The woman walked out with a shy expression, but turned back at the door and said, "Holy Maiden, the clan leader wants to see you."
"Okay!" Chi Fei ran out barefoot.
The woman winked at Zhang Fan, her eyes sparkling, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Zhang Fan, come with me."
A glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes; this woman was suspicious.
He followed them discreetly and noticed that all the women were secretly watching him along the way.
It's not just the women who have the problem; the entire Miao village has a problem.
Zhang Fan remained vigilant, but his expression remained impassive.
The old master is in the Miao village. Last time, he concocted a medicine that could temporarily suppress him, so he must be careful.
In fact, Zhang Fan had been wary of Chi Fei ever since they got together, let alone after entering this unfamiliar Miao village, Zhang Fan was even more cautious.
The woman walked ahead, barefoot on the wooden planks, the bells on her slender ankles jingling with her movements.
Her top was very short, revealing her fair and slender waist. When she walked, her waist swayed like a snake.
A strange fragrance wafted over, and Zhang Fan immediately held his breath.
The woman turned around and smiled at Zhang Fan: "Come on, we've been waiting for you."
She reached out and took Zhang Fan's hand, leading him to a wooden building.
This wooden building was quite unusual; it was much larger than Chi Fei's house, and a bonfire was burning in the very center.
A dozen or so women were standing at the door looking around. When they saw Zhang Fan, their faces lit up with smiles. They pulled Zhang Fan inside and immediately closed the door.
Inside the room, a kind of herb was burning, and its smell made one's blood boil.
"Chi Ju, did you drug me?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure he's already taken the medicine. Look, he's already dizzy."
"Little sister, you're really something."
Zhang Fan's legs went weak, his head was spinning, his eyes couldn't focus, and his tongue was tied as he spoke: "What...what exactly do you want to do?"
Chi Ju: "Zhang Fan, don't worry, we won't hurt you. We just want to make you happy."
"Yes, we sisters will serve you together."
Zhang Fan's weak hands kept pushing away the women's hands: "Let me go, if I disappear, Chi Fei will come looking for me."
He didn't know what role Chi Fei played in this matter.
Chi Mei: "Don't worry, she was called away by the clan leader and won't know what's happening now. Just enjoy yourself."
As they spoke, the women reached out and touched Zhang Fan's body, groping him all over.
Zhang Fan's gaze was icy as he unleashed a palm strike: "Then don't blame me for being impolite!"
"ah!"
The women screamed as they flew backward out of the room, smashing open the door and landing on the ground.
Hearing the commotion, Chi Fei tried to leave, but the clan leader shouted sternly, "Chi Fei, I haven't finished speaking, where are you going?"
Chi Fei frowned: "Clan leader, I think I heard Zhang Fan's voice. I wonder if something happened to him. I'll go check on him."
The clan chief said meaningfully, "He is a distinguished guest of the village. No one will harm him. You should stay here patiently."
Then came a series of loud thuds as heavy objects hit the ground.
The clan chief suddenly had a bad feeling, and his expression changed: "You wait here for me, I'll go take a look."
As the clan chief left, leaning on his cane, Chi Fei quietly followed him after he left.
At the same time, Zhang Fan grabbed Chi Ju, who was closest to him, by the neck: "Tell me, what exactly is your purpose?"
Chi Mei exclaimed in surprise, "Zhang Fan, don't kill her! We won't stop you!"
Zhang Fan gently tightened his grip: "Still not going to talk?"
"Speak, I'll talk!"
"The clan chief said we can't say, otherwise the Holy Maiden will be angry. He's already been drugged and will soon lose his mind."
Chi Mei rebuked, "He didn't take any medicine at all!"
Zhang Fan sneered: "Good that you know. If you hadn't told your girlfriends, they would have been killed."
The reason he didn't act immediately was because he could sense that these people didn't intend to kill him.
Chiju: "For the sake of the village, it's okay if I sacrifice myself. Everyone, hang in there."
The two sides reached a stalemate.
"Fellow Daoist, don't be impulsive!" came an old voice.
Zhang Fan looked toward the source of the sound and saw an old man whose age was indiscernible. All he could tell was that the man was very old, with silver-white hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes, and his skin was covered with deep wrinkles.
The other person sat in a wooden wheelchair, exuding an aura of natural divine power.
Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that the other party was also a cultivator. He couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level, which could only mean that the other party's cultivation level was higher than his.
“Old Celestial Master,” Zhang Fan said firmly.
The old celestial master nodded slightly and gave Zhang Fan a cupped-hand salute: "Young fellow Daoist is very clever."
Zhang Fan asked coldly, "What is your purpose?"
The old celestial master said quietly, "Come with me."
As he spoke, the old master turned his wheelchair, the wheels creaking against the wooden planks, and drove away into the distance.
Although the old master's wheel was turning very slowly, it seemed to be on double speed, and it quickly disappeared from sight.
Zhang Fan released Chi Ju and followed her.
After turning several corners, the two walked out of the wooden building and along a mountain path to a small house.
The house was low, only one story, and larger than Chi Fei's.
Zhang Fan walked into the house. There were many rooms, but they were piled with things, taking up almost half of the house, leaving almost no room to stand.
On a worn-out table were many talismans, newly drawn, the cinnabar still wet.
The old master turned his wheelchair to face Zhang Fan and pointed to a chair in the room: "Make yourself at home."
Zhang Fan didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up the teapot on the table, poured two cups of tea, and handed one cup over: "Have some tea."
The old master smiled with satisfaction: "Aren't you afraid I'll poison the water?"
Zhang Fan picked up his teacup, tilted his head back, and drank it down: "I can't beat you, and I can't leave even if you don't drug me."
The old master nodded approvingly: "Indeed, quite clever."
He stared at Zhang Fan for a long time, very satisfied: "A full and broad forehead, a thick life palace, a full brow, deep and bright eyes, a high nose, and full and rosy earlobes are signs of great wealth and nobility."
Zhang Fan looked directly at the other person: "Old Celestial Master, I cannot see through your face."
The old master smiled slightly: "Because I am already a person who deserves to die."
Zhang Fan was puzzled. The old master's gaze was deep, as if he was immersed in memories.
Several hundred years ago, spiritual energy began to thin out, and no matter what methods were used, it could not be stopped from happening. So these Taoist sects decided to relocate and find a place with abundant spiritual energy.
They moved to a place, but soon discovered that the spiritual energy was becoming increasingly diluted over time, so they had no choice but to continue moving.
After moving several times in a row, the number of people in the sect dwindled, and some began to despair. The immense torment caused their mentality to change...
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