As Yan Ruoruo watched the little white tiger getting closer and closer to her, she desperately tried to turn into a human and pretend that she wasn't a cat, but the more anxious she became, the more out of control she lost, and she couldn't turn back into human form no matter what she did.
The little white tiger followed the scent of milk fruit and craned its neck to look behind the vase.
Suddenly, a snow-white claw shot out from behind the vase, its sharp nails slashing across his face. The unprepared little white tiger was instantly lacerated in the eyelids and nose, drawing blood.
It howled in pain and swung its paw to retaliate, but only managed to slap the vase.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yan Ruoruo stepped on the vase, covering the little white tiger's head with dirt. Then, she stepped on its head for leverage, jumped, and with the eggshell in her mouth, dashed out of the room.
The little white tiger's head and face were covered in mud, making its wounds hurt even more. Tears welled up in its eyes, and its vision blurred as it saw a white blur dart past.
The fairy servant shouted, "A cat! Your Highness, it's a cat!"
The little white tiger chased after it, shouting, "Get out of the way, Your Highness! I'm going to catch it myself!"
Yan Ruoruo's heart pounded, and she waved her four little paws even faster, almost leaving afterimages.
The celestial attendants of Xixiang Palace were startled and tried to stop them: "Your Highnesses..."
The white tiger's attendant stopped them, saying, "If you value your lives, don't interfere in His Highness's business!"
The inner palace attendant, Luoxia, who rushed back, said cautiously, "I'm afraid His Majesty already knows..."
"That cat only had two tails, right?" the little white tiger's attendant said disdainfully. "It dares to call itself nine-tailed? Do you really think His Majesty would reprimand the Fourth Prince for this lowly spirit cat?"
The immortal servants of Xixiang Palace were still somewhat hesitant, but the man said again, "You will be fine if you listen to the Fourth Prince, but you know his temper if you anger him."
Luo Xia remembered the immortal servant whose immortal root had been severed by the little white tiger's tail a few days ago, and immediately lowered her head, pretending not to see it.
He let the little white tiger chase Yan Ruoruo out of Xixiang Palace.
It's just a lowly spirit cat... how can it compare to the Bixie White Tiger that the God Lord brought back from his mother's clan?
The moment Yan Ruoruo left Xixiang Palace, Mo Yong, who was handling government affairs in Taiwei Palace, sensed it. He frowned and put down his pen.
If Ruoruo wakes up, why didn't anyone come to inform him?
He rushed to Xixiang Palace, only to find the celestial servants frolicking and slacking off, but his beloved daughter was nowhere to be seen.
"Greetings, Divine Lord!" The celestial servants immediately knelt down upon seeing Mo Yong.
"Where is the young prince?" Mo Yong asked.
A few beads of cold sweat appeared on Luo Xia's forehead: "Little Fairy, Little Fairy doesn't know."
Mo Yong stared at Luo Xia with deep, dark eyes, his voice icy: "I ordered you to guard the young prince well, and now you tell me you don't know where he is?"
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger." Luo Xia's face was slightly pale. "After the young prince injured the fourth prince, he ran away and forbade me to follow him. How could I dare to..."
She had no respect for this two-tailed spirit cat from a family without any powerful roots. As soon as Mo Yong left, she went out to find a better path. She never expected that this lowly spirit cat would be so ungrateful and dare to fight with the Fourth Prince.
Mo Yong closed his eyes, too lazy to listen to her sophistry any longer, and flicked Luo Xia away with his sleeve.
Luo Xia was blasted away by the powerful spiritual pressure and crashed into the wall. She spat out a mouthful of immortal spirit, which gradually turned into a small green grass, which slumped helplessly at the base of the wall and withered away.
His immortal roots were severed, revealing his true form; his cultivation was ruined, and he was reborn into the cycle of reincarnation, with no chance of survival.
"Your Majesty, please forgive us!" The other celestial servants immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling.
