After about ten minutes of walking adjustment and Yino’s careful regulation, Yuebai’s body had reached the ideal threshold – she could maintain basic walking posture while still allowing Yino’s subtle control.
At the thousand-year ancient tree’s base, Yino checked the soul source pill’s condition within Yuebai again.
“Currently, this soul source pill’s reactivity is higher than expected, and its refinement speed of spirit liquid is much faster than anticipated…”
“At this rate, we might not need to extract it.”
Yino analyzed calmly, looking toward Liuli, who as an expert in dark arts naturally gave her approving response. For a moment, watching the two cultists communicate, Yuebai felt both oddly reassured yet terrified upon deeper reflection.
“Don’t look so glum. Since we’re not taking your soul source pill, you can still explain yourself to the fox clan in the future, right?”
Yino stroked the little white fox’s cheek, pleased with her unexpectedly compliant body. Yuebai bit her teeth – she never wanted to submit, but under Yino’s assault her body couldn’t resist for three seconds.
“You’ve defiled the soul source pill like this… this lady has no face to return home and face the elders…”
“Don’t worry, it’s time for you to step down anyway. Once you pass this soul source pill to the next Holy Maiden, won’t that relieve your pressure?”
Yino smiled, his mind recalling a certain brilliant white fox Holy Maiden who would rise later in the original game.
Suddenly, Yuebai seemed to remember something critically important, her face turning pale.
“Look at you, pouting again.”
“Since you believe so much in that Celestial Master, let me tell you a prophecy – according to what I know, in thirty years, your White Fox clan’s newly appointed Holy Maiden will bring catastrophic disaster.”
“At that time, that new fox clan Holy Maiden won’t be able to withstand the heavenly calamity at all.”
Yino spoke with great gravity. Not only did Yuebai listen with a frightened expression, even Jinyue and Liuli beside them widened their eyes. As fox demons who had always followed the Celestial Master, Jinyue truly didn’t know the white fox clan had such a prophecy.
However, judging from Yino’s serious expression, even when Jinyue secretly used illusion arts to verify, she couldn’t detect any lies from Yino. Either Yino believed his own lies, or he truly had some prophetic ability that surpassed the Celestial Master’s divination!
As the white fox clan’s doom story concluded, Yino patted Yuebai’s shoulder, advising earnestly:
“So you see, perhaps you should open your mind.”
“You can be more optimistic. For instance, by accepting me as your master thirty years early, then using the soul source pill to drag the next Holy Maiden down into darkness too…”
“This way, in thirty years, with two generations of white fox Holy Maidens under my command, when I’m managing you both, perhaps that young and impetuous future Holy Maiden won’t cause trouble everywhere and invite heaven’s wrath!”
When it came to painting grand visions, Yino was always professional. Though he was just making things up based on the game’s plot, Yino hadn’t expected Yuebai to be so superstitious about such prophecies.
Not just Yuebai, but Jinyue as well. The two little foxes went from complete skepticism, to thoughtful consideration, to finally staring at Yino’s face in horror. Thinking carefully, Yino himself was full of mysterious aspects.
He not only knew about the thousand-year soul source pill inside Yuebai, but also knew the inside story of the ancient tree demon imprisoned in Azure Forest, and even understood clearly the relationship between Yuebai and Xumo and their history in Jiangnan.
Just thinking about this point made Yuebai and Jinyue have to believe Yino somewhat. After all, they were both foxes raised by the Celestial Master, belonging to that organization that controlled destiny. In their worldview, prophecies were something that could be calculated and truly existed.
Now that Yino had spoken a new prophecy, better to believe it exists than not! And after this realization, Yuebai’s gaze toward Yino immediately became much clearer.
She felt many unsolved mysteries all resolved in the moment Yino spoke the prophecy. If Yino could truly foresee the future, then Yuebai being trapped and corrupted by Yino’s schemes could be explained!
“Yuebai, I’ll ask you one last time.”
“Do you trust that so-called Celestial Master? You think when future calamity descends, that Celestial Master will step in to protect your homeland… or do you believe I am Emperor Qin Shi Huang?”
