A white mist rose in the northern wing, and Ning Caichen groggily opened his eyes. It seemed that he had heard a cry, but he had heeded Su Qian's reminder and was also curious. Although he had slept uneasily, he saw a fleeting white figure before him. The white mist gradually dispersed, leaving only a desolate room. The crackling sound of the candle flame highlighted Ning Caichen's bewildered and unawakened face.

When Ning Caichen woke up again, he saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl sitting in front of the candle, writing something.

"Miss?"

The woman saw him and gave a gentle smile, resembling a blooming lotus by the side of a pond, exuding unmatched elegance. "Young sir, your answer is incorrect."

"Oh?"

Ning Caichen, upon hearing this, did not care about how the woman suddenly appeared in his courtyard. He went forward and approached her. Indeed, at this moment, the words "天下有道" were not wrong, but the character "道" sounds the same as "盗" (thief), which is a grave taboo.

"The young lady is truly knowledgeable and elegant in her writing. She is as remarkable as her character." Ning Caichen took a few more glances at the areas where the woman used cinnabar ink to outline. They were all somewhat inappropriate, especially the woman's corrected handwriting, which was neater and more impressive than before. As a result, he sincerely praised her.

Xiao Qian cursed inwardly, "Indeed, he is just a shallow scholar with poor knowledge. He sees a beauty in this desolate wilderness and his brain fails to function properly." Playfully, she chuckled and said, "Young master, won't you ask who I am?"

"Um..." Ning Caichen was still preoccupied with what had just happened when he suddenly remembered what Yan Xiong had said earlier in broad daylight, leading him to suspect that the woman might be a malevolent female ghost. Summoning up his courage, he asked, "Perhaps, miss, are you a ghost?"

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Ning Caichen spoke his mind, "I have done no wrong, so I fear not the slanted shadows. Miss, your talent is extraordinary, even if you were a ghost, you would be a good one."

"What does a ghost know about good and evil?"

Ning Caichen calmly replied, "No, people are inherently good or evil, and ghosts are simply transformed humans. If you were an evil ghost, you would have harmed me earlier instead of worrying about my well-being."

"Smooth-tongued and glib, it seems that the person in the southern wing really didn't judge wrong," Xiaoxian expressed an indescribable sense of disappointment. However, considering the scholar's character, it's not surprising that Xiaoqian caught his eye."

She was still testing the waters: "My name is Xiaoxian, how should I address you, master?"

"Ning Caichen."

Xiao Qian extended her slender leg towards Ning Caichen and said, "Young Master Ning, I sprained my foot just now. Can you massage it for me?"

Ning Caichen didn't step forward, but instead took out a box of herbs. "This can treat bruises and injuries. Please help yourself."

Xiao Qian furrowed her brow and said, "But my hand hurts too."

"You just wrote, isn't your hand okay?"

……

Xiao Qian said in a crying tone, "Master Ning, can you take me away from Black Mountain? If we don't catch anyone tonight, my grandma will definitely kill me."

"I'll go ask Daoist Yan for help."

"No no no..." Xiaoxian immediately became anxious. She tightly gripped Ning Caichen's arm with one hand and took out several large pieces of gold with the other, saying, "I have money. I'll give it all to you. Take me away from here, otherwise that Taoist priest will definitely take me away."

Ning Caichen tried to move Xiao Qian's hand and said, "No, you're a good ghost. Master Yan will naturally not harm you, but will only ensure your reincarnation."

With that said, he opened the door and prepared to step out.

"No, Yan Daoist can't defeat Grandma, sob..." Xiao Qian, whether she was possessed by a playful spirit or genuinely terrified of the Yan Daoist mentioned by Ning Caichen, continued to chase after him, walking unsteadily.

"Ah..."

Ning Caichen has always been kind towards women. With good intentions, he wanted to go up and offer his assistance. However, he overlooked the high threshold, resulting in Nie Xiaoqian stumbling and accidentally knocking him down to the ground. The two of them collided like stacked Luohan statues and rolled on the ground three times before finally stopping.

Nie Xiaoqian was on top, and Ning Caichen was below. Their eyes met, and Ning Caichen wanted to push her away. However, their height difference was too great, and his hands landed on her chest. Suddenly, he froze for a moment...

Flat? Her chest is actually flat?

If it's just a simple flat chest, there should still be some, but she has none at all. Is that the true flat chest of a man?

At the same time, Nie Xiaoqian on top, reached down to touch Ning Caichen's body. She felt around for a while, only to realize that she didn't touch anything...

Ning Caichen exclaimed in surprise, "You...you're a man?"

Nie Xiaoxian gave her a disdainful glance, saying, "You are a woman, so why can't I be a man?"

Ning Caichen felt embarrassed and ashamed. He said, "Stop touching me. Get off of me!"

Nie Xiaoxian thought to herself, "I've been a ghost for hundreds of years in vain. How did I not recognize this charming and delicate girl earlier? What if I don't get up?"

"Yan Da…"

Nie Xiaoxian quickly covered Ning Caichen's mouth and looked at his panicked eyes and flushed face. She chuckled softly and said, "Come with me."