Over the years, Nie Xiaoqian has been forced by the thousand-year-old tree demon to seduce men. Perhaps she did not have sex with other men before meeting Ning Caichen, but she did a lot of kissing and touching.
For example, in the original story, in order to seduce Xiahou the swordsman, she was taken advantage of by him quite a few times.
No matter how beautiful Xiaoqian is, Wang Xuan becomes bored just thinking about how she has been taken advantage of by countless men. He'd rather leave that huge green hat to Ning Caichen.
"I wonder if this unorthodox soul-controlling technique is any good." Wang Xuan picked up Nie Xiaoqian's puppet and poured his true energy into it.
The doll emitted a faint light, which disappeared the next moment, as if nothing had happened.
Wang Xuan was not in a hurry; he simply waited quietly.
The spell he used was called Soul Control, which was said to have been created by a great shaman in a mysterious realm of supernatural powers in ancient times. It was specifically used to control other people's souls and was a genuine form of witchcraft!
About fifteen minutes later, the door to the room where Wang Xuan was suddenly opened, and a woman in white with a cold and elegant demeanor floated in from outside.
Her appearance was exactly the same as the puppet in Wang Xuan's hand, and her feet were three inches off the ground. She was not walking but floating. She was undoubtedly the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian!
Wang Xuan wasted a lot of time, and before he knew it, the sun had already set, which is why Nie Xiaoqian was able to arrive here.
"Xiaoqian, I've been waiting for you for so long!" When Wang Xuan saw Nie Xiaoqian in person, he was once again amazed and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Nie Xiaoqian looked at Wang Xuan with great vigilance, and said in a tearful tone, "Young master, who exactly are you? What have you done to me?"
Wang Xuan did not answer immediately, but instead used his Golden Eyes of Luck to observe Nie Xiaoqian's Luck.
A deep blue pillar of fortune shot out from the top of Nie Xiaoqian's head, surrounded by a faint layer of white fortune that covered her blue natal chart.
Not only that, but a small, fiery red bird was flapping its wings and flying beside her deep blue natal aura.
"A little red bird?" Wang Xuan was immediately taken aback: "A carp transforms into a dragon, a red bird into a phoenix, this Nie Xiaoqian actually possesses the qualities of a phoenix!"
Once Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen are united, it will be an auspicious union, and the fortunes of both of them will begin to flourish!
"Ning Caichen is indeed the son of the world. He has the destiny of a dragon, and Nie Xiaoqian, whom he has hooked up with, has the destiny of a phoenix. In the future, he will also have Yan Chixia and Zhuge Wolong, one a scholar and the other a warrior, to assist him. Moreover, he has become the son-in-law of Fu Tianchou, the current Minister of the court. He has people protecting him in the court."
Some things don't seem so serious if you don't examine them closely, but if you do delve deeper, they become quite alarming.
"Young master, that person in your hand seems very important to me. Could you give it to me? I, Xiaoqian, will repay your kindness even if I have to be your slave in my next life." Just as Wang Xuan was lost in thought, Nie Xiaoqian looked pitifully at the doll in Wang Xuan's hand.
This doll was used by Wang Xuan to control Nie Xiaoqian, so naturally he wouldn't hand it over. He said to Nie Xiaoqian with a playful expression, "You don't need to play any tricks anymore. To tell you the truth, your life and death are now entirely in my hands. From now on, just listen to me obediently, and I will definitely not treat you unfairly."
"Is that so?" Nie Xiaoqian's face was full of sorrow, but she had only spoken halfway when she suddenly pounced on Wang Xuan and grabbed the doll.
"You really are a drama queen. But with your meager skills, you think you can just snatch her from me?" Wang Xuan rolled his eyes, casually slapped his hand forward, and Nie Xiaoqian flew back, her body becoming somewhat ethereal.
Nie Xiaoqian gave a bitter laugh and said resignedly, "It seems I can't escape your clutches today. Do whatever you want."
"That sounds a bit strange," Wang Xuan said irritably. "I'm not after your beauty, I really want to take you under my command!"
"Go back to the thousand-year-old tree spirit now. I will come to you when I have something to tell you."
Nie Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief, but her face was still full of sorrow. She had been enslaved by the thousand-year-old tree demon, and now she had fallen into Wang Xuan's control, so naturally she couldn't be happy.
After giving Nie Xiaoqian a few more instructions, Wang Xuan sent her away.
After Nie Xiaoqian left, Wang Xuan put the doll in his hand to his waist, and the three-inch-sized bronze coffin for burying the world opened automatically. A small hand reached out from inside and pulled the doll inside.
Nie Xiaoqian is Wang Xuan's most important pawn in dealing with Ning Caichen, so the puppet that controls Nie Xiaoqian is also of paramount importance.
Only by placing it inside the Burial Coffin can it be completely safe; even if it is placed in a spatial ring, it may still be stolen or destroyed by others!
After doing all this, Wang Xuan calmly walked out the door and called out, "Master Yan, where have you been? Why are you only coming back now?"
