Chapter 70 Chapter 70 "If there is a third person who betrays me—…
Seven fluffy fox tails appeared between heaven and earth.
There was no wind, yet they swayed back and forth like seaweeds blown by the waves.
The pure color without a trace of impurities reflected in Jiu Zhao's eyes also briefly rendered her brain blank.
Who can tell her what is going on now?
Zhu Yan wasn't seriously injured and dying, and their relationship wasn't that of a close couple.
Why is the tail, which symbolizes privacy, shown in front of her?
Zhu Yan's true form was likely a white fox, unlike the maroon tail that Jiu Zhao had seen growing from Meng Chu's back that day. Because of its lighter color, it appeared larger, a halo of light flowing between its undulations, emitting a beguiling, harmless beauty.
Zhu Yan paused to repair the stairs to heaven and flew sideways towards Jiu Zhao.
Jiu Zhao reflexively conjured up the divine whip.
The unsuppressed immortal power was injected into the whip, and the fierce red light immediately came alive, blocking the two people like a nimble dragon.
Jiu Zhao asked rudely, "What do you want?"
Zhu Yan ignored the whip tail that was about to poke his face.
He flew to the closest point to Jiu Zhao before stopping. "Miss, please listen to what Yan has to say first. You can kill or chop me up as you wish later."
Jiu Zhao looked at him suspiciously for a few moments, then slowly retracted the attack technique attached to the surface of the Divine Whip.
The whip lowered down, leaving room for them to talk face to face.
Zhu Yan bowed and saluted: "Miss, do you know the difference between the tails of my fox clan?"
This was an opening that left Jiu Zhao completely confused.
Could it be that he created a tail in order to teach her the habits of the nine-tailed fox clan?
Jiu Zhao had no idea what he was up to and didn't interrupt.
Zhu Yan turned his head and reached behind him, accurately grasping the end of one of the tails. He brought it to Jiu Zhao and showed it to her: "This is called the birth tail. It is a tail that every nine-tailed fox naturally forms when it is born into the world.
"As for the others, they gradually differentiated as their cultivation grew.
"The process of growing a tail is like a deity taking the immortal rank test; each step is incredibly difficult. So, even though our species is called the Nine-Tailed Fox, 99% of us will never be able to cultivate more than six tails in our entire lives."
Jiu Zhao is not from the fox tribe, so it is useless for her to understand their cultivation methods. Her focus is on the seven tails that Zhu Yan has cultivated at a young age.
She thought again that if Zhu Yan was not destined to die young, with his outstanding talent and cultivation, he might be able to lead the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, which had betrayed and surrendered in the war between immortals and demons and was gradually declining, to revive the glory that was almost on par with the Phoenix Clan.
As his mind was tossing and turning, Jiu Zhao took another look at the fox tail in the young man's palm.
Zhu Yan thought she had noticed the term "newborn tail" he had mentioned, so he explained it in more detail: "Other tails may grow or fall off as our cultivation progresses or declines, but the 'newborn tail' remains unchanged. It connects to the vital meridians of our fox clan's cultivation. If it were destroyed, our cultivation would be completely dissipated, and we would return to the state of uncivilized foxes, unable to cultivate again for the rest of our lives.
"Compared to the pain of having my nascent tail destroyed and forever reduced to the status of an ignorant beast, perhaps death is more straightforward and painless."
After listening to Zhu Yan's long speech, Jiu Zhao still didn't know what his main idea was.
She nodded, the corners of her mouth twitching, a forced smile: "Ah, so that's how it is, I've learned it. Next time if Meng Chu comes to me again, I will use a whip to break his nascent tail, making him crawl on the ground for the rest of his life -"
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yan drew out the sword hidden in his sleeve and cut off his own nascent tail with one sword.
“——!!”
This change happened too quickly.
Jiu Zhao's mouth did not close completely until the blood from the tail splashed onto Zhu Yan's eyebrows.
She stared blankly ahead.
Looking at Zhu Yan's beautiful face, it was distorted like a Shura demon due to the severe pain.
Even after enduring the torment of a ten-thousand-year-old weakness, the pain that pierced his soul still made Zhu Yan scream. His face briefly took on the characteristics of a fox—but the task wasn't over yet. He couldn't just faint, nor could he plummet from the clouds.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, gathered his spiritual power, kept his consciousness hanging, and quickly cast a spell to seal the two broken parts.
The newly born tail no longer bleeds, and the two arm-long objects quickly shrink to the size of a waist pendant as the immortal power circulates.
A handful of fur, curled up in the palm of your hand.
If Jiu Zhao didn't know the reason behind it, he would have thought it was just a light and cute little gift.
However.
The smell of blood lingered in her sensitive sense of smell, reminding her of the origin of this ball of fur.
And what Zhu Yan really did.
Jiu Zhao was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the divine whip.
The moment she fell, the whip spontaneously disappeared into her body.
