209: Chapter 208 Throwing Himself into My Arms? Sorry, I Reject It

Dusk had just fallen. Xing Ruoliu, holding a white fox, looked at the newly decorated main hall and nodded in satisfaction.

"Lüer, you've done well!"

She glanced at the other woman standing respectfully below her and casually tossed a Medicinal Pill over. This woman was a new Follower Xing Ruoliu had found after Meng Xian's death, and she was quite tactful in her dealings.

Lüer had a round face and a clever spark in her eyes. She hurriedly caught the pill, her expression lighting up with joy. "Thank you, My Lady! This is only what Lüer should do."

She looked up at the sky outside. "My Lady, this servant will go wait outside the hall to see if Lord Xia Jin has arrived."

"Mhm, go on." Xing Ruoliu waved her hand, and Lüer's figure quickly disappeared outside the hall doors.

Only Xing Ruoliu remained in the main hall.

She sat on a soft couch, the white fox in her arms curled into a well-behaved ball. She reached out to pick up a peach blossom from the table, brought it to her nose for a light sniff, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"I didn't expect that even Fan Wujiu, ranked third among the Heaven-Class Disciples, would fall at your hands." She licked her somewhat dry lips. "Next, only Zhan Wuji and Jian Wuxin remain. If you can even win against these two, then perhaps you are the person in my clan's prophecy."

Recalling the domineering Demon Emperor's aura Xia Jin had unleashed on the Battle Arena, Xing Ruoliu became increasingly convinced of this.

For the descendants of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan to restore their ancestors' glory, they could only rely on the "Reincarnated Demon Emperor" from the prophecy.

Just as she was lost in thought, the sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.

"My Lady, Lord Xia Jin is here!" Lüer walked in quickly and whispered into Xing Ruoliu's ear.

Xing Ruoliu looked up, stood from the soft couch, smoothed her lapels, and looked toward the outside of the hall with an eager gaze.

Sure enough, two figures soon walked in from outside.

Walking in front, Xia Jin still looked calm and composed, but what made Xing Ruoliu raise an eyebrow slightly was that he was accompanied by an extremely gorgeous woman.

Indeed, the woman following behind Xia Jin was Mu Pinger.

Tonight, Mu Pinger had specifically changed into a long red dress, her dark hair pinned up high, perfectly showcasing her charms. Although she carried a hint of seductiveness, her makeup somehow exuded a touch of purity, and her eyes held just the right amount of bashfulness.

To an outsider, one might think she was Xia Jin's Dao Companion.

But there was no jealousy in Xing Ruoliu's eyes; instead, she merely gave a faint smile, unconcerned.

After all, among the descendants of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, the strong should have multiple Dao Companions, while the weak had no right to choose. Especially for a powerhouse like Xia Jin, it was only natural for him to be surrounded by women.

"This woman? Does she really not care that there's a woman by the Lord's side?" Mu Pinger glanced at Xing Ruoliu and suddenly felt as if she had punched a bale of cotton. The other party was completely unmoved, and a sense of powerlessness surged in her heart.

She bit her lip and directly grabbed Xia Jin's arm.

"Miss Xing." Xia Jin stood before Xing Ruoliu, looking her up and down. Seeing that she had also dressed up meticulously tonight, his eyes brightened.

"Brother Xia, please sit." Seeing the look in Xia Jin's eyes, a smile grew on Xing Ruoliu's face. It seemed her special effort to dress up today had not been in vain.

"My Lord, do I look good?" Mu Pinger gently shook Xia Jin's arm and asked with dissatisfaction.

"Ahem! Uh, what did you say?" After sitting down, Xia Jin quickly composed himself, his expression turning serious in an instant.

"My Lord, you..." Mu Pinger opened her mouth at Xia Jin's reaction. Then, in a fit of pique, she sat down right next to him, her beautiful eyes looking at Xing Ruoliu provocatively.

Lüer, standing behind Xing Ruoliu, didn't dare act like Mu Pinger. She stood properly behind Xing Ruoliu, stealing a glance at Mu Pinger with a flash of envy in her eyes.

After sitting down, Xia Jin also looked directly at Xing Ruoliu and asked straightforwardly, "Miss Xing, you didn't invite this King here tonight just for a simple chat, did you? Speak plainly if there's something on your mind!"

Hearing this, Xing Ruoliu chuckled. "Brother Xia, if you don't mind, you may just call this Palace Mistress Ruoliu."

Xia Jin raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.

After taking a deep breath, Xing Ruoliu stared intently at Xia Jin. "Since Brother Xia asks, then this Palace Mistress will speak plainly. The reason I invited you here tonight is to ask if you would become my Dao Companion."

Huh???

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone else in the hall fell silent.

Xia Jin's hand, which was about to pick up a teacup, paused. The corner of his eye twitched involuntarily, and he looked at Xing Ruoliu with suspicion, wondering if he had misheard.

Beside him, Mu Pinger's eyes widened. She never expected this Xing Ruoliu to be so direct and bold!

Even Lüer, standing behind Xing Ruoliu, couldn't help but gasp, stealing a glance at her master's back.

Xia Jin frowned and remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "You... what did you just say? Could you say that again?"

Xing Ruoliu's expression remained unchanged as she repeated, "I wish to become Dao Companions with Brother Xia! I wonder if you would agree!"

Her gaze was full of seriousness, without the slightest hint of a joke.

Xia Jin opened his mouth, and after confirming he hadn't misheard, he quickly shook his head in refusal. "Stop!! This King already has a wife; there's no need."

As he spoke, he pulled the dazed Mu Pinger into his arms, affectionately caressing her delicate face, and continued, "Besides, this King does not lack well-behaved women like Pinger by my side."

"However, if you want to become a Follower of this King like Pinger, I would be willing to consider it."

Mu Pinger's heart hammered like a drum at Xia Jin's sudden intimate gesture, and two red clouds instantly appeared on her face.

It was her first time feeling like this, and she involuntarily hugged Xia Jin's waist, pressing her face tightly against his broad chest. She didn't forget to glance at Xing Ruoliu out of the corner of her eye with a hint of triumph.

However, Xing Ruoliu did not show a look of disappointment or anger as she had expected.

She just sat there quietly, her beautiful eyes seriously gazing at Xia Jin's face as if examining and contemplating.

After a moment, she actually nodded slowly.

"If you can defeat Zhan Wuji and Jian Wuxin, this Palace Mistress can become your Follower."

When these words were spoken, not only was Xia Jin stunned, but even Lüer nearby and Mu Pinger, who was nestling in his arms, were startled.

Xia Jin narrowed his eyes and stared at Xing Ruoliu, seemingly trying to see through her true thoughts.

"Are you serious?"

Meeting Xia Jin's gaze, a bright smile appeared on Xing Ruoliu's face as she nodded solemnly.

"Naturally. I, Xing Ruoliu, never speak in jest."

In her eyes, there was anticipation and a subtle hint of... fanaticism.

Xia Jin was silent for a moment before slowly releasing Mu Pinger.

"Sorry, this King refuses!"

He stood up, straightened his robes, and said in a flat tone, "It's getting late, and there are things to do tomorrow. This King will take his leave now."

With that, without waiting for Xing Ruoliu's reaction, he turned and walked toward the outside of the hall.

Mu Pinger was stunned for a moment before quickly standing up to follow. Before leaving, she didn't forget to look back at Xing Ruoliu with a complex gaze.