"What is Mount Tai? Its greenness stretches over Qi and Lu. Nature has endowed it with spiritual beauty, dividing the day into dusk and dawn. Clouds surge from the depths of my chest, and my eyes strain to follow the returning birds. I must ascend to its very peak and behold all lesser mountains dwarfed below."
Atop Mount Tai, a little loli with hair like a waterfall sat at the highest point, admiring the magnificent scenery before her and sincerely reciting Du Fu's poem "Looking at Mount Tai."
She had always been fascinated by Chinese poetry.
Only in this great nation could the most concise and simple words express the most magnificent artistic conception and local customs.
The little loli's features were exquisite, her skin like jade and her bones like ice. Sunlight fell upon her, casting a radiant glow.
Below, Dracula, the King of Vampires, fawned over her, exclaiming, "Master, a fine poem, a truly fine poem!"
The little loli's long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Then tell me, what is so good about this poem?"
Dracula was instantly embarrassed. He was adept at romance and charming women, but he knew nothing of poetry and songs.
He had merely been echoing her to please the little loli, never expecting to fall into a trap.
He could only chuckle awkwardly to ease his embarrassment.
His master's temper seemed particularly bad lately, unpredictable. He couldn't understand why.
Although women had their monthly cycles, his master never had such issues. Why had she been so strange recently?
"Dracula, are you sure the Xuanyuan Cave is in the Mount Tai region?"
The little loli inquired, as she too was after Pangu's blood.
Dracula nodded. He had spent a long time and countless efforts, and after much verification, he had reached this conclusion. It should not be wrong.
Although he was certain that the Xuanyuan Cave was within a hundred-mile radius, he had not yet pinpointed its exact location.
However, he was already developing his bat army and planned to conduct a thorough search. Even if it was like finding a needle in a haystack, he would eventually find something.
The little loli did not forget to add, "Be discreet in your actions, and pay close attention when searching. Don't harm any mortals."
Dracula obeyed, keeping her words firmly in mind. After all, with a formidable deity now present in China, it was wise to lie low, lest he be eliminated without even knowing it.
The little loli continued to admire the scenery of Mount Tai. Suddenly, a flicker of annoyance crossed her clear eyes as she spotted a familiar, annoying figure.
Dracula, meanwhile, was glancing around aimlessly, his gaze almost entirely fixed on the female tourists enjoying the mountain.
When he saw beautiful girls with fair skin, lovely features, and long legs, his eyes gleamed with a predatory light.
Suddenly.
Dracula's eyes lit up, and he stared intently at the mountainside, hearts uncontrollably appearing in his pupils.
"Oh, I can't help it, Cupid has shot me, I've met true love."
Dracula's face was filled with infatuation, and he grinned foolishly, having spotted an incredibly captivating beauty among the crowd.
The little loli found it unbearable and snorted, "Are all you scumbags like this? Falling for someone new every time you see them. Dracula, you've had over three hundred wives, big and small, can't you curb your philandering?"
Not long ago, he had claimed to have met the love of his life, falling for Li Feiyan.
However, after being rebuffed by Li's parents, his love had been shattered, and he had been dejected for days.
Unexpectedly, Dracula had found true love again so quickly. He was truly too scummy and outrageous.
"Master, I'm not a philanderer. It's just that my heart has shattered into countless pieces, and each piece has fallen in love with a different person. Moreover, in today's society, there are so many scumbags. I merely wish to protect these lovely girls and give them a warm home, so that these innocent and naive girls are not deceived in their feelings and bodies by scoundrels, leaving them bruised and broken."
Dracula was exceptionally thick-skinned, his words flowing like a well-rehearsed speech.
In any case, this was his nature, and he would never change.
The little loli was rendered speechless.
She had to admit that although Dracula was a philanderer, he still doted on his wives and was quite gentlemanly when proposing. Therefore, the little loli had never interfered with his private life.
"Master, please allow me to excuse myself for a moment to go and express my affections."
Dracula spoke, looking eager, intending to go and confess his love immediately.
The little loli waved her hand, letting him go.
On the mountainside.
Ji Mo and Qian Xianxian were climbing the mountain at a leisurely pace.
Anubis, being perceptive, did not follow.
Qian Xianxian was in high spirits, happily recounting their first meeting to Ji Mo.
At that time, Ji Mo had fallen from the sky, which had terrified them.
Ji Mo, however, was somewhat distracted and deeply troubled.
Qian Xianxian's wish was to become a Spirit King. While it seemed simple, it was actually quite difficult.
If she wanted to ascend to immortality, it would be an effortless matter. But merely reaching the Spirit King realm was challenging, and one could easily overstep.
Furthermore, to avoid revealing his identity, he had to do it secretly.
Seeing Ji Mo's demeanor, Qian Xianxian became a little annoyed. She was a beautiful and delicate maiden, taking him out for food, drink, and sightseeing, yet he wore a glum face. What was the meaning of this?
Truly, other men would be desperate to spend time with her, but this simpleton looked so reluctant.
Just then, a magnetic voice sounded.
"The Buddha said that five hundred past-life glances exchange for a single chance encounter in this life. I, however, have exchanged ten thousand glances for this moment of stopping before you. Beautiful maiden, may I ask how many glances it will take to truly enter your heart?"
The handsome and sunny Dracula elegantly walked up to Qian Xianxian, performed a Western noble bow, and conjured a bouquet of flowers out of thin air, offering them to her.
This act immediately drew the attention of the surrounding tourists, especially some young women who let out excited screams.
Such a handsome foreign young man, holding flowers, with a sunny smile, what woman would not be melted?
However, Qian Xianxian's face fell, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Get lost."
Normally, she wouldn't have lost her composure like this, but she was currently angry and immediately transferred her resentment towards Ji Mo onto Dracula.
Dracula was stunned, gaping in disbelief, experiencing the first Waterloo of his romantic life.
In the past, even when rejected, his advances were met with smiles and polite refusals.
But now, to be yelled at to get lost in public was truly unexpected.
Very well, the more thorny the rose, the more one desired to pluck it.
Dracula, being an experienced player of the game of love, smiled generously and turned to leave.
Then, he kept looking back, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"I keep looking back, like a moth to a flame, regardless of the consequences. I look back repeatedly, anticipating your reply, to grow old together."
Dracula's mouth was as sweet as honey, and cheesy pickup lines came out as easily as breathing.
It was precisely by being shameless and persistent that he had conquered the hearts of many girls.
Stubborn women feared persistent suitors, and coupled with his good looks, there were few women who could heartlessly refuse him.
However, Qian Xianxian had seen plenty of sycophants since childhood and was completely unimpressed. She coldly spat out two words: "Disgusting."
Dracula was taken aback, his expression slightly displeased.
But he didn't linger or pester her further. With the pride of a nobleman, he straightened his back, intending to leave.
"Wait."
Ji Mo, who had been watching the spectacle, spoke up, stopping him.