While Shura and Zeshi resumed their journey in the ruins, about a thousand kilometers away from the ruin entrance in the Bluewind City, Shura's only friend, Fatty Jin, opened his eyes.
Considering that Fatty Jin entered the Red Gate even earlier than Shura, he should have directly passed through the portal and arrived in this world, but due to some unknown reason, he fell unconscious as soon as he entered the world and only now woke up.
What was more strange was that he didn't even feel anything wrong.
He only felt that a second earlier, he entered the Red Gate, darkness covered his vision, and the next second, he opened his eyes in this world.
Moreover, as soon as he saw what was in front of him, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Standing before him was a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
No, calling her merely a woman was an injustice.
She was like a succubus in human skin with a figure so tempting and voluptuous that Jin's frog-like eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
[Welcome to the Azure Dragon World.]
[Please establish a contract with the summoner and complete the summoning mission to become an official Immortal for Hire.]
He even ignored the text from the Supreme Rules floating in his vision and was completely focused on her.
The clothes on the woman's body were so sparse that perhaps prostitutes outside brothels, attracting customers, would have more clothes on them.
Moreover, what little fabric the woman was wearing barely covered the places that absolutely had to be covered.
Gulp!
Involuntarily swallowing his saliva, as Jin stared at her, a line of blood trickled down his nose.
Noticing this, the woman's lips curved into an intoxicating smile, like a poisonous flower blooming at midnight.
Then, in a sweet voice that could melt iron, she said.
"Welcome to the Azure Dragon World, my mighty Asura… Ah! You are so handsome and strong."
"Mighty? Handsome? W-who, me?" Jin was instantly bewildered.
For sixteen years, no one had ever used such words for him, not even once.
The only titles he had received in life were Fatty Jin, Pig Face, Bald Toad, and "That Boulder" on a good day.
But now, this heavenly beauty called him "handsome" and "mighty," both in the same breath.
For a second, Jin felt as if his soul had been struck by heavenly music, and he was in a dream.
"Of course, I mean you, my mighty lord." The woman covered her lips and laughed softly in amusement.
Those words made Jin's chest immediately puff up, and blood from his nose kept flowing, which he quickly wiped with his sleeve.
"W-Who are you?"
Although he tried very hard to deepen his voice and act tough, he failed miserably.
Still, the woman seemed not to have noticed it. Instead, she placed a hand against her cheek in surprise.
"Oh my… how forgetful of me. I became so overwhelmed by your heroic presence that I forgot to introduce myself."
She lowered her eyes shyly, but her expression was as genuine as a three-copper street whore swearing her purity.
"This slave is called Luo Xian'er," she said softly. "Please punish me, Master."
As she spoke, she took a few steps toward him languidly, swaying her hips. Jin had never seen a willow with hips like those, and he was completely mesmerized.
By the time he came to his senses, she was close enough that he could smell the sweet fragrance coming from her body.
Then, with one slender finger, she gently touched his shining bald head before slowly tracing her finger down to his forehead, then across his cheek, sending a tingling sensation down his spine and making his knees weak.
"I always wanted to marry an Asura. I have heard so many stories about your race. Fierce. Dominant. Magnificent. But I had no idea… No idea they were so handsome. Fufu~ you must be the most handsome man of your race, right?"
Luo Xian'er whispered sensually in Jin's ear, and with such proximity, coupled with her intoxicating scent and her hot breath against his ear, the last bit of his reason was kicked to death by his desire.
He straightened his back, puffed out his chest, sucked in his stomach as much as possible, and said with so much confidence as if he had never seen his own reflection in a mirror.
"Of course. Actually… all the girls in my clan are madly in love with me. It nearly caused a war in my homeland. Haha."
"Oh my… so Master actually has a calamity-level enchanting figure?" Luo Xian'er let out a soft gasp and covered her mouth.
"You could say that." Jin nodded solemnly.
"To think this lowly slave would be fortunate enough to behold such peerless majesty…" she murmured, leaning even closer. "Truly, even if I cultivated for another hundred years, I still would not deserve such a fortune."
Hearing those words, Jin was floating. No, floating was not enough. He almost ascended.
At this point, if someone told him he was the reincarnation of a divine peacock emperor, he would only modestly ask whether that wasn't underselling him.
