Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

"Not only that, his demeanor and mannerisms are like those of a noble young master who has sneaked out to play."

The crowd began to gather unconsciously, and some of the bolder little demons tentatively reached out, trying to touch the fox's drooping tail:

"Young master's ears can twitch! They even twitched when he blinked just now!"

This move seemed to flip a switch that sparked a flurry of discussion, drawing in even more voices of dissent.

The fox spirit selling rouge approached, holding up a bronze mirror: "Young master, with such a handsome face, a little more rouge would suit you even better!"

The bear demon selling pastries wasn't to be outdone, and squeezed to the front with his wooden tray:

"Try my newly made osmanthus cake; it's the perfect match for your refined taste!"

The commotion intensified, and Sui Si was surrounded in the center of the crowd, her ear tips turning slightly red.

He tried to back away, but bumped into a sweet-smelling embrace—a demon girl with butterfly wings on her head, holding a basket of glowing fireflies, her cheeks flushed.

"Young master, this is a spirit insect I raised. Would you mind using it to make a lamp?"

A commotion immediately erupted around them, and some demons even held up the ornaments from the stall, vying to show them off.

"My jade pendant matches the young master's tail!"

"My sachet complements the color of your fur, young master!"

Sui Si was squeezed in the center by layers upon layers of demons. Warm breaths carrying the sweet aroma of pastries wafted over her, and even the corner of her clothes was gently tugged by countless curious fingers.

His snow-white ear tips trembled incessantly, and a blush spread down his neck to behind his ears, as if he were startled and uneasy.

Suddenly, a Kongming lantern adorned with gold foil drifted leisurely past the crowd, its orange glow reflecting on its silvery-white tip, like a ray of light.

A ghostly blue foxfire quietly condensed at his fingertips, and Sui Si lowered his eyes to conceal the cold glint in them.

Foxfire meandered along the silk sleeves, condensing into a string in the palm with a subtle cracking sound—nine ice crystal bells hung on the silver wire, each engraved with frost patterns, reflecting a moonlit glow.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the ethereal sound of the bell immediately suppressed the noise, as if immersing the entire night market in a cold pool.

"I appreciate your kind offer."

His clear, cool voice mingled with the sound of bells, and in the swirling mist from his sleeves, tiny ice crystals suddenly transformed into fireflies.

The ice crystal fireflies, trailing their shimmering blue tails, flew toward the rouge shop at the end of the street, creating sparks of starlight as they bumped against the vermilion eaves.

The demons immediately let out a series of exclamations, and several little demon children had already broken free from their parents' hands and chased after them.

Taking advantage of the situation, Sui Si leaped onto the roof of the teahouse, her snow-white clothes billowing like sails in the night wind.

The sound of the demons' footsteps exploded behind him, and the icy mist that he had gathered at his fingertips suddenly expanded, turning into a flurry of snowflakes that fell from the sky.

When the icy fog dissipated, only a few hairs, still damp with night dew, remained on the eaves of the teahouse, gleaming like pearls in the lantern light.

"Look! That patch of fur is glowing!"

The old man selling masks, leaning on his jujube wood cane, shakily picked up a fox fur, his cloudy eyes suddenly shining.

"This snow-white color is tinged with silver threads. Could it be the legendary Frost Fox Clan that dwells in the Eternal Frozen Abyss?"

When I was young, I heard my ancestors say that the tears of the Frost Fox turn to ice, and its breath freezes into frost...

"No wonder!"

The snake demon snapped the glass bottle shut, its tongue flicking in and out in amazement.

"Just now, when his ice bell rang, the scales on the back of my neck stood up!"

This level of chilling aura is something no ordinary fox demon could cultivate!

Upon hearing this, several demons gathered around and began to chatter amongst themselves.

The girl with butterfly wings squatted in place, staring blankly at half a fox fur between her fingertips.

As Sui Si dodged, the hem of his robe brushed against her palm, and the cool fragrance carried the crispness of cedar, which still lingered on her wrist.

"Even the Frost Fox is the gentlest of foxes..."

She murmured softly to the moonlight, and suddenly noticed that the fox fur in her palm was slowly turning into water droplets, spreading into tiny ice flowers on the bluestone bricks.

The hustle and bustle of the night market gradually subsided, but the rumors about the snow-white fox demon grew more and more fantastical.

Sui Si lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the moonlight from the eaves flowed like shattered silver beneath his feet.

Avoiding the surging horde of demons, he turned into a bluestone alley, his boots making a soft "tap-tap" sound as they touched the damp stone slabs.

