Tu Shanche could not resist his younger brother's bright, almost scorching eyes and his persistent, pleading "Brother~", so he could only sigh in resignation.
The next moment, the figure transformed into a soft halo of light.
As the light faded, a small fox, pure white as if woven from the finest cloud-like satin, gracefully landed on the forest floor covered with decaying leaves.
It was not large in size and deliberately concealed the overwhelming aura of the Nine-Tailed Fox that could subdue all demons. At first glance, it was indeed no different from the ordinary demon cultivators of the Yun Chuan Fox Clan.
Only those golden eyes, as if fused with the sun's rays, were so clear and transparent that they seemed otherworldly, exuding an innate noble aloofness.
Its fluffy, full tail gently swept across the ground, stirring up a few fallen leaves. Each silver hair seemed to glow softly in the dim forest, its posture composed yet unintentionally alluring.
Shen Zhaozhao's breath hitched for a moment.
Looking at that snowy white thing, she finally understood why King Zhou had fallen headfirst into the fox's den and couldn't get out. This... who wouldn't be confused by this little thing?
As for Murong Xiao?
The little brat's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and he looked like a bowstring taut, ready to pounce at any moment!
Shen Zhaozhao reacted quickly, grabbing Murong Xiao by the back of his collar and using all her strength to pin the runaway boy to the spot. She warned him in a low voice, "Calm down, don't let this interfere with important matters."
Murong Xiao's eyes rolled back as he was being strangled, his legs kicking futilely in the air, his gaze fixed on the snowball, his eyes burning with a intensity that could almost ignite the surrounding withered branches and leaves—his brother, his brother's true form! Ahhh! I want to pet him! I want to bury him! I want to hug him and roll him around three times!
Just as Murong Xiao was screaming inwardly and Shen Zhaozhao was gritting her teeth and pressing people down, the light in the forest dimmed slightly.
A slender figure, as if blending into the shadows of the trees, appeared silently not far behind the little fox that Tu Shanche had transformed into.
The newcomer was dressed in a simple, moon-white Taoist robe, with a matching silk sash loosely tied around his waist. His long, dark hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few strands of hair falling gently beside his cheeks.
She had an extremely gentle and delicate face, with soft eyebrows and eyes, and a straight nose. She exuded a quiet, scholarly air, like a meticulously painted ink painting of a lady, completely out of place in this dark and eerie forest.
Shen Zhaozhao and her group held their breath instantly.
This, this seemingly gentle and harmless female cultivator... is she the ruthless star who strikes fear into the hearts of the Yun Chuan fox clan and makes them gnaw on eggs until their hands are sore?
Tu Shanche naturally noticed the silent presence that had appeared behind him.
He maintained his snow fox form and did not turn around, but his golden pupils moved slightly, and his peripheral vision locked onto the moon-white figure.
The gentle female cultivator did not make a move immediately.
She stood there quietly, her gaze fixed on the excessively beautiful little fox in front of her, scrutinizing it carefully from head to toe.
Time seemed to freeze for a few moments.
Only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard in the woods.
Suddenly, the female cultivator let out a long, almost inaudible sigh.
The sigh was filled with an indescribable heaviness, as if it foresaw a heartbreaking future.
She took another small step forward, bent down slightly, and spoke to the snow-white, fluffy little fox in a gentle yet authoritative tone, like the strictest teacher in a school.
"Little fox, look at you! How shiny your fur is! How bright your eyes are! How alluring your figure is!"
Her voice was clear and crisp, but the content she spoke sent a chill down the spines of Shen Zhaozhao and Murong Xiao, who were hiding in the shadows.
"At such a young age, you should be focused, striving, honing your skills, and studying the Dao! What you do all day long... sigh!"
She sighed heavily again, the disappointment in her voice almost solidifying into a tangible blow. "All you ever think about is how to make yourself look glamorous and attract attention, how to fall in love and seduce those male and female vixens. How can that work?"
Tu Shanche: "???" The snow fox's elegant posture froze for a moment, and even the tip of its tail forgot to wag.
"Romantic love is nothing but a stumbling block on the path of cultivation! Look at those who are obsessed with it, how many of them have attained good spiritual fruit? They've wasted their prime years!"
"Take my advice, sister. While you're still young, your foundation isn't solid, and your mind isn't settled, cut off these worldly entanglements and troublesome seeds as soon as possible!"
"Come here, let me help you. I guarantee that you will be pure of heart and free from desires in the future, and your cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort. That is the right path! That is the bright road!"
Before she finished speaking, a loving light suddenly appeared on her gentle and delicate face.
At the same time, she steadily pulled out her right hand, which had been hidden in the wide sleeve of her robe.
With symmetrical knuckles and fair, delicate skin, these hands are perfectly suited for playing the zither and painting.
However, at this moment, in that slender hand, she was tightly gripping a weapon that shimmered with lightning and looked extremely practical—the Egg-Grinding Knife!
Before Tu Shanche, in his snow fox form, could even bristle, the lightning-sparkling Gadan Blade, carrying an aura of righteous indignation that said "I'm doing this for your own good," swiftly swept towards his hind legs!
"Spare the fox!"
Shen Zhaozhao shouted directly, and then, with perfect precision, pounced on the female cultivator in the moon-white Taoist robe.
"Thump!"
Caught off guard, the female cultivator's knees buckled under the sudden force, causing her to kneel on one knee.
At the same time, Murong Xiao was so fast that he was only a blur. He didn't care about the female cultivator at all. He only had one target - that snow-white mass!
"elder brother--!!"
Filled with immense joy at surviving a calamity and a kind of exhilarating satisfaction, Murong Xiao pounced like a hungry tiger, spreading his arms wide and, with lightning speed, scooped up the snow fox on the ground and pulled it tightly into his embrace.
Upon touching it, it was incredibly fluffy and soft, carrying a clean and refreshing scent of grass and trees, instantly filling all of Murong Xiao's senses.
He was so excited that his whole body was trembling. Without hesitation, he buried his face deep into the thick, soft, snow-white fur, took a greedy deep breath, and his hands were even more unrestrained, rubbing, pinching, and stroking the fox's back, belly, and tail base, as if he wanted to knead this fluffy thing into his own bones and blood.
"Brother! Brother, are you alright?! You scared me to death! Waaaaah... My dear brother, my sweetest brother, let me see if you're hurt anywhere~"
Murong Xiao howled incoherently while desperately nuzzling against the fox's belly.
He repeatedly rubbed and examined the fox's sensitive areas with both hands. The force was so great that the snow fox's originally stiff body began to tremble slightly, its four short legs kicking futilely in the air, and it made a "woo-woo" sound from its throat, a whimper that was distorted by the rubbing.
miserable.
It was extremely tragic.
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