Forest of Elves

"Returning to the Soldier Master sect?" Fear Heavenly King sneered. His pupils contracted sharply, shooting out two incomparably sharp streams of sword qi. Heavenly King Demonic Eye instantly ripped off his athletic headband, exposing that hideous vertical eye brimming with madness and malice. With a squelch, the vertical eye swiveled in its socket and shot out a beam of golden-red light. The two forces collided, setting off powerful ripples of qi and a deafening boom. Surrounding dust and sand whirled up into the sky. A look of astonishment crossed Fear Heavenly King's handsome face. "You leveled up? Your strength surged this much in such a short time?!" He sensed that Demonic Eye had stepped into Level 8 and had already accumulated a good deal of experience. Aided by the Bewitching Demonic Eye, among the Four Heavenly Kings of the Soldier Master sect, perhaps no one except himself was Demonic Eye's match anymore. Heavenly King Demonic Eye curled his lips. "Don't be afraid. As long as you haven't been bullying the weak, I won't kill you." Fear Heavenly King gave a cold scoff. Sword qi burst continuously from his eyes, while Demonic Eye, refusing to be outdone, returned fire with golden-red beams. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* Explosions roared incessantly as shockwaves kicked up a terrifying dust storm. Heavenly King Demonic Eye violently tore off his coat. Across his robust, bronze-toned torso, pairs of golden-red eyeballs snapped open, swiveling eerily and glaring at the world with vicious cruelty. "Die for your daddy!" Heavenly King Demonic Eye gave a deep, guttural roar. In an instant, he turned into a nightclub disco ball, unleashing dozens—hundreds—of golden-red beams. Fear Heavenly King's body stiffened. The beams bathed his face, chest, waist, knees... His meridians hardened, and his spiritual power felt bewitched, developing a mind of its own and slipping entirely from his control. Heavenly King Demonic Eye leisurely put his athletic headband back on, brushed past the paralyzed Fear Heavenly King, and chuckled, "A good dog doesn't block the path!" Murderous intent spilled from Fear Heavenly King's eyes. "Growing bolder by the day, Demonic Eye. I'll personally send you back to the Spirit Realm." Demonic Eye paid him no heed. Springing off his legs with a resounding blast, the ground caved in as he launched like an artillery shell toward the magnificent, towering Sacred Mountain. Several Dominators—Miejue, Ghost Blade, and Silver Moon—leaped into the air in an attempt to intercept him, only to be struck down from midair, each blasted by one of Demonic Eye's bewitching beams. He touched down on the mountainside terrace, drew a deep breath, and bellowed: "Asura, I have returned!" The sound rolled out like thunder. The Sacred Mountain remained quiet; no one paid him any mind. Heavenly King Demonic Eye drew another breath and roared: "Asura, I want to enter the Soldier Master sect's faction dungeon to temper myself!" From deep within the heart of the Sacred Mountain came Asura's booming, layered voice echoing outward: "Good!" Hearing this, Ghost Blade, Miejue, and Silver Moon, who had been pursuing him, all froze in their tracks. Then, having shaken off the effects of the Bewitching Demonic Eye, Fear Heavenly King slammed down onto the terrace and called out loudly: "Asura, Demonic Eye has defected to Yuanshi Tianzun and betrayed the Soldier Master sect." He was dropping a broad hint to Asura: *Boss, don't act up now! You can't say 'good' this time!* From the mountain's depths came Asura's layered, low voice: "A Bewitching Demon follows their true heart to slaughter living beings. Factions do not matter." Heavenly King Demonic Eye smiled. Asura's response was well within his expectations. Asura was the purest Bewitching Demon in the world. Bewitching Demons believed in killing at their whim; slaughtering the orthodox faction was fine, and slaughtering the evil faction was just as fine. Slaughtering living beings was all that mattered. Of course, between orthodox and evil, Bewitching Demons were naturally inclined toward the evil faction. Yet it was only an inclination. So long as one remained a Bewitching Demon, in Asura's eyes, it made no difference which faction they belonged to. Fear Heavenly King fell silent for a few seconds before shrugging. "Fine. You're Asura, you call the shots." He turned to Heavenly King Demonic Eye and smiled. "Are you feeling too comfortable being alive that you want to go die in a faction dungeon?" At Heavenly King Demonic Eye's current level, he certainly wouldn't enter an overly low-tier dungeon, while S-grade and A-grade dungeons at the Dominator stage were all in Hell Mode. Even Miejue and Ghost Blade among the Four Heavenly Kings usually only soaked up a wave of experience in B-grade dungeons to accumulate slowly; they would never dare tackle A-grade or S-grade ones. Because the mortality rate was simply too high. Experts capable of reaching Dominator had climbed their way up step by step. Leveling was no easy feat. With steadier, safer avenues to slowly accumulate experience, who would be willing to risk near-certain death for a mere ten-odd percent of experience? —Clearing an A-grade dungeon only rewarded around 10-plus percent experience. In Fear Heavenly King's view, Demonic Eye was gambling his life for levels—hardly a rational choice. Heavenly King Demonic Eye said impassively: "With a humble status and shallow strength, how could I cleanse the world? "In the past, I only knew to kill corrupt officials, despots, and criminals, because I knew that was all I was capable of. I babbled on about cleansing the world, but in truth, I couldn't accomplish it at all. "Now it's different. I have seen hope; I have seen the dawn. I am willing to lay down my life for my faith. "Fear, I am not like you. You are merely a reptile dominated by a woman. A single Fu Qingxuan was enough to shatter your mental resolve, turning you demonic in a single thought and transforming you into a Bewitching Demon. "I am different. I possess noble ideals and unshakeable conviction. I was born to uphold justice and protect the weak. Sooner or later, I will change the world. I will place shackles upon all humanity, place shackles upon evil—and that day is not far off." As he spoke these words, his expression and tone were profoundly earnest, as though taking an oath to the faith in his heart. ... As the vision shifted from blurriness to clarity, what Zhang Yuanqing first made out was a lush, verdant forest. He was walking through the woods, soft soil beneath his feet, the occasional snap of broken twigs underfoot breaking the stillness. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, dappling the ground in swaying patterns of light. The air carried a blended scent of vegetation and damp earth. Ahead of him was a young girl carrying a wooden bow. She wore an animal-hide tube top, an animal-hide mini-skirt, and animal-hide boots, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders. Though he couldn't see her face, the taut waist, seductive lower-back dimples, slender yet toned calves, and glowing, healthy skin all marked her as a high-quality female of the human species. Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the sky. Dusk was drawing near. *So, am I a man who was seduced into the forest by this girl?* Zhang Yuanqing chuckled inwardly. He had chosen the Forest of Elves dungeon partly to pick a low-difficulty dungeon to get used to the Desire profession, and partly because the dungeon's description was truly irresistible to any man. *Well, going solely by the dungeon description, this is a scenario themed around copulation, with no glaring dangers...* Zhang Yuanqing quickly reined in his stray thoughts and began analyzing the dungeon. Although there were no obvious crises, as an experienced Spirit Realm walker, he pinpointed two potential hazard points: First, the copulation. Second, the origin of the aphrodisiac gas. The female elves were a tribe living year-round in the forest, and since the forest saw little human traffic, finding men wasn't easy. Thus, a situation where demand far outstripped supply would arise. Consequently, it was very likely that an unfortunate outsider male would be taken by the female elves in turn until he was drained dry. *Shedding thousand-gold essence till the purse runs empty, left gaunt and withered, every drop depleted.* Yet for Zhang Yuanqing, a Night Roamer bedding women: the more, the merrier—fuck them all dry, till their waters run dry! At that moment, the girl ahead turned around, her voice melodious: "Alice, hurry up! It's getting dark. We have to make it back to the tribe before nightfall. *Sigh*, we didn't find any men this time either. I hope the other sisters manage to bring a few back." Hearing the girl's words, Zhang Yuanqing froze, feeling that something was amiss. He quickly looked down—and couldn't see the tips of his toes... A chill gripped Zhang Yuanqing's heart. He hurriedly inspected himself: what a gorgeous girl with a slender waist, long legs, and a bountiful chest! Turning around to look, her ass was ridiculously perky! A giant *FUCK* floated across his mind. *I turned into a woman?!* *I've become an elf in the Forest of Elves?!* *Turns out I'm the one who's going to get pounded?!* Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled Madam Diana's meaningful smile. It hadn't been a smile catching a man's lustful thoughts at all. It was the gloating smile of seeing a straight man about to be genderbent! Zhang Yuanqing hastily sensed the spiritual power within his body while attempting to open his inventory. To his relief, his spiritual power wasn't sealed, and his inventory opened as usual. His strength remained intact; only his body had turned female. "Thank goodness... Sealing levels is something only high-difficulty dungeons pull. Grade B dungeons don't have that mechanism." Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. The aphrodisiac gas shouldn't cause him to lose control of his desires; after all, an Illusionist was an expert in the domain of emotions. And if any man truly dared try to violate his holy, straight-man body, Zhang Yuanqing could blow the bastard's head off with a single punch. With his status, he could even brute-force his way through the dungeon. At this thought, his nerves settled. He patiently followed the girl through the forest and took the initiative to strike up a conversation. He soon learned that the girl was named Teliya. Though only seventeen, her odometer read *Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea* like a veteran supercar. She could precisely manipulate a man's thresholds; a few simple gestures and a couple of seductive glances were enough to tease a man's heart, leaving him enthralled, lowering his guard, drowning in ecstasy, and ultimately falling under her control. At the same time, he figured out the tribe's situation. This elven tribe had a total of eighty-two female elves: thirteen elderly elves, thirty mature women, twenty-six women in the prime of youth, and twenty-three young elves. In addition, he obtained a piece of pretty useless intel: young elves were unaffected by the aphrodisiac gas. Zhang Yuanqing guessed that their bodies hadn't fully developed and lacked the mature functions, making them immune to the gas's effects. "Teliya, why do our bodies heat up every night, craving pleasure with men?" Zhang Yuanqing asked in a sweet voice and an innocent tone. Teliya, the girl with lovely golden hair, tilted her head, thought for a few seconds, and shook her head. "How should I know? It's good for us anyway. Alice, did you forget what happened when a sister asked about that last time and got chewed out by the chieftain?" "I forgot!" Zhang Yuanqing said immediately. "Can you tell me about it?" Through a brief exchange, Zhang Yuanqing learned that the chieftain and elders were extremely taboo about the tribe's girls asking about the cause of their nightly heat. Whenever someone brought it up, they were forcefully suppressed. Gradually, no one dug into it anymore. *The chieftain and the elders know the truth...* Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. *That makes things simple. Once we reach the tribe, I'll just grab the elders and clan elders to interrogate them.* After another dozen or so minutes of trekking, the view suddenly opened up—the tribe had arrived!