After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

Chapter 114 makes up for that 0.5 times (Please subscribe, meow~)

"Zhang Chen, the news from the company is that Daoist Chunyang is in Ning'an."

Shen Nianxi tried her best to remain composed, cleared her throat, and asked seriously, "What are your thoughts on this?"

"I don't think it's there," Zhang Chen replied instantly.

The girl with the high ponytail raised her arched eyebrows slightly. "What, do you have evidence?"

"intuition."

"My intuition also tells me that he is here."

"Didn't you say that if he were here, he would kidnap you and make you his bandit queen?" Zhang Chen retorted. "You're perfectly fine now, and you've already lost your virginity."

"Can't you speak properly? That's 0.5 times!" Shen Nianxi scolded playfully. "Who stood me up last Mid-Autumn Festival, and was even peeking at me from the side?"

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"Did you enjoy watching it?"

"Isn't it inappropriate for us to talk about this in the street? There have been a lot of monsters coming to Ning'an lately, and hearing this kind of talk will damage your personal image," Zhang Chen tried to stop him.

"I'm asking you, are you enjoying it?" Shen Nianxi asked again.

"It's alright," Zhang Chen replied immediately.

"Go back and write me an essay." Shen Nianxi brushed her bangs aside. "Describe in detail what you saw that day: its appearance, color, skin condition, movements, and expressions from beginning to end. Describe how many times you took a deep breath, how many times you held back, and what sounds you heard. Write at least 10,000 words. I want to see your emotions."

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It would be better to have Li Yinuo write this. If that's not possible, we'll have to find Xiao Xiaomei to ghostwrite it.

What will be the consequences if I don't write it?

"Then I won't work with you anymore," Shen Nianxi said defiantly.

What terrible consequences.

"Okay, let me think about how to write it."

"Besides this, Zhang Chen, I traveled all over China on this business trip and found that most people in the company have a very shallow understanding of Chunyang Daoist. The company's records about him are either inaccurate or nonexistent."

"Furthermore, the Heartless Taoist is completely different from the one I once knew."

"There's not much information inside the company. Who did you hear all this from?" Zhang Chen asked.

"You mean that fox in your house?" Shen Nianxi tapped her chin lightly with her fingers. "She told me that once the Pure Yang Daoist shows himself, he will play with my body, and I will also be bewitched by the philandering Daoist, and in the end I will definitely be irresponsibly abandoned."

As expected of Tu Shan Han Su.

"But when I went to Shanghai a few days ago, I happened to run into Kui Di, an old Taoist priest from the Kui Shu lineage. He showed me an ancient book and explained it to me in detail..."

"I am actually sworn enemies with the Heartless Taoist," Shen Nianxi said in a low voice. "The kind of sworn enemies where every time we meet, one of us is destined to die."

"But for two thousand years, my predecessors have never won; they all met a tragic end."

Zhang Chen paused slightly; this statement did connect with what Xiao Shao Niao had revealed to him.

Yin and Yang are not two things that come together, but rather two things that repel each other.

"However, the womanizer is indeed a womanizer. I heard that the number of women he has defiled, not counting humans, but just the female demons in the Mahayana stage, is already spread across the entire realm."

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? Has he left the biosphere? How could he possibly defile it?"

"What wouldn't someone who's suppressed their emotions for two thousand years do?" Shen Nianxi emphasized. "Even the Pure Yang Daoist isn't as uninterested in humans as the rumors suggest. The ancient book in Kui Di's possession can be confirmed to have been written by a human woman from ancient times..."

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"I suspect that he lived for two thousand years just to build a harem of all races."

"..." Zhang Chen chuckled awkwardly, though he didn't rule out that possibility.

"Recently, all sorts of demons, monsters, and immortals will definitely come to Ning'an to cause trouble for Huaxin Daoren," Shen Nianxi added. "But according to my speculation, Huaxin Daoren has already transformed into a kind of world will."

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"Do you understand? During the three hundred years he disappeared, he left behind countless teleportation arrays throughout the Celestial Empire, which is the foundation upon which the company was built."

"The teleportation array signifies spatial magic, and some have even witnessed him rejuvenating... This means he may also possess time magic."

"A cultivator who can master both of these supernatural powers is almost equivalent to a god, meaning he has transformed into a vague and ethereal ideology... without any physical form."

