As night deepened, a bright moon hung high in the inky sky, casting its cool light upon the ancient and mysterious Black Mountain.

Inside a simple thatched hut, Huang Sanlang, the Huang family's immortal, was numbly washing a woman's feet.

Huang Sanlang was short in stature, but he exuded a lively and agile aura.

His pointed ears stood up, and his narrow eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

The yellow fur coat he wore shimmered in the moonlight, seemingly blending into the surrounding night.

His movements were mechanical and stiff, as if they were not his own voluntary actions.

This woman's name was Cui Niang; she was beautiful but had a somewhat mean-spirited air about her.

She leaned back in her chair, looking at Huang Sanlang with a cold gaze, and occasionally muttering dissatisfied remarks.

Huang Sanlang's heart was filled with contradictions and helplessness.

He was originally a fox spirit of the Ma family, freely roaming the Black Mountain and enjoying the benefits brought by the Ma family.

However, the three members of the Ma family went on a mission these past few days, and by chance, he was captured by Cui Niang.

Cui Niang somehow learned of Huang Xian's miraculous abilities, and through coercion and enticement, she made Huang Sanlang work for her.

Huang Sanlang; "…………………………"

Where did I come from? Does living a life of idleness and waiting to die count as such?

Although Huang Sanlang was quite capable, he still found it difficult to break free from Cui Niang's control.

He secretly lamented his mistake, regretting his carelessness at the time. In this daily torment, his mind gradually became numb.

Cui Niang looked at Huang Sanlang, a smug smile playing on her lips.

She knew Huang Xian's abilities well, and it was precisely because of him that she had gained many benefits in Black Mountain.

She thought to herself that as long as she kept Huang Sanlang firmly under control, she could live a life of luxury and wealth in Heishan.

Huang Sanlang stirred the water with his hands, feeling the changes in water temperature.

His thoughts drifted back to the days he spent in the Ma family.

At that time, he was incredibly powerful, watching his children and grandchildren play together, chasing birds in the forest and picking fresh fruit.

What carefree days those were! But now, I'm trapped in this little hut, serving a greedy woman.

He secretly glanced at Cui Niang's expression, trying to find a flaw so he could escape her control.

However, Cui Niang's eyes remained wary, preventing him from making any rash moves.

I wonder when Fairy Ma and the others will return.

As the night deepened, a gentle breeze blew in through the window, bringing a touch of coolness.

Huang Sanlang couldn't help but shiver, and the sorrow in his heart grew even stronger.

He didn't know when this would end, or whether he would ever have a chance to regain his freedom.

Just as Huang Sanlang was deep in thought, Cui Niang suddenly spoke up: "Huang Sanlang, you'd better wash me properly, or you'll be in big trouble!" Her sharp and shrill voice broke the silence of the night.

Huang Sanlang hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, I dare not be negligent." He quickened his pace, but his heart was filled with resentment.

You just wait, you still dare to be arrogant in Black Mountain? He just needs to wait until Fairy Ma and the others come back.

Just then, the cry of the Night Goddess came from outside the window, the sound sounding particularly eerie in the quiet night.

Huang Sanlang's heart stirred; he remembered the great terrors in the mountains.

In his memory, whenever Yewazi called out, it meant that something unusual was about to happen.

He prayed silently, hoping this would be a turning point, an opportunity for him to get out of his predicament.

However, reality remains harsh.

Cui Niang was completely unaware of the commotion outside; she remained immersed in her own fantasies, imagining a wonderful future.

Huang Sanlang's hands had turned white from being soaked for so long, but he dared not stop for a moment.

He knew that if he angered Cui Niang, the consequences would be unimaginable, so he decided to live as long as possible!

Time passed by, and Huang Sanlang's body gradually became exhausted.

But he still mustered his strength and continued to wash Cui Niang's feet.

Finally, Cui Niang stood up with satisfaction, waved her hand, and signaled Huang Sanlang that he could leave.

Huang Sanlang felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly stepped aside. He watched Cui Niang turn and walk into the inner room of the thatched hut, and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he knew that this was only a temporary relief, and tomorrow would bring the same torment again.

Huang Sanlang quietly walked to the window and looked at the moon in the sky. The bright moon still hung high, as if silently watching over everything in the world.

He secretly vowed to himself that he must find an opportunity to break free from Cui Niang's control and return to the Ma family.

As the night deepened, Huang Sanlang lay in a corner, lost in thought. He recalled the magic he had once practiced, those wondrous abilities now bound by Cui Niang's restraints.

He closed his eyes, trying hard to recall the incantations and key points of each spell, hoping to find a way to break the imprisonment.

After an unknown amount of time, Huang Sanlang gradually fell asleep from exhaustion. In his dream, Ma Xianzi and the others returned and beat the ignorant Cui Niang half to death. His laughter echoed throughout the valley in his dream.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the thatched hut, Huang Sanlang was awakened by Cui Niang's calls.

A new day began, and he reluctantly got up to continue the endless torment.

Huang Sanlang thought that life would continue like this day after day, but he never gave up looking for a chance to escape.

Finally, today, he found himself with an opportunity. Huang Sanlang noticed that Cui Niang's vigilance had lowered. Taking advantage of Cui Niang's deep sleep, he used his long-hidden magic and successfully broke the restraints.

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