Before him lay an open meadow, at its center a modest lake bordered by lush green grass, with dense forests surrounding it. Several well-crafted wooden cottages stood either by the lake's edge or shaded by trees. A group of young elven women were bathing in the lake, their long hair flowing freely, their skin as smooth and creamy as fresh milk, their tender breasts gleaming white—just one glance was enough to awaken a man's hormones. Their features were delicate, and their grace shifted subtly with every expression, like fairies from the mountains. Younger girls played and chased each other by the lake, their laughter ringing like silver bells. From afar, the chimneys of the cottages rose with soft plumes of smoke, and Zhang Yuanqing could already detect the inviting aroma of roasted meat. The young girl Telya caught two girls who were chasing butterflies, and with a serious expression, assumed the tone of a senior, scolding them: "Why do you always know only how to play and frolic? Have you learned any techniques to charm men? If you don't strive now, when you grow up, you'll never be able to attract men—you'll simply be useless!" The two small sprites lowered their heads in embarrassment, much like students being criticized by a teacher for poor academic performance. Zhang Yuanqing, listening beside them, was left stunned—his worldview shattered. He had always thought the evil professions were bizarre and strange, but perhaps the very essence of evil lay in the profession of love and desire. However, considering the characteristics of ancient cultivators, he suddenly grasped the truth: the power of the love-and-desire profession relied on techniques such as captivating, stirring emotions, and seducing, to win over the sincere devotion of the opposite sex and place them under the influence of their own charm. Thus, they could control and even subjugate their counterparts, even when facing stronger opponents, mastering the art of extracting essence to achieve dominance. On the surface, they seemed like ordinary public transportation, but in reality, they were queens. These sprites were ancient cultivators, and their skills in seduction, charm, and intimate connection required consistent practice and refinement—unlike the spiritual travelers of the realm, whose abilities were often directly instilled by the spiritual realm itself. From the perspective of ancient cultivators, the underlying logic behind these sprites’ behaviors and actions became immediately clear. After raising two children, Telya patted her flat abdomen and playfully remarked, "I'm starving, Alice—I have to head home for dinner..." Just as she was about to say goodbye, Zhang Yuanqing quickly interjected, "Telya, why don't you come over to my place?" Though she had become a character in this world's story, he had no memories of his own home, and couldn't find the entrance to his house. Telya paused, "Alright..." The two walked side by side along the lakebank for a while, then stopped in front of a two-story wooden house with a garden fence. From the chimney projecting diagonally from the walls, a gentle steam rose. Is this my home? Zhang Yuanqing pushed open the gate and led Telya inside. Directly in front of the entrance was a simple long wooden table, set with plates and a kettle—both made of clay and wood. There were no bowls, cutlery, or forks, just a plain wooden spoon. Zhang Yuanqing scanned the room. To his left, tools such as bows, spears, traps, and spades were stacked; to his right stood the stove, where a woman in a fur apron was stirring a meat porridge. On the wall beside the stove, hung the meats of deer, wild boar, and rabbits. The woman’s silhouette was full-figured—her shoulders rounded, her waist slender, her hips full-bodied, a shape that naturally stirred a man’s passion. Compared to the young girl, Telyra, this woman was more mature and rounded, clearly a "senior elf." Upon hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to look. Her face was bright and mature, free of wrinkles or the freshness of youth, radiating the grace of a woman. When she saw Alice and Telyra return, her expression darkened, her tone tinged with责备 and disappointment. "You’ve still failed to find any men? Truly useless—unable even to attract a single man. What will you ever achieve?" To Zhang Yuanqing, it sounded just like his mother scolding his daughter: "You've failed the exam again! What a mess! You've got no prospects—why keep studying?" Televa flicked her tongue and said, "Oh, the men from the surrounding villages are almost all gone now—only a few old, weak, or sick ones remain, and they can't bear our constant disruptions. As for villages even farther away, their men don't come here to hunt, and they're actually afraid of us." At this, Zhang Yuanqing felt a spark of insight and pretended to be naive, saying, "We're so beautiful—how could men not love us? Why would they be afraid?" Televa picked up her wooden spoon and tapped Zhang Yuanqing's head: "You're a fool! How many men have you forgotten who died in your belly? Men used to be eager to come into the forest, but ever since our bodies started heating up at night, they've grown afraid of us. In fact, every man who came into the forest to mate has died here from sheer joy and excitement." "As I expected, the seductive gas has made the elves excessively demanding—men who entered the forest have nearly perished! Zhang Yuanqing said, 'Why do we always feel feverish at night?' He turned to the beautiful woman. The woman's face changed instantly, speaking sharply: 'Stupid girl! I've told you time and again not to inquire about matters at night. Do you wish to be expelled from the forest by the elders, or cast into the valley to feed the magical wolves?' The elders of the elven tribe are even more cautious about uncovering the source of this seductive gas than I had anticipated. What secret lies hidden within the