Under the ancient tree, Yino smiled coldly and seductively, his words carrying temptation.
On the other side of Yuebai’s soul-searching at life’s crossroads…
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Xumo had already tumbled and crawled out of Azure Forest long ago. Unlike the other cultivators around him who remained calm, when Xumo first burst out of the secret realm, his face was ashen, as if he’d seen a ghost, and he looked around shouting loudly searching for something.
Later, Xumo found several righteous path elders maintaining order among the crowd in the square before the secret realm’s entrance. At first, the young cultivators around thought Xumo had been frightened senseless.
But when Xumo recounted his eyewitness account of the ancient tree demon’s dark corruption, the seated righteous path elders widened their aged eyes in realization–
“When did you say this ancient tree demon went berserk?”
“About… two or three hours ago!”
“That’s impossible. If so much time has passed, the detection barriers in the secret realm should have sounded alarms…”
The lead Daoist elder muttered, though anxious, no matter how he observed, Azure Forest’s secret realm barriers remained intact. But just as everyone felt confused, several white-haired elders wearing Wuji Sect robes flew in from the distance–
“You useless trash! How long have the seals under the ancient tree been triggered!”
“Why haven’t you gone in to suppress the ancient tree demon yet!”
They came fiercely, covered in sweat, as if they had rushed thousands of miles without rest. For a moment, the elders guarding the secret realm were bewildered.
“But, look carefully everyone, this secret realm really has no problems?”
“How is that possible, the Immortal Alliance’s main formation already gave warnings!”
“Could it be the ancient tree demon only broke through the most basic barrier, then suddenly calmed down, directly bypassing other barriers to escape the thousand-year ancient tree?”
“Who the fuck knows! You useless lot hurry up and go in to find people! If we lose the ancient tree demon we’ll all have to apologize to His Majesty with our heads!”
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At the end of the dragon palace’s stretching lamplight, in the flower-filled Imperial Garden, a lonely pavilion stood on an island in the lake. On the pavilion’s second floor, two devastatingly beautiful women of different heights sat facing each other over a game of chess.
“Master…”
“Two months ago, the He family sent their Seventh Young Master to Wuji Sect.”
Seated on the left side of the board, a young woman in dark gold dragon robes with silver moon-like hair pinned up with golden hairpins spoke softly. Her right hand held a chess piece, fingers gently rolling it, as faint silver dragon scales appeared on her face.
As her words fell, the young woman lightly pursed her rouge-painted cherry lips, finally raising her hand with some hesitation to place the white piece on the board.
“It seems Lord He is feeling guilty.”
Across the game, a taller woman with a more mature voice smiled elegantly.
She propped her face with her right hand, left hand holding a piece, whole body leaning forward, pressing her large chest wrapped in jade-embroidered fabric against the table. Under her rose-gold dragon-patterned gauze cap, she narrowed her light golden dragon eyes alluringly. In the moonlight, the silver-haired young woman could only faintly glimpse her master’s mature and enchanting devastating beauty–
“But Lord He has been loyally devoted to the Dragon Dynasty for a hundred years, how could he secretly harbor that fallen phoenix’s abandoned child behind our backs?”
The silver-haired young woman still struggled anxiously, her hands clutching a white piece, her expression dodging with undisguised anxiety and pain.
In the moonlight, the golden-eyed woman across the board smiled again, curving her lips.
“Your Majesty’s thoughts remain too pure…”
She grabbed a black piece, her words and chess move proceeding simultaneously, as dismay gradually appeared in the silver dragon young woman’s beautiful eyes across the table.
“The complex grudges and twisted karma of this mortal world are far too numerous. Even a border-guarding general who’s spent his life in military service, who knows what unspeakable secrets he might have with that Western Region demon woman…”
The beautiful woman placed the black piece, golden flames burning with it.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled faintly: “Your Majesty, rather than trying to guess whether the He family has connections to the fallen phoenix from these subtle clues, why doesn’t Your Majesty find time to visit Wuji Sect in disguise, and see if that so-called Seventh Young Master is truly the legendary abandoned phoenix child?”