181 - The Demon Fox Wife is a Foodie

Xuan Yuan Mu stated calmly, "My conscience is lively and active." Following closely behind Chen Er, Ye Yanran overheard their conversation and chimed in, "Not at all." Chen Er paused, slightly exasperated. "I'm hurt. I need to make new friends and ignore you all forever!" Chen Er feigned vulnerability, strategically planning a retreat to go check on Bi Lan. With that, she dashed away in a blur. Ye Yanran watched Chen Er's departing figure, quietly concealing her complicated feelings. She glanced sideways at Xuan Yuan Mu and tentatively asked, "Aren't you afraid that she'll really get mad?" "What's there to fear?" Xuan Yuan Mu was indifferent. "That's just how she is, and if one day I stop scolding her for a moment, she'll leap to the skies." After speaking, he helplessly shook his head, concluding, "Childish." Ye Yanran fell silent. While being friends was certainly easy, without needing to overanalyze everything, she... didn’t want to be just friends. But Chen Er was someone who could say anything jokingly, yet when it came to serious matters, she'd run away faster than a rabbit. It was precisely because she understood so well that she hesitated to move forward. In that short moment, Xuan Yuan Mu heard two sighs and his expression turned questioning. He glanced at her, "What's wrong with you?" Ye Yanran, startled by her behavior, gathered her emotions and shook her head, "It's nothing." Xuan Yuan Mu raised an eyebrow, seeming to ponder something. Elsewhere, Chen Er approached Bi Lan flamboyantly, arms waving and all, cheerfully greeting her, "Blue~" Bi Lan rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit embarrassed. Even though Chen Er was alone, her presence made the floating island ten times more boisterous. Moreover, as she flitted back and forth, everyone became aware of her social connections. Drawing nearer, with her gaze scanning the surroundings, Chen Er caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye. That person had their back to her, but on their lap lay a fluffy white fox, its large tail cascading down the person's thigh, lazily ticking at its edge. "Hey, isn't that Yan..." Before she could finish, Bi Lan quickly grabbed her, stopping her. "Don't disturb Miss Nian. She's not fond of noise." "Miss Nian?" Chen Er questioned curiously. Bi Lan nodded, "Yes, this is Miss Nian Qing from the Royal Beast Sect." Chen Er's eyebrows shot up, "The Royal Beast Sect?" But that was definitely Yan Zhao's fox. Did she mistake it? Facing away from Bi Lan and Chen Er, Yan Zhao nervously clutched the tufts of the fox's tail. The little fox's tail trembled in pain, glaring back at Yan Zhao. However, it dared not make a large movement, fearing Chen Er might see its face. Instead, it burrowed its head into the crook of Yan Zhao's arm to hide. Behind, the conversation between Chen Er and Bi Lan continued. Chen Er muttered, "But I think that fox looks just like..." "Maybe all snow foxes have a similar look?" Bi Lan understood Chen Er's sentiment but answered quietly to avoid offending Yan Zhao, "Honestly, I think they look quite alike too, but they're indeed not the same person." Yan Zhao and the little fox: "..." When one person doubts it's mere coincidence, but when two people simultaneously make a connection, it's easy to cause trouble. Too close for comfort. She was drenched in sweat. Chapter 195 Bi Lan kept emphasizing to Chen Er that she had the wrong person, afraid that Chen Er's reckless behavior might offend Yan Zhao. Chen Er was initially puzzled but soon convinced by Bi Lan, "Seems I got the wrong one." With that, she cast another look at the white little fox perched on the leg of that fellow cultivator. It still resembled the one Yan Zhao raised. But Bi Lan was likely right; all foxes might look the same, except for variations in fur color. It was due to the similar fur color that she felt they were alike. Since the other came from the Royal Beast Sect, it wasn't shocking that they could nab such a lovely little fox. "Why does everyone manage to catch such pretty little foxes?" Having made her peace with it, Chen Er let go of her doubts, though she couldn't help but envy, "I couldn't even find one. Earlier, at the Fu Yun Sect, I tried my luck and nearly met with disaster." Bi Lan was surprised at this revelation; she hadn't known about it. She had been closed off in seclusion for the last two years, breaking through stages, and remained unaware of significant events outside, only recently learning of the great issues at the Fu Yun Sect. So she asked, "What happened?" While typically outspoken, Chen Er knew her limits at critical moments. With so many eyes around, she had no intentions of stirring up discussions related to corpse puppets and shook her head, "It's all in the past. Not worth bringing up." Sensing the gravity of the matter, Bi Lan refrained from pressing for details upon seeing Chen Er's reluctance. Chen Er shifted her focus, looking around and changing the subject, "When does the conference start?" She had a vague memory that it should be soon. Bi Lan answered, "Tomorrow." "Well, I timed it just right," Chen Er chuckled. "No point in early or late arrivals!" Bi Lan, slightly embarrassed, knew full well Chen Er had barely made it on time, yet here she was, downplaying it easily. A moment ago, Bi Lan was concerned about Chen Er's mood, but seeing her bounce back, Bi Lan felt a little more at ease. "Sister Er," Bi Lan tugged Chen Er's sleeve gently, inquiring cautiously, "How has Sister Mu been lately?" She knew Chen Er had first met with Xuan Yuan Mu, their close relationship perhaps allowing Bi Lan to glean some insight into Xuan Yuan Mu's current situation. Once, she had held a place by Xuan Yuan Mu's side, but now it was all mere memories. "Her?" Chen Er shook her head, "Probably the same as always." She had spent the past half-year at Nian Qing Mountain, not knowing much more than Bi Lan. Besides, if Xuan Yuan Mu knew they were discussing such topics behind her back, their friendship might truly end. The Xuan Yuan family’s situation was too complex for her to intervene. The sisters had to mend their rift themselves. Even with