Chapter 004: The White-Haired Elven Woman

It wasn’t Du Fan who applauded, but the white-haired elven woman beside Mo Mo from the Saint Lu Tribe.
The white-haired elven woman stood up, clapping her hands and smiling as she walked toward Nai Xiu.
“Indeed excellent archery skills. You must be Chief Nai Xiu of the Kai Yi Tribe, right?” Before Nai Xiu could speak, the white-haired elven woman added, “I am the new chief of the Du Tribe. My name is Frida.”
Nai Xiu gave her a cold glance, turned, and left the stage without even acknowledging the outstretched hand.
It was highly disrespectful to start applauding before another elf was ready to leave the stage. Clearly, Nai Xiu was angered by Frida.
Frida wasn’t annoyed at all by Nai Xiu’s reaction. Instead, she simply smiled slightly and returned to her seat.
This girl… Why does she seem different from other elves? Is it her white hair? No, it’s not just her appearance. It seems… there’s some strange power about her.
Watching the white-haired elven woman, Du Fan frowned slightly.
Dozens more tribes sent their elites onto the stage to showcase their talents.
There were thousands of elf tribes, and it would take a long time to compare them all. Moreover, showcasing talents was merely for entertainment; in reality, it was not essential.
The lights in the hall softened slightly, and the elf dance party quietly began.
Just like human dance parties, elves also had dance parties. It was said that this custom originated from slave elves who fled from the human world to the elf world…
Apart from the sages of various tribes, almost all elves got involved. They either invited those around them or simply invited strangers to dance together in the dance floor.
There were all kinds of dances, leaving Du Fan in awe, as if he had returned to the high-society dance parties of the human world.
“Chief Nai Xiu, may I ask if I may invite you for a dance?”
At that moment, Frida approached Nai Xiu and bowed, extending his hand like a gentleman.
This girl… Instead of finding a male partner, she came to invite Nai Xiu, another woman.
Mo Mo Ya, a sage from the Saint Lu Tribe, seemed unimpressed by all this. She simply shook her head and closed her eyes. As a sage, she was not allowed to participate in such activities as dancing.
“I can’t dance.”

Naixiu firmly rejected the white-haired elf’s invitation, placing her long bow across her chest—clearly unwilling to waste words with her.
Frida seemed still unwilling to give up and spoke again with a smile, “Naixu…”
Before she could finish, Naixiu had already turned away, refusing to look at her.
“Hi, beautiful elf lady, Frida, right? If you want to dance, how about we dance together?”
Du Fan stood up with a smile, grabbing Frida’s hand.
The moment her hand was seized by Du Fan, Frida’s body trembled involuntarily, but she quickly regained her composure, maintaining an elegant posture as she tried to pull her hand back while smiling, “I’m sorry, I invited a lady…”
If it were an ordinary person, they would have let go long ago and surely blushed—after all, being rejected in front of others is extremely embarrassing.
But was Du Fan ordinary? Back when he was a charlatan in the Holy Church, his thick skin had already reached an extreme level. Frida’s apology had no effect on him at all.
Not only did he not let go, but he also smiled wider and held her hand tighter, eventually pressing it against her body while using his other hand to wrap around her waist.
“It’s just one dance. After all, I’m the most honored guest of your elf race. Can you really bear to reject me?”
Before Frida could react, Du Fan began dancing, pulling her along into the dance floor.
Frida was furious. Under normal circumstances, she would have already snapped. If it weren’t for the situation at hand, she would definitely have gotten angry. But now… it wasn’t possible.
This was a place where status and rank mattered. She, Frida, believed she had status and rank, which was why she had turned to Naixiu, who was also a clan leader. But she never imagined that the human by Naixiu’s side would be so shameless—grabbing her and dragging her onto the dance floor without giving her a chance to resist…
What should she do now? Break free from his grasp and leave angrily? It wouldn’t take long before word spread about her being forced to dance. What would become of the Saint Lu tribe’s reputation then? More importantly, everyone’s attention would focus on her, ruining her plans…
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. But due to her concerns, she didn’t dare make any unusual moves—she didn’t want to draw attention. If she accidentally became the focus, that would be even worse.