"I met a ghost in the North; she was a spirit who had mastered spatial magic, in the form of a soul."

"That philandering Taoist, in a sense, has become a kind of great Dao, a law of this world... He is omnipresent."

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"Uh..." Zhang Chen was still more interested in the ghost lady.

Can ghosts get pregnant?

This may involve principles of quantum mechanics.

"The company's secret was that the relics of the Pure Yang Taoist could not be looked at directly, and mortals would be uncontrollably attracted by his faith and become believers... This further confirms my guess."

"I believe he will find a few sufficiently loyal believers in the world to become his spokespeople."

"It could be a human, or it could be a demon."

"Zhang Chen, so the reason I did those things with you before, including giving you 0.5 times, was because I was convinced that you were his follower... You may not know, but I could feel it."

"I need to make sure you're mentally sound. After all, you're my deskmate, and I'm willing to sacrifice a fraction of a second..."

Zhang Chen was somewhat confused. Shen Nianxi's words changed every two or three days, but in summary, it all boiled down to this:

I'm not someone to be trifled with; I was just doing business before.

"Am I normal?" Zhang Chen asked.

"It's still unclear." Shen Nianxi pulled him to sit on the grass of the playground, her little face cold. "After a few thousand more tests, we should be able to figure it out."

"How is it tested?"

Shen Nianxi suddenly looked up, "My body can break down your yang energy and decipher some clues from it."

"I realized this when I ate mooncakes last time... By the way, why did you stuff yang energy into the mooncakes? I almost choked!"

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"In short, next time you'll have to come with real guns and ammunition."

Shen Nianxi seemed unsure of herself when she said this, her small hands nervously clutching the hem of her skirt, "Only in this way can I be sure if your mind is normal, whether you've been corrupted..."

"The more the better," she added.

As the girl spoke, Zhang Chen smelled an extremely strong scent of hormones, even stronger than the scent emanating from the succubus.

"I've booked the room, the presidential suite on the top floor of the Ning'an Hotel. I'll be staying there every night from now on. Come over when you have time, I'll check it out for you..."

"Don't bring an umbrella or any medicine, I've already prepared everything."

"What have you prepared?" Zhang Chen got goosebumps. It seemed that Xi Xi was still holding a grudge about letting him go during the last Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Painkillers, morphine, military first aid kit, ventilator..." the girl said, counting on her fingers.

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"What are you staring at? Is there anything strange about it? Do you know you injured me so badly last time? I just didn't want you to fuck me to death, what's wrong with that?"

Miss Shen pouted, her peach-blossom eyes gleaming with astonishing desire.

"Okay," Zhang Chen said, indicating his understanding, "but I probably won't have much time..."

He was about to subtly refuse when he noticed a few specks of pollen from the bitter love tree flower on Shen Nianxi's head.

He paused, reached out and touched the girl's head, plucking off the few pollen grains.

At the same time, Shen Nianxi's condition was confirmed:

[List of Yokai Included]

[Already included: Xuan Yin Yin Body (Human)]

[Consuming Yang Yuan, losing blood, and activating the Dao body]

[Note: The Xuan Yin body originally had only one lifetime, but due to her personal experiences, she influenced the Bitter Love Tree, enabling it to reincarnate in every lifetime, experiencing tragedy in every life, thus becoming the second source of the Bitter Love Flower's pollen...]

Zhang Chen suddenly realized that tide tide Jiang was the one who produced the most pollen by his side.

Compared to Shen Nianxi, Xiao Shuyao and Su Qinghe are merely budding flowers.

"What are you doing..." Shen Nianxi trembled as he suddenly patted her head, shrinking her neck as she asked.

Zhang Chen tucked the pollen into his pocket. "It's nothing. There's some cotton in your hair. It's probably because the kapok flowers are in bloom and the fluff has drifted onto you."

"Oh, that doesn't mean anything."

Shen Nianxi rested her chin on her hand, "I still prefer... that you put other things that easily stick to your hair on."

You've stopped pretending, haven't you?

But we can't really blame Shio-chan. Her sexual desire is even stronger than some monsters. First, it's a matter of her constitution, and second, it's probably related to reincarnation...

