Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 195 Old Friends and the Furnace (Bonus chapter at the beginning of the month, please vote with monthly tickets!!!)
"Bang..."

The iron cage was opened.

On a bustling street, one person stands inside a cage, while another stands outside.

A long-lost smile appeared on Zhou Yuantong's usually cold face as she nodded to Zhu Ju inside the cage.
"Brother Zhu, we meet again."

"Yes." Zhu Ju looked at the other person, his expression strange.
"I just didn't expect that we would meet here, under these circumstances."

“Fate is truly wondrous.” Zhou Yuantong gestured with her hand.

"please!"

"Thank you." Zhu Ju cupped his hands and stepped out of the iron cage. Because his cultivation was sealed, his steps were slightly unsteady.

"Wait a minute!" Just then, the woman surnamed Mu spoke up with a cold face:
"Senior Sister Zhou, everything should be done in a first-come, first-served manner. I clearly took a liking to this man first."

"Hmm?" Zhou Yuantong frowned.

His gaze then swept past the woman surnamed Mu and fell upon the tall female cultivator who had appeared behind her at some unknown time.

"Senior Sister Fu?"

The woman surnamed Mu had been resentful but remained silent until now, but she dared to speak out and stop him, clearly because she had been given the confidence by the other party.

"Junior Sister Zhou." Fu Qiuyue walked slowly towards them, barefoot and dressed in a thin veil, her graceful figure like that of a goddess.
"You're a rare visitor to the flower shop. Have you finally found your dream lover?"

"Senior Sister," Zhou Yuantong said coldly.
"As a core disciple, you have the right to choose your furnace vessel first, you must know that, right?"

"Of course!" Fu Qiuyue shrugged.

"but……"

"Junior sister, are you really going to take him back to use as a furnace? I remember you let someone go back then."

Zhou Yuantong's expression darkened.

When she first entered the Hehuan Sect, she was confused and, out of compassion, deliberately let one person leave.

but,

The man died at the hands of other demonesses before he even left the valley, and this incident became a laughing stock among his fellow disciples.

"Hehe..." Fu Qiuyue took in her expression and smiled slightly upon seeing it:

"It seems this time will be the same. Since Junior Sister doesn't intend to use him as a furnace, there's no point in keeping him."

She waved to the woman surnamed Mu:

"Junior Sister Mu, the person is yours."

"Thank you, senior sister."

The woman surnamed Mu was overjoyed and reached out to grab the love-binding silk on Zhu Ju's wrist, saying urgently:

"My beauty, you are mine now."

This woman is quite beautiful, not very tall but with a graceful figure, and her skin is so smooth and delicate that it's incredibly alluring.

However, her beautiful eyes held a sinister quality, and the way she looked at him was more like she was looking at an interesting toy.

Not people.

It's likely that the consequences of falling into her hands won't be good.

Zhu Ju instinctively wanted to avoid it.

"Shh!"

at this time.

A slender arm reached out first, its five fingers grasping the love-entwined silk, and gently pulled it off the wrist.

"Senior Sister." Zhou Yuantong's face was cold as she threw the Entangling Silk on the ground.
"Is that okay now?"

"Of course!"

Fu Qiuyue smiled:
"If Martial Aunt Yuanfei knew that Junior Sister had finally found the right person, she would be very happy."

"Junior Sister Mu, let's go!"

The woman surnamed Mu looked resentful, glared at Zhu Ju fiercely, stomped her foot, and turned to leave.

Zhu Ju looked thoughtfully at the tangled threads of love on the ground.

The moment Zhou Yuantong untied the entangled love threads, he could feel a wisp of inconspicuous divine soul power entering his sea of ​​consciousness.

If his spiritual power were not so strong, he would not have been able to detect it.

at the same time.

He seemed to have developed some kind of special connection with Zhou Yuantong, and his mind was instantly filled with memories of their past.

An inexplicable feeling quietly began to grow.

"Moo!"

The Soul-Shocking Bell in the Sea of ​​Consciousness shook gently. Tianlong Bayin suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and a solemn expression appeared on Zhu Ju's face.

Soul-binding secret techniques?

