I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

A colorful halo descended from the sky, mingled with an inexplicable floral fragrance, and the surroundings suddenly transformed from night into day.

Ximen Qing squinted, adjusting to the sudden bright light.

But the next moment, I felt a weight on my body.

Three warm and soft bodies were already pressed against his chest and back.

Haha, he was right not to leave the mural immediately.

"Young master, you are so strong! My name is Yueji, and I fell in love with you at first sight."

Cool, soft hands precisely slipped through Ximen Qing's clothes.

It was as if he wasn't wearing any clothes.

No, Ximen Qing seems to be just a soul that has been sucked in; he didn't have clothes to begin with.

The remaining two sisters, one on each side, pulled him to a chair.

Then, holding fresh fruit and wine, they began feeding the animals.

"Sister Rose is too impatient. We should serve the young master his meal first. My name is Peony."

My name is Lily.

Looking around, I realized that the scene had transformed into a grand feast.

Ximen Qing sat in the main seat.

Zhu Xiaolian and Tanmi were all lovey-dovey beside them.

The remaining people who had just been seen in the dilapidated temple also appeared.

The swordsman, whom Zhu Xiaolian called "Brother Bai," sat beside a woman with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, who looked like a heroic and valiant woman.

There was another scholar, who, like Ximen Qing, had women on both sides of him.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, the scholar even offered Ximen Qing a cup of wine.

"That's interesting." Ximen Qing glanced at the other man and returned the toast with a cup of wine.

"What are you looking at, young master? Could it be that we are not good enough? Do you dislike us?"

"Who said that! You are all my wings!"

Without any hesitation, Ximen Qing pulled the three beauties in front of him into his arms and began to seriously study the authenticity of this... Painted Skin world.

Adhering to a rigorous attitude, he accurately tested the subcutaneous tissue structure of the soul body, as well as the muscle lines and textures.

Unfortunately, the sample size is too small, and further research is needed.

Perhaps it sensed his thoughts.

More fragrant flowers filled the air, and a graceful and elegant woman suddenly appeared before him.

The moment this woman appeared, the entire banquet fell into an instant silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"We have come to greet our mistress!"

Almost instantly, all the women who had just had a fever bowed respectfully to the woman in front of them, in a very serious and solemn manner.

And then take a look around.

Zhu Xiaolian also followed Tanmi in bowing deeply to the woman.

The swordsman, clutching his sword, knelt on one knee, his face showing reluctance.

The scholar, who resembled Ximen Qing, remained seated, pouring himself wine.

"Get up. We have distinguished guests. It's one thing for you not to be attentive, but one or two of you are actually trying to slack off? You must be tired of living."

The woman's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Ximen Qing clearly saw that the three women around him were trembling uncontrollably.

The next moment, the woman waved her sleeve, and a streak of light rushed towards them.

"Ah! Your Majesty, spare my life!"

Ding!

Just as the three female demons were begging for mercy in terror, a precious sword that could cut through iron like mud appeared before them.

Ximen Qing held a wine cup in one hand and pointed the tip of his knife at the woman opposite him with the other, and smiled slightly: "Are you the owner of this place?"

(Don't ask him where he got the knife; look at that swordsman next to him, he's carrying a sword too, isn't he?)

"Exactly! What do you mean by this, esteemed guest? You've startled me!"

The woman glanced at the tip of Ximen Qing's knife, smiled, and walked towards him, seemingly unconcerned.

He let the blade pierce through her illusory body.

"Flower Slave? What a nice name."

Ximen Qing didn't care at all. He put away the knife in his hand, then picked up the woman and let her arms drape over his body.

The delicate fragrance reminded him of the first time he faced Qing'er.

Something seems to be draining from my body. Is it magic? Or something else?

"If our honored guest says it's a good name, then it is certainly a good name. It was worth it for me to come out and see you in person."

"Now that we've met, let's settle things. Tell me, how do you plan to deal with me?"

Ximen Qing spoke to Hua Nu, their faces very close together.

"Hehe, honored guest, you are indeed very direct. But now that you have entered my pollen fairyland, don't even think about leaving. You are already mine. I haven't seen such a young sword immortal as you in a long time, and I am quite reluctant to part with you. If you surrender, I will definitely let you experience the ultimate pleasure before you die. Hehe, if you don't comply, I will now deplete your essence."

As she spoke, Hua Nu took a deep breath near Ximen Qing's face and exclaimed, "Such abundant yang energy! Truly rare in this world!"

However, perhaps because they were too close, Hua Nu did not notice the strange look on Ximen Qing's face.

He couldn't help but ask, "Dual cultivation? Absorbing yang to replenish yin? Are you sure?"

"Heh, scared? But, young master, there's no need to worry. My methods are far superior to those of ordinary mountain ghosts. They are the true techniques bestowed by the Blissful Old Man! You are fortunate enough to have tasted them."

Perhaps certain that Ximen Qing wouldn't be able to leave, Hua Nu straightened up and stared intently at him.

"Hehe, is that so? Then this young master is quite interested in this true method."

Ximen Qing licked his lips, shifting his focus away from the "Yes/No" option on the system interface.

At the same time.

Outside the painted wall, a perilous battle is underway.

Dawn had broken.

The moonlight fell, but the sun had not yet risen.

The world was plunged into the deepest darkness.

Inside the dilapidated temple, the campfire had been extinguished by the fierce wind, plunging the temple into a dark silence.

Suddenly, a bloody battle shattered the silence.

"Jellyfish Sword! Draw!"

A dark blue sword light appeared in the air, transforming into an invisible stream of light that flew straight towards them.

A fleeting glimpse of sword light illuminated the imposing stone demon standing in place.

A somber voice rang out: "Little girl, I don't care where you came from, but you alone are no match for me! Your companion is already dead. Tomorrow, I will take your corpses back to the mountains, cook them, and eat them! I'll distribute them to every spirit in the mountains!"

"nonsense!"

Zhou Qingyun's sword light was sharp, but it couldn't withstand the verbal attacks from Granny Shan opposite him.

Inevitably affected, their composure was thrown into disarray.

Seeing that her words had worked, Granny Shan immediately pressed her advantage: "I'm talking nonsense? Hehe, little girl, why don't you look at the wall!"

Zhou Qingyun was young after all, and upon hearing this, she actually glanced at the mural out of the corner of her eye.

She turned her head away after just one glance, her face turning ashen.

All that could be seen on the wall were talented men and beautiful women, swordsmen and heroines, and even Ximen Qing, all participating in a feast of lust.

It is no less than the legendary erotic paintings and Meiwu paintings.

"Hahaha! This painting is by the Blissful Elder, and its spirit can manipulate illusions. Ordinary cultivators, unless they reach the Innate Realm, will be instantly killed if they are pulled into it! He's doomed! So are you!"

Whoosh!

As soon as she finished speaking, Granny Shan waved her sleeve, and a layer of earth spikes emerged from the ground, sweeping towards Zhou Qingyun!