I wonder if there's a point in time from Shen Nianxi's past life that can be retraced.

"Did you hear me?"

"I'll check tonight. I'll come see you if I have time, but it depends on my mood."

"Tch, bring your completed essay with you when you come. I want you to read it aloud on the spot and I'll correct your mistakes immediately. For example, if the description of the wrinkles is wrong, too many or too few, too thin or too thick, you'll be punished by having to spend a few more hours with me."

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How did such a cute little head come up with such bizarre ideas?

"Okay, I'll go practice my poetry recitation."

"Yes, this is all for your own sake, Zhang Chen. I hope you can be more proactive... more proactive."

Zhang Chen held his nerves, but he was practically a ticking time bomb.

Shen Nianxi, with her thick skin, got up and grabbed Zhang Chen's hand to pat the dust off her buttocks. She patted it dozens of times before reluctantly letting go: "I need to keep an eye on those old guys. They came for Chunyang Daoist, and maybe they can help me find the other believers."

"Hard."

"If you feel sorry for me, please be gentler tonight. I don't want to be on a ventilator while being..."

Shen Nianxi blushed as she spoke, as if she had returned to her high school days. She gently patted his shoulder, hummed a little, and walked away gracefully.

His deepest memory was still of Shen Nianxi during his "white moonlight" period; every time he saw her back, he felt a little dazed.

That girl was quiet, pretty, fair-skinned, and slender, as light as a feather. Her expression was always indifferent, and you couldn't tell what was on her mind. But she was of good character. When boys misbehaved, she would furrow her brows slightly and whisper that it was wrong. When she was criticized by the teacher, she would bite her lip and remain silent.

Zhang Chen didn't really want to notice her at first. Although she was dazzlingly beautiful, Zhang Chen only thought her talk of unrequited love was quite ordinary.

Until one rainy day, a girl walked past him with an umbrella in hand. Her hair was wet, her eyes were wet, and even the hem of her loose school uniform was wet. Her short and thin figure looked like a stray cat.

From then on, Zhang Chen began to care about her. He couldn't help but steal glances during class, and he would often search for her aloof figure in the crowd during morning exercises. As time went on, he noticed that she would bite her pen cap in annoyance, show a faint smile, and turn her face to the window to cry silently... He really wanted to have a story with her.

That summer after the college entrance exam, Zhang Chen thought that nothing had ever happened between them. She had never belonged to him, nor to anyone else, but had simply drifted by like a cloud through the rainy season of his student days.

If Shen Nianxi were just an eighteen-year-old girl, not some scheming person, and without any burdens, perhaps Zhang Chen and she could have had a good relationship.

Putting aside the inherent conflict between yin and yang, and the inability to reconcile two lives for one another, Zhang Chen was even more afraid that the girl wouldn't be able to accept the presence of so many female demons behind him...

"Were you staring at me just now?" Suddenly, Shen Nianxi turned around playfully and caught his gaze.

"Hmm." Zhang Chen smiled, scratching his head with the same憨厚 (honest and simple) manner as a year ago.

"Do I look better dressed or naked?" she asked.

"They all look good."

"When did you ever see me without clothes? And you even said I hypnotized you!"

"Uh... there will be a little bit of impression after hypnosis," Zhang Chen argued.

"Zhang Chen, you're disgusting." Shen Nianxi covered her nose and fanned herself. "You really smell bad."

"Since you remember, you should know how to hold back, right? You almost killed me..."

Zhang Chen wanted to say that he wasn't actually that scary; he just wasn't prepared last time.

Moreover, his "self-control" is actually able to control the appropriate degree at will, and it is not so scary every time.

Normally, because the demand for Tushan Cold Dew is the highest, it is generally kept at the limit that the fox can withstand.

What monsters can endure is certainly beyond what humans can, which is why Shen Nianxi broke down so badly last time.

He had just finished organizing his thoughts to explain when he saw Shen Nianxi answer a phone call and hurriedly hop away with a limp.

One lump and one limp... I must have used too much force when I was brushing off the dust earlier, and now it's starting to hurt.

Having spent ten years two thousand years ago, Zhang Chen has a unique feeling about the reunion. Now, seeing Shen Nianxi again, his desire to cherish the girl has grown even stronger.

