Nine-Tailed God Clan
On the second floor of the inn, the door to the top-tier room was gently closed with a soft "click".
Almost simultaneously, Qin Wu twitched his fingertips, and an invisible soundproof and protective array rippled out like water, instantly enveloping the entire room and isolating it from all outside prying eyes and noise.
Bai Chuan, who had just looked frail, now stood upright and walked steadily, showing no trace of illness. He walked unhurriedly to the soft couch by the window and sat down, casually taking out a set of elegant white jade tea set from his Qiankun bag and arranging it neatly on the small table on the couch. His movements were fluid and without the slightest hesitation.
A wisp of pure true energy flowed from his fingertips, coiling around the cold teapot. Moments later, a soft gurgling sound rang out from within, steam rose gently, and the aroma of tea filled the air. Bai Chuan poured himself a cup of hot tea, took a small sip, and his eyes were clear and bright. His movements were steady and swift; clearly, he had performed this act of feigning illness countless times over the past century and was already quite adept at it.
Qin Wu, who was standing to the side, was not idle either. He quickly put his natal sword, Su Tian, into his inner palace to nurture it.
Almost the instant the aura of the Heavenly Sword disappeared, the small black sword that had been quietly inserted in Yun Qianru's dark hair seemed to have just gained its freedom, slowly floating out and hovering in mid-air, its blade shimmering with a dark luster.
"That guy is definitely weird!" Xiao Hei's voice echoed in the room, tinged with offended anger. "I am an ancient artifact, my spiritual energy is naturally concealed, how could I be so easily detected by ordinary cats and dogs?!"
Its sword tip trembled slightly, seemingly quite angry, and it continued to shout: "Moreover! I smell it! There's the stench of a fox! That Lin Huaiyu is either a fox demon who has achieved great cultivation, or a descendant of the Nine-Tailed God Clan who has long since secluded himself from the world!"
“No ordinary fox demon could possibly possess such profound cultivation to see through my disguise…” Xiao Hei’s voice paused, and his imposing aura inexplicably weakened. “If he is truly a member of the Nine-Tailed God Clan, then things might get a bit troublesome.”
"What trouble is it?" Qin Wu focused his mind, suppressing the Su Tian Sword within his inner palace, which was beginning to stir again due to sensing Xiao Hei's aura.
Xiao Hei floated up and down a few times, his tone tinged with schadenfreude: "Troublesome? Much more troublesome than that stupid sword of yours that goes crazy the moment it sees me!"
These words were like adding fuel to the fire, causing the Su Tian Sword within Qin Wu's inner palace to tremble even more violently. The chilling aura of the ancient divine sword almost emanated from his body, and Qin Wu's forehead was covered in sweat as he suppressed it with all his might. If he allowed this foul-mouthed Xiao Hei to continue provoking him, and Su Tian were to erupt out of control, all the wealth that Bai Chuan had painstakingly accumulated over the past hundred years by treating the sick and saving lives would probably have to be lost to the innkeeper.
Back in Cangmin Mountain, when Yun Qian first summoned Xiao Hei, the two divine weapons collided uncontrollably, and the power they unleashed shattered half of the jade platform. That scene is still vivid in her mind.
From then on, whenever Xiao Hei was about to appear, Qin Wu would recall Su Tian to his inner palace beforehand. But Xiao Hei was a sharp-tongued person who would always find an opportunity to stab Su Tian in the back, forcing Qin Wu to spend more effort to appease and suppress him.
Qin Wu sighed helplessly, raised his hand, and flicked Xiao Hei's sword with his finger, neither too hard nor too soft. A soft "hum" rang out, accompanied by Qin Wu's low rebuke: "Stop talking nonsense!"
"He hit me!" Xiao Hei screamed, and with a flash of sword light, he tried to burrow into Yun Qian's hair for protection.
Yun Qian was already familiar with its tricks. With quick eyes and hands, she stretched out two fingers and precisely pinched it. "Speak of the Nine-Tailed God Clan before you hide." Her tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable meaning.
"You think I don't know you're trying to cheat and get away with it?" Yun Qian flicked her wrist, tossing it back into the air. "Explain yourself."
"Tell me, tell me!" The little black sword trembled, seemingly quite aggrieved, but the next moment, its dark sword light shone slightly, and its size suddenly increased by a circle, as if to increase the weight of its words. "The Nine-Tailed God Clan, as the name suggests, are the inheritors of the ancient divine fox bloodline, with divine power flowing in their bodies, and are qualified to inherit part of the power of the ancient gods."
"Of course, not every descendant of the Nine-Tailed God Clan can awaken and inherit this power. Divine power is both a blessing and a shackle. It is said that only one chosen person will appear in the Nine-Tailed God Clan every hundred years. This person is destined to go through many tribulations and tribulations from birth. Only after passing through all the tribulations and enduring the baptism of eighty-one heavenly lightning strikes that temper the soul and body can they truly inherit the vast power of the God Clan."
"So complicated?" Yun Qian raised an eyebrow, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes. "You mean, Lin Huaiyu might be this kind of destined person?"
"I don't know," Xiao Hei answered crisply. "The conditions for the chosen one to inherit divine power are extremely harsh, and the success rate is extremely low. I have been sleeping in the Chaos Realm for thousands of years, and I have never truly sensed anyone successfully inheriting complete divine power."
It paused, the light on the sword shimmering slightly: "Besides, I only guessed that he might be related to the Nine-Tailed God Clan based on a faint aura. But if my guess is true, then it wouldn't be surprising if he could see my extraordinary abilities."
After all, even inheriting only one-tenth of the divine power is terrifying enough, and it is not impossible for it to sense that it is also a divine being.
Upon hearing this, Bai Chuan frowned, his handsome face filled with worry. If Lin Huaiyu was indeed a member of the Nine-Tailed God Clan, and he had just shown such keen interest in his senior sister, then his true intentions were likely far from trivial, and this was the real trouble.
He looked up and met Qin Wu's gaze. Their eyes locked, and both saw the same vigilance and resolve in each other's eyes. This matter was absolutely not to be taken lightly!
Yun Qian, however, fell into deeper thought. The name Lin Huaiyu had never appeared in the original story; he was like a pebble suddenly thrown into a lake, disrupting the established course. Was this person friend or foe? What was his purpose in approaching her? And what role would the mysterious Nine-Tailed Clan play in the impending turmoil?
A silence fell over the room, the atmosphere heavy. The three were lost in their own thoughts, while Xiao Hei, left out in the cold, seemed bored. Its blade would shrink to the size of a hairpin one moment and then suddenly grow larger the next, changing its shape on its own, having a great time, completely out of place with the serious atmosphere of the room.
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