Seeing Clan Leader Frida actually dancing with that human, the sage Momoya was so shocked that he stood there with his mouth wide open, unable to speak for a long time. After all, Momoya and Frida were siblings by birth—how could he, as her brother, not know what his sister liked? His sister preferred women; she found elf men disgusting, let alone a human man. What was going on here? Could my eyes be deceiving me?

In Momoya’s eyes, his sister Frida wore a faint smile on her face, moving in perfect harmony with Du Fan’s movements. Even when Du Fan placed his large hand on her full hips and began rubbing and pressing them back and forth, she didn’t show the slightest sign of disgust.

Could it be… that his sister had fallen for him? Was this the so-called love at first sight? A strange thought arose in Momoya’s mind.

Frida’s excessive cooperation—although Du Fan wasn’t aware of it—could still be roughly understood if one thought carefully. This woman didn’t dare, yes, she simply didn’t dare resist. That was Du Fan’s current guess.

Originally, Du Fan only wanted to test Frida; he didn’t really expect to dance with her. It was only because of her excessive cooperation that things turned out this way.

What strange elf—she indeed hid an evil force within her, completely different from the natural power of elves… That force… it was so eerie.

Although Du Fan’s hands kept rubbing Frida’s hips, he was actually using his extraordinary sense to perceive that strange force within her.

The lights grew dimmer, the music played by the elves became more subdued, and the dancers on the dance floor slowed down, moving together while swaying to the rhythm of the music.

At that moment…

Du Fan had already placed both hands firmly on Frida’s firm hips, rubbing and pressing them with each beat of the music.

“Beautiful Miss Frida, why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?”

With a concerned expression, Du Fan pressed even harder.

“You… you…”

Frida opened her mouth, but apart from saying “you,” she could only emit soft moans. There was nothing she could do—Du Fan was pressing too hard; it hurt…

After the dance, Frida fled the dance floor as if escaping, not even glancing at Du Fan before rushing out of the living room without looking back.

Du Fan looked at his hands with a satisfied expression, a confident smile on his face, before returning to his seat.

Frida rushed out of the living room and into the outside, vomiting violently—even regurgitating the food from the previous day… Normally, not to mention a male elf touching her, even just looking at her would earn them having their eyes gouged out. Having been treated so badly by a human today, she was both angry and frantic; it was already quite remarkable that she didn’t lose control on the spot.
“Du Fan! I remember your name. If I don’t avenge this, I, Frida, would rather die!”
After a long while, Frida wiped the filth from the corners of her mouth, but her small hands kept patting at the scratches on her buttocks…
…
After Du Fan returned to his seat, Lan Ling and Nai Xiu both looked at him simultaneously. It wasn’t surprising—none of them expected Frida to agree to his invitation.
“Why, the beautiful Great Sage Lan Ling, do you also want to dance with me?”
Du Fan smiled mischievously at Lan Ling’s swollen chest, making her turn red and stay silent.
“As a sage, I wouldn’t participate in such vulgar activities. Hmph, only lowly elves influenced by human trashy ideas would engage in such things.”
Nai Xiu glared coldly at Du Fan, speaking each word carefully.
Du Fan touched his nose. “Lowly elves influenced by human trashy ideas? Chief Nai Xiu, from the way you speak, it seems you have a great prejudice against us humans.”
“Prejudice? If you weren’t a guest by the will of the Nature Goddess, do you think you could even stand here talking to me?”
Nai Xiu firmly rested her long bow, her murderous intent clearly displayed before Du Fan.
Du Fan shrugged helplessly—obviously, he wouldn’t agree with Nai Xiu’s view.
“Hmm… Why so upset? The dance you do is indeed learned from us humans, but what’s wrong with that? Is it becoming vulgar just because we entertain ourselves occasionally? Chief Nai Xiu, have you never thought about giving it a try? Maybe you might change your mind.”
“Nonsense! Say one more word, and I’ll kill you right away!”
As soon as Du Fan finished speaking, Nai Xiu’s expression changed. She screamed, drew an arrow, nocked it on her bow, and aimed it straight at him—the arrowhead was almost touching his nose.
“No!”