116: Chapter 116 Do you recognize this white wolf?

Half a day passed quickly.

Everyone was already familiar with the basic situation of the Longxiang Academy.

So afterwards, Xing Yaoyan let the youth leave first, while everyone went to purchase various daily necessities and decorate their rooms.

This time while shopping, Xing Yaoyan specifically put on a mask.

There was no helping it; being too famous wasn't a good thing. She was walking along just fine when she was inexplicably surrounded, received flowers for no reason, and some bold boys even confessed to her loudly...

It scared her so much she immediately felt a chill.

If it were a beautiful girl, fine, but you're a guy and you want to get close to this Young Miss?!

Do you know the difference between a border friction and a territorial invasion?

But to maintain her dignity as the Saintess of the Demon Race, she forced a smile and accepted a few girls' requests for photos, then quickly used "Swap" to flee.

Although it was the Early Stage of the school term, the students had arrived much earlier because of their arrival.

Xing Yaoyan felt a bit distressed, but there was no helping it. In the Kingdom of Myriad Demons, other demons kept a polite distance because of her status as the Saintess, but there were no such rules here.

It seemed she needed to find an opportunity to ask a School Beauty of Yu Linger's caliber for tips on avoiding Paparazzi...

Thinking this, Xing Yaoyan arrived at her front door. She casually pulled off the stuffy mask and threw it into her storage space.

Hmm? Wait!

The hand turning the doorknob suddenly paused, and a complex expression mixed with surprise, dissatisfaction, shyness, and even a hint of delight appeared on her face.

"You fellow..."

Xing Yaoyan suddenly pushed the door open, and what met her eyes was a clean house and the youth, fully equipped and working hard at cleaning.

Qian Mo was clearly startled by her sudden return and stood up somewhat awkwardly.

"If I wanted to report to the school right now that someone broke into a private residence with ill intentions toward this Young Miss, do you think you'd die a miserable death?"

Xing Yaoyan leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, speaking in a teasing tone.

"Haha... Oh, right! I originally came to give you the physical keys. When I saw you weren't back, I noticed the floor was dirty, so I helped clean up... Yeah, that's it..."

Seeing the youth's embarrassed look, Xing Yaoyan couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

But her expression didn't change as she continued to tease him:

"I suspect you're interested in me, so you just learned some cliché move from the internet to hit on me..."

"I'm a demon, you know. Be careful, or I'll turn into my original form and eat you whole!"

The young girl grinned, revealing two slightly elongated fangs.

"No, no, Miss Xing Yan, you've misunderstood. I did come here with a purpose, but it's not what you're saying..."

Qian Mo waved his hands hurriedly, his speech speeding up.

He realized that in front of this Saintess of the Demon Race, his Aura had inexplicably weakened significantly.

"So, are you saying this Young Miss has no charm?"

Since breaking through to the third rank, Xing Yaoyan's voice had evolved from its previous slight childishness into a mature big sister tone.

Now, combined with her intentionally raised pitch, this sentence made Qian Mo—a virgin of two lifetimes—feel a tingle through his body, a wave of heat rushing to the top of his head.

Heart-Clearing Incantation, Heart-Clearing Incantation...

This was only the second time he had used this Cultivation Technique from his previous life since coming to this world.

How embarrassing!

Hmph! This Young Miss has you under her thumb again with just a few words. You really haven't improved at all...

Xing Yaoyan felt an inexplicable sweetness in her heart.

Looking at the youth before her with his eyes tightly shut, rapidly muttering something, the girl suddenly gave a wicked smile, as if two invisible demon horns had appeared on her head.

"Qian Mo..."

The girl's voice sounded in Qian Mo's ear.

Her breath was very close...

Hmm?

Qian Mo snapped his eyes open, and what met his gaze were Xing Yaoyan's beautiful dark-gold wolf eyes.

"Why... don't you... dare to... look at me~"

"Whoa! Ahhh..."

The youth suddenly performed a tactical lean-back, his entire face turning bright red instantly.

"Hahahaha..."

Seeing her prank succeed, Xing Yaoyan laughed until she was doubled over.

She found she was enjoying teasing Qian Mo more and more.

After a while, Xing Yaoyan walked over to the sofa and sat down casually, then took out a few oranges from a bag and began to peel them.

"Alright, I'm done messing with you. Excessive courtesy usually hides an ulterior motive. Speak, what do you want with me?"

On the other side, Qian Mo, still lost in his own world, suddenly looked up and realized Miss Xing Yan had moved away from him at some point.

After reciting the Heart-Clearing Incantation a few more times, Qian Mo finally calmed down and spoke solemnly:

"May I ask if you have seen a white wolf in the Kingdom of Myriad Demons?"

The girl's hand peeling the orange paused slightly, but she quickly resumed.

"Never seen one."

"Truly? I sense a familiar Aura from you that is very similar to hers, so I think you should know her, or at least have had some interaction with her..."

As he spoke, Xing Yaoyan saw the youth hurriedly pull up the photo he had taken of her on his phone. At that time, she was still in her wolf form.

And since breaking through that mental barrier, the Power Of Will in her body was sufficient to support her in maintaining her human form indefinitely.

Looking at herself from back then after so much time, she felt a different sort of sensation.

Eh? What does my original form look like now? Would it be bigger and cooler than before?

While thinking, Xing Yaoyan elegantly popped a peeled orange segment into her mouth.

"I might have had contact, but I was in seclusion for half a year before coming here, so I don't really remember."

"But..."

"Alright, you didn't take good care of your Spirit Pet. If it's lost, it's lost. When you get the next one, just summarize your past failures and don't make the same mistake again..."

"How can it just be left at that!"

The youth was a bit agitated, his voice rising inexplicably.

"Besides, she might already be dead..."

The girl continued peeling the orange without looking up.

"No! She's not dead. This is the sys— *cough*, anyway, she's definitely still alive!"

Qian Mo scratched his hair irritably, faint red bloodshot streaks visible in his eyes.

"What can be done then! I haven't seen her anyway, and the demons who came with us probably haven't either. Your impotent rage here won't change that fact..."

"If you ask me, maybe she just didn't want to see you in the first place!"

Xing Yaoyan's final, emotionless sentence was like a sharp blade, instantly piercing the last line of defense in the youth's heart.

"You... I..."

But the more it reached this point, the calmer Qian Mo became.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly bowed.

"I'm sorry, Miss Xing Yan, for causing you trouble. I only came to ask if you had news of her. Since you don't, I won't disturb you further... See you later..."

The youth then packed up all the tools, turned, walked outside, and gently closed the door.

Only then did the girl sitting on the sofa suddenly spit the orange flesh in her mouth into the trash can.

"Tch... So sour... That boss selling the Sugar Oranges must have cheated me..."