“Let's make a bet. If I successfully cultivate your inheritance, then you'll share a bed with me and become my woman.”

A woman floated out from the mist.

"So, arrogant mortal cultivators have dared cross into my garden..."

They way she moved made everything shake, her breasts, her buttocks, her entire luscious curves, they all vibrated.

She had silver hair that flowed down her back like a silken waterfall.

This was heavenly, irresistible jade-like beauty.

She wore a robe of deep emerald adorned with celestial patterns. Her porcelain skin, though ageless, reflected her wisdom earned through centuries of existence. Her lips appeared juicy and sweet like honey, yet also plump and alluring like cherries. At the center of her forehead, a delicate crimson mark, no larger than a rose petal, shimmered with mystic energy.

Despite her timeless appearance, her beautiful blue eyes sparkled with the fire of a thousand stars. In her delicate hand, she held a jade scroll.