!
The Underworld Judge personally came to welcome a special soul. “Dragon Mother, I have chosen the best family for Miss You to be reborn into. Everything is arranged according to your instructions. She will only be given a ten-year dose of Meng Po’s Soup!”
“Good! Convey my thanks to King Yama.” The Dragon Mother nodded in satisfaction, her majestic and graceful silver face turning to her beloved disciple, her aura naturally shifting to one of tender affection.
“Little You, I give you this Dragon Pearl. Remember to hold it in your mouth when you enter the cycle of reincarnation!”
“Your disciple kowtows in gratitude, and please bid farewell to Master Taiyuan on my behalf! In ten years, I will return to serve both masters!”
With the help of immortal magic, the young ghost’s pure, graceful, and ethereal beauty even made celestial beings sigh in admiration.
“Taiyuan has returned to Purple Mansion Mountain, and I will set off tomorrow to patrol the four seas. In ten years, we shall meet again in the East Sea! Go now, the Reincarnation Platform waits for no one!”
“Yes, Master, I am leaving!”
Tears glistened in her sorrowful eyes. Though their time together had been short, the bond between master and disciple was hard to sever. If not for the heavenly laws, Little You truly did not wish to leave the Dragon Mother!
“Yes, Master. Your disciple is leaving!”
A glimmer of tearful emotion passed through her sorrowful eyes. Though their time together had been brief, the bond between master and disciple was deep and hard to sever. If not for the celestial laws, Xiao You truly would not have wanted to leave the Dragon Mother!
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