199: Chapter 198 Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Bloodline?

After Xia Jin returned, Yin Shixuan immediately greeted him, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, which he diligently handed to Xia Jin.

"My Lord, you have returned!" Yin Shixuan said with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. "Did you defeat that fifth-ranked Xing Ruoliu?"

Xia Jin did not speak.

He took the teacup, walked toward a nearby pavilion, and sat down on a stone bench.

Xia Jin held the teacup, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were seeing something else through the wisps of steam.

Yin Shixuan stood to the side, not daring to ask more, merely observing Xia Jin's expression cautiously.

Did he win or lose?

If he won, why does my Lord have this expression?

If he lost, there are clearly no signs of injury on my Lord...

Yin Shixuan muttered to himself.

A long time passed.

So long that the tea in the cup was nearly cold, before Xia Jin finally spoke.

"Yin Shixuan."

"Present!" Yin Shixuan quickly replied.

"Do you know if that Xing Ruoliu has any connection to the Yao Race?"

"The Yao Race? My Lord, we are of the Human Race; how could we possibly be involved with the Yao Race..." Yin Shixuan was stunned.

"No, wait..." As if remembering something, Yin Shixuan's eyes suddenly brightened.

"My Lord, your question reminds me of something!" Yin Shixuan said in a low voice. "This matter, others truly do not know. I once inadvertently heard a secret rumor about this Xing Ruoliu when I was with Mr. Gu."

Xia Jin's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

"Speak."

Yin Shixuan collected his thoughts and continued: "This Xing Ruoliu is indeed a Cultivator of the Human Race, but in reality, the Bloodline flowing through her body is not pure."

"It is said that her ancestors once mated with the Yao Race, and she likely inherited a trace of extremely diluted Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Bloodline."

"Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox?" Xia Jin raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly." Yin Shixuan nodded. "Although it has been diluted over several generations and this Bloodline Power is extremely faint, it does exist. This is also why she possesses such astonishing attainments in the Dao of illusions; the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan is said to be natural masters of illusion."

Xia Jin fell silent.

Possessing a trace of Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Bloodline...

So that was it.

It seems the problem lay right there. The Primordial Demon Emperor Art he Cultivates, while a reward from the System, is clearly a supreme Cultivation Technique among the Yao Race just by its name. Those who Cultivate this technique will gradually condense the Demon Emperor's Qi within their bodies, which has a natural suppression and... attraction toward beings possessing Yao Race Bloodline.

To be precise, it is a submission and worship originating from the depths of the Bloodline. Although Xing Ruoliu is of the Human Race, that trace of Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Bloodline within her caused her to have a certain instinctive reaction when facing him.

Therefore, that was why she made such a move after her defeat. It was not admiration, nor was it teasing, but rather... a submission from the depths of the Bloodline, mixed with a certain indescribable closeness.

Thinking of this, the gloom in Xia Jin's heart finally dissipated a little.

"My Lord?" Yin Shixuan looked at him cautiously. "You asked about this, did Xing Ruoliu do something?"

Xia Jin did not answer.

He picked up the teacup and drank the cold tea in one gulp.

"Next."

Yin Shixuan was stunned: "What?"

"Among the Heaven-Class Disciples, who is ranked fourth?"

Yin Shixuan realized and quickly replied: "Replying to my Lord, the one ranked fourth is named Yin Qianji."

"This person has a formidable Physical Body and excels in close-quarters combat; he is known as the 'Humanoid Vicious Beast.' Among the Heaven-Class Disciples, he is the most troublesome one. It is not because his cultivation is the highest, but because when this person strikes, he never holds back. The Disciples who fight him either die or are maimed."

As Yin Shixuan spoke, a trace of worry appeared on his face: "My Lord, you just finished fighting Xing Ruoliu; do you want to rest for a few days? This Yin Qianji is not someone to be trifled with..."

"No need." Xia Jin interrupted him.

"Arrange it for me."

"Tomorrow at noon, at the Battle Arena, a battle with this Prince!"

...

Meanwhile.

On a desolate island with craggy rocks.

A figure was moving at high speed.

If anyone were here, they would discover that this person was the follower who had been by Xing Ruoliu's side earlier.

His expression was gloomy. He looked back at the direction he had come from, a flash of resentment in his eyes.

"Hmph! Xing Ruoliu, I have followed you for nearly decades, working diligently and tirelessly; even if there is no credit, there is still hard work!"

"I didn't expect that today, you would almost kill me for the sake of a pretty boy!"

Meng Xian gritted his teeth; the red mark on his neck was still throbbing with pain.

"Since you are heartless, then don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

He snorted coldly and navigated through the jagged rocks with ease, twisting and turning, clearly extremely familiar with the terrain here.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn later, he arrived at the entrance of a palace, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

However, as soon as he entered the door, a waft of fragrant wind hit him in the face, and immediately after, a hand blocked his path.

"Eh, isn't this Meng Xian?" A charming voice rang out.

Meng Xian looked up and saw that the person blocking his way was a woman wearing thin gauze. The other party's face was still slightly flushed, her eyes filled with spring, her clothes slightly disheveled, and the collar slightly open, revealing a striking patch of snow-white skin.

Meng Xian's gaze involuntarily swept over that patch of snow-white skin, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he immediately restrained his eyes, lowered his head, and dared not look any further.

He dared not provoke the women here. After all, this was the territory of that Humanoid Vicious Beast, and the woman in front of him was a follower of that Humanoid Vicious Beast.

"Miss Mu." Meng Xian cupped his hands and said with a flattering smile, "I have something to request an audience with Lord Yin."

The woman called Miss Mu looked at him lazily, a playful smile curling at the corners of her lips: "Coming to find my Lord? Meng Xian, why aren't you staying properly by your beautiful Palace Master's side instead of running over here? Could it be that you were kicked out?"

Meng Xian's expression stiffened slightly, but he kept smiling: "Miss Mu is joking. I truly have an urgent matter to report to Lord Yin; I hope you will announce me."

Miss Mu glanced at him but did not continue to make things difficult, simply pointing toward the depths of the palace: "My Lord is still inside; you can go over yourself, but don't blame me for not warning you to pick a good time."

After saying this, she swayed her waist, walked to the side, leaned against a pillar, and looked at him with a smirk.

Meng Xian felt a chill in his heart, quickly thanked her, and walked quickly toward the depths of the palace.

Before he could speak, a burst of a woman's panting came from inside the room, mixed with heavy breathing.

Meng Xian's scalp tingled, and he quickly stepped back a few steps, lowering his head, not daring to listen any further.

He stood outside the door with his head bowed, motionless.

Time passed bit by bit.

The movement inside continued for a long time, and finally gradually subsided.

Meng Xian waited for a long while longer, guessing that it should be about finished inside, before taking a deep breath, stepping forward, and bowing respectfully toward the door.

"My Lord, I am Meng Xian, requesting an audience!"

It was quiet inside for a moment, and then a hoarse voice came: "Wait."

Meng Xian dared not say more, quickly retreated to the side, and continued to stand respectfully with his head bowed.

This wait lasted another half an hour.

The door finally opened.

A wave of heat mixed with sweat and a certain ambiguous scent rushed out from inside the room.

Meng Xian subconsciously raised his head.

He saw an incomparably sturdy figure striding out from inside the room.