The methods of the Hehuan Sect are indeed strange, capable of influencing others' consciousness and thoughts without their knowledge.

Compared to this, the secret techniques of the soul in the world of magic appear rather crude, lacking a certain refinement and subtlety.

but,

What is the purpose of that wisp of divine thought that has entered the sea of ​​consciousness?

"Brother Zhu."

Zhou Yuantong took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at him with a complicated expression:
"Come with me."

"Wait a minute." Zhu Ju turned his head to look at the plump woman who was treating him like merchandise for sale:

"My knife."

"That's my knife." The plump woman's eyes widened as she desperately concealed the halberd behind her. However, when Zhou Yuantong looked over, her expression froze, and she sheepishly took out the halberd.

"This sword is excellent. A fine sword is a perfect match for a hero, and it's a perfect complement to my senior sister."

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No one knows the exact location of Fengyue Valley, only that it is surrounded by mountains, shrouded in mist.

If you wander into the fog without knowing the reason, you will surely lose your way. If you are lucky, you will be found by the patrolling disciples and brought back.

If you're unlucky, you'll die on the spot.

However, even the clouds and mist have clues; cultivators at the Dao Foundation stage and even the Golden Core stage hide in the mountains to cultivate in seclusion.

Zhou Yuantong passed through the mist and arrived at a magnificent palace.

In the palace.

Many handsome men either sang wildly while drunk or played musical instruments, trying their best to show off their talents.

All of this is to win the favor of the owner of this place.

"Master!"

"Yuan Tong!" A beautiful woman lay on a soft couch, a handsome man massaging her shoulders and legs and serving her food. She spoke with her eyes half-closed:
"It's been a while since you've come to see your master..."

"Shh!"

Midway through the conversation, the woman suddenly sat up, flicked her sleeve, sending the handsome man beside her flying, and looked at him intently:

"The curse of infatuation that binds you..."

"Have you found the furnace?"

"Yes." Zhou Yuantong's face tightened, and she knelt on one knee.

"Please, Master, bestow the Dharma!" "Excellent! Excellent!" Consort Yuan laughed and clapped her hands.
"Good disciple, you've finally come to your senses. People who are outwardly virtuous and inwardly charming, and who possess the perfect harmony with the heavens, are rare to find, and it would be a waste not to cultivate the 'Formless Forgetfulness Technique'."

"As long as Yuan Tong can establish a foundation for Dao, I will give you whatever you want."

With a flick of her long sleeves, a jade slip landed in Zhou Yuantong's hand:
"Remember!"

"Although our sect's teachings are called demonic arts by the world, they are the true and righteous teachings, and we must not change our original intentions."

Sitting up straight, Consort Yuan's face was solemn as she gave her instructions:
“Practicing the Hehuan Gong can lead to rapid advancement in cultivation, but if one cannot control their desires, they will surely fall into the demonic path.”

"Especially you..."

"Once the seed of infatuation is planted, it must be carefully nurtured; otherwise, you will be the one who suffers the consequences."

“Yes,” Zhou Yuantong said, bowing her head.

"Disciple, remember this."

"I believe you can do it." Consort Yuan's beautiful eyes sparkled.
"I wonder which young master has captured your heart, Yuan Tong. I will definitely go and see him when I have time."

"Master." Zhou Yuantong's expression changed slightly.

"His cultivation level is too low. He probably can't maintain his true nature in front of his master, so there's no need for him to see him."

"Hehe..." Consort Yuan teased:
"What are you worried about? Would your master steal your man?"

"If you don't want to see him, then don't. You cherish the man you've set your sights on, but he might have already been played with by other women."

…………

Qi Yao sat on the bench, swinging her legs as she looked at the figure not far away, her eyes filled with thought.

"Snapped!"

She suddenly clapped her hands lightly and said:
"I remembered!"

"You're the guy from Leping County back then, the one who killed two of my men. No wonder you seem so familiar."

"It is I." Zhu Ju bowed.
"Master Qi, we meet again."

"Hehe..." Qi Yao giggled, appearing beside Zhu Ju and looking him up and down:
"Back then, you were able to kill two of my subordinates, so you were not far from the Innate Realm. It's normal for someone your age to join a sect of immortals."

