14: It looks good, and it would look even better without the fox tail.

“Yes, Little Monk sees that Xiao Nan Village also doesn't seem to be very peaceful.”

Bao Jing the Monk said,

“Little Monk will keep watch tonight, Benefactor Jiang can rest assured and sleep.”

“No matter.”

After a Martial Artist enters the realm, their spirit is complete and their Qi is full; usually, not sleeping for two or three days will have no significant impact on them.

Especially since Jiang Lan was already at the Bone Refinement Eighth Stage, even if he didn't sleep for eight or ten days, he could barely hold on.

In a flash, dusk approached.

Outside the house, a knocking sound rang out.

Jiang Lan was originally lying on the heated brick bed, listening to Bao Jing the Monk chant scriptures.

Upon hearing the knock, he sat up.

“Come in.”

Bao Jing the Monk also put down his scriptures.

Both looked out the door.

Outside the door, a beautiful woman in red slowly walked in, holding several somewhat worn plates.

On the plates were some meat dishes and a few steamed buns.

“Two Sirs, this humble woman Li pays her respects to the two Sirs.”

Jiang Lan raised an eyebrow, looking at the plates in Widow Li's hands.

“He doesn't eat meat.”

Jiang Lan pointed at Bao Jing.

A look of panic appeared on Widow Li’s face.

“This humble woman will go back and make something new right away.”

“It's fine, bring it over, I'll eat it.” Jiang Lan finished speaking, then glanced at Bao Jing, “You go to the village chief's house and see if there are any vegetarian dishes.”

“Eat there and then come back.”

“amitabha.”

Bao Jing chanted the Buddhist name in a low voice, saying nothing more, stood up, and left.

Widow Li's face was slightly red as she placed the plates on the table, then came to Jiang Lan's side.

“Sir… the meal has been delivered to you, this humble woman will take her leave first…”

“Don't be in a hurry to leave.” Jiang Lan reached out and grabbed her arm, “Sit down and chat with me for a while.”

Widow Li feigned resistance.

“Sir~”

That cry of ‘Sir’ was so alluring it pierced the bones, making even Jiang Lan feel a surge of unholy desire.

If it were an ordinary person, after that, they probably wouldn't even know north from south.

Jiang Lan pulled Widow Li into his embrace.

Widow Li turned to look at Jiang Lan, her eyes full of affection, as if she were looking at her husband.

Jiang Lan held her.

“What is your name?”

“This humble woman's name is Hu Meier,” Hu Meier whispered close to Jiang Lan's ear.

With each breath, a slight tingling sensation spread through Jiang Lan's body.

“When I saw you earlier, the clothes you were wearing didn't seem to be this outfit, did they?”

When he saw her on the road before, Widow Li was wearing only ordinary coarse linen clothes.

But now, she was in a large red dress, similar to a wedding gown.

Looking at the fabric, let alone a village widow, even a Young Miss from a wealthy family probably wouldn't have many such garments.

“To see Sir, this humble woman naturally had to dress up,” Hu Meier extended her tongue and lightly licked Jiang Lan's earlobe, “How is it, does Sir like it?”

Jiang Lan said nothing.

Seeing Jiang Lan remain silent, Hu Meier whispered again, “Sir, your humble servant will undress you.”

“I want to… see you…”

Jiang Lan’s voice seemed a little muddled.

“Alright, then your humble servant will begin.”

Hu Meier said softly, then left Jiang Lan's embrace, and without further ado, directly removed her large red dress.

Jiang Lan had a dazed expression, staring intently at Hu Meier.

Seeing this, Hu Meier's lips curved into a smile.

“Sir, does your humble servant look good…?”

“Looks good…”

Jiang Lan’s eyes had regained their clarity at some point.

“It would look even better without this fox tail.”

Upon hearing this, Hu Meier's face changed drastically, and without bothering with her clothes, she turned to run.

Before she could run two steps.

“Bang!”

Hu Meier only felt as if she had crashed into a door frame.

When she looked up, she realized that what was in front of her was not a door frame at all, but clearly Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan calmly scrutinized Hu Meier from head to toe.

“Clang—”

The long saber was drawn from its sheath.

Hu Meier’s face changed again, filled with terror.

“Sir, spare my life, Sir, spare my life! This humble servant has never harmed anyone in these years, only absorbed a little primordial Yang, Sir, spare my life!”

Jiang Lan did not strike with his saber as he usually would, but instead pointed his long saber at the heated brick bed.

“Go over there.”

Hu Meier wanted to run, but she also realized that Jiang Lan's strength was far superior to hers.

Even her most prized Charm (alluring charm), which she was most proud of, had no effect on Jiang Lan.

If she really tried to escape, she would probably be cut down here before even getting out the door.

So she dared not run anymore, and tremblingly walked to the spot Jiang Lan indicated.

“Sit down.”

Hu Meier tremblingly sat down.

Jiang Lan’s eyelids twitched.

“Put your clothes on first.”

Her trembling indeed looked a bit unseemly.

As for why he had just told Hu Meier to take them off, it was simply because he wanted to confirm whether Hu Meier was human or a demonic creature.

Now he had confirmed it.

This Hu Meier was a fox spirit, and a red-furred one at that.

Hu Meier tremblingly put on her clothes.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan spoke:

“Are you familiar with Black Wind Mountain?”

“Your humble servant… your humble servant came down from Black Wind Mountain…” Hu Meier swallowed.

A hint of joy flashed in Jiang Lan's eyes.

He had originally only thought of trying his luck, but he hadn't expected that this fox spirit might be able to answer his questions.

“I ask you, there is an old tiger spirit on Black Wind Mountain, do you know him?”

“I know him…”

“What Bone Refinement Stage is that tiger in?”

“Your humble servant is not clear…”

“Hiss—”

The long saber sliced through, leaving a dazzling silver light.

Hu Meier’s left arm was severed at the root.

“Ah!”

Hu Meier let out a piercing scream.

Jiang Lan was expressionless.

“Are you clear now?”

Cold sweat streamed down Hu Meier's face.

“Bone Refinement… Sixth Stage…”

“Is there anything else you should know? Say it all together.”

“There’s nothing left…” Hu Meier gritted her silver teeth, and large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead onto the heated brick bed.

“Are you sure there’s nothing left?”

“Your humble servant… truly has nothing left…”

Hu Meier looked up, her eyes filled with entreaty.

“Sir, please be kind and let your humble servant go, your humble servant promises never to harm anyone again!”

“Hiss!”

Silver light flashed.

In an instant, a large head flew up.

A large amount of blood, due to pressure, sprayed directly from the neck of Hu Meier's headless corpse, shooting towards the ceiling.

A few seconds later, the corpse slowly fell onto the heated brick bed, and the head beside it also stopped rolling.

Wiping his long saber clean on the red dress, Jiang Lan muttered to himself:

“Whether you harm people or not is none of my business, but not killing you would harm myself…”

Demonic creatures naturally speak nothing but lies.

Jiang Lan didn't believe a single word of Hu Meier's earlier claim that she had never harmed anyone.

If she truly hadn't harmed anyone, then what about her husband who died of sudden death during intercourse?

If he hadn't come, who knows how many more people in this village would have had their primordial Yang sucked dry by that Hu Meier and died suddenly.

Those not of my kind are sure to have different intentions.

[Killed one fox demon at Skin Refinement Ninth Stage, gained nine years of lifespan.]

[Remaining lifespan: twenty years.]