Chen Er feeling she had good relations with both, her meddling could easily erode their bond. Yet, as Bi Lan affectionately addressed her as Sister Er, Chen Er gently patted her head, consoling her, "Ah Mu is as stubborn as a mule. Even if she cares, she'd never admit it." Xuan Yuan Mu distancing herself from Bi Lan was, in its way, a silent protection. Bi Lan didn't take Chen Er's comforting words too seriously but felt slightly better nonetheless. Chen Er had merely come to greet Bi Lan and didn't linger, leaving after exchanging a few words. Not until she was far off, rejoining Xuan Yuan Mu, did Bi Lan lower her gaze, sighing gloomily. The final day seemed to stretch endlessly amid the tense atmosphere; many grew restless, unable to focus on their cultivation, turning their attention instead to fellow attendees. Attempting to gather more information on others before the conference began. Yet Yan Zhao appeared oblivious to the tension, calmly continuing her training. Bi Lan envied Yan Zhao's remarkable composure. Unable to find peace herself, she patiently awaited the passing of time. How much time elapsed after, she didn't know, until a distant bell tolled. The sound captured everyone simultaneously, their heads turning towards its source. The chime resounded from the direction of the main island of Ming Jing Tai. Simultaneously, the floating island beneath them started to tremble subtly. A luminous alabaster light traced the carved patterns on the floating ground, soon enveloping the whole island. Revealing itself as a large-scale teleportation array. Much greater than a transfer array, capable of transporting hundreds simultaneously. With a flash of light, the surroundings transformed instantly. As the alabaster glow faded, all attendees of the cultivation sect's disciples conference found themselves in the central area of the main island. The venue was spacious, encircled by nine towering jade pillars, each subdued by intricately sculpted beast carvings. Having experienced teleportation once before, Yan Zhao was prepared when the array activated, maintaining her balance amidst the shaking and avoiding disorientation. Yet, as she steadied herself and the residual glow dimmed, she furrowed her brows suddenly. To prevent others from recognizing her identity through the special token she carried, she cleverly concealed the demon core within Xiao Hei, wrapping both Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei in fabric until they were tightly bundled. To the uninformed bystander, it merely appeared as if she had a wine gourd hanging at her waist. Though this gourd didn’t quite match her demeanor, it ensured that most wouldn't pay too much attention to the quietly composed Yan Zhao. Just moments ago, Yan Zhao sensed the agitation transmitted by Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin was restless, furiously pacing within Xiao Hei. Yan Zhao reached out and touched the alchemy furnace without a word, communicating with her mind: "Calm down." Xiao Jin received Yan Zhao’s command clearly, restrained its restless nature, and reluctantly settled down. Deep beneath the floating island, where no one dared to tread, a stone-carved dragon opened its eyes once more. It had picked up the presence of its kin. Yet, the aura was frail, fleeting, difficult to capture. · Suddenly, there was a ripple in the void, and the gathered crowd instinctively looked toward a particular direction. They saw an ethereal glow atop the nine stone pillars, and in a moment, an illusion formed by consciousness appeared on them, with only the central figure revealing a clear, distinctive visage. "I am Ying Xiao, the current leader of the Immortal Alliance," spoke the central figure with calm composure. "What you see above these nine stone pillars are the manifested consciousnesses of our Alliance's eight chiefs." The illusions atop the pillars wavered, each of the eight chiefs of the Immortal Alliance displaying unique postures. However, the disciples below, being far away, could not discern their expressions. "On behalf of the Immortal Alliance, we sincerely thank all who have traveled from afar to attend this grand event," Ying Xiao continued. "The order within the arena during this Immortal Sect Disciple Conference will be maintained by the eight chiefs collectively." The man's voice carried immense power, spreading across the sky over Ming Jingtai, ensuring every cultivator attending could hear him clearly. "A total of five hundred Immortal Tokens were distributed across various parts of Tianchen. As of yesterday, our registration records show that three hundred sixty-two disciples have arrived at Ming Jingtai." His authoritative voice carried a hint of uplifting force: "Congratulations to each of you. Before the conference has even begun, you've already surpassed thirty percent of the contestants!" The crowd was abuzz, enthusiasm naturally rising. The realization that such a straightforward trial had a thirty percent non-completion rate instilled newfound confidence in them. Ying Xiao paused, allowing the murmuring on Ming Jingtai to quiet before he continued, "Observe, everyone." Following his direction, the disciples looked upward to see several floating islands suspended at the perimeter of the venue. All but two—the central and the far-right island—were occupied by a figure sitting cross-legged. At that moment, a compelling presence filled the space between heaven and earth. "Sect Master!" Jue An called out, excitement evident as he promptly bowed toward one of the floating islands, "Disciple Jue An greets the Sect Master!" His voice drew everyone's gaze to the resplendently robed figure in purple, poised with grace and elegance upon the island where Jue An bowed. She was indeed none other than Wan Bao Xian Zun of the Wan Bao Palace. Soon, they discovered that more than just Su Zi Jun was present among the distinguished guests. "Pharmacy God Son!" "Patriarch of the Xuan Yuan Clan, Xuan Yuan Kai!" "Renowned Artifact Master, Si Kong Xuan!" Seeing leaders from their families or sects present, the juniors, feeling their protection, brimmed with confidence. 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