The night wind, carrying the distant clamor, crashed against the mottled brick wall, but was cut off at the corner by some invisible barrier—a three-story pavilion with vermilion eaves suddenly appeared before them.

The jade bell hanging from the eaves trembled gently in the wind, its clear sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate, resonating with the ice bell in his palm, creating a tremor of the same frequency.

The gilded plaque shimmered with starlight under the lantern light, and the three characters "Zui Xian Ge" seemed to be written with the blood of a spirit, each stroke glowing with a faint light.

The silk curtains swayed gently in the wind, revealing the warm yellow candlelight inside, which for a moment resembled the flickering soul-guiding lamps in a cultivator's cave.

Sui Si's silver tail curled up unconsciously, and the tip of its nose caught the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air, confirming that this place was definitely not an ordinary tavern.

"Young master, would you like to find a private seat?"

The waiter floated in under the moonlight, the copper bell at his waist making a soft tinkling sound.

When Sui Si looked up, he saw the luminous pearls adorning the wisteria trellis. The round spheres glowed with a warm light in the twilight, coating the entwined branches with a soft glow.

The lotus scroll pattern on the railing is carved with lifelike detail, and tiny fluorite stones are even embedded between the lotus petals, which flicker with each breath, like a spirit-gathering array in the world of cultivation.

As Sui Si walked through the corridor adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous figures, he noticed that the calligraphy on the walls all exuded a demonic aura.

In a painting titled "One Hundred Demons' Night Parade," a fox demon in the painting winked at him, startling him so much that the tips of his ears twitched.

On the second floor, by the window, there was a mahogany eight-immortal table. The tabletop was so polished that it reflected a person's image, and the silver-inlaid chopsticks in the ebony chopstick holder reflected the candlelight.

The fragrance in the air was too strong, a sweet, cloying scent of rouge mixed with agarwood and borneol, almost crushing the fragrance of osmanthus wafting in from outside the window.

"This fragrance..."

He frowned, his fingertips tracing the rim of the cup, the tip of which tapped the chair surface restlessly.

"Master, please look!"

The waiter immediately lifted the lid of the ice-patterned wine pot, and the nine-tailed fox totem on the pot was faintly visible in the steam.

"This is our shop's special blend, 'Hundred Flowers Intoxication,' made with thirty-six kinds of spiritual flowers. Even the Fox Queen of Qingqiu praised it highly!"

But if we're talking about alcohol, you've come to the right place!

This jar of 'Drunken Jade Dew' is brewed with water from a thousand-year-old icy pool; even half a cup is enough to send ordinary demons into a dreamlike state!

The amber-colored liquor was slowly poured into the cup, and the mellow aroma mixed with the cold scent wafted over, reminding Sui Si of the moonlit ice lake on the far northern snowfield.

He lightly tapped the glass with his fingertips, and fine ice patterns immediately appeared on the surface of the wine, just like the cracks in the ice in his memory.

As the spiciness spread down his throat, he tilted his head back and drank the second cup. Suddenly, the lights in front of him blurred into hazy spots of light, and the laughter of children chasing rabbit lanterns downstairs became faint.

"Comfortable......"

Sui Si leaned against the carved window frame and chuckled softly, her hair falling over her shoulders, the tip of her tail rhythmically slapping against the wooden chair as her legs swayed.

The revolving lantern downstairs played the legends of "Jingwei Filling the Sea" and "Kuafu Chasing the Sun," and paper shadows danced on the lantern. Suddenly, a riddle floated in through the window on the night breeze.

He reached out and caught it, and saw that it was written in vermilion:

"Frost and snow congeal into jade, a solitary light reflects on the cold pool."

Before the ink was dry, the ink turned into a drop of water in his palm.

Sui Si smiled and folded the paper strip into a paper crane.

Watching it fly with the wind into the depths of the lights, I suddenly felt that the floating scent of rouge was no longer pungent.

Perhaps, just like this cup of Drunken Jade Dew, after the spiciness comes a sweet aftertaste—this earthy atmosphere is no less desolate than the icy plains.

Sui Si was staring blankly out the window in the direction where the paper cranes had disappeared, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the icy patterns on the glass cup.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, as light as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, yet it stirred a subtle echo in the quiet private room.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, a hint of intoxication creeping into his eyes, the tip of his drink lazily brushing against the chair.

"Enter."

The carved wooden door slowly opened, and the warm yellow candlelight was instantly diffused into two hazy halos.

Sui Si squinted, using the candlelight to sized up the newcomer.

The man's black hair was tied under a silver-threaded crown, and his moon-white robe was adorned with lifelike cloud and crane patterns. The jade pendant at his waist gleamed with a faint blue light.