Dream of the Red Chamber: Starting from Immortal Martial Arts

After an unknown amount of time, the dark moon hung high in the sky, its pale light scattering across the world, as if draping it in a white veil, turning it into a breeding ground for demons.

Yan Chixia, standing in front of the main hall, suddenly withdrew his spiritual power from the visualization diagram. He swayed as he stood up, muttering, "What a magnificent visualization diagram of a sacred beast! This Daoist has grasped it, grasped it..."

Yan Chixia reached out and lifted the unconscious Ning Caichen, who staggered back to a side room to rest, as if drunk.

Looking at Yan Chixia's figure, Jia Tang felt a pang of sympathy. He himself had only just realized this when his spiritual power was almost exhausted, making him even more pathetic than Yan Chixia.

With a thought, he withdrew the visualization diagram and was about to continue visualizing the Heavenly Venerable when he suddenly sensed something unusual outside the temple. A dense, chilling aura was coming from the depths of the mountains and forests toward this place.

A slight smile appeared on Jia Tang's lips, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes. He had been quite envious of Xiaoqian's allure when he watched the movie.

...

Outside the temple, three women, some youthful and some alluring, dressed in light gauze and with graceful figures, descended from the mountains and forests and landed in the temple.

The three women exchanged a glance, their previously cold faces breaking into smiles. They staggered along, playfully frolicking as they headed towards the main hall.

When they stumbled into the main hall and saw the numerous black-armored tiger guards sitting cross-legged, exuding murderous aura, their souls froze.

After exchanging another glance, they swayed their delicate bodies and walked forward gracefully, saying in sweet voices, "Oh dear, so many soldiers, I'm so scared."

"My two sisters and I would like to ask if it would be convenient for you gentlemen to stay here?"

Nie Xiaoqian immediately spotted Jia Tang, dressed in a bullfighting outfit, in the center of the crowd. She swayed as she approached, her jade-like hands resting on Jia Tang's shoulders. Her charming and beautiful face pressed against his, revealing a captivating smile. Her red lips parted slightly: "My lord, my two sisters and I have wandered into the mountains and been chased here by a pack of wolves. Would you care if we could stay the night?"

A hint of amusement flashed in Jia Tang's eyes. He patted Nie Xiaoqian's cold, jade-like hand with a smile and said lightly, "Of course, miss."

Nie Xiaoqian's beautiful eyes were filled with joy. Taking advantage of the situation, she stretched out her fair and delicate arms and passed them through Jia Tang's neck, falling into Jia Tang's arms.

"My lord, I'm so cold, you're so hot."

"May I rely on you for warmth, sir?"

Jia Tang reached out and put his arm around Nie Xiaoqian's slender waist, replying with a smile, "Of course, miss."

Nie Xiaoqian stared intently into Jia Tang's fierce eyes with her large, watery eyes, gently stroking his rugged face with her jade-like hand, and whispered, "My name is Nie Xiaoqian. Where is my husband?"

"Me? I am the Marquis of Wuying of the Great Zhao Dynasty, and the fourth-generation general of the Jia family."

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned. The Great Zhao Dynasty? The Jia family? She had never heard of them.

Without thinking twice, she continued, "So it's you, Lord. The night is long, and I have no desire to sleep. Would you be so kind as to share the joys of married life with me and explore the beauty of the world together?"

Just then, Xiao Lan, who was in front of them, went to find Wang Dazhuang, while Xiao Die was stopped by Zhao Ergou.

Xiao Die was held in Zhao Ergou's arms with a lewd grin, and he kept groping her, making her utter coquettish and wanton sounds.

Her gauze dress kept falling off, revealing her delicate skin, which looked rather pale under the moonlight.

Seeing this, Zhao Daniu's face darkened, his teeth clenched, and his iron fists clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.

This bastard dared to embarrass me in front of so many comrades. I just don't know what the young master is planning right now, so I'll have to bear with it for now.

Seeing that Xiao Die was about to succeed, Nie Xiaoqian, who was in Jia Tang's arms, couldn't help but say eagerly, "My lord, let's go to the inner room to have some fun~"

Jia Tang shook his head and said with a faint smile, "No rush, I want to ask you a question."

"Please speak, Your Excellency."

"Have you promised yourself to the Black Mountain Demon yet?"

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned upon hearing this, and a look of shock appeared in her eyes. How could an ordinary nobleman know this?

Just as she was about to pull herself out of his embrace, she found that the large hand around her waist had suddenly become scalding hot, so hot that Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The pain of her soul disintegrating caused her to struggle violently in Jia Tang's arms, her screams sharp and piercing.

Seeing Jia Tang make a move, Zhao Daniu, whose iron fist was filled with qi, slammed it into Zhao Ergou's head with a clang.

Zhao Ergou's expression changed, and wisps of azure energy appeared in his hands, wrapping around Xiaodie's soul, causing it to instantly shatter into pieces, her soul scattered, without even having time to scream.

Wang Dazhuang, standing to the side, had a dazzling golden aura appear in his mouth as he opened his mouth wide and began to inhale deeply into Xiaolan's mouth.

Strands of transparent gray yin energy emerged from Xiao Lan's soul and rushed into Wang Zhuang's mouth until he vanished into nothingness.

Wang Zhuang smacked his lips, looking disgusted, and complained, "It smells like moldy tree roots. Don't make me have diarrhea."

Everyone: "..."

Seeing the fool's actions, Jia Tang shook his head helplessly and said to Nie Xiaoqian in his arms, "As long as you don't run away, you won't die. Don't move around."

As he spoke, his large hand slid over Xiaoqian's slender and delicate legs, reaching her ankle, where he removed a ring and began to gently shake it.

The bells on the ring made a clear "ding-ding" sound, causing the trees around the temple to rustle.

Nie Xiaoqian looked terrified and quickly said, "Grandma is coming, my lord, let's go quickly."

Jia Tang chuckled twice: "This is the one I've been waiting for. I want to see if there's any treasure inside the tree demon."

The moment the words fell, the ground in the distance rumbled and bulged, as if an earth dragon was moving underground and heading straight for the temple.

Upon entering the courtyard, a thick, bright red object, wrapped around tree roots and resembling a tongue, burst forth from the soil, dripping with a greasy, sticky, dark green liquid that corroded the ground, creating numerous pits.

Before Jia Tang and the others could make a move, they heard Yan Chixia's loud shout coming from the west wing.

"You old hag, I only took a nap, and you dare to come knocking on my door? Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Sword control technique, go!"

All that could be heard was the clang of a sword being drawn from its sheath. With a flash of cold light, a huge Han sword flew out and pierced the tongue, spurting out a little greenish-blue viscous fluid from the wound.

The tree demon cried out in pain, and its screams, both yin and yang, echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"Damn you, you old hag! I only asked you to eat some blood food, and you broke your promise and killed two of them! Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

"Pah! You old hag who's neither male nor female, do you really think I'm easy to scare? If you have the guts, come on, and I'll just sever your demonic body."

Yan Chixia walked in from the west, cursing and swearing. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Nie Xiaoqian in Jia Tang's arms, her eyes glistening with tears, looking pitiful and charming. He stiffened for a moment, then gave a dry laugh and praised, "Brother Dao, what a refined taste you have, instead of seeking nourishment from a beautiful ghost."