Soul Hunting Forest? That's my backyard.

In the early morning in Martial Soul City, the chill had not yet dissipated, and thin mist still clung to the towering spires of the Papal Palace.

In the center of the square, a hunting team, arguably "the most luxurious on the continent," was assembled. Two Titled Douluo led the way, with the Holy Son holding the rear. This setup was more than enough for hunting, let alone conquering a duchy.

However, the scene just didn't feel right.

Qian Mo stood before the carriage, his eyelids twitching wildly. He pointed at the colossal object before him, even suspecting he had walked onto the wrong set.

Qian Renxue was clad in the resplendent Angel God Armor. Although she had retracted her six wings, her sacred and inviolable aura still created a vacuum zone within ten meters around her. But that wasn't the main point. The main point was the supply carriage behind her, three times larger than the main carriage.

The items piled on it were like a small mountain: a parasol, a Soul Guiding Refrigerator specifically for chilling watermelons, and even a Folding Lounger that looked ridiculously soft.

"Sister," Qian Mo said with difficulty, pointing at a guard who was stuffing special soul beast milk into a gap in the carriage, "we're going to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, not to vacation by the sea, and certainly not for a picnic."

"What do you know?"

Qian Renxue placed a hand on her hip and, with the other, directed guards to tie a box of premium Silk Pajamas to the top of the carriage. "The forest is damp and full of bugs. How can you grow properly if you don't eat and sleep well? You're in your developmental stage, and your nutrition must keep up."

As she said this, her tone shifted. Her golden eyes scanned Zhu Zhuqing, who stood behind Qian Mo, like radar. She lowered her voice and snorted, "Besides, what if that cat tries something when I'm not paying attention..."

"What if she tries to plot against you on a dark and stormy night? If I bring these things, I can protect you around the clock, from every angle! Even in the wilderness, she won't have any opportunity!"

Zhu Zhuqing had changed back into a sleek, black, form-fitting Leather Clothes today, accentuating her developing figure in a breathtaking way. Hearing Qian Renxue's "suggestive words," two materialized question marks almost appeared above her head. She then silently turned her face away, pretending to watch the scenery, her earlobes already as red as ripe cherries.

"Depart!" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's sharp voice rang out at the opportune moment, breaking the prelude to this bizarrely awkward situation.

Deep within the Papal Palace, the woman who controlled the highest authority of the Martial Soul Hall did not show herself.

Bibi Dong stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the departing convoy, her fingertips lightly caressing her Scepter. Last night, at their farewell, she had called Zhu Zhuqing to her Imperial Bedchamber alone. She hadn't imparted any profound killing techniques, but merely handed the innocent little cat a Brocade Pouch embroidered with pink lotuses.

Zhu Zhuqing would never forget Bibi Dong's expression at that moment.

It was a mixture of a "veteran's" teasing and an "amused bystander's" anticipation.

"Zhuqing," Bibi Dong whispered in her ear, her breath like orchids, "the Fourth Soul Ring you're going to hunt this time will most likely be of the mental charm type. Don't waste the Soul Skill once you learn it. Remember to practice it on Mo'er."

"Boys, no matter what they say, their bodies are always honest. Sometimes, a little initiative is more effective than ten thousand vows."

At this moment, in a corner of the carriage. Zhu Zhuqing clutched the Brocade Pouch tightly in her palm, feeling it hotter than a freshly forged iron.

Star Dou Great Forest.

Ancient trees towered, their canopies blocking out the sun. This was the paradise of soul beasts, the forbidden zone for humans.

However, today, this forbidden zone welcomed a group of completely unreasonable "tourists."

The carriage drove into the mixed zone, where soul beasts were mostly between one thousand and ten thousand years old. They had extremely strong territorial instincts. In the past, even a mosquito flying in would be hunted for three miles.

"Stop!"

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei suddenly raised his hand, his figure turning into a wisp of black smoke and floating in front of the carriage, his voice low and hoarse: "There's movement. A lot of them, from all directions, the encirclement is tightening."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan also put away his charming smile. In his palm, the petals of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum slowly rotated, and nine spirit rings pulsed beneath his feet, a terrifying pressure held in check.

"This scale of vibration... could it be a Beast Tide?" Yue Guan's expression was grave. "Protect His Highness! Old Ghost, prepare to clear the area! Don't let a single fly get through!"

The air instantly solidified.

The bushes rustled violently, and the sound of friction echoed from the treetops, as if an army of thousands was approaching.

