Wait a minute, where is my master?

Near the Ice Spring.

The Third Elder, Yan Meishan, had already removed the black veil from her face and changed into clothes similar to those she wore back in the Qingmu Secret Realm.

However, she was now using her true appearance.

A face with a cool outline, delicate features, but with a hint of allure in the corners of her eyes.

This face was many times more beautiful than that of Nie Yaner.

She was confident that with this face, she would surely bewitch the naive student from Qingmu Academy, making him utterly devoted and submissively loyal to her.

At the moment, the Third Elder was slumped on the ground, with tears at the corners of her eyes and her teeth delicately biting her lip.

Her robe was stained with dust and even tore slightly at a few crucial spots, revealing quite a lot of her milky-white skin.

And around such a seductive Yan Meishan, there encircled four men with hollow and numb expressions in their eyes.

Leading the group were two bearded, burly men and a tall, thin man on the right who had initially intended to misbehave. The unfortunate fellow on the left, who looked plain and somewhat naive, was their oldest brother.

He had planned to meet his three brothers at Youren Island, but ended up waiting in vain.

Bored, he decided to take a walk outside the city to clear his mind.

And then...

He reunited with his brothers.

He also "gloriously" became a part of Yan Meishan's heroic rescue plan.

"You four, make sure to act convincingly later. Mr. Yao has already reached the foot of the mountain. If something goes wrong later, forget about getting the poison in your bodies cured," she said.

The cold, haughty voice suddenly rose, forming a stark contrast with the pitiable appearance of the Third Elder on the ground.

The four men numbly nodded, ignoring the pitiful scene before them.

The peeks of milky-white skin that the Third Elder purposefully revealed to garner Yao Qinxiao's sympathy were as if non-existent to them.

"We'll do exactly as we practiced. We hope you will keep your promise then," said the plainly looking big brother on the right, perhaps feeling that merely nodding was disrespectful.

As he spoke, he glared resentfully at his three brothers, his numb eyes briefly flaring with anger before extinguishing once more.

Seeing the big brother speak up, the remaining three also voiced their agreement.

But they all seemed listless.

Heaven knows what these four had gone through in the past three days.

The Tiannan Four Ghosts, considering themselves significant villains in the East Sea, felt utterly dwarfed in front of Yan Meishan, like wildcats facing a tiger or sparrows facing an eagle.

On the first day, when they heard what the Third Elder wanted them to do, they found it somewhat amusing. The second oldest, known for his audacity, even harbored the ridiculous thought of possibly taking advantage during the practice.

But then a nightmare began.

Whenever there was dissatisfaction with the practice, or anything went wrong, Yan Meishan would immediately use her Bewitching Technique, sending the offender into a terrifying illusion as punishment.

As for the content of the punishment...

"Ugh—"

It was nothing spectacular, just a group of women looking about eighty or ninety years old lunging at you.

And you, completely immobile in the illusion, could only let them have their way.

Can you imagine a toothless older woman on your neck...

"Ugh—"

After three days, the Tiannan Four Ghosts felt they were almost turning into Tiannan Four Impotents.

Seeing the four men still lacking any zest, the Third Elder's brow furrowed slightly.

There were no signs of lascivious villains in their half-dead manner.

"If they look like this, even if they had practiced well before, Mr. Yao might notice something is off when he arrives. No, I still need to use some means," she thought.

With that thought, Yan Meishan conjured a pink aura in her hand. The aura split into four and entered directly into the foreheads of the four men.

The breathing of the Tiannan Four Ghosts thickened instantly as the aura entered them, and their eyes began to redden.

The hollow and numb looks gradually dissipated, being overtaken by something called desire.

However, this effect lasted for less than three breaths.

Three of the Four Ghosts, seemingly having thought of something, had their breathing return to normal, and their eyes reverted to being numb and empty.

Only that tall and thin man continued to maintain his excited state.

"Ha, it seems this three-day illusion has really worn out the little fellows. We need to increase the dosage."

Yan Meishan snorted coldly in her heart, then shot a pink mist toward the foreheads of the three men.

Immediately, all of the Tiannan Four Ghosts entered the state.

Meanwhile, Yao Qinxiao was also quickly approaching this location.

...

"Help — what do you want to do! Don't come over!"

On the mountain path, Mr. Yao, clutching a handkerchief tightly in his hand, suddenly heard a faint cry for help.

The voice sounded unfamiliar, and it was not like Nie Yaner, whom he had been longing for.

But as a disciple of Qingmu Academy, Yao Qinxiao certainly wouldn´t ignore someone in danger.

So he spread his Spiritual Sense to clear the way and gently tapped the ground with his feet to move forward using the Flying Escape Skill, while simultaneously summoning his peach blossom pen box.

"Scoundrel! Let go of me, help!"

Underneath a large tree near the Ice Spring, a Qing Gang Sword was broken in half and had fallen to the side.

Yan Meishan, with a resentful expression, cried out loudly with her lips pursed. At that moment, her hands were caught by a plain-looking man, and her body was struggling fiercely, the snowy scenery making the man's eyes somewhat glazed over.

Around her, three other men laughing lewdly, their eyes bloodshot, gasped heavily as they slowly surrounded her.

"Swoosh!"

A purple brush pen flew through the air, aiming straight for the back of the man gripping her.

Sensing the strong wind from behind and knowing already that someone was coming to attack, the eldest of the Tiannan Four Ghosts timely let go of his grip and leaped to the side.

He then took out a yin banner adorned with red powder skulls from his storage ring and shouted, "Who dares to interfere with the good deeds of the Tiannan Four Ghosts!"

This Skull Banner was not actually his original Magic Artifact, but rather something Yan Meishan had given him to refine during rehearsal.

This object could summon some weak spirits, but its primary function was to arouse the deepest desires of people.

The Third Elder, taking into account Mr. Yao's performance in the Qingmu Secret Realm, knew that aside from being a gentleman, the other was still inexperienced. Normally, without external interference, the two of them might have to wait until they became formally engaged before they could enjoy the joys of intimacy.

Yan Meishan, although wanting to play something different, clearly did not have that much patience.

So she intended to take advantage of this heroic rescue opportunity to settle the matter in passing.

"Qingmu Academy, Yao Qinxiao!"

Mr. Yao, clearly not wanting to waste words with the opponent, announced his name and then lightly touched his pen box with his right hand.

Several differently colored brushes flew out, each aiming at the four men.

The plain-looking man saw this and, holding the Red Powder Skull Banner, gently waved it, then leaped to dodge the purple brush pen that had turned back from in front of the Third Elder and attacked again.

He and Yao Qinxiao were both at the level of Void Refinement Realm, so he seemed slightly more adept at handling the situation.

But his remaining three brothers, two Golden Cores and one Nascent Soul.

They had it much worse.

The three men took out the Array Plates the Third Elder had prepared for them, barely resisting a few attacks, then one of them, a burly man with a goatee, was the first to have his life extinguished by a jade brush piercing through his chest.

"Youngest brother!"

"Third junior brother!"

"Third brother!"

The men cried out in shock.

Mr. Yao, however, continued to control the brushes to attack them.

While operating the Magic Artifact, he took the opportunity to glance under the tree at the Third Elder, who sat collapsed on the ground, making a pitiful scene.

Upon realizing that it was not Nie Yaner he knew.

A hint of disappointment inevitably flashed through his eyes.

...

Meanwhile, the three Taoists had also already arrived at the foot of the small mountain.