The happiness of men is often so simple, unadorned, and pure.
If they like it, they touch it; if they have a chance, they grope. As long as they get a little benefit, they are overjoyed.
Merely some physical contact was enough to make them tireless and willing to obey Xuanyang's commands.
Moreover, they all liked Xuanyang's personality – generous and unpretentious, unlike other Saintesses who always put on airs. Xuanyang was incredibly approachable and showed them no reservations.
Even though the groping was obvious, Xuanyang showed no anger and treated them like family.
Through various hand-holding, waist-hugging, and shoulder-slapping friendly interactions, Xuanyang Bao Bao easily manipulated a group of old perverts.
However, he also felt a little uneasy.
These guys seemed a bit off, always being touchy when they spoke, which was very annoying.
He was still too naive and didn't think much of it.
He attributed it to the unique customs and traditions of Jinxiu Prefecture, believing that good brothers interacted so intimately, and he shouldn't be surprised, lest he be laughed at as a bumpkin.
Slowly, more and more people came upon hearing the news.
Eventually, they all fell for Xuanyang's delicate fingers and effeminate voice.
Although some people suspected Xuanyang was a man, as the chest area wasn't completely flat but rather a vast expanse,
their doubts vanished instantly when Xuanyang briefly removed his veil, revealing his peerless beauty.
She was simply too beautiful!
Her face was delicate and elegant, her skin fairer than frost and snow.
Her eyes were watery and bright, and with every blink of her eyelashes, a soul-capturing glint emerged. A shallow dimple smile seemed to hold a thousand charms, and a single glance could make one fall.
Lang Qing, a notorious heart-igniter who rushed over upon hearing the news, happened to witness this scene and stood there like a stunned chicken.
In life, there truly is that one person whom, the moment you first see her, you know she is the one for you.
Lang Qing's heart pounded, believing that no beauty in the world could compare to this first glance of Xuanyang.
With just one look, it felt as if his mind had already lived a happy and beautiful life.
Lang Qing had even thought of names for his grandchildren.
"Miss Ji, you belong to me. No one can snatch you away from me."
Seeing the lecherous men surrounding Xuanyang, he was consumed by jealousy.
He then seized the opportunity to approach Xuanyang, showering her with attention.
Seeing this, others were not to be outdone and vied for her favor. These perverts quickly became competitive.
As a result, Xuanyang's fame grew, attracting more and more people.
...
The moon rose above the willows, and twilight approached.
By the shore of a quiet lake in the Shallow Sun Forest.
Zhen Zhen, the sixth-ranked Supreme Elder of the Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect, finally met the shameless, heartless old man she had been longing for.
No one would have imagined that an old woman like Zhen Zhen, with yellow earth already buried up to her neck, would be so indiscreet and meet someone in secret.
"Lang Lang, you've finally deigned to see me."
Upon seeing the man appear, Zhen Zhen's cloudy old eyes lit up with joy, and she couldn't help but step forward.
But as she got closer, she feigned annoyance and snorted, "Hmph, why are you here to see me instead of your little vixen?"
The person meeting her was a middle-aged man.
He was burly, with a square face and sharp features. Silver threads were mixed in his temples, giving him a rather imposing and majestic appearance.
He was Lang Qihong, the Pavilion Master of Floating Dreams Pavilion, Lang Qing's father, a renowned figure.
If anyone were to witness this scene, they would likely be shocked. Lang Qihong having an affair with Zhen Zhen was simply unimaginable.
"A'Zhen, what nonsense are you talking about? What little vixen? There's only my old baby."
Lang Qihong, clearly experienced in such situations, went forward and domineeringly pulled Zhen Zhen into a tight embrace.
Next, he should have kissed her forcefully without a word.
But as he looked down at Zhen Zhen's wrinkled face, he ultimately couldn't overcome his inner qualm and couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I don't believe you. You must be hiding someone younger from me."
Zhen Zhen was very susceptible to this kind of flattery but still felt dissatisfied and insecure.
Lang Qihong chuckled, "You know me. I can swear I haven't found anyone younger."
He said this with confidence, not like he was lying.
But he wasn't telling the whole truth either; he hadn't found anyone younger, but he had found someone older.
This guy wasn't actually fond of "old grapes" but rather that these older women held high positions and were very easily fooled.
With just a few small tricks, he could manipulate them, making them dance to his tune.
Floating Dreams Pavilion had developed rapidly over the years, rising from a second-rate force to a first-rate one, all thanks to Lang Qihong's diligent efforts.
But contrary to what was rumored outside, Lang Qihong hadn't relied on his own strength but on "eating soft rice" to easily develop and expand Floating Dreams Pavilion.
In secret, he maintained extremely intimate relationships with many powerful older women.
After hearing Lang Qihong's sweet talk, Zhen Zhen's anger finally subsided, and she complained, "You heartless wretch, you don't know, a few days ago I was tricked by that Ji Mo, and almost exposed our affair. Our clandestine relationship can't go on like this. Why don't you divorce the old hag at home and marry me?"
Lang Qihong's eyebrows twitched violently. He dreaded hearing such words the most.
He really wanted to say, "Zhen Zhen, don't you have any self-awareness? Don't you look in the mirror daily?"
You, of all people, have the nerve to call my wife a yellow-faced woman?
Of course, he wouldn't divorce his wife to marry Zhen Zhen. Not to mention the gossip it would cause, who would want to marry such an old hag?
Although he wasn't young anymore, he didn't look old, so he naturally found Zhen Zhen repulsive.
He still needed to use Zhen Zhen and couldn't fall out with her. Lang Qihong, suppressing his disgust, spoke more sweet words, finally deceiving Zhen Zhen.
"Now that the selection for the Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect Leader has been suspended, this is not conducive to our plan. What do you plan to do next?"
Lang Qihong questioned urgently, his words laced with resentment.
He thought Zhen Zhen was utterly useless, unable to handle even such a small matter.
According to the original plan, they were to support Ling Lan of the Feng Sect as the new Sect Leader, but now it seemed difficult.
Zhen Zhen gritted her teeth, "The Yue Sect inexplicably produced a Ji Mo. That brat is quite capable. If it were based on true strength, the Saintesses from the other three sects wouldn't be able to compete with him. We have to change the plan."
"Brat?"
Lang Qihong was full of questions. Could a Saintess be a man?
Zhen Zhen explained the whole story, making Lang Qihong sigh with emotion.
Damn it, he had lost big time.
If he had known earlier that a Saintess could be a man, he should have tried every means to infiltrate the Feng Hua Xue Yue Sect when he was young and find a way to become a Saintess to compete for the position of Sect Leader.
Then, reaching the heavens in a single stride would have been much simpler, saving him tens of thousands of years of hard work.
Thinking about how he had sold his looks and tried every way to please these old women over the years, he felt so wronged, filled with a thousand sorrows.
"This Ji fellow is a genius! He knows how to take shortcuts!"
Lang Qihong's teeth gnashed in anger, vowing to kill Ji Mo.
It was infuriating. Why hadn't he been so clever back then?