141: Chapter 141 The Leopard Enters the Cage, the Phoenix Sings for the First Time

The wrinkles on Zhang Fugui's fat face never smoothed out from his smiling.

But the abacus beads in his heart were clicking loudest not for this deal.

But rather for his own younger sister, who was going to serve as a Maidservant for someone else.

The sun set behind the western mountains, and the evening glow set the entire sky ablaze with crimson.

Under the pretext of checking the horseshoes, Zhang Fugui pulled Zhang Ruowei, who had just finished drying the laundry, to a secluded spot.

"Sister."

Zhang Fugui rubbed his hands, his tone filled with earnest advice.

"Brother knows you have high aspirations and usually don't look up to anyone."

"But this time is different."

"That gentleman is a true Buddha."

Zhang Ruowei lowered her head, her fingers twisting the slightly faded hem of her clothes.

She didn't say a word.

"Don't feel wronged either."

Zhang Fugui lowered his voice, glancing around, afraid of being overheard.

"If you can please him, even just a little something leaking through his fingers would be enough for us to enjoy endlessly."

"You need to change that stubborn temper of yours."

"On the road, serve tea when you should, and... serve him when you should."

When he reached the last few words, Zhang Fugui's old face couldn't hold its composure, and he spoke vaguely.

Zhang Ruowei suddenly looked up and glared at her brother.

Yet her cheeks burned uncontrollably, turning red all the way to her earlobes.

"Brother! What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

"I'm going to be a Maidservant, not to..."

She didn't finish the sentence, only biting her lip, though there wasn't much resistance in her eyes.

In the Immortal Realm, the weak are prey to the strong, and the strong are respected.

To be able to rely on a strong person is an Opportunity that countless low-level female cultivators dream of.

Zhang Fugui chuckled and patted his sister's shoulder.

"As long as you understand, I won't nag anymore."

"The journey to the Central Continent is long, so I won't see you off."

"In the future, if you truly become someone superior, don't forget to help your brother out."

Nearing Mud City.

Tang Xun chose the most spacious carriage in the caravan and parted ways with them.

The carriage was lined with thick snow-fox fur, so soft that one would sink in and never want to get up.

The carriage was pulled by two black-scaled horses with excellent stamina.

Zhang Ruowei sat on the carriage shaft, holding a whip in her hand.

She had changed into a clean, neat outfit, still sporting her heroic and spirited look.

Only now, she had become a carriage driver.

The carriage swayed along the official road, driving into the vast wilderness.

The wheels rolled over gravel, making a monotonous creaking sound.

The night wind howled, whipping up dust, and occasionally, the roars of unknown Yao Beasts drifted from afar.

"Whoa—"

Tang Xun's voice drifted lazily from inside the carriage.

"Stop, I'm hungry."

Zhang Ruowei pulled the reins, and the carriage came to a steady stop under a wind-sheltered slope.

She jumped off the carriage, nimbly gathered dry branches, and lit a bonfire.

The firelight danced, dispelling the chill of the wilderness.

Tang Xun lifted the carriage curtain and jumped down.

He was carrying two jars of aged Huadiao wine in his hands.

Along with a few packets of spiced beef and roasted chicken.

"Stop fussing about, come over and eat."

Tang Xun sat cross-legged by the fire and casually tossed a jar of wine to Zhang Ruowei.

Zhang Ruowei caught the wine jar, momentarily stunned.

This didn't look like a high-and-mighty Senior at all; he looked more like a dissolute wanderer from the streets.

She hesitated for a moment before sitting down opposite him.

The firelight shone on her face, flickering bright and dim.

That pair of eyes, originally full of wildness, now carried a hint of restraint.

Tang Xun tore off a chicken leg, took a big bite, and said inarticulately.

"Don't keep such a stiff face; I don't eat people."

"Besides, I'm not some old monster."

He reached up and wiped his face.

The originally plain, even slightly sallow scholar's face changed instantly.

His features smoothed out, with sharp, distinct angles.

Sword-like eyebrows, star-bright eyes, and a high, straight nose bridge.

Especially those eyes, deep like two ancient wells, hiding an unfathomable smile.

Coupled with the blessing of the [Ageless Male God (Green)] trait.

This appearance was enough to make any female cultivator unable to look away after just one glance.

Zhang Ruowei was dumbfounded.

She almost lost her grip on the wine jar in her hand.

She had always thought this Senior was an old man with excellent preservation techniques.

She never expected him to be such a young and handsome man.

That strong sense of contrast made her heart skip a beat.

