Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

And everything in the Qin Sect will belong to the Immortal Capital.

My task is complete.

Of course.

It was at the very moment he was about to step out of the Qin Sect's main hall.

But he suddenly discovered—

The hundreds of white figures that should have been following him behind him suddenly disappeared.

No.

Along with them, the corpses scattered all over the ground also disappeared.

And there was that petite, silent girl.

And that broken Xuan Bell.

And all of this.

hum~

Zuo He was stunned.

In the silence, he heard it.

The sound of strings came from the mountain gate.

The unfamiliar string sounds coming from the stringed staircase.

Amidst the long, drawn-out notes, a clear, cold voice rang out.

"When did you come into being..."

"You didn't have the illusion of being in the melody?"

18. It's very simple to drive someone crazy.

Where is the music coming from?

Where did the melody begin?

And from where do those words echo again?

On the long-lost stringed staircase in the distance, a person in white cloth shoes walked slowly. With each step, the strings beneath their feet were covered with a layer of silver light, and at the same time, melodious string music rose and fell.

Simple musical notes, unadorned string sounds.

Zuo He's ears were ringing; he found the music too harsh and irritating to listen to.

The scene before my eyes kept changing. The huge Qin Sect disappeared in the blink of an eye, and in its place was a brightly decorated hall with an extremely luxurious interior.

In the very center of its hall, there is a wine pool that exudes a rich aroma. The wine is pale red, yet crystal clear, and the air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

The four walls of the main hall are painted with erotic pictures that would make any man's blood boil. The women in the pictures are mostly dressed lightly with their shoulders exposed, riding on the men in a charming and seductive manner.

The man in the mural... surrounded by a group of beautiful, fairy-like women, enjoying family bliss, happened to have the face of Zuo He.

Beside the wine pool was a light gauze curtain. Beyond the pale pink gauze, countless delicacies were displayed in all directions. All the most popular dishes in the world were available here.

Zuo He was currently in this world of wine, women, and meat.

Before he could react, a dozen stunning beauties, each with a different appearance and style, emerged from the rich wine pool. They were all like lotuses emerging from the water, their bodies covered in wine, their black hair hanging down, and their snow-white skin clearly visible through their thin clothes.

"Sir, come and play!"

One after another, alluring voices, captivating and enchanting, echoed in my ears.

Zuo He paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

He discovered that the spiritual energy within his body seemed temporarily unable to circulate—which was to be expected, as it is well known that when one is completely immersed in the realm of music, it is as if one is in a dream.

But now that he knew it was an illusion, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Heavy breathing came from all around, and her soft, gentle hands slipped inside Zuo He's clothes, caressing his skin.

"You think you can trap me with this illusion?"

Zuo He snorted coldly, completely ignoring the allure of those beauties.

The Golden Tiger King's left eye suddenly shone with dazzling golden light, enveloping the entire wine pool and meat forest!

His eye was his strongest asset in ascending to the position of the leader of the Eighteen Immortal Saints, and it was also his trump card.

This golden eye is actually related to Zuo He – it is not originally part of Zuo He's body. In fact, this eye is more like Zuo He's weapon.

Therefore, even if the illusion could affect Zuo He, it might not be able to affect his golden eye.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, as long as this eye exists, there is nothing in the world that can trap his illusion.

however.

It happened at the very moment the golden light dissipated.

Visibly, the beautiful women who should have been graceful and alluring were transformed under the golden light into…

"Ah~ I heard you're also from Guandong, so we might be from the same hometown♂"

"Ah~ASS♂WE♂Can~"

"Hey bro, hurry up?"

"Hey, you've got a great figure! Come on! Let Brother Jie take a look."

Muscular men surrounded Zuo He, striking various alluring poses and constantly throwing him flirtatious glances.

Not only that, but the area that was originally only a dozen people surrounding Zuo He has now become a base for naked muscular men!

Even the erotic paintings on the murals have been transformed into depictions of men with men...

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Countless rough, calloused hands roamed over Zuo He's body, stroking upwards from his calves all the way to his thighs...

cough cough.

This is fucking terrifying!

Zuo He's mind suddenly collapsed at a certain moment. He took a step back with an extremely horrified expression, but stopped abruptly as if he had hit a rock.

He turned around blankly, only to see a two-meter-tall blond man who was completely naked from head to toe.

The other person's facial features looked a bit strange, but they were still considered good-looking. His explosive muscles were even more impressive than those of other muscular men!

"Young man~"

The blond, muscular man smiled and winked at Zuo He.

"I am Billy the Forest Fairy..."

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Despite the intense fear, Zuo He's spiritual energy suddenly became able to circulate again.

He went berserk and slapped forward with his palm, instantly turning the blond man who called himself Billy King into a bloody mist. He then turned around and with a flick of his hand, killed all the other ugly, muscular men.

He relentlessly poured his spiritual energy into all directions, shattering all the terrifying murals, tearing apart the beautiful gauze curtains, and kicking all the delicacies to the ground.

Everything... eventually returned to peace.

He was breathing heavily, and cold sweat was streaming down his forehead.

"It's all fake, it's all fake, this kind of thing..."

"It's all fake, all fake, just an illusion!"

When you realize that you absolutely cannot be swayed by the illusion.

He suddenly raised his head, ready to shatter this damned illusion head-on!

But then a long, drawn-out note came down without warning.

hum~

The wine pool and meat forest also turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

In the absolute darkness, Zuo He couldn't help but frown.

Anyway, what kind of unsettling scene will be shown next? It doesn't matter. As long as I know it's fake, I can circulate my spiritual energy to escape this illusion and I'll definitely be able to…

Thinking of this, his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden onslaught of two enormous forces.

He felt his arms suddenly slip out of his control, and then his whole body seemed to be bound, and the world before him began to become clear.

He looked around and found himself lying on a wooden plank. The walls around him were gray, the room was dusty, and there was a lot of dry grass in the distance. The room was almost undecorated—it looked like a storage room in an ordinary person's home.

How did I get here?

A sense of bewilderment involuntarily arose in his mind, but before he could get an answer, he discovered something very ominous.

For some reason, his pants weren't on him.

Yes.

At this moment, his legs and feet were completely bound, and he was lying flat on the wooden board in a spread-eagle position, with his lower body completely uncovered.

Could it be... could it be that...

Zuo He's eyes widened in horror, and his body trembled violently.

crunch--

The wooden door was pushed open.

A young man with lifeless eyes, an ordinary appearance, and dressed in a snow-white long robe slowly stepped in.

The young man frowned, glanced at Zuo He's lower body, and then let out a sigh.

"It's so small, it'll be a bit of a test of my skills."

While uttering nonsensical words, he pulled out a giant iron pair of scissors, half a meter long, from behind him and, as if testing it beforehand, cut the air twice.

The young man in the white shirt nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, it feels good."

"Then, don't move."