“I think there must be some misunderstanding between us.”
“Is that so?”
“Exactly. Fate brought us together; there’s no need to be so tense.”
“I actually find this kind of interaction quite enjoyable. What’s wrong? Don’t you like it, young master?”
“I do, of course I do.”
“It’s just… a bit uneasy.”
In the dim cave, Limuqun’s Spiritual Power was sealed, bound tightly like a wrapped dumpling, writhing helplessly on the ground.
Recalling the fish trap that had backfired moments ago, he gave a bitter smile.
Is this the fate of a loser?
Is this the punishment for arrogance?
Chen Xiuxiu, no, Chen Daoyou.
If only time could rewind, he would choose to learn patience.
Beside him lay the body of Chen Daoyou, warm blood soaking Limuqun’s cheek.
How sweet… Chen Daoyou’s blood sugar must be high.
His gaze flicked back to half an hour earlier.
After effortlessly taking down the two men, the beast had turned to the already fainted Chen Rubai and began ripping out his organs, finally finding the pebble-sized Dantian within his body.
“Crack!”
Before Limuqun’s horrified eyes, she swallowed the Dantian whole, chewing it as if it were roasted beans, enjoying every bite.
As she ate, she occasionally commented:
“This person’s cultivation is shallow, and the Dantian is so tiny—he wouldn’t even qualify as an appetizer.”
Damn Hannibal!
But the good news was, after finishing Chen Rubai’s Dantian, she didn’t immediately rip out Limuqun’s organs but instead sealed his Spiritual Power and bound him.
The bad news was, according to this Purple Mansion beast, he was the Main Course of her banquet and needed to be prepared carefully.
Limuqun, you’ve truly made it—being invited to dine as a Purple Mansion Upper Cultivator’s feast.
But he refused to give up.
Not until the very end would he surrender!
The tide would turn!
Screaming “flipped, flipped,” Limuqun was disdainfully flipped over by the beast.
Face down this time.
Returning to the present.
Limuqun was fully aware he could never break the beast’s seal.
Time ticked away as that enchanting figure swayed before him again, molding a stone dining table inside the cave and setting it with diamond-studded, gilded cutlery.
“Oh, I forgot to ask, young master.” The beast smiled charmingly, her fox-shaped eyes seemingly laced with hypnotic power. “How would you like to be cooked? Deep-fried? Steamed, boiled, or braised?”
“But I most recommend barbecue—cut the limbs into skewers, grill over high heat, then sprinkle with spices. Juicy meat bursting with fragrance, perfect for a handsome youth like you.”
Wait, this isn’t right.
The Lower Cultivators were being ripped apart alive, yet I’m getting gourmet treatment?
Is this discrimination because of cultivation level?
Where’s the justice?
Seeming to sense Limuqun’s indignation and confusion, her delicate hand lightly patted his cheek.
“The Qi Refining cultivators all carry venereal diseases; they’re filthy beyond edible.”
“But young master, you’re different. Pure Yang not yet leaked, no bad habits—your body is extraordinarily clean. The moment I saw you, I was drooling.”
“So don’t envy those useless ones; my heart belongs only to you.”
Heart now, stomach soon.
Limuqun wanted to cry but had no tears.
He thought back to his twenty-eight years since transmigrating—studying hard, cultivating sincerely, living honestly, never drinking, never smoking, never even holding a beautiful female cultivator’s hand.
And this was his “quarantine-approved” fate.
The cultivation world was truly ruthless.
“Alright, alright, young master, behave.” The beast poured a bowl of pitch-black liquid from somewhere into Limuqun’s mouth.
So salty! So spicy! So sour!
What is this? Even Wu Dalang’s medicine wasn’t this horrible.
Having done all this, the beast sat directly in front of Limuqun, bending down to press her full jade breasts into flattened patties and locked eyes with him.
“Now we just wait a little while. The more thoroughly marinated inside and out, the more delicious it will be when roasted.”
Such a connoisseur.
But having keenly noticed the beast’s fondness for eating, Limuqun formed a bold plan in his mind.
Since ancient times, the way to conquer the powerful is to cater to their likes—simple!
Suppressing the foul taste, he said to the beast:
“A Lower Cultivator fortunate enough to become a lord’s ingredient should count themselves lucky. But I’m curious—what kind of demon are you among the monster clans, that you’re so… stunningly beautiful?”
“Heh, young master has a silver tongue.” The beast smiled coyly, the waves at her chest nearly mesmerizing him. “What do you think my true form is?”
Ahem, considering the life-and-death moment, Limuqun forced his gaze away and guessed:
“You’re young, highly cultivated… Could it be the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan?”
“Do I look like that?” She swayed her waist, the forbidden springs reflecting delicate light right in front of Limuqun.
“No, no, not at all.” Struggling to hold back a nosebleed, he pressed on. “Then, your figure is plump and regal. Are you the Dark Expanse Phoenix Bird?”
“You’re so naughty! I don’t have that many feathers.” The beast deliberately flicked her skirt aside, revealing a patch of smooth white skin deep on her thigh.
Just as Limuqun was about to bend his head for a closer look, she laughed and gently pressed him back down.
“Enough, three times is enough. I’ll give you one more chance.”
“Ah?” Limuqun wanted to argue, but her eyes told him clearly: You have no right to deny.
“Fine, one chance it is.”
Concentrating, Limuqun rapidly scanned his memories.
Wailing inwardly, “Why didn’t I read more books sooner?”
Told myself to read more, but only focused on cultivation. Now I regret it.
The beast studied him with interest, her sweet scent dizzying him.
How can there still be a sideline here? What’s that smell? It’s enough to rot a person.
Wait—smell?
Exactly, smell!
No matter how powerful a demon is, before fully transforming into a Golden Core, they can’t erase their demonic nature.
Some strong-blooded demon species deliberately keep their demonic traits for combat advantage.
For example, the Eastern Sea Dragon Clan hardens their scales into an invincible armor.
That scent—the beast’s every smile and frown was enchanting, utterly lacking any beast-like trace, only this scent betrayed her.
Recalling an unpleasant zoo visit in his past life, Limuqun timidly asked:
“Are you… a Fox Clan descendant?”
In a swoosh, the cave seemed to grow colder; the beast’s confident smile shifted to a cold, questioning look.
“How did you guess? I’ve been in human form for a long time. Few know this secret.”
Of course, from your fox stench, Limuqun scrambled for words.
“You have those seductive fox eyes, young master had no other clue, so I guessed wildly.”
“You guessed right.” The beast’s expression softened slightly. “Since you’re dying anyway, it doesn’t hurt to tell you.”
“I am a Qingqiu Fox Clan Descendant, once known in the human world as the ‘Qingqiu Fox Girl,’ Zuo Qiu Li.”
Just waiting for you to say that: it doesn’t hurt to tell you.
System! Show me the interest entries for Qingqiu Fox Girl Zuo Qiu Li!