"Let's reintroduce ourselves."

Tang Xun took a swig of wine, his tone casual.

"Tang Xun."

"The 'Xun' from 'seeking pleasure and having fun'."

Zhang Ruowei snapped back to reality, hurriedly lowering her head, not daring to look directly at that face.

"Tang... Young Master Tang."

The atmosphere became subtle.

The reverence and distance between Senior and Junior were completely shattered after this face appeared, and the mood quietly changed.

The air seemed to grow a bit more scorching and restless.

Tang Xun's gaze landed on the woman opposite him, who seemed desperate to bury her head in the ground.

The firelight outlined her toned figure.

Years of martial arts training left her without an ounce of excess fat, full of a sense of power ready to explode.

Like a small leopard ready to pounce.

Filled with a wild, aesthetic beauty.

This kind of prey is the most interesting to conquer.

"Are you full?"

Tang Xun wiped the grease off his hands.

Zhang Ruowei nodded haphazardly.

She hadn't actually eaten much; her mind was filled with that face and that name.

Tang Xun stood up and stretched, his bones cracking with a crisp sound.

He looked down at Zhang Ruowei.

His gaze was no longer concealed.

It was a pure, undisguised aggression.

Like a hunter examining prey that had fallen into a trap.

"Since you're full, it's time to sleep."

Zhang Ruowei's body stiffened.

She, of course, knew what this so-called "sleep" meant.

She thought the "bed-warming Maidservant" comment from earlier was just a casual joke.

She never expected this man to be serious.

"You... Young Master, I..."

She instinctively wanted to retreat.

But Tang Xun didn't give her a chance to run.

He stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Ruowei's wrist directly.

With a slight tug.

Zhang Ruowei was pulled uncontrollably into his arms.

His hard chest made her nose ache from the impact.

The scorching scent of a male rushed towards her, instantly surrounding her.

Tang Xun's voice rang in her ear, carrying a hint of mockery.

"Since you agreed to come with me, do you not even have this bit of awareness?"

Zhang Ruowei wanted to struggle.

But that large hand gripping her wrist was as immovable as an iron clamp.

"I..."

She had just opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But Tang Xun lowered his head and kissed her lips directly.

Domineering.

Overbearing.

Unreasonable.

He didn't give her any room to breathe or think.

Zhang Ruowei widened her eyes.

Her mind went "buzz" and turned blank.

She swung her fists, wanting to push this man away.

But that force gradually weakened under Tang Xun's suppression.

Deep within her body, a strange numbness was spreading.

Tang Xun wrapped his arm around her waist, picked her up, and strode towards the carriage.

The carriage curtain fell.

Sealing off the wind and firelight outside.

The inside of the carriage was pitch black.

Only the sound of their rapid breathing intertwined.

Tang Xun pressed her onto the soft snow-fox fur.

He looked at the face beneath him, flushed with shame and anger.

That pair of untamable, wild eyes was finally occupied by panic and moisture, but also held a trace of confusion and surrender.

Tang Xun chuckled.

He was no longer that gentle, refined scholar.

But the decisive and capricious Tang Xun.

Zhang Ruowei's struggle grew weaker and weaker.

The innate tendency to admire the strong in her bones was infinitely magnified at this moment.

The man before her was strong, mysterious, and domineering.

He perfectly matched all her fantasies about the strong.

Even if this method made her feel humiliated.

But the strange emotions surging from deep within her body engulfed her like a tide, making her unable to resist.

Under the blessing of the [Phoenix and Luan Singing in Harmony (White)] trait.

Tang Xun's palm slid down along Zhang Ruowei's taut waistline.

His fingertips carried a strange rhythm.

Every touch felt like it was hitting Zhang Ruowei's pressure point.

Making her body go numb and draining away her last bit of strength.

"Don't... don't do this..."

Zhang Ruowei let out a broken whimper.

The sound was so alluring it seeped into the bones; even she felt like a stranger to it.

Where was there any trace of her usual spicy demeanor?

This little leopard of the wilderness.

Finally retracted her sharp claws.

And obediently lay beneath the hunter's feet.

Tang Xun leaned down.

And completely took over this body full of wild vitality.

The carriage swayed slightly in the wilderness.

Startling a few resting crows in the night sky.

The moon, seemingly catching a glimpse of a scene it shouldn't have, quietly hid behind the clouds.

That night.

In the sound of the wilderness wind, there was an extra, plaintive cry of the first song of the Phoenix and Luan Singing in Harmony.