Tu Longjian nodded with a smile and pulled his hand back into his sleeve.

She wanted to see what this scholar was capable of, but she was not afraid; she would deal with whatever came her way.

With a scholar taking the lead, he wouldn't need to explain that he could see the aftershocks of the formation, which would make everyone more convinced.

The scholar took out a somewhat old-fashioned triangular hollowed-out talisman from his sleeve and cast a spell to point it at the sky.

A flash of blue light appeared, and tiny, intricate ripples slowly emerged in the azure sky.

Although the cultivators did not understand formations, they often saw similar patterns in their own sect's protective formations and were already quite convinced.

The scholar was somewhat pleased. He looked towards Tu Longjian, but instead of seeing the female cultivator's joyful and grateful expression, he was given a half-smile, her eyes seemingly containing a warning.

For some reason, even though the female cultivator's cultivation level was lower than his, he inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat.

Looking again, Tu Longjian was already smiling at him, her red lips slightly parted, "Fellow Daoist, why are you looking at me?"

Upon hearing this, Gan Xiuming looked up alertly, glaring at the scholar with displeasure. How annoying! Why is he looking at his Xiangxiang?

Feng Tianhe narrowed his eyes, but dared not leave the spot his sister had designated. He could only glare at the scholar with hatred, wishing he could gouge out his pig eyes.

Dai Qing's aura suddenly hardened, and he fixed his wolf-like gaze on the scholar. "Do you want to be sold too?!"

What are you all talking about? The scholar didn't understand why these three men were staring at him so intently. He was just face-blind and wanted to recognize their faces, so he took a few extra glances.

The scholar, enduring several stares, wiped the thin layer of sweat from his brow.

His lean waist, exposed by the action of wiping away sweat, revealed a unique charm, making him appear like a willow branch in the spring breeze.

Tu Longjian looked at him, his eyes deepening.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next I will show you the images from the illusion, hoping to confirm this matter."

The scholar channeled a blue spiritual energy onto the array detector, and several blurry figures slowly appeared on the water ripples in the sky.

Daiqing and Nachin's figures appeared in the illusion. He was awakened by his sister and pulled out of his frenzy.

Then, the two seemed to want to leave the area, but were bounced back by an unseen obstacle.

The scholar explained at the opportune moment: "Look, this is the illusion barrier."

The cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment. The array barrier could indeed hinder people's progress, so there was no doubt that an array was present here.

The illusion continued, revealing Tu Longjian's figure sitting quietly in meditation, seemingly undisturbed by the illusion.

Tu Longjian was a little shy, and slowly explained, "I was asleep, so I didn't fall into the illusion."

"Pfft!" A cultivator spat out saliva and laughed heartily.

"This fairy is hilarious! Treasures are everywhere, and she can still fall asleep after witnessing such a blood-pumping scene!"

"She looks so frail and delicate, it's hard to believe she could withstand the illusion that everyone else couldn't. It seems the only explanation is that she's asleep. I believe her."

"I believe in her too. Although she seems a bit silly, she's quite cute and my type..."

Gan Xiuming couldn't help but chuckle, and deliberately patted Tu Longjian on the shoulder, while glancing at Dai Qing and the scholar out of the corner of his eye.

"Xiangxiang, you're so absent-minded. Luckily I'm here, or you wouldn't even know you've been eaten by wolves."

"Yes, yes, it's good that you're here." Tu Longjian replied casually.

But the next scene was so shocking that it instantly silenced the joyful atmosphere.

A clear and melodious voice entered everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"Fairy of the Central Plains, may we cultivate together?"

It was Dai Qing's voice!

Because he was not used to the Central Plains language, his tone was a bit strange, and since he had just spoken, it was easy to recognize him.

In the scene, Dai Qing's abs are getting closer and closer to Tu Longjian, who is sitting quietly.

*Snap!* The scholar quickly shut down the illusion, a faint blush appearing on his fair and delicate face.

"Ahem, it can be proven that what Fairy Chunxiang said is true, the illusion does indeed exist."

The cultivators looked at the handprint on Dai Qing's chest and exchanged knowing glances, realizing what had happened.

They were wondering why there was a handprint on the foreigner's chest, but no one dared to ask, as their minds weren't on it at the time.

Dai Qing blushed like an apple and waved her hand shyly at everyone, explaining, "No, I just misspoke."

"I thought dual cultivation was a wedding ceremony, I didn't know that."

The cultivators nodded with obvious curiosity, exchanging knowing glances with expressions of smug satisfaction.

Even if it's not a dual cultivation, it's still a marriage proposal, so what's the difference? People from other lands are still quite unrestrained, huh?

Gan Xiuming was absolutely furious. His eyes were red, and he jumped out to glare at Dai Qing, "You mistress!"

"Do you even know that Xiangxiang is my future Daoist partner? You are utterly shameless! You are an eyesore!"

"I'm going to tear your pectoral muscles apart, then let's see how you'll seduce women!"

After saying that, he lunged forward, baring his teeth and claws, ready to tear the other person's chest muscles and face apart.

Tu Longjian realized something was wrong; he feared that the passion poison in Gan Xiuming's body had flared up again under the stimulation, which was why he had lost his composure like this.

She rushed over and grabbed Gan Xiuming by the back of his collar, saying softly, "Xiuming, come back. Nothing happened between us."

Her gentle words seemed to have a magical power; under the control of the love poison, Gan Xiuming's eyes became dazed.

He obediently turned around, looking aggrieved, and said, "Isn't one enough for you? Don't look for anyone else, okay?"

Tu Longjian tugged at his sleeve and said gently with a smile, "Of course it's just you. Don't be suspicious."

Several cultivators sighed. Why do beauties always have partners? This man doesn't look like much either. He's all show and no substance.

“Alright, it’s time to keep our promise.” Tu Longjian spoke, drawing everyone’s attention to Yan Ying.

Yan Ying's figure seemed to freeze, standing there in a daze.

He had actually wanted to run away earlier, but when he thought about the oath he had made to Heaven, he didn't dare to run.

"Wait!" he persisted, pointing out a crucial detail, "How did the illusion disappear?"

Dai Qing, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward and said with displeasure, "I chased them away, so what?"

Nachin echoed her elder brother, "That's right, that's right. We can use secret medicine to save you, so driving away an illusion is a piece of cake, isn't it?"

Although the two were a bit naive, they weren't stupid. Seeing Tu Longjian pretending to be weak, they took on the role of driving away the illusion.

"I see. Thank you both, warriors from another realm." The cultivators bowed in greeting.

Yan Ying's facial muscles twitched violently. He trembled as he pulled out his storage bag, which Gan Xiuming snatched away and handed to Tu Longjian.

He still seemed to be under the influence of the love potion, and said with a fawning smile, "Xiangxiang, here you go."