Zhu Zhuqing immediately entered combat mode, her cat claws extending, Netherworld Qi coiling around her body, fiercely guarding Qian Mo. Even Qian Renxue drew her Angel Holy Sword, golden spirit power fluctuating, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.

"Roar--!"

The expected roar did not come.

Instead, a series of cheerful and fawning "squeaks" filled the air.

A pair of furry hands pushed aside the grass. A Thousand-Year Monkey King, covered in golden fur, leaped out.

It didn't bare its fangs, but instead acted like a waiter, holding its hands high above its head, cradling a Ten Thousand Year Peach the size of a watermelon, exuding a rich fruity aroma.

Immediately after, the scene completely broke down.

A group of squirrels leaped down from the trees with thuds, each holding a premium Pine Nut, even shelled; several Fallow Deer emerged from the bushes, their antlers adorned with vibrant Strange Berries; even a fierce-looking Armored Rhinoceros was carefully nudging a giant Purple Ganoderma with its horn, capable of shattering city walls, slowly shuffling forward, afraid of damaging this tribute.

They lined up, orderly, their eyes filled with a humble plea of "Brother, please accept this."

The battlefield, which had been filled with murderous intent, instantly transformed into a specialty exhibition of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The petals in Yue Guan's hand froze mid-air, and the black mist around Gui Mei dissipated, revealing a dumbfounded old face. In their lives, they had killed countless people, but this was the first time they had ever seen spirit beasts lining up to offer gifts.

"This..."

Qian Mo sat on the roof of the carriage, looking at the group of spirit beasts gazing expectantly at him below, and sighed helplessly.

He casually picked up the Ten Thousand Year Peach and took a bite.

"Tsk, a bit sour."

Qian Mo disdainfully threw the bitten peach back to the Monkey King and waved his hand, as if shooing away flies, "Take it, take it. I feed this quality of fruit to my pigs at home. Don't block the way, I need to go inside."

The Monkey King was struck as if by lightning. Holding the bitten peach, it didn't get angry but instead showed an expression of ecstatic joy, as if it had received a treasure. It excitedly did three somersaults on the spot, as if the saliva on it was some divine holy water, then carefully hid the peach in its embrace.

Seeing this, the other spirit beasts put down their offerings and respectfully retreated to the sides, carving out a wide path in the dense jungle. Several Wind Baboons even ran ahead, clearing away debris and thorns, their service attitude comparable to a five-star hotel doorman.

Qian Renxue put away her Angel Holy Sword, her mouth twitching: "Xiao Mo, your Auspicious Physique... isn't it a bit too much? How can those spirit masters who risk their lives hunting spirit beasts feel about this?"

Zhu Zhuqing silently retracted her cat claws, looking at the normally ferocious spirit beasts now as docile as house cats, feeling her worldview shatter.

This is... a life of winning without lifting a finger?

The convoy moved unimpeded, heading straight for the core area.

The deeper they went, the thicker the air became. The surrounding plants began to look strange, their originally emerald leaves gradually turning a seductive pink-purple. A sweet, dizzying aroma quietly permeated the forest.

"Hold your breath!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression changed, and a faint golden soul power shield instantly opened, enveloping everyone. "It's mental toxin! There's a big one ahead!"

Qian Mo, however, took a deep breath and smiled instead.

"Don't be nervous, it's inviting us."

Before he finished speaking, the pink mist ahead parted like a tide.

In a large clearing, a creature lay quietly.

It was a fox, but by no means an ordinary fox.

Its entire body was pink and white, its fur like the finest silk, shimmering with a dreamlike luster under the faint light. Behind it, nine great tails fanned out like a peacock's tail, each tail tip flickering with pink flames.

Most bizarrely, as they approached, the fox's form began to blur, faintly transforming into a half-human half-beast phantom. It was the silhouette of a woman with a peerless beauty, a pair of fluffy fox ears atop her head, her nine tails swaying behind her. Those narrow fox eyes were gazing at Qian Mo with affection.

Hundred Thousand Years · Phantom Demon Fox! And a top-tier existence on the verge of shapeshifting!

"Little Brother~"

A voice that sent shivers down to the bone echoed directly in everyone's minds. The voice seemed to have hooks, capable of snatching one's soul and tying it into a bow.

