“Ahh… you bad man, don’t… oh… let me… finish what I was saying!”
Qing Niang’s face, as white as jade, flushed crimson from head to toe. Usually indifferent to everything, she continued, “Have you really never seen her true appearance?”
Qiao San felt confused by his sister-in-law’s strange tone and instinctively replied, “Her true appearance? Hehe, actually, I’ve never seen it. I’ll go check her out later. She must be an extraordinary beauty too!”
His laughter, uniquely masculine, was filled with mischief. Anyone could tell just what dirty thoughts were running through his lustful mind.
The women had long grown accustomed to his rascal behavior. Yet this time, even the Fox Queen didn’t laugh along. Qing Niang, in particular, urged anxiously, “Brother San, you mustn’t!”
“What do you mean I mustn’t?!” Drunk with desire, Qiao San didn’t immediately understand. As he was about to ask further, the seductive fox spirit wrapped herself around him, her passionate embrace breaking his train of thought.
“Mmm… Master, you said you wanted me and Shi’er to serve you, didn’t you? Then come… take me…”
Her exquisite breasts pressed tightly against her perfect hips, waves of soft curves undulating sensually. Faced with such a tantalizing sight, how could the rascal possibly focus on anything serious? His body hadn’t even moved, but his eyes had already fixated hungrily on those alluring curves.
A full day and night later, when the women were too exhausted to rise from bed, the fiery toxin inside Qiao San finally dissipated completely.
“Haha… Look at this! Isn’t it amazing?”
True to his reputation as a favored child of heaven and earth, Qiao San not only survived near-death but also gained unexpected fortune. As he opened his mouth, a fireball erupted, obliterating an entire mountain peak. He had cultivated the Samadhi True Fire—several times stronger than ordinary true fire!
“Brother San, it’s time to heal Shuling. She’s in the small pavilion at the western courtyard.”
A faint flicker of emotion passed through Qing Niang’s eyes, her gaze toward the pavilion tinged with memories.
Unfortunately, the rascal was too excited to notice. Teasing the less enthusiastic women, he chuckled, “Heh, heh… Scared by my new ability, huh?”
Pausing briefly, he quickly added before Qing Niang could scold him, “Don’t worry, dear sister-in-law. I’m going to wake Shuling up right now. You don’t need to worry—she’s the spirit of the Ghost Scripture, she’s got plenty of power.”
The moment Qiao San vanished from their sight, the previously subdued women erupted into chatter.
The eighteen fox maidens chirped like excited birds, “Giggle, giggle… Come on, let’s go see! Do you think the Holy Lord will be shocked when he sees Shuling?”
Though slower to move, the Fox Queen and Shi’er shared the same fiery glint in their eyes—typical of the fox clan.
“Don’t be so loud, or the Holy Lord might hear! Giggles…” Gui Ji not only followed them but also grabbed Nü Mei’s wrist.
“I…” Nü Mei hesitated briefly, then finally gave in and followed the crowd.
What had happened to Shuling? And why did the women’s eyes gleam with such suggestive meaning?
Just as the truth was about to be revealed, a graceful figure suddenly blocked the courtyard entrance.
Qing Niang, usually weak in cultivation power, now stood like an insurmountable mountain. Her tone was stern, the most serious they had ever heard: “No one is allowed in. Don’t disturb them. Don’t say a word!”
Each of the women present possessed cultivation power many times greater than Qing Niang’s, yet faced with her rare fury, they instinctively stepped back and obediently dispersed.
Inside the quiet, elegant pavilion, Qiao San suddenly let out a terrified scream. His pupils dilated, then constricted violently, his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. He kept repeating the same motion until finally everything went black, and he collapsed unconscious.
Time passed. Heaven and earth shifted. In a colorful, illusory realm, Qiao San slowly regained consciousness.
Hmm, isn’t this the Ghost Forest? How did I get here?
“Don’t be afraid, my son. Mother will protect you!”
The gentle voice was soft and melodious, yet laced with a tragic undertone. As Qiao San focused, he found his shrunken self nestled in the arms of a graceful noblewoman.
Her dress was torn, revealing glimpses of her mature, tender bosom. Two rosy peaks, quivering with fear, blocked his view.
Taking advantage of a situation was never against the rascal’s principles. Still dazed, he instinctively rubbed his face against her soft, warm flesh, greedily staring before lifting his gaze. At that moment, he made up his mind.
Such a perfect body, such a sweet voice—if he didn’t bring this beauty to his bed, he wouldn’t deserve the name Qiao San, the bold and daring rogue. Even if it was just a dream, he would turn it into a—wet dream, hehe…
“Ahh!” Qiao San indeed saw a face as delicate as a painting, undeniably a peerless beauty. Yet in an instant, his lust vanished like a knife had severed it, his burning passion instantly freezing into icy coldness.
“Mother… Mother…”
Qiao San froze. The world before his eyes began to twist and distort. His usually carefree heart was now tormented by the collision of dreams and reality. Dazedly, he saw his mother take a sword meant for him, then he was struck by a second blow. Then, a red beam of light descended from the sky. Following the red light, a mysterious scripture appeared.
“Sheng’er…”
Only then did Qiao San begin to understand. As he snapped back to reality, he saw his mother’s soul being drawn into the scripture.
His heart wrenched, Qiao San rushed toward his mother, shouting, “Mother—!”
“Oh, Master San, you’re finally awake! You scared me half to death!”
Back in the real world, Qiao San awoke from his nightmare with tears streaming down his face. As he opened his eyes, he heard the echo of his own scream, and saw Shi’er, Qing Niang, and the other women gazing at him with concern.
Qiao San’s eyes slowly swept across the women’s faces. Suddenly, he sprang up like a gust of wind, rushing out of his room, through the courtyard, and into the small pavilion where his mother had once lived.
Was it truly a nightmare, or had he recovered a lost memory? Qiao San’s mind was on the verge of exploding.
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