Bullying Others by Relying on Power

Chapter 45: Bullying Others with Power

In the living room, the Graceful Beauty looked toward Long Jiuyao at her side and said softly, "Sir, I do not know what great matter brings you to our Nine-Tails Clan, or why it would concern the survival of our people."

Long Jiuyao did not answer immediately. "I am still young and cannot bear the title of 'Sir.' It would be better if you just called me Jiuyao, and I shall address you as Aunt Xin."

"This..."

Seeing the Graceful Beauty hesitate, Long Jiuyao continued, "Aunt Xin, I know that your Nine-Tails Clan was once a hegemon of the Demon Domain in the ancient era. Yet, to resist the invasion of the Yi Mo, almost your entire clan perished, leaving only those who remain today."

"My Dragon Clan is willing to form an alliance with your Nine-Tails Clan. At the very least, once the alliance is established, no other power in the Demon Domain will dare to provoke you. I wonder what you think of this, Aunt Xin?"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Xin was shocked, though she felt more confusion and joy. All the members of the Nine-Tails Clan present also revealed expressions of delight.

"Jiuyao, can you make such a decision? And what can the current Nine-Tails Clan do for the Dragon Clan? What benefit would this alliance bring to the Dragon Clan?" Aunt Xin asked three questions in direct succession.

Long Jiuyao smiled. "Aunt Xin, to be honest, it was purely by accident that I was able to leave the Dragon Domain this time, but I am sincere about wanting to form an alliance with your Nine-Tails Clan."

"The question is actually quite simple. While I may not be able to decide whether the alliance will succeed, I can ensure you no longer have to live in fear. Even if you cannot do anything for the Dragon Clan now, who is to say what the future holds?"

Aunt Xin was a woman of great wisdom; she understood the implication of his words immediately. "Jiuyao, do you mean you have a way to help our clan return to its peak?"

Long Jiuyao did not hide it and nodded. "The answer actually lies within your own clan!"

"Within our clan? Jiuyao, are you saying the problem lies in the Ancestral Spirit Hall? But how do you know our clan's secret?" Aunt Xin exclaimed.

"The problem is indeed within your Ancestral Spirit Hall, but I have no way to resolve it right now. That is why I proposed an alliance—to let my Dragon Clan protect you. I only need twenty years, and I will be able to solve this problem for you completely," Long Jiuyao mused.

Aunt Xin was somewhat skeptical. For thousands of years, not a single clansman who entered the Ancestral Spirit Hall had ever survived. What could he possibly rely on?

"Jiuyao, it is not that Aunt Xin does not trust you, but that the Ancestral Spirit Hall is truly too bizarre. For thousands of years, countless clansmen have entered, never to return. I fear that you..." Aunt Xin trailed off.

"Aunt Xin, I understand your concerns. Let us make a bet: in twenty years, I will definitely resolve the problem of your Ancestral Spirit Hall completely. In return, your Nine-Tails Clan only needs to support the Dragon Clan whenever we require it," Long Jiuyao said with absolute confidence.

"Aunt Xin, I will stay in your clan for a few days. In a few days' time, you will see my sincerity," Long Jiuyao chuckled.

Hearing this, she beckoned a young girl over to lead Long Jiuyao to his quarters.

After Long Jiuyao left, several high-ranking members of the clan approached Aunt Xin. "Patriarch, do you really believe he can solve the problem that has plagued our clan for so many years?"

"I do not believe in him, but in the Dragon Clan behind him. Even after the great ancient war, the Dragon Clan remains the head of the Four Hegemons of the Demon Domain. Its foundation is unfathomably deep."

Aunt Xin said with a somber silence, "Even if he fails to resolve our clan's calamity in the end, by relying on the Dragon Clan, we will no longer have to worry about our people being captured and reduced to female slaves, trampled upon by others at will."

"For us, this has a hundred benefits and not a single harm."

In the following days, Long Jiuyao truly remained in the Nine-Tails Village. Although it was located in the chaotic Beast War Domain, the village felt exceptionally peaceful—an atmosphere starkly different from the chaos and strife of the outside world.

Long Jiuyao gradually relaxed in this peaceful environment, and another three days slipped by quietly.

Long Jiuyao sat on a towering tree in the village, leaning against a thick trunk with his eyes half-closed, letting the warm sunlight filter through the gaps in the leaves and scatter across his body like spots of light.

"Hmm?"

Long Jiuyao, who had been enjoying the comfort, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked with some confusion at the Nine-Tails Village, which had suddenly erupted into a commotion. He saw several young girls gathering in a secluded part of the village where he was staying.

"Lord Jiuyao, would you mind if we stayed here for a while? We promise not to disturb you."

A soft voice came from the tree trunk beside him. A small, cute figure was pressing her palms together toward him, looking extremely charming.

Long Jiuyao looked closely and saw a young girl who resembled Aunt Xin, realizing she must be Aunt Xin's daughter, Xin Qing.

Long Jiuyao revealed a kind and amiable smile. "Is your name Xin Qing?"

"Eh! Lord, you know me?" Xin Qing's small face was full of surprise.

Long Jiuyao nodded. "Little sister Xin Qing, what is going on?"

Long Jiuyao smiled at them as well; over the past few days, he had become quite familiar with these young girls of the Nine-Tails Clan.

"Thunder Abyss Mountain has come to collect tribute," Xin Qing sighed, then gave a bitter smile.

Long Jiuyao was slightly stunned, finally understanding. Although this region was at the intersection of Hundred Beasts Ridge and Thunder Abyss Mountain, if the Nine-Tails Clan wanted to find peace here, they naturally had to pay tribute to these two major powers.

