Chapter 1194 is here.

Song Chunxue never expected that the male fox spirit Han Mo mentioned was actually a sword cultivator.

Han Mo, that scoundrel, actually made arrangements with the male vixen beforehand, arranging for someone to pick them up and take them to their territory as guests.

Ha, ha, she really couldn't understand how this snake spirit was thinking.

Should we praise him for his magnanimity, or say that he holds a grudge but can still endure it?

As soon as they stepped out of the city gate, they saw a group of people dressed neatly and in an orderly line, driving a carriage and leading horses, welcoming them in a very formal manner.

Han Mo walked forward and asked with a smile, "Did your mountain bandit send you to pick me up?"

"Yes, Young Master Han, we were delighted to hear that you were coming to visit with your friends. Our King was very pleased and instructed us to make all the necessary preparations and wait for your arrival. This way, please."

Listening to their pleasantries, Song Chunxue was a little worried. Could they have been betrayed by this kid?

Once seated in the carriage, Song Chunxue gave Changfeng and Changyun some instructions, telling them to be vigilant when they arrived at the other person's mountain and to call Wuyou immediately if there was any disturbance.

“Yes, we’ve taken note of Master,” Changfeng said, “but I don’t think Han Mo is the type to trust people easily. Perhaps they really are old acquaintances, and the story about him stealing a woman is just a lie to you.”

Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Regardless of why Han Mo wanted to take them to see his old friend, Song Chunxue felt uneasy.

But there was one more thing that Song Chunxue cared about most.

"Changfeng, how old are you this year?"

When Changfeng suddenly heard his master speak like that, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Master, I'm twenty-five this year." He suddenly sat up straight. "Master, are you perhaps thinking of arranging a marriage for me?"

Song Chunxue paused for a moment. "Yes, for an ordinary child, you should have been engaged by now, but in this kind of situation, your family is the most suitable. What I want to ask is, don't you want to go back and take back everything that's yours?"

Changfeng is no ordinary person; she knows that his family has been urging him to get married for the past few years.

Changfeng has not cut off contact with his family in the past two years, and he has even selected suitable talents for his hometown.

“Master, I don’t want to go back. It’s good to stay with you all.” He looked down at his toes and unconsciously stroked the top of his shoe. “If I go back, all my cultivation will have been for nothing.”

Changyun remained silent. He knew Changfeng's background and naturally knew that their struggle for status was even more brutal.

"Fine, if you find someone more suitable, you don't have to go back." Song Chunxue looked at Changyun, "What about you?"

"What? I don't have any family anymore. I'll just follow my master to cultivate." Changfeng laughed heartlessly as he said this. "I know my master definitely wants to find us wives. He would definitely try to match us up if there are any suitable female cultivators, but unfortunately there aren't any."

That's true, there are very few girls who practice cultivation.

Girls that ordinary families couldn't afford to raise were either sold or given as child brides. Those who valued their daughters would choose a suitable husband for them to marry and have children; they wouldn't let them practice Buddhism.

Perhaps it's because she's gotten this old, but now she really wants her apprentice to have a romantic and unforgettable love affair.

Unfortunately, this is difficult.

The carriage stopped shortly afterward.

After getting off the bus, they saw an inconspicuous mountain village.

But as the carriage entered the mountain gate, everything changed.

The crowd gasped in surprise.

"Wow, what magnificent city walls! This isn't just a mountain stronghold, it's a city, practically a small country!" Tu Dan'er exclaimed in admiration. "These colorful vines everywhere, it must have taken many years to grow!"

“That’s right, it’s been almost a thousand years,” Han Mo said, crossing his arms. “Why hasn’t the Lion King arrived yet?”

Changfeng asked in surprise, "Are you talking about the lion spirit?"

"Shh~" Han Mo lowered his voice, "Don't let him hear, or he'll hit you."

"Hmph, I've already heard it."

A handsome man in full armor with blond hair appeared before them. He had a short, meticulously trimmed beard, and his tall stature forced them to look up at him.

"Oh my, another woman has come today, and a powerful swordswoman at that!" The man couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw Song Chunxue. "Brother Han, did you bring her here to exchange for the little beauty?"

Changfeng, Changyun, and Tudan all stared at Han Mo with fierce eyes, as if they would rush up and skin him alive if he dared to say a single word.

"How could that be? This is my father's junior apprentice. I brought them here today to broaden their horizons. Besides, she is a very skilled swordsman. She just wanted to spar with you." Han Mo laughed heartily, with the cunning of a fairy. "Moreover, I haven't been thinking about that little beauty for a long time."

"Is that so?" The blond man walked up to Song Chunxue. "May I ask your surname? You are a mortal, right? What level of cultivation have you reached?"

"My surname is Song," Song Chunxue replied casually, "and I don't know what level of cultivation I'm talking about."

He stared into Song Chunxue's eyes, then suddenly smiled. His sharp canine teeth reminded Song Chunxue of a lion eating its prey.

Although I've never seen it, it must be very ferocious.

Moreover, he's so tall that it strains your neck to look into his eyes.

But in this initial encounter, she couldn't look away, so she stared back into his eyes.

Not sensing any aggression from him, Song Chunxue remained completely unmoved.

I just felt that lions must be quite arrogant and look down on them, these mortals.

I wonder if Han Mo is reliable or not. Maybe he's just delivering food to someone else.

Since we're already here, if we can't win, we might as well run away.

How old are you this year?

The next moment, Song Chunxue heard a childish question coming from above her head.

She couldn't help but look at Han Mo, wondering what he meant by checking if her flesh was old.

“Nothing else, he just thinks you’re quite young. After all, we’re all ancient beings who’ve been around for hundreds or even thousands of years. No matter how old you feel, you’re not as good as us.” Han Mo explained earnestly, “His surname is Zhou, and the people below call him King Zhou.”

"Yes, I'm almost fifty." Song Chunxue looked away and glanced around; she didn't like making small talk with people these days.

"Let's go, I won't ask anymore. Let's go get something to eat first. We can't let everyone talk on an empty stomach." He pointed to the smooth stone steps. "The feast is ready, please follow me."

Tu Dan'er walked up to Han Mo and whispered, "You're not planning to sell us off as food, are you?"

"Will my father let me off if he finds out?" Han Mo put his arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry, you are disciples of the Moon-Accompanying Immortal. He wouldn't dare to do that."

Tu Dan'er felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't deny that the people on this mountain would use people as food.

Changyun followed closely behind Song Chunxue, stepping on her heels several times.

"Didn't you say he was a male fox spirit?"

Han Mo covered his mouth and chuckled, "You'll see him soon enough."

They sat down in a magnificent hall with a high dome built by skilled craftsmen, featuring stained-glass openings that let in a dazzling array of colors as sunlight streamed through.

Han Mo exchanged pleasantries with King Zhou, and soon another man came out. Song Chunxue recognized him by his alluring and seductive eyes as the male fox spirit Han Mo had mentioned.