After all, Xiao Shuyao and Su Qinghe in the retrospective story are both tragic figures, much like the tragic fate of all the beauties in Dream of the Red Chamber, and are merely minor female characters.

Shen Nianxi is practically a pollen cannon.

Zhang Chen even wanted to pick her up and shake her to see how much pollen she could shake out.

Hopefully it wasn't sprayed out... and please don't let it be spilled either, leaks aren't very elegant either.

He picked it himself.

Inside the library.

Xiao Shuyao, Su Qinghe, and Jiang Rou were inseparable. Jiang Rou brought out her laptop to write on Zhihu, while Su Qinghe held a paintbrush in her hand, drawing while reading.

Xiao Shuyao was writing furiously; she was used to handwriting and typing was slower.

At a table next to the three women, a group of old friends from the Beijing area were also gathered, though their relationship wasn't good.

"Shuyao, you canceled Chen Jun's party and press conference? He's your competitor, and he was even willing to help you generate buzz. Why did you stand him up?"

Liu Zixi sighed, "You withdrew from the newcomer award a few days ago, your family must be furious, right? Do you still have any resources now?"

"Your book is still being printed by the school press, and most people read it online. Since it's not officially published in physical form, you're at a significant disadvantage when it comes to awards."

"Don't even mention comparing yourself to Chen Jun, you should at least bring down that Li Yinuo, right? Chen Jun is definitely the top prize, but we can't let him get second place."

"Chen Jun is first, you're second; if word gets out, you're the golden couple of Beijing. How wonderful!"

As Liu Zixi got more and more excited, he ignored the others' attempts to stop him, pulled up a chair, and squeezed between Xiao Shuyao and Su Qinghe.

"Shuyao, after all these years of friendship, I still have to give you some advice. Your book... lacks a bit of our perspective as independent women, doesn't it?"

"That Li Yinuo is an author who started out by flirting with Nan, but you're different. Look, even Chen Jun's new book has a female protagonist, how come you..."

Xiao Shuyao slammed her pen down, looking slightly impatient.

"Liu Zixi, if you want to write your feminist book, you can write it yourself. Don't bother me."

"Furthermore, my new book has already been submitted to a magazine, so you don't need to worry about the publication. Please do not disturb me unless necessary, thank you."

Liu Zixi's expression darkened slightly. "It's not like I haven't been doing it. I have an account on Xiaohongshu with over 100,000 followers."

"Oh, I know you." Jiang Rou suddenly leaned forward and said, "Someone on Zhihu has analyzed your account marketing strategy."

"Right, right~" Liu Zixi beamed. "Xiao Rou knows me."

"But according to the negative example interpretation," Jiang Rou took off her blue light blocking glasses, "your account is full of extreme fans, so you basically won't get any GG business income. You can only be considered an online female toilet."

"Xiaorou, you can't say that," Su Qinghe chimed in. "The women's restroom isn't that dirty."

"That's true~" Jiang Rou smiled.

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Liu Zixi knew she was making a fool of herself, so she rolled her eyes, pulled her chair back, and muttered to herself, "I don't know what's wrong with those three, I can't persuade them."

"Take it easy." A bespectacled man named Luo Qing flipped through a book on self-help, pretending to be serious. "People always go their separate ways."

"My uncle works at the Writers Association. There may be controversy in the selection of this Mao Dun Prize, but a book that can't even be published will definitely not be the top prize. Xiao Shuyao is ruining her own future."

"Once Chen Jun wins the award, she'll naturally realize her mistake. People learn things after just one lesson; you can advise her then."

"Compared to something that's a done deal, the editor-in-chief of Harvest magazine has already arrived in Ning'an," Luo Qing said mysteriously. "It's probably for Chen Jun's new book; he could arrive at any time."

"If it could be serialized in Harvest magazine for a few issues, it would greatly increase the chances of winning an award. That's a top-tier publication."

"However..." Luo Qing changed the subject, "It seems you don't understand this either. It's a pity you're not in the literary circle and don't understand its value."

Everyone chuckled. "Old Luo, so you think you know a lot?"

"I don't write books, but I have a good eye for quality. My uncle holds a fairly high position in the Writers' Association..."

"Is the editor-in-chief of Harvest magazine male or female?" Liu Zixi suddenly asked.