Luo Xian'er lowered her voice further, making it soft and intimate, like silk sliding over bare skin.
"It is this slave's fortune to be able to see you. Ah, this slave wishes to stay by your side forever, Master. Please reward me, punish me, and use me as you wish forever…"
The intoxicating scent mixed with her hot breath brushed against his face, and Jin instantly stopped thinking with whatever little brain remained inside his skull.
At once, his little brother, between his legs, with more confidence but zero wisdom, seized control of his entire destiny, and he blurted without thinking.
"I… I do, I mean—yes. Yes! Of course you can!"
Luo Xian'er smiled sweetly. "Then let us make the contract, Master, so that this slave can be by your side forever and Master can use me as he pleases."
She bit her fingertip delicately, letting a bead of blood appear. Then she took Jin's hand before he could even think, guided his thumb toward her lips, and bit his fingertip herself.
This made Jin shiver so hard that even his toes curled, and he nearly died on the spot from happiness.
While his eyes were still glazed with lust, Luo Xian'er's voice turned slower and softer, like honey.
"Supreme Rules be the witness of this contract," she said, guiding his bleeding hand into the forming seal. "You will forever belong to me."
Opposite her, lost in a sweet dream, Jin repeated whatever she told him without truly hearing it.
In his mind, he was already imagining their future together, with him reclining like a tyrant, Luo Xian'er kneeling by his side, countless envious men dying from jealousy, and all the girls of the Han Clan fighting and begging for his affection.
Regardless, the Supreme Rules didn't care about his dream. The process was flawless, and the contract was successfully formed.
This made Jin smile lewdly like a pervert, and completely drunk on fantasy, he puckered his lips, leaning toward Xian'er for a kiss.
But before his lips could touch hers—
Smack!
A brutal slap landed on his bald head, sending him crashing down on the ground, and his lips to kiss the dirty stains left behind by his own feet on the floor.
The dreamy haze in his eyes was instantly slapped away, and he saw his own bald reflection on the floor he was kissing.
Right away, he pulled back and wiped his lips hurriedly before turning to Xian'er, whose expression had turned cold and contemptuous.
"Another fool who thinks with his crotch," she said with a disgusted look on her face, and viciously kicked him in the stomach.
Bang!
The fat Jin let out a shriek and rolled face-first across the floor like a ball of discarded dough.
"Agh!"
"Butler! Pick up this idiot and send him to the Blood Horse stables."
Luo Xian'er called sharply, not even bothering to look at him.
The next instant, a burly middle-aged man stepped out from behind a screen as if he had been waiting there the whole time.
His aura surged outward, instantly crushing Jin's spirit. It was the aura of a Tier-2 Blood Furnace cultivator, and not an initial one either.
"W-What—?!"
Jin's face turned white, and he realized he had fallen into the trap the Clan elders had warned him about.
Alas, it was already too late.
He didn't even have the chance to regret and struggle before the butler bent down, grabbed him by the back of the neck like he was lifting a sack of potatoes, and took him away.
"W-Wait! There must be some misunderstanding! You said—"
Luo Xian'er glanced at him coldly. "I said many things. You believed all of them. That sounds like your problem, not mine."
Then, shaking her head, she rubbed her hands like a greedy merchant and smiled with satisfaction.
"Another bonded slave for free. At least this one looks sturdy enough to shovel shit."
Jin, who was being carried away, heard this, and his face turned green.
"Shit? What shit?!"
"Horse shit. Did you think I summoned you to enjoy your handsome face? Hahaha, dumbass."
"You demon woman! You shameless liar! You said I was handsome!" Jin flailed weakly and cried out in grief.
"Oh my... I really wasn't lying. You are indeed handsome... The female horses in the stable would definitely love it while you clean their shit with that face. Pff—Hehehe."
Xian'er burst into laughter, while Jin's raging howl echoed through the compound like the cry of a cuckolded boar.
At that moment, if someone had asked him whether the heavens were fair, Jin would have answered with blood and tears that beauties were disasters and their sweet words were sharper than butcher knives.
Unfortunately, no one asked.
And so, the mighty, handsome Asura lord of Luo Xian'er's dreams was dragged away to begin his glorious new life shoveling horse shit.