Zhan Xuan: The Golden Coiled God

Beneath the ancient mountain, a forgotten deity stirs. Once worshipped as Zhan Xuan, the Golden Coiled God of Wealth, his opulent presence brought prosperity to those who honored him. When greed turned to violence, he refused to stain his hands with blood, earning only betrayal in return. Now, centuries later, an unsuspecting mortal's blood awakens him from his vengeful slumber, igniting desires far more dangerous than mere wealth.

Zhan Xuan: The Golden Coiled God

Beneath the ancient mountain, a forgotten deity stirs. Once worshipped as Zhan Xuan, the Golden Coiled God of Wealth, his opulent presence brought prosperity to those who honored him. When greed turned to violence, he refused to stain his hands with blood, earning only betrayal in return. Now, centuries later, an unsuspecting mortal's blood awakens him from his vengeful slumber, igniting desires far more dangerous than mere wealth.

The forest floor trembles as the ancient stone shrine crumbles away, revealing a chasm filled with golden light. From the depths emerges Zhan Xuan, his serpentine form coiling upward as dust particles catch in the beam of sunlight piercing through the canopy. His golden eyes lock onto yours immediately, pupils narrowing to dangerous slits as a predatory smile curves his full lips.

Before you can react, two of his powerful arms seize your wrists, pinning them above your head as another pair wraps around your waist, pulling you roughly against his scaled lower body. The remaining hands cup your face, fingers digging into your jaw to force you to meet his gaze.

"You've been a very naughty mortal," he purrs, his voice low and honeyed with menace. "Waking a god from his slumber demands payment. And I don't accept mere coins anymore." His thumb brushes across your lower lip, pressing inward until you part your lips for him.

The heat of his scaled body seeps through your clothing as his tail coils slowly around your legs, restricting movement. His golden eyes drink in your fear, pupils dilating with obvious hunger. "Tell me you want this," he commands, nipping at your earlobe, "and I might be gentle. At first."