Luo Qing's expression froze. "A man with green hair. Everyone says he's a very dashing and talented person."

"A man? Then I don't think this magazine is very valuable."

Liu Zixi shrugged. "To put it bluntly, no matter how good a book is, not many people will read it. It's better for me to create an account; a single post with pictures and text can get tens of thousands of views."

This one sentence almost killed the conversation. None of them were willing to concede to the others, yet they all enjoyed chatting and complimenting each other.

"Let's not talk about that. Chen Jun said he went to take care of some things, why isn't he back yet?"

"Wait a minute, Chen Jun told me he went to the hospital and told us not to mess with that Zhang Chen guy..." Luo Qing said, looking at his phone.

"Zhang Chen?" Liu Zixi frowned subconsciously. "Oh, that's the country bumpkin guy from last time?"

"What's the point of provoking him? We're not even on the same level as him."

"Keep your voice down, Jiang Rou and the others are right next to us."

"Then I'll definitely say it again. We can't let some pig from Ning'an take advantage of the cabbages from our Beijing area. Chen Jun is a million times better than him..."

"We're both women, why can't I understand?"

"Snapped!"

Jiang Rou suddenly slammed the laptop shut, making a loud noise. Anyone with eyes could see that she was angry.

Liu Zixi was startled and muttered a few words. Just as she was about to speak again, she noticed that everyone's gaze was fixed on the same spot.

She'd gotten a bit nearsighted from playing on her phone, and could only see two men, one of whom had a really weird green head.

As the two men drew closer, she realized one of them was the unsophisticated man. She felt a surge of dread; it was exactly what she'd predicted...

But then, Luo Qing suddenly stood up and walked forward respectfully: "Teacher Kui, you're here for Chen Jun's book, right? I'm his friend, and my uncle works for the Beijing Writers Association..."

"Stop." Quidi smiled politely. "Excuse me, little friend, I don't know Chen Jun, and I don't know your uncle either."

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"Ah...this, then you..." Luo Qing looked at Zhang Chen beside him with surprise and doubt.

"She's over there." Zhang Chen ignored him and pointed to Xiao Shuyao for Kui Di. "I don't know anything about publishing. You talk to her. I won't go over there."

"My lord, those are all your wives and concubines. It would be better if you were present to listen in," Kui Di said with a shake of his head and a smile.

"Wives and concubines... uh, okay, I'm too lazy to explain. So hurry up." Zhang Chen had no choice but to follow. The three women stared at him intently, their gazes burning.

He didn't want to face that kind of gaze. Just thinking about how the three little ones had been downstairs listening to the shaking sounds from his apartment for two days made him feel embarrassed.

At this moment, Luo Qing returned to his seat, dumbfounded, and looked at Kui Di treating Xiao Shuyao and Zhang Chen with courtesy. He was completely lost and incredulous.

"Luo Qing, who is that?" Everyone hurriedly surrounded him and asked.

"He's the editor-in-chief of Harvest!" Luo Qing said through gritted teeth. "This isn't right. My uncle told me he was looking for Chen Jun!"

"Damn it, I was hoping to become a familiar face in the industry and develop a long-term career, eventually taking over my uncle's job. What happened?"

"Is there some mistake?" Liu Zixi asked.

"You've got the wrong person... Liu Zixi, isn't that Zhang Chen next to you?"

"Yeah, that's strange. How did they end up together? Didn't you say the editor-in-chief was really impressive? The people around him don't seem that great to me..."

Luo Qing remembered Chen Jun's words, slapped his forehead, pointed at Liu Zixi, and cursed, "You're a fucking idiot!"

After saying that, he fled as if he were running away.

Liu Zixi and the others were stunned for a moment. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Zhang Chen's calm and composed face, as if he were sitting with three women in his lap without being tempted.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"This signature will suffice," Quai said with a smile. "Don't worry, since you are the master's wife or concubine, I won't lie to you."

Xiao Shuyao looked at Zhang Chen, blushing and nodding blankly. Jiang Rou was also a little embarrassed, while Su Qinghe didn't care and watched curiously.

Zhang Chen:

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"My lord, I have another request." Emperor Kui took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

Seeing the emotion in his eyes, Zhang Chen switched to a different state: "Speak freely."

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