Chapter 501: Fan Shan’s Dream of Becoming a Personal Maid

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the entire Yanmai Peak underwent earth-shattering changes.

The dim mountain body was engulfed by raging flames, turning crimson like the scorching sun once more, even more dazzling than in its prime.

Above the peak, flames swirled, forming a colossal fire curtain. Within the curtain, countless flame runes could be vaguely seen flowing, exuding a majestic and scorching aura.

This scene was clearly witnessed by Yan Luan, who was on a distant peak.

Elder Yan Luan stood before her new cave dwelling, observing the Yanmai Peak, which Lin Che had reactivated and made even more magnificent than before. Her silver teeth were almost ground to dust, and her chest heaved violently.

Her mood, which had initially somewhat eased due to Lin Che taking over the dilapidated peak, was now completely engulfed by fury.

That was her cave dwelling, which she had managed for tens of thousands of years, holding countless efforts. Now, it was easily transformed into something even more perfect by an outsider cultivator. For her, this was undoubtedly the heaviest blow.

"Wang Teng, you little brat! I will never rest until one of us is dead!"

Yan Luan slammed her fist onto a stone table beside her, and the hard table instantly turned to dust. The rage in her eyes almost materialized.

It wasn't until the disciple sent by Old Ancestor Qing Niu (Green Ox) had re-established the cave dwelling's restrictions for her and quietly departed that Yan Luan suppressed the fury in her heart. With an icy gaze, she summoned Fan Shanmeng.

Fan Shanmeng nervously entered the cave dwelling. As soon as she stepped inside, she felt a strong murderous aura. She immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to look up: "Master, you summoned this disciple. What are your commands?"

Yan Luan slowly walked to her, looking down at her from above, her tone icy: "Fan Shanmeng, didn't that Wang fellow want you to be his maid? Then go."

"Master!"

Fan Shanmeng suddenly looked up, her face pale, her eyes filled with disbelief. Tears instantly welled up, and she said pitifully: "Master, this disciple is your most valued disciple. How can you let this disciple be a concubine to an outsider cultivator? I beg Master to retract your command!"

"Concubine?"

Yan Luan sneered, her tone filled with sarcasm.

"Put away that seductive act; it's useless on me! You are naturally wanton. You brought about the death of Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable back then, and later caused Lian Daofei to disappear because of you, leading him to mistakenly enter the Seven Dao Sect's cave realm and cause a huge disaster. Do you think I don't know?"

Elder Yan Luan bent down, pinching Fan Shanmeng's chin, forcing her to look up at her, her gaze sharp as a knife.

"Isn't your skill just to bewitch men with this skin and seductive charm? Now is the perfect time. That Wang fellow is arrogant and conceited. Go to him and use your skill to bring about his death too!"

"As long as you can accomplish this, I will not only let you return to my side but also impart all the Soul Dao divine abilities I have learned in my life to you, allowing you to break through to the Void Tribulation Realm. How about it?"

Fan Shanmeng's delicate body trembled violently, tears rolling down her face, mixed with fear and unwillingness. She knew that Yan Luan always kept her word, and if she refused, she would likely not have a good outcome.

"Master… this disciple…" She wanted to plead again, but Yan Luan sharply interrupted her.

"Speak no more!"

Yan Luan released her hand, flicked her sleeve, and a strong gust of wind roared out, directly sweeping Fan Shanmeng out of the cave dwelling.

"You will go whether you want to or not! This is your chance for atonement. If you can't accomplish it, then never return to the Great Soul Sect!"

Outside the cave dwelling, Fan Shanmeng fell to the ground in a disheveled state, her clothes messy, her hair scattered.

She sat silently on the ground, tears flowing soundlessly, her heart filled with grievance and resentment.

She resented Yan Luan's cold-heartedness, and even more so Lin Che. If it weren't for Lin Che publicly demanding her, how could she have fallen to such a state?

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Shanmeng slowly wiped away her tears and stood up from the ground.

She looked up at the Yanmai Peak, which was burning with raging flames in the distance. The malevolence in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a cold determination and a hint of deep-seated charm.

"Bring about his death…"

Yan Luan's words echoed in her ears. Fan Shanmeng took a deep breath, tidied her messy clothes, and walked towards Yanmai Peak with light yet firm steps.

Fan Shanmeng did not believe that her seductive charm would fail, nor did she believe that she couldn't deal with an outsider cultivator.

Wang Teng, since you dare to provoke me, be prepared to pay the price!

On Yanmai Peak, Lin Che stood before the newly arranged flame restrictions, feeling the resonance between the immortal essence in his body and the mountain's fire脈.

Lin Che could clearly perceive that as his own energy integrated into the mountain, his cultivation was slowly increasing. Although the increase was not significant, it was extremely stable.

"This Yanmai Peak is indeed a treasure land. Relying on the main earth fire vein, plus my fire origin, my cultivation speed can increase by at least 30%."

Lin Che was secretly delighted. He was about to enter the cave dwelling to meditate and cultivate when he sensed a familiar aura approaching.

Looking up, he saw Fan Shanmeng slowly walking towards him. Her steps were light, her figure swayed, and the seductive charm around her was even more intense than before, like a blooming poisonous flower, beautiful and dangerous.

A faint smile curled Lin Che's lips. He had long expected Yan Luan to send Fan Shanmeng over.

After all, with Yan Luan's personality, she would never easily swallow her anger. Sending Fan Shanmeng to his side was most likely to have her secretly cause trouble.

"You came quite quickly," Lin Che said, his tone flat, betraying no emotion.

Fan Shanmeng walked to the foot of the peak, looking up at Lin Che, who stood amidst the flames. A trace of apprehension flashed in her eyes, which was then covered by her seductive charm.

She bowed gracefully to Lin Che, her voice soft and alluring to the bone: "This slave, Fan Shanmeng, greets Elder Wang. From now on, this slave will attend to the Elder's daily life."

Lin Che looked at her in this manner, sneering inwardly.

Fan Shanmeng's seductive charm was indeed formidable. If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would probably have lost their composure long ago.

Unfortunately, she encountered him.

"No need for formalities."

Lin Che said indifferently: "There are still some chores in the cave dwelling that need to be taken care of. You can go tidy up first. Remember, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't touch what shouldn't be touched, just do your part."

With that, Lin Che no longer paid attention to Fan Shanmeng and turned to enter the cave dwelling.

He knew that the coming days would not be peaceful: Yan Luan's revenge, Fan Shanmeng's schemes, and the opportunities of the Soul Hiding Pavilion, Old Ancestor Qing Niu (Green Ox)'s gift… many things intertwined, presenting a good opportunity for his rapid growth, and also a good time for him to begin condensing his primordial true body.

Fan Shanmeng looked at Lin Che's back, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She hadn't expected her seductive charm to have no effect on Lin Che, which made her unease grow stronger.

But since things had come to this, she could only brace herself and walk into the cave dwelling, which was burning with raging flames.

Inside the cave dwelling, the flames were bright, and the temperature was extremely high, but strangely, these flames did not burn clothes at all.