Yan Chixia didn't answer Wang Xuan's question immediately. Instead, he wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully, saying with a strange expression, "Strange, there's a ghostly aura here. Did you go flirting with those female ghosts again?"
Wang Xuan rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Do you have a dog's nose? How come it's so sensitive!"
"What! You actually hooked up with a female ghost again!" Yan Chixia said angrily, looking at him with a look of utter disappointment. "With such talent, instead of working hard to cultivate, you spend all your time flirting with female ghosts. If I were your master, I probably would have beaten you to death long ago, to save myself from getting so angry!"
Wang Xuan was too lazy to argue, so he shrugged and said, "Sorry, the roast chicken and wine you asked me to buy for you are gone. It's your fault for being so nosy."
Yan Chixia: "..."
Chapter 120 The Bearded Man is Very Wicked
After Wang Xuan and Yan Chixia stared at each other for a moment, a series of footsteps suddenly came from afar, indicating that someone else had arrived at Lanruo Temple.
Lanruo Temple is located in a remote mountain forest, and usually you can't see a single person for a long time. Now that someone has come, it must be either Ning Caichen or Xiahou the Swordsman.
Wang Xuan looked up and saw a handsome scholar carrying a bag walking over. Who else could it be but Ning Caichen?
Yan Chixia immediately abandoned Wang Xuan and went to Ning Caichen, saying, "Scholar, this is not a place for you. You should leave before it gets completely dark."
Seeing Yan Chixia's large beard, Ning Caichen felt a little nervous, thinking he didn't look like a good person, and subconsciously retorted, "Why can't I live here? Is this your home?"
Yan Chixia was speechless. He was only temporarily residing here; he was hardly the master of Lanruo Temple.
Lanruo Temple has been abandoned for hundreds of years, and its true owners are probably all dead long ago.
Wang Xuan chuckled inwardly, then walked over to greet Ning Caichen: "Ning Caichen, we meet again."
"So it's Young Master Wang!" Ning Caichen was overjoyed to discover that Wang Xuan was also there.
To run into an acquaintance in this desolate wilderness was naturally a good thing. Moreover, Ning Caichen had already witnessed Wang Xuan's martial prowess, so with Wang Xuan here, he no longer needed to fear the fierce-looking Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia looked at Wang Xuan with some surprise and asked, "Do you know this scholar?"
“I met him briefly today. His name is Ning Caichen. He’s a rather interesting scholar. I believe you two will get along well,” Wang Xuan said meaningfully.
Ning Caichen is the chosen one of destiny in the world of Liaozhai, and Ning Caichen is the general who assists him, so the two will naturally get along well.
Although Yan Chixia was eager to get rid of Ning Caichen, it was for Ning Caichen's own good. Yan Chixia probably still had feelings for Ning Caichen.
Yan Chixia didn't think much of it, and instead warned again, "Since you know him, you should persuade him to leave. Lanruo Temple is haunted, and Ning Caichen is just an ordinary scholar. Staying here will only bring him trouble!"
"What ghost story? How could there be ghosts in this world?!" Before Wang Xuan could speak, Ning Caichen protested from the side: "It must be you, big bearded man, trying to scare us away so you can take over this place by yourself."
"You big bearded man are really wicked!"
Yan Chixia was so angry he almost vomited blood. He had kindly heard that Ning Caichen had left, but not only did the other party not believe his claim that the place was haunted, he also insulted him like that!
Yan Chixia simply didn't bother to say anything more. In his opinion, with him and Wang Xuan here, the thousand-year-old tree demon and the group of female ghosts wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.
Ning Caichen apologized to Wang Xuan, then found a dilapidated room, tidied it up, made a bed out of cattail reeds, and prepared to stay there temporarily.
It was now completely dark. Wang Xuan looked outside and frowned, because Xiahou the Swordsman had not yet arrived.
Just as he was getting impatient, a series of hurried footsteps came from the darkness, and Xiahou the swordsman finally arrived.
Wang Xuan said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for ages."
Xiahou Jianke said weakly, "Wasn't I injured? I found a place to heal first, and came back after I had recovered most of my injuries."
It turned out that Xiahou Jianke thought Yan Chixia was also at Lanruo Temple. He didn't want to show a pathetic side to Yan Chixia, so he went into seclusion to heal his injuries before coming over.
Fortunately, Wang Xuan hadn't used too much force earlier, and the healing effect of the innate true qi was excellent. At this moment, Xiahou Jianke's injuries had mostly recovered, and it no longer affected his performance.
After hearing Xiahou Jianke's explanation, Wang Xuan really couldn't blame him, since it was Wang Xuan who had caused his injuries.
At this moment, Yan Chixia also heard the commotion outside. He came out and saw that he looked constipated: "Swordsman Xiahou, what brings you here?"