Mo Yong's maid, Ting Lan, coldly rebuked, "Tell the truth!"
"Yes, it was the Fourth Prince who said he was going to teach the Young Prince a lesson, and then... then a fight broke out." The attendant trembled as he confessed, "They ran out one after the other. I wanted to stop the two princes, but the Fourth Prince's attendant stopped me from speaking..."
"What did you say?" Tinglan pressed.
To save his own life, the fairy servant didn't care about offending the little white tiger and immediately repeated what he said: "He said that His Majesty would not neglect the Fourth Prince for that lowly spirit cat. If we interfere, the Fourth Prince will not let us off."
"Insolence!" Mo Yong roared in fury. "That's my own daughter! When did it become your place to speak ill of her?"
Everyone was stunned. The God-King… his own daughter?
All the gods know that the God-King's fate is to be afflicted with no offspring. Those princes are all adopted sons sent by various clans. Now, they have actually offended the God-King's own daughter for the sake of their adopted sons. They are incredibly stupid.
Their hearts were filled with regret and fear: "If only we had known she was the god's daughter..."
Seeing the dazed immortal servants, Mo Yong's anger burned even brighter: "Ting Lan, all the immortal servants of Xi Xiang Palace and Qiong Ding Palace are expelled from the Divine Palace. From now on, they will not be able to become immortals unless they undergo the Tribulation of the Heart."
With a flick of his sleeve, he turned and left. The powerful spiritual pressure slammed down on the immortal servants like a meteorite from the sky. Those with weak strength coughed up blood and fainted.
Mo Yong was filled with remorse. He had thought the plant spirits were pure of heart, so he specially enlightened them to become immortals and serve them, sparing them the suffering of a thousand years of cultivation.
The result was that he raised such a group of ungrateful, greedy, and scheming people, who almost caused his daughter to be injured in his own home.
His Ruoruo is delicate and frail; if he can't find her again, she'll probably be bullied to death by that savage and brainless stupid tiger.
At this moment, Yan Ruoruo, whose body was relatively weak, was climbing a tree.
After escaping from Xixiang Palace, she fled to places with abundant spiritual flowers and herbs, making full use of her small and agile body.
The little white tiger never managed to catch up with her.
When she saw something extremely familiar hanging above the tree, she immediately gave up trying to escape and instead climbed up the trunk.
Seeing the little white tiger relentlessly pursuing her, Yan Ruoruo grinned and showed off her sharp nails.
Hmph! If you keep pursuing her, she won't be so polite.
The little white tiger had its nose and eyelids scratched, and its eyes were covered in mud, so its vision was already a bit blurry. It could only see that white thing suddenly climb up the tree.
The little white tiger snorted and summoned auspicious clouds to fly up and catch the cat!
Does that mean he can't fly? He came in fourth place in the cloud-riding test!
Yan Ruoruo watched the little tiger relentlessly pursuing her, and without any mercy, she swung her paw and cut off what was hanging from the tree. Then, she leaped to the treetop in a few quick leaps, picked a good spot, and prepared to watch the show.
The little white tiger had just left the ground when a large, round object crashed down on it.
It smashed the thing that attacked it with a single swipe of its tail and shouted triumphantly, "Trying to ambush me again? Dream on!"
The next moment, the little white tiger suddenly heard a continuous buzzing sound.
Its body stiffened, and it rubbed its eyes to take a closer look.
What it smashed with its tail wasn't some fruit that had attacked it, but a huge white jade beehive.
In the very center of the shattered hive, the queen bee was dead beyond any doubt.
The white jade bees entered a berserk state, turning red, and their stingers continuously pierced the little white tiger.
The little white tiger let out a miserable cry and dragged the auspicious cloud as it tumbled and crawled away.
Yan Ruoruo casually licked her paws, then closed her eyes.
She's just an innocent and adorable little kitten, how could she witness such cruel things?
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