fox

"Miss Yun Qian."

Lin Huaiyu's voice was exceptionally clear in the night, carrying a hint of enigmatic laughter, "Does this mean I have expressed my feelings?"

Yun Qian raised her eyes and met his eyes, which appeared even deeper in the moonlight. She pursed her lips slightly, showing no emotion at his almost confessional words; instead, her expression became even more somber.

Empty promises are always the most ephemeral things. Yun Qian, who walks through the world, has never been the kind of person who would be easily moved by a few pretty words and let down her guard.

No matter how eloquently Lin Huaiyu spoke, she could not, and would never, underestimate this mysterious, highly skilled, and enigmatic Nine-Tailed God.

She shifted her feet slightly, taking a step back, once again widening the dangerously large distance between herself and Lin Huaiyu. Her gaze was as cold as frost, and her tone was resolute: "I don't believe you have no ulterior motives."

“Everyone has their own agenda.” She spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable force. “Young Master Lin, you are not telling the truth.”

His elaborate efforts and repeated attempts to get close to him suggest that he had no ulterior motives, which would be the strangest thing in the world.

Upon hearing this, Lin Huaiyu slowly straightened up, no longer maintaining that slightly oppressive, bowed posture. He didn't rush to explain, but instead gazed intently at Yun Qian with deep eyes, as if re-examining her, or perhaps pondering something.

The soft moonlight bathed the two figures, casting long, distant shadows on the ground. Only the faint chirping of insects filled the air, creating an eerie stillness.

Although she had just unlocked her five senses due to longing, the sweltering heat of this summer night was truly unbearable for Yun Qian, who was dressed in an elaborate robe. Without saying anything more, she quickly raised her hand and made a hand seal, re-sealing her five senses and shutting out the annoying damp heat.

The moment she finished her action, Lin Huaiyu suddenly spoke, his voice deep and clear, breaking the silence:

"you."

He paused, his gaze intense, as if flames were dancing within it. "My goal is you."

It was like that from the first moment I caught a glimpse of her among the crowd at the inn.

Yun Qian's brows furrowed suddenly.

she?

What is it about her that would make a nine-tailed god, who might have inherited divine power, so concerned? Is it her strange constitution, which even the Fate Stone cannot fathom? Or is it the little black creature hidden in her hair, which is also a divine object?

"I guess," Lin Huaiyu continued, as if he could read her thoughts, "You yourself are well aware of what makes you different. I'm sure I'm not the only one who can't see through your cultivation level, am I?"

Even the stone connecting the Heavenly Mandate Stele cannot fathom her depth; in this world, perhaps only she herself can fully know her true level of power. If she intends to conceal it, no one else can possibly find out.

"And then there's that Dao Gui Yi formation in your courtyard today." Lin Huaiyu changed the subject, revealing another secret, "That wasn't something your Nascent Soul stage medical cultivator junior brother and sword cultivator junior brother could have set up so quickly and without anyone noticing."

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes filled with an all-knowing understanding, and slowly uttered the core message: "A hundred years old, yet your cultivation is at least at the Nascent Soul stage... Miss Yun Qian, tell me, how can I not be curious about you?" He had actually seen through Yun Qian's true cultivation level, which she was trying so hard to hide, in one sentence!

To have reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of one hundred is beyond mere talent; it is a terrifying achievement that could shake the entire cultivation world.

After all, among the cultivators with clear records over thousands of years, no one has ever been able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage at the age of one hundred.

Of course, Lin Huaiyu silently added to himself that he was an exception.

She was able to deduce her cultivation level so accurately based solely on the phrase "Return to One Formation".

Could this person's insight and perception be related to the legendary divine power, just as Xiao Hei said?

"And that peculiar little sword on your head." Lin Huaiyu's gaze swept over her hair as if it were nothing more than a fleeting glance. "Miss Yun Qian, you exude an unusual aura about you, don't you?"

"Unusual?" Yun Qian scoffed, retorting, "Young Master Lin, are you really that ordinary?"

Lin Huaiyu crossed her arms, her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, a hint of amusement in her expression: "Oh? What's unusual about me?"

Yun Qian raised her eyes, her gaze sharp, and directly exposed his identity: "Nine-Tailed God Clan."

“That’s right.” Lin Huaiyu’s lips curled up, forming a frank yet somewhat arrogant arc, and he admitted it directly.

This was something that would become common knowledge sooner or later, and he had no intention of hiding it.

As expected. Yun Qian understood; her final guess had been confirmed.

Lin Huaiyu is the chosen one of the Nine-Tailed God Clan who inherited divine power, or to put it more directly, a fox who inherited divine power.

Yun Qian frowned even more deeply, and almost subconsciously whispered, "Fox."

Lin Huaiyu blinked, then nodded frankly, her tone even carrying a hint of inexplicable pride: "That's right, I am."

Yun Qian looked him up and down, from his handsome face to his elegant and otherworldly demeanor. The corners of her mouth lifted almost imperceptibly, but she swallowed back the words "vixen" that were on the tip of her tongue.

However, Lin Huaiyu seemed to be able to accurately capture every subtle change in her emotions. He suddenly leaned closer, looked intently into her eyes, and asked with pure curiosity and admiration, "But why are you so beautiful even though you're not a fox?"

He paused, his gaze lingering on her exquisite and otherworldly face, and added in a low voice, as if talking to himself, or as if speaking to her: "No wonder, after just one meeting, you were able to bewitch that silly little disciple from Qingyun Mountain so much that he lost his soul."

Yun Qian was completely taken aback when he suddenly said something that sounded almost like a joke, and she was stunned for a moment, unable to react in time.

"Miss Yun Qian." Lin Huaiyu didn't give her a chance to think it over or refute it, as if his flirtatious remark was just a casual remark. He straightened up, resumed his elegant demeanor, and bid farewell with a smile, "See you at the Grand Competition tomorrow."

Before he finished speaking, his figure flickered and vanished like wisps of smoke, leaving only a faint, refreshing scent in the air.

After flirting with him, he just turned around and left. He really does things his own way, which is extremely despicable!

Yun Qian stared at the spot where Lin Huaiyu had disappeared, her eyes deep and unwavering for a long time.

This person... is far too dangerous.

On the other side.

Lin Huaiyu almost frantically used his teleportation technique. Once the surrounding scenery stabilized, he realized that in his haste, he had appeared directly near the heavily guarded treasure pavilion of Tianyan Mountain!

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his slightly burning earlobe, the inexplicable flutter in his heart still not completely subsided. Fortunately, his cultivation was high enough and his skill in concealing his aura was excellent, otherwise he would have been caught red-handed by Tianyan Mountain as a thief who had trespassed into the forbidden area because of this reckless act.

He leaned against the cold wall, shook his head helplessly, and chuckled to himself.

What's wrong with me?

Everything about him became strange the moment he saw Yun Qian.