"This servant has been waiting for you for a long time~ Is this the legendary Auspicious Angel? Your scent... it smells so good~"

The Phantom Demon Fox didn't attack. It stood up gracefully, walking with a perfect catwalk, swaying its hips as it approached Qian Mo. Its gaze wasn't that of a predator looking at prey, but rather like looking at... a future husband.

"Clang!"

A crisp sword cry.

Qian Renxue's Angel Holy Sword was instantly unsheathed, its tip pointed directly at the "shamelessly flirtatious" fox.

"Shameless beast!" Qian Renxue's eyebrows shot up, her body boiling with killing intent. "Take your filthy eyes off my younger brother! Otherwise, I'll chop you up and make a scarf!"

At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing's aura changed. If Qian Renxue was a righteous judgment, then Zhu Zhuqing was a beast protecting its food.

"Meow--!"

A low cat roar was squeezed from her throat. It was as if a pair of illusory cat ears had truly appeared on her head, and the fur on her back was standing on end.

This fox... was dangerous! Not just in terms of strength, but a primal sense of crisis from a species level, competing for a mate! This was the aura of a top-tier "Green Tea"!

"It's mine!" Zhu Zhuqing spat out four cold words, her claws gleaming menacingly, ready to pounce and tear apart that "vixen's" face at any moment.

Qian Mo sat in the middle, watching this scene, and couldn't help but raise his hand to cover Zhu Zhuqing's eyes—though his own fingers were spread wide, observing the "Beast Ear Girl" with great interest.

"Are soul beasts this competitive now?" Qian Mo couldn't help but complain. "They come with their own skins for sacrifice? If this were my past life, they'd at least be a Top Supporter killer."

The Phantom Demon Fox completely ignored the killing intent from the two women. It walked to the protective barrier and, through the thin layer of light, winked at Qian Mo, even drooping its ears pitifully.

"Little Brother, don't mind those two fierce women," the demon fox's voice was pitiful, its Tea Artistry skills instantly maxed out. "This servant isn't like them, only knowing how to wield knives and guns. This servant is very sweet, can warm your bed, act cute, and can even help you Cultivate Mental Power~"

"Choose me~"

"As long as you nod, everything this servant has is yours~"

This was no Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? This was clearly a Hundred-Thousand-Year Green Tea that had cultivated into a spirit!

"Seeking death!!"

Qian Renxue couldn't take it anymore. Her Sixth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, "Angel's Roar!"

A massive Golden Sound Wave exploded. Zhu Zhuqing was not to be outdone. Her figure turned into a black lightning bolt, and Netherworld Slash, carrying a Sharp Whistle that tore through space, aimed directly for the fox's neck.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

However, facing the Attack of the Strong from the two great experts, the Phantom Demon Fox didn't dodge or evade. A Sinister Smile even appeared at the corner of its mouth.

Plop.

Its Front Knees buckled, and it directly knelt before the charging Zhu Zhuqing.

This kneeling completely baffled Zhu Zhuqing. The Netherworld Slash in her hand stopped three inches above the fox's head, the strong gust of wind blowing the fox's fur into disarray.

"Sister!" the demon fox looked up, its Watery Big Eyes filled with tears, looking utterly pitiable.

It looked at Zhu Zhuqing and said something that shattered everyone's worldview: "I know Sister doesn't like me."

"But I love the aura on Brother's body too much. Without that aura, I will die."

"Since I can't have Brother's person..." The demon fox gazed affectionately at Qian Mo, then looked resolutely at Zhu Zhuqing, revealing a righteous expression. "Then I will become a part of Sister's body!"

"As long as I become Sister's soul ring and soul bone, I can become Sister's Helmet, become Sister's armor, and be attached to Brother every day, staying by Brother's side forever!"

"Come on, Sister! Kill me! Don't pity me just because I'm a Delicate Flower!"

The entire place fell silent.

Even Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's mouth hung open, his Orchid Finger disheveled in the wind.

This logic... was simply impeccable! This was the legendary—as long as I become your equipment, you have no choice but to take me on dates with my crush? And even watch every time you have Intimacy?

Zhu Zhuqing's hand holding the Knife trembled violently. She looked at the fox stretching its neck out, its face saying "Hurry up and chop me," and felt an unprecedented Feeling of Grievance.

Kill? That would fulfill its perverted wish.

Don't kill? This was a mission target for a Fourth Soul Ring, and a top-tier one at that.

"This fox..." Qian Mo sighed in admiration from behind, unable to help but give a thumbs-up. "This resolve, the path ahead is wide open."