Demon Slayer of the Great Zhou Dynasty
This is a world where humans, demons, and spirits coexist. Confucianism, Daoism, sorcery, Buddhism, and martial arts thrive side by side, and cultivation is divided into nine ranks. At the highest levels, practitioners wield immense power. It is said that Confucian sages can shape reality with their words, their tongues blossoming with lotus flowers. Sorcerers gaze at the night sky and deduce the mysteries of all things. Martial artists of great prowess can move mountains, fill seas, shift stars, and change the moon. There are also beguiling fox spirits who take on human form, with bright eyes, radiant smiles, and slender jade hands resting lightly upon Lu Jiuzhang's left shoulder, speaking in a melodious human voice, “May I ask, sir, do you find me beautiful?”
Demon Slayer of the Great Zhou Dynasty
Though the season of Awakening Insects had already passed, the air remained decidedly chilly.
Changshui County lay far to the north—while flowers already blanketed the southern lands, here snowflakes still drifted down now and then.
Lu Jiuzhang instinctively pulled his coat tighter around himself and quickened his pace.
His elder brother, Lu Huaigu, had not shown himself for several days. After searching for him all day long without finding any clues, Lu Jiuzhang could not help but wonder: Where could he have gone?
Usually, if Lu Huaigu was not flirting at the Yi Hong Courtyard, he would be drinking himself senseless at the taverns north of town. But Lu Jiuzhang had checked both locations more than once, all without success.
It was almost time for his brother to collect his stipend again. If Lu Jiuzhang didn’t receive his living expenses soon, he’d likely starve to death.
What a useless elder brother! He really was unreliable.
Suddenly, a silvery, bell-like laugh reached his ears.
At the far end of the narrow alley, a gentle woman in red approached, holding a paper umbrella. Her features were exquisitely delicate, her skin as pale as snow; every glance and smile was enough to stir a man’s heart.
The surrounding air seemed to grow colder, and snowflakes began to swirl once more.
The woman walked barefoot, her gauzy clothing so thin it seemed almost transparent.
“Sir, do you find me beautiful?” she asked in a voice that bewitched.
So forward?
Lu Jiuzhang stiffened slightly in respect.
When
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