Xiahou the swordsman turned to look at Yan Chixia, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Yan Chixia, ever since our last battle, I have been practicing diligently every moment. Now my swordsmanship is no longer what it used to be. Today I have come to challenge you to a duel!"
"Go away, I won't fight you." Yan Chixia felt a headache coming on. He had just fought with Wang Xuan yesterday, and today he encountered Xiahou Swordsman coming to challenge him. Who cared whether he was willing to accept the challenge or not?
Xiahou the swordsman did exactly the same thing as Wang Xuan: since Yan Chixia was unwilling to accept the challenge, then he would force him to take action.
"Clang!" With a crisp sound of a sword ringing out, Xiahou the swordsman drew his sword and thrust it toward Yan Chixia's heart.
Yan Chixia shook his head helplessly, drew his Xuanyuan Sword from his waist, and blocked Xiahou Swordsman's attack with one strike. The two then fought fiercely and were evenly matched.
Wang Xuan watched the battle with a strange look in his eyes. Yan Chixia had clearly suppressed his cultivation to the Innate Realm, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand did not unleash its full power, appearing as if it were just an ordinary iron sword.
"No wonder Xiahou Jianke was so confident, daring to challenge Yan Chixia with only the cultivation of the Innate Realm. It turns out that Yan Chixia was holding back!"
"I just don't know if Yan Chixia doesn't want to use his cultivation and weapon to bully Xiahou Swordsman, or if Xiahou Swordsman is his true love, which is why he shows mercy everywhere." Wang Xuan automatically filled in the blanks and watched the sword fight with some boredom.
The two fought fiercely, exchanging dozens of blows before a victor emerged. Yan Chixia knocked Xiahou Jianke's sword away with a single strike, and then pointed the tip of his Xuanyuan Sword at Xiahou Jianke's neck, stopping just three inches away.
"Xiahou, I have never cared about the empty title of the number one swordsman in the world. You are too obsessed with fame and fortune, so your sword is not pure enough. You can't possibly defeat me." Yan Chixia's tone was calm, but it had the demeanor of a grandmaster.
"I never expected Yan Chixia to be so good at showing off!" Wang Xuan was shocked. So this was the truth. Yan Chixia was able to show off to Xiahou Jianke every now and then, so he had always held back?
Otherwise, if Yan Chixia had used his true skills and knocked Xiahou the swordsman to the ground in one move, why would Xiahou the swordsman have clung to Yan Chixia so persistently?
It was precisely because Yan Chixia held back that Xiahou Jianke had the illusion that the two were not much different in strength, and he always thought that he could defeat Yan Chixia after practicing hard. That's why he challenged Yan Chixia several times.
As expected, although Xiahou the swordsman was defeated by Yan Chixia again, he was still full of resentment and said with a sneer, "Yan Chixia, why bother with so much nonsense? I lost to you this time, but I will definitely defeat you next time!"
Chapter 121 Taking Action
After watching Yan Chixia and Xiahou Jianke tear each other apart, Wang Xuan clapped and cheered from the sidelines.
Yan Chixia felt a little embarrassed by Wang Xuan's strange gaze, so he immediately snorted and went back to his room.
Only Wang Xuan and Xiahou Jianke remained on the spot.
Xiahou the swordsman bowed solemnly to Wang Xuan, his eyes burning with fervor, and said, "Young Master Wang, I am willing to become your disciple and learn martial arts. I believe that with your guidance, I will definitely be able to defeat Yan Chixia next time!"
"You're probably overthinking it. Yan Chixia's martial arts have long since reached the Dao, making him a true sword immortal of our time. He could crush you with a single finger." Wang Xuan had no intention of taking Xiahou Jianke as his disciple; he directly revealed the bloody truth to Xiahou Jianke.
"How is that possible?! Although Yan Chixia's martial arts are somewhat better than mine, they are not much stronger. How could he possibly be the legendary sword immortal?" Xiahou the swordsman said with a face full of surprise.
He fought Yan Chixia more than ten times, and each time he was defeated by a single move after a fierce battle.
To convince him that Yan Chixia's martial arts could instantly kill him was no easy task. He simply assumed that Wang Xuan was making up an excuse to reject him.
Wang Xuan rolled his eyes in annoyance, then ignored Xiahou the swordsman and turned back to his room.
Xiahou the swordsman followed closely behind Wang Xuan as he entered, carrying a package. He very attentively took out several items from the package and placed them in front of Wang Xuan.
Previously, Wang Xuan had asked him to buy several jars of fine wine and two roast chickens. He thought it was Wang Xuan's own idea to eat them, so he took out the roast chickens and wine to please Wang Xuan.
"Young Master Wang, this is something I specially bought to show my respect to you," Xiahou the swordsman said obsequiously.
The other party's respectful attitude made Wang Xuan feel a little embarrassed.
He has taken on many disciples, but there are very few as sincere as Xiahou the Swordsman.
However, Wang Xuan's current plan is to fuse all the heavens and myriad worlds. With his greater ambition, his standards for accepting disciples have naturally increased as well.