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Chapter 425 The Immortal is First and foremost a Man

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Xiaozi's voice abruptly stopped, as if something had choked it.

It was because a group of people were walking slowly towards them from the other end of the road.

The leader was a woman who looked to be no more than thirty years old. She was extremely beautiful, with a hint of languor and a touch of allure in her eyes. A faint smile played on her lips, making one unable to look away once they saw her.

Behind her followed seven or eight young women, each strikingly beautiful—some pure, some alluring, some aloof, some charmingly naive, each with their own unique allure. They wore dresses of various colors, all made of the finest fabrics, which shimmered softly in the sunlight. As they walked, their skirts swayed gently, their ornaments tinkling, and a fragrant breeze carried their scents.

The mortals on both sides of the road seemed to be frozen in place, stopping in their tracks and staring at the people on the road, forgetting to move for a moment.

Someone tilted their teacup, spilling tea all over the floor, but didn't notice.

Some people were walking too fast and almost bumped into the pillar in front of them. They hurriedly stopped, but their eyes were still fixed on that direction.

A few young men huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between the women, their faces showing a mixture of wanting to look but not daring to look too long, and being unable to resist their allure.

Hehuan Sect.

Xuanzhenzi stood still, watching the group of women approaching, his brows furrowing slightly.

He naturally recognized these people.

Within a radius of a thousand miles, only the Hehuan Sect has cultivated the word "enchanting" into a skill.

The woman in crimson robes walking at the very front was none other than Miao Yu'er, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect.

A Nascent Soul cultivator with over eight hundred years of cultivation, renowned for his dual cultivation techniques, it is said he has changed cultivation vessels no less than twenty times from Golden Core to Nascent Soul. His disciples are mostly beautiful women who specialize in abducting mortals with spiritual roots to serve as their cultivation vessels. In the surrounding villages, men and women with even a modicum of beauty dare not venture out.

But at this moment, the sect leader's face showed no sign of the dejection of his sect being trampled, but rather a kind of... a kind of spirit that Xuanzhenzi couldn't quite describe.

She walked slowly, her skirt swaying gently, as if she were going on a delightful spring outing. The female disciples following behind her chatted and laughed, their eyes full of curiosity as they looked around at this unfamiliar settlement.

"Valley Master," Qingluo whispered, "what happened to them...?"

She didn't finish speaking, but Xuanzhenzi understood what she meant.

Why do they seem more at ease than the others?

Miaoyu'er approached.

Her misty eyes swept over Xuanzhenzi and his group, and the smile on her lips deepened.

"Isn't this Fellow Daoist Xuanzhenzi of Qingyang Valley? Why are you standing by the roadside in a daze? Are you captivated by the scenery at the foot of Yunyin Mountain?"

"Fellow Daoist Miaoyu'er," Xuanzhenzi looked at the woman who had stopped in front of him, "what is this...?"

"Let's go for a walk," Miao Yu'er interrupted him, her tone casual as if chatting. "We just arrived yesterday and haven't had a chance to look around properly yet. This morning, seeing the nice weather, I brought them out for a stroll. What, Fellow Daoist Xuanzhenzi, are you also taking your disciples for a walk?"

Xuanzhenzi remained silent.

He certainly didn't come here for a stroll. He came to "see what kind of place this is." But why did those words sound so off coming from Miaoyu'er's mouth?

"The mortals here," Miao Yu'er suddenly spoke, her gaze falling on a young man who was staring at her in a daze, "are quite interesting."

A female disciple behind her covered her mouth and laughed, "Sect Master, look at that one over there, his eyes are about to pop out."

“That’s right,” another female disciple chimed in, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. “He’s been staring at us ever since we came here, he’s stopped walking. I even saw him almost bump into a pillar just now.”

The female disciples burst into laughter, their clear, bell-like voices drifting in the morning breeze.

Miao Yu'er smiled too. Her smile held a hint of languor, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of something else... that Xuan Zhenzi couldn't understand.

"When we passed through those villages and towns before," Miao Yu'er said softly, as if talking to herself, "which mortal didn't run far away when they saw us? They knelt by the roadside and didn't dare to raise their heads. Occasionally, a few brave ones would only dare to steal a glance, and then quickly lower their heads, afraid of being seen by us."

She paused, her gaze falling on the mortals who were still secretly peeking, and the smile on her lips became somewhat complicated.

"But look at these people, just staring straight ahead, not even blinking. Anyone who didn't know better would think we were some kind of rare sight."

The female disciples behind her laughed again, their laughter tinged with a hint of smugness and mischief.

"Sect Master, in the past, mortals would run away from us like the plague. Unlike the people here, who are all quite bold."

"That's right! That young man just now stared at me for ages. I deliberately glared at him, and guess what? He actually smiled at me and then kept staring!"

"Hahaha……"

Laughter drifted in the morning breeze, making the mortals who had been peeking a little embarrassed, yet they still didn't look away. One of them scratched his head and grinned, as if admitting, "I was watching, so what?"

"Hahaha……"

Laughter drifted in the morning breeze, making the mortals who had been peeking a little embarrassed, yet they still didn't look away. One of them scratched his head and grinned, as if admitting, "I was watching, so what?"

Miao Yu'er sighed as she watched this scene.

"In the past," she said, lowering her voice, "if anyone had dared to stare at us like that, I would have..."

She didn't finish speaking.

But Xuanzhenzi understood.

Anyone who dared to stare at the members of the Hehuan Sect like that would have their eyes gouged out, their soul extracted, and used as the lowest-grade furnace material. This is the rule of the Hehuan Sect; who within a thousand miles doesn't know it?

"Fellow Daoist Miaoyu'er," Xuanzhenzi naturally didn't believe they were just out for a stroll and teasing these mortals, so he asked again, "Now that we are all in the same boat, there's really no need to hide anything. Why don't you just tell me the truth?"

"Go to the Cloud Hidden Sect," Miao Yu'er replied casually, as if she were saying "go to the well to fetch water."

Xuanzhenzi was taken aback.

The elders behind him exchanged bewildered glances.

One of the elders couldn't help but speak up, saying, "Without the immortal's guidance, do you dare to go up the mountain to seek it yourselves?"

Upon hearing this, Miao Yu'er was slightly taken aback at first, then covered her mouth and laughed.

The laughter was crisp and clear, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

It was as if she had heard something extremely funny, or seen something extremely interesting. She laughed so hard that her whole body trembled, and every corner of her eye and brow was full of charm, attracting the attention of ordinary people on the roadside who secretly glanced at her a few more times.

"Not passed down by the immortals?" Miao Yu'er finished laughing, wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you've lived for hundreds of years, how come you're still so...so honest?"

Having said that, she raised her alluring eyes slightly, "That Master Chen is indeed an immortal. But first and foremost, he is a man."

She paused, glanced back at the beautiful female disciples behind her, and her smile deepened.

"And we are beautiful women. A celestial being always needs a few beautiful maids to serve him, doesn't he?"