forest? Zhang Yuanqing bowed low, adopting a humble, apologetic tone: 'I know I've been wrong!' At the same time, he felt a quiet sense of pride: my performance as a young girl is still quite good. The woman's expression softened immediately. From a wooden cabinet, she retrieved three wooden bowls and said, 'Trista, stay for dinner. You and Alice are companions—remember, when a man is involved, sharing is essential.' "Triea smiled warmly and took the wooden bowl from the woman, picked up the wooden spoon, and ladled a generous portion of the meat porridge, savoring it with delight. Zhang Yuanqing tried a small sip; the porridge was slightly salty, seasoned with a fragrant spice that offered a subtle spiciness. It was made from some kind of animal meat, tender and stewed until it fell apart when eaten. He couldn't help but gulp down two large mouthfuls with a contented gurgle. The beautiful woman ate the porridge slowly, occasionally sipping a red wild fruit, her refined brows slightly furrowed, as if her mood were unsettled. Suddenly, a loud commotion broke out outside, interwoven with cheers. Upon hearing the sound, the woman's eyes brightened, her brows relaxed, and she promptly set down her spoon, rushing out of the wooden hut with urgency. The two young girls followed her out. As they stepped outside, they saw under the golden hues of the late afternoon sun, a group of strong men emerging from the forest, led by the two girls, and now gathered on the grassy bank by the lake. Women from the village heard the news and quickly rushed out Alice, the young girl, is the only exception—she doesn't gaze at the sturdy men, but instead wanders among the elves. How beautiful they are! There are so many different types—some petite and graceful, others tall and sensuous, and still others full-figured and alluring. Zhang Yuanqing feels as though he has stepped into a land of women, marveling at the variety. Yet, the Heavenly Sovereign, once a plug, has now become a socket—despite having intentions, the infrastructure simply won't allow it. After a deep sigh, he finally turns his attention to the group of men. There are quite a few of them, totaling sixteen. They wear tight trousers that reach just below the knees, paired with loose linen coats that cover their thighs, tied at the waist with ropes and adorned with daggers at their belts, and carrying wooden bows over their shoulders. This attire makes Zhang Yuanqing uncertain about the era of the quest, though clearly it is very distant. The men's hair is tousled, and their faces are covered with a thick, untrimmed beard, giving them no hint of elegance—yet in the eyes of the female elves, they appear to be the most desirable prey. What if they saw my true form? Zhang Yuanqing chuckled inwardly. Hearing his mother's voice, full of delight, he remarked, "At last, a man! Tonight, she won't have to endure the agony of being unable to engage in intercourse anymore..." Unable to engage in intercourse? Zhang Yuanqing's gaze flickered. If the effects of the arousal gas were so painful, why not leave the forest? Given the beauty of the elves, leaving the forest and venturing into the outside world—just a gesture, and countless men would flock to them. With a little physical effort, they could surely secure companionship. Why stay in the forest enduring such suffering? Recalling the elders and the chieftain's reluctance to speak openly about the arousal gas, Zhang Yuanqing had a hunch forming. At that moment, a woman stepped out of the most elegant and spacious wooden house by the lake. Her attire was similar to that of the other elves—leather vest, short leather skirt, and leather boots. Different from the others, she wore a finely crafted silk skirt that opened to her thighs, revealing her smooth, pale legs as she walked. Her hair was a clear lake blue, adorned with a crown woven from fresh flowers. Her beauty was beyond compare—her deep blue eyes sparkled like precious stones, her nose refined and straight, and her fair complexion highlighted by a vibrant, rosy mouth. Upon her arrival, the elves shifted their gaze from the men and fell deeply enchanted by her presence. The men themselves, too, were struck with awe and admiration, their fitted pants now drawing even tighter. "Such beauty the chieftain possesses," murmured Telyra. Indeed, she was stunning—her allure had reached a commanding level. The last time she had slept with such a captivating woman was with Katharina. Since Katharina revealed her true form, she had not appeared again—no one knew where she had gone. Zhang Yuanqing thought of these things vaguely, deliberately shifting his focus to counteract the enchanting charm of the elven chieftain. The elven chieftain, with long blue hair and a beautiful floral crown, spoke in a soft, mellifluous voice: "Valiant travelers from beyond the forest, where do you hail from? Why have you come into our lands?" The leading man gazed at her in rapt attention, bowing deeply. "Beautiful elven chieftain, we are a group of the unfortunate, homeless wanderers. Our lord has seized our grain and gold coins, and taken over our fields. We can only now roam, surviving on hunting and gathering wild fruits." The elven chieftain nodded gently, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Wanderers, you have arrived in this fertile, beautiful forest—here you shall find shelter and settle down, no longer needing to roam. Our elven tribe welcomes you, and we pledge to form families with you, to raise children together." The bearded men grew animated, moved to tears of joy, and expressed their heartfelt gratitude to the kind elven chieftain. Some even began to gaze at the female elves around them, selecting those who stirred their affections. At a distance, Zhang Yuanqing's eyes subtly narrowed. That man is lying! Expressions and words can be feigned, but emotions won't lie—they are the reflection of psychological activity.