"How were you arrested?"

"..." Zhu Ju opened his mouth, then sighed helplessly:

"Bad luck."

It can only be said that life is unpredictable; he never expected that he would be captured by the Hehuan Sect and used as a furnace.

The only good news was that I ran into an acquaintance here.

However, times have changed.

After so many years apart, who can guarantee that the girl from back then hasn't changed her ways?
Fortunately, Zhu Ju was experienced and had faced life-or-death situations many times, so he didn't panic.

"Don't look so gloomy." Qi Yao stepped forward and patted his shoulder, saying:

"You should be grateful that Yuan Tong saved you, otherwise if you had fallen into Mu Zi's hands, you would not have survived for more than a month."

"Oh!" Zhu Ju's expression remained unchanged.
"Will Yuan Tong let me go?"

"No." Qi Yao shook her head without hesitation.

"You are bound by her curse of infatuation. Before you have mastered the technique, you will die if you are separated from her."

"and……"

"Do you think that just because she lets you leave, you can escape this brothel?"

Zhu Ju was silent.

He paused for a moment before saying:

"What will happen to me if Yuan Tong masters his martial arts?"

"I don't know either." Qi Yao spread her hands.
“Yuan Tong has a special physique and cultivates using a different method than others. No one knows what the final fate of this cultivation vessel will be.”

"For outer disciples, the furnace cauldrons are mostly disposable consumables, and are discarded after use."

"As for inner disciples, it depends on the person." Her beautiful eyes smiled.

"Some inner disciples guard their hearts and forget their desires, walking the righteous path of yin and yang harmony, and usually do not harm the life of the furnace; of course, there are more like Mu Zi, who harvest yang energy to nourish themselves, and men need to be replaced every few days. Even innate qi cultivators cannot withstand her long-term torment."

"Yuan Tong..."

"probably not."

"I hope so," Zhu Ju sighed softly.

Although the two were old friends from Leping County, they had been separated for many years, and who could guarantee that the other's character had not changed?

This is the Hehuan Sect!
One of the Demonic Sects.

Surrounded by demonic cultivators, it's hard to guarantee that Zhou Yuantong won't turn into a ruthless witch.

"The Joyous Union Sect!"

Zhu Ju sighed softly, speechless:

"Where did they put me?"

Not long ago, they were on the southern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but now they have traveled tens of thousands of miles to the northeast corner.

The exact location is unknown.

can only say,
Nothing is permanent!

The two were in Zhou Yuantong's cave.

The cave dwelling is not large, but it has a bedroom, a study, a quiet room, a living room, and a place for bathing and changing clothes.

The bookshelves in the study were filled with books, mostly travelogues about wandering monks, and not much about spiritual practice.

Qi Yao rested her chin on her hand, scrutinizing Zhu Ju, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly.

She had seen many righteous immortal sect disciples who had been captured by their sect elders. When they first arrived, they were often extremely angry, cursing and swearing incessantly. But later, they were filled with despair, and most of them would kneel down and beg for mercy.

of course.

A very small number of people would rather die than surrender.

However, once the allure fades, even the most virtuous person will become obsessed with the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, becoming a puppet consumed by the desire for physical pleasure.

Without exception!

Zhu Ju's calm and unhurried demeanor was unprecedented. He didn't seem to regard this place as the terrifying demon cave in the eyes of the world, and he exuded a strange sense of control over everything.

"Ah……"

Qi Yao chuckled.

Once you fall into the hands of the Hehuan Sect, no matter how powerful your abilities are, you will not be able to control your own life and death, let alone a mere Qi cultivator who has just entered the Innate Realm.

"clatter……"

The sound of footsteps came.

"Yuan Tong!"

Qi Yao leaped to her feet and greeted the newcomer:
“I kept a close eye on him and didn’t let him run around.”

"Senior Sister Qi," Zhou Yuantong sighed.

"How is Brother Zhu doing? Are you worried or afraid?"

"No." Qi Yao shook her head.
"Even if the sky were to fall before you, you wouldn't show any emotion. The person you've chosen has a good character. You've struck gold this time."

(End of this chapter)