By a twist of fate, Su Bai had ended up forming an irreconcilable grudge with Wutian Buddha ahead of time.
His original plan of gradually approaching through Nine Tails and waiting for a chance to replicate the "Law of Yang" was no longer viable.
If he wanted to approach this enraged ruler of the Buddhist Kingdom safely again, he would have to find another path and plan carefully.
He looked at Nine Tails, who was kneeling on the ground, the displeasure at being inadvertently dragged into her scheme still lingering in his heart.
Su Bai raised his hand and gave a neither-light-nor-heavy slap beneath the base of her furry tail, which had curled up slightly from tension.
Slap!
Nine Tails let out a pained hum, her face flushing red as grievance filled her eyes. "Devil Master, please quell your anger. This servant truly did not know Su Bai was you."
"Plotting against this Main Body's Disciple was wrong as well." Su Bai's voice was calm, yet carried an oppressive authority.
Nine Tails's delicate body trembled faintly, and she lowered her head even further. "If feelings of admiration count as plotting, then this servant accepts it."
Her words were stubborn, yet tinged with helplessness.
With the Demon Servant contract in place, she could not truly entertain thoughts of harming Su Bai. Everything that had happened last night had been more like a gamble born from feelings tangled with calculation.
A glimmer flashed through Su Bai's eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "Come here."
Nine Tails hurried forward cautiously.
Su Bai did not punish her further. Instead, he extended his right hand and held it above her lower abdomen.
A stream of pure Peak Deity Transformation power entered her body, probing precisely toward the depths of her dantian.
Before long,