Chapter 8, Searching for Flowers in the Blossoms

The sound of the sheng grew increasingly gentle, whispering like a soft murmur by the ear, embodying utmost tenderness and grace. Gradually, the men present wore expressions of confusion and vigilance, while the women, one by one, had flushed faces and dreamy gazes.

It is important to understand that a fox spirit has no gender before reaching adulthood. One of the purposes of descending the mountain for training this time is to allow it to choose its own gender based on its preferences or affections.

At this moment, Young Master Wang suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Lan, his face filled with astonishment: "Miss Yuan, it seems you have not been affected?"

This act of desecration occurred four or five times in succession. The women he captured were all beautiful, possessing excellent looks and figures. However, seeing him shake his head repeatedly with a face full of disappointment clearly indicated that he found these beauties unsatisfactory.

Yang Lan was engrossed in what she was watching, but upon hearing his words, she was also taken aback. She immediately turned her head and murmured, "Right, why am I not affected?"

He wore a carefree scarf on his head, standing on a tree branch, gently swaying in the wind. His gaze was fixed intently on the women in the arena, starting from the left, looking at them one by one

Then the young man in white gathered everyone together, and the music softened. One by one, they looked over. What he focused on, surprisingly, were all women. Judging by his expression, it seemed he intended to select a few agreeable beauties from among them

At this moment, the music he played suddenly transformed, becoming extremely rigid and rhythmic, resembling a military march in progress. As he blew this tune, everyone became entranced and walked towards the center of the grass, while the painted boat unconsciously drifted towards the edge of the grass.

At that moment, the gaze of the young man in white swept over this way, and Yang Lan immediately moved behind a tall man, hiding her body. This simple action took Yang Lan a great deal of effort to accomplish. After completing it, she realized that her heart was pounding like a drum, and she was almost out of breath

However, at this moment, Yang Lan felt that her rationality was still clearer than that of others, as she was clearly struggling. The others, regardless of gender or whether they had martial arts skills, all had vacant stares, as if their reason had been completely taken over.

The young man in white played the sheng while his gaze began to scan the crowd. At that moment, Yang Lan silently lamented: among so many people, she was the only woman wearing a gauze hat; if he were to pay attention, he would immediately notice her peculiarity

This person is in his thirties, with an elongated face, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes, making him extremely handsome. However, his complexion is pale, and his gaze reveals a hint of malice and debauchery. At first glance, he is difficult to evoke any positive feelings.

His gaze slowly swept through the crowd. Several times it passed right in front of Yang Lan. Fortunately, the person in front of Yang Lan was extremely tall, completely blocking her figure

He walked up to a charming young girl, suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed at her chest, touched it, then shook his head and continued to play the sheng. The music did not stop during this action.

On the pleasure boat, many dancing figures also appeared at the bow. Young Master Wang whispered, "He is using music to enchant people. No woman can escape the allure of this melody"

After watching for a while, he felt that merely gazing from afar was unsatisfactory. He gracefully descended from the tree and landed before the young girls. While playing the sheng, he slowly turned his gaze towards them.

Upon witnessing this shocking scene, everyone became increasingly fearful. That person, who had not even shown their face, was able to manipulate these several hundred individuals as if they were in the palm of their hand

She suddenly thought to herself: Could it be that nothing has happened because I am not yet a true woman?

Dozens of painted boats rowed uniformly towards the shore, and upon seeing the synchronized movements of the crowd, Yang Lan, who had initially felt curious and excited, was suddenly overwhelmed by a profound sense of fear.

He circled around the young girls on the grass and shook his head. With a leap, he jumped onto the painted boat, looking at the women at the bow of the boat one by one. There were about ten painted boats, and he examined them all; in less than a quarter of an hour, he flew back down to the grass.

Indeed, upon hearing her question, Young Master Wang immediately turned pale, and after a long pause, he finally said: "I do not know!" His voice was stiff, with a hint of tremor.

At this moment, the grassy area and the bow of the painted boat were almost filled with dancing women. Among these women, some who were originally ladies of high society had also removed their veils, revealing their true appearances

All the painted boats have docked, and one by one, men and women jumped from the boats to the shore, converging towards the crowd

The entire scene is a kind of bizarre splendor. Apart from the sound of the sheng, there is only the sound of teeth clashing and the footsteps of women dancing

At that moment, the sound of the sheng changed, becoming soft and melodious. The men who had just been rolling on the ground sat up one by one, their faces displaying a look of confusion. Those who had fallen into the water were also rescued by the awakened individuals.

As they danced in a strange manner, some of the men turned pale with fear, while the guards responsible for their protection struggled to grasp their swords and knives. Observing their labored movements, it was evident that they seemed unable to exert any strength, finding even walking to be exceedingly difficult

At this moment, a geisha stood up and slowly glided into the center of the grass, stepping to the rhythm of the dance. As they moved, more and more women joined the dancing crowd. Their dance styles varied, yet all danced with dreamy gazes and flushed faces, twisting and turning. It appeared quite strange, akin to a book.

Dozens of beautiful and enchanting young girls twisted their bodies, dancing with graceful steps. This was originally an extremely beautiful scene, but now Yang Lan only felt strange and fearful

At that moment, a white figure streaked across the sky. Yang Lan looked up and saw a young man in white standing on a tree, holding a sheng in his hand, and the music was being played from his mouth

As his voice fell, more and more women, who had originally been hiding beside the trees in the jungle, slowly jumped onto the grass. Some women, who were in an intimate embrace with their lovers, jumped out in disarray, their faces still bearing traces of passion.

The more Yang Lan thought about it, the more she felt that this possibility was quite high. Therefore, she merely squinted her eyes and chuckled at Young Master Wang's surprised gaze, quickly changing the subject by asking, "Young Master Wang, do you know the person playing the sheng?"

Just as she thought this, Young Master Wang, standing beside her, suddenly walked out step by step with a fixed gaze. Yang Lan was taken aback and was about to call out to him, but she felt an extremely powerful force field rushing towards her. Her movements became stiff, and her feet uncontrollably followed him, slowly merging into the crowd.