"You, you you you you what are you doing——"
Her voice trembled violently, like a lonely leaf swept by a strong wind.
Now, nothing could stop him from getting close to Jiu Zhao.
Zhu Yan endured the piercing pain from his tailbone, treated the height as flat ground, and staggered towards her step by step.
"Miss, here you go."
He held the newborn tail in his hands and presented it to Jiu Zhao, and in the process used cleaning techniques to wash it inside and out.
"This is my newborn tail, it's not dirty... Please accept it."
With every word he spoke, the pain in his body grew worse. Zhu Yan suppressed his dark and heavy gaze and begged cautiously.
In extreme shock, Jiu Zhao finally found his voice:
“W-what do you mean?!
"Want to die?! You don't have to do this if you want to die. I can directly grant your wish——"
The blood color gradually faded from Zhu Yanchou's face. He smiled and said, "Okay, Miss, you can just pinch my tail in two... As long as it is completely destroyed, I will become a senseless wild fox in the mountains and forests, and never bother you again."
His words were so light and weightless.
But the moment it entered his ears, Jiu Zhao was dazzled.
She had lived for thirty-four thousand five hundred years. When had she been forced to this point?
Zhu Yan, how dare he——
Acting faster than reason, she snatched the white tail away and raised her voice, her expression fierce: "Zhu Yan! Who do you think you are! Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?!"
At the end of his words, Jiu Zhao found that his voice was still trembling.
He proved her innocence, presented her with a spirit bird, served her shoes and socks, and chatted with her in the corridor.
Then go to the extreme to save, reveal little things, show weaknesses, and express love.
Every step he took, he devoted all he had, put himself at the lowest level, and begged for her stingy mercy.
But this is the confrontation between the two sides.
Jiu Zhao only realized at this moment that it was she herself who was forced to climb the cliff.
A stunning appearance.
A considerate character.
A poor alien who was excluded by the Northern Immortal Clan led by Meng Chu.
He has few relatives, no one to rely on, but he is gifted and intelligent.
He was like a dodder clinging to a big tree. From his body and hair to his soul and flesh, he was born to be in harmony with Jiu Zhao.
Now, he has to put his life in her hands.
The chattering sound of her upper and lower teeth blocked Jiu Zhao's ability to think. She became a failed puppet created by a failed craftsman. She could only repeatedly question "What are you doing?", "Do you want to die?", "What do you mean" -
Then, she asked a fourth question, almost in despair:
"...What do you want?"
The young man's dark eyes stared at her without blinking.
Even more resolute than his eyes was the expression on his pale face that hadn't changed since the beginning:
"My heart is not made of stone; it cannot be turned."
He stretched out his hands and held Jiu Zhao's trembling hands that were holding Bai Wei.
He led Jiu Zhao, moving with constant force.
Jiu Zhao's fingertips quickly passed through the thick fur and touched the still warm skin and throbbing veins.
"It's too painful to feel what it's like to be with the young lady, and then return to the darkness and coldness of being alone...
"To come close will kill you, to stay away will be a fate worse than death.
“…either choice is hard to say is better.
"It doesn't make any difference anyway, why not let Miss decide Yan's fate herself."
As he spoke, Zhu Yan pushed harder again.
This time, the hard edge of Jiu Zhao's nails also pinched into the fox tail's flesh.
In a trance, she heard the white tail screaming as if it was about to turn into a rope to wrap around her and suffocate her.
But Zhu Yan was still smiling.
The force in her hands became stronger and stronger, so strong that Baiwei's skin was stretched to the point of being transparent, and was about to be completely broken into two pieces in her palm.
He is really not afraid of death.
He was really willing to give his all to be close to her.
Surprise, confusion, fear, incomprehension... After experiencing countless emotions, Jiu Zhao's mood became devastated.
She held Zhu Yan's palm with her backhand and murmured, "Why do you love me?
"I'm not as kind and soft-hearted as you imagine. I only care about my own feelings. I'm lazy, I'm weak-willed, I'm moody, and my six senses are not pure. I'm not a qualified crown prince, and I'm not even a qualified immortal.
“People only yearn for those who are gentle, beautiful, and tolerant, attracted by the light they radiate, and fight for them without hesitation. But is there anyone who would love something that is inherently dark, muddy, and uncontrollable…?
"...What do you love, the kindness I show you, or me as a person?"
Zhu Yan did not answer Jiu Zhao's question. He bent down and refuted all her self-doubts with a tight hug.
Jiu Zhao's hand was still between the two of them.
She placed the back of her hand against the man's abdomen, which was tightening due to the pain, and continued to talk to herself, "I've grown up without understanding what it means to love someone properly, but I've loved two people... and I've been let down by them twice.
"Zhu Yan, do you know?
“I still don’t understand what love is.
"The only thing I know is that if there's a third person who betrays me—
“I will definitely kill him.
"Grind his bones and scatter his ashes, leaving him with no place to be buried."
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