"Then why are you hiding?"

"Because the girls of our Nine-Tails Clan are born beautiful, it is easy to attract trouble. If those who come to collect tribute take a fancy to us, it will be a huge problem," a Beautiful Woman beside Xin Qing spoke up.

In other places, being beautiful might bring many benefits, but here, it was a danger—one that, if not handled carefully, could implicate the entire clan.

Long Jiuyao was silent. The Nine-Tails Clan was exceptional, but they currently lacked the ability to protect that excellence.

Long Jiuyao stroked Xin Qing's hair and said, "Little sister, let's go. I will take you to resolve this trouble."

Rumble!

The earth shook, and dust billowed. In the distance, a large group of people came rushing over, finally approaching the Nine-Tails Village under the angry gazes of Aunt Xin and the others. Among the troops, a fluttering Mountain Character Flag could be seen.

"It is Meng Shan, the Mountain General of Thunder Abyss Mountain."

The man who arrived was thin, but his skin had a dark yellow hue. If one looked closely, one would see it was actually a layer of tiny, earthy-yellow scales, which looked quite strange.

When the army arrived, the light barrier covering the Nine-Tails Village rippled, and Aunt Xin led several experts from the village to step out.

"Hehe, Village Chief Xin, it is time to pay the tribute. I shouldn't need to tell you the amount, right?" Meng Shan looked at Aunt Xin with a smile, speaking in a lazy tone.

"So it is Mountain General..." Aunt Xin nodded, then waved her hand, and a Universe Bag flew toward the man named Meng Shan. "Here is ten million Xuan Yuan Pill."

Meng Shan grabbed the Universe Bag, glanced at it casually, and tossed it to his subordinate behind him. He laughed, "Village Chief Xin is truly easy to deal with."

"My Nine-Tails Clan still requires the protection of Thunder Abyss Mountain, so these tributes are only natural," Xin Yi said, bowing her head slightly.

"Does Clan Leader Xin truly believe that?" Meng Shan asked with a playful smile.

Xin Yi's expression stiffened slightly, but she nodded nonetheless.

Just as she nodded, an ill-timed voice rang out: "Your Thunder Abyss Mountain is no longer worthy; the Nine-Tails Clan is now an ally of my Dragon Clan."

"Hm? What did you say?" Meng Shan's gaze immediately locked onto Long Jiuyyao standing behind Xin Yi.

"Is your brain not working? I said they are now allies of my Dragon Clan," Long Jiuyyao said, looking at the Mountain General Meng Shan with utter disdain.

"The Dragon Clan! Hahahaha! Just because of a little brat like you, you think you can speak for the Dragon Clan?" Meng Shan's eyes were filled with contempt.

"Slap!"

Long Jiuyyao was not angered by these words; to the astonishment of everyone present, he walked straight up to Meng Shan and struck him across the face. "Are you even qualified to question my words?"

Meng Shan was stunned, having been slapped by a mere brat, and his fury erupted like a volcano. "You little bastard, you're courting death!"

Meng Shan's eyes turned blood-red, revealing the extent of his rage, and the Yuan Power of a Great Perfection Death Profound Realm surged out like a raging sea.

Long Jiuyyao merely offered a wicked smile. He clenched his hand, and a Pitch Black light condensed within his palm, instantly transforming into a dark Dragon Clan Totem. From that totem, an absolutely pure dragon pressure began to permeate the air.

The moment the Dragon Clan Totem appeared, Meng Shan's surging Yuan Power fluctuations instantly dissipated. Everyone present looked on in shock, though none were more terrified than Meng Shan himself.

"Do you believe me now!" Long Jiuyyao struck him with another slap.

Meng Shan's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands trembled uncontrollably; he was clearly filled with extreme, suppressed rage.

Long Jiuyyao felt incredibly satisfied; the feeling of bullying others by relying on one's backing was truly addictive. Once you had a taste, you wanted a second and a third time.

"Very angry, aren't you? Unfortunately, the power behind me is stronger than yours. That is the reason I can be so willful," Long Jiuyyao said with a domineering, mocking smile.

"Not angry, not angry at all," Meng Shan replied, suppressing his fury to appease him.

"No, no, no, you must be very angry. Don't hold it in; let it all out," Long Jiuyyao teased.

"Crack, crack, crack!" Meng Shan clenched his fists until they popped, yet he still dared not lash out.

"Since that's the case, why haven't you scrambled away? Do you want to stay here forever?" Long Jiuyyao's smile vanished, replaced by a fierce, thunderous roar.

"Yes, yes, yes! We're leaving, we're leaving right now!" Meng Shan bowed repeatedly and retreated.

"Stop. Leave the goods behind," Long Jiuyyao commanded.

The departing Meng Shan halted his steps, left behind the ten million Xuan Yuan Pill, and fled immediately. The flag bearing the character for 'Mountain' vanished in an instant.

Several hours after Meng Shan had departed.

A streak of Crimson Bloodlight swept in from the horizon, and an exceptionally powerful aura descended, blanketing the area. The sense of oppression caused the expressions of countless experts in the region to shift.

Perched atop the Sky-reaching Ancient Trees, Long Jiuyyao looked up at the crimson hue in the sky and muttered, "Finally here!"

The Crimson Bloodlight grew increasingly dense, and soon, the crowd saw a dark mass of figures tearing through the air. It was a Crimson Army, and at the very front, two figures strode through the void—clearly the commanders of the Blood Dragon Hall.

In the very center of that Crimson Army, four Crimson Giant Pythons were coiled together, supporting a massive Crimson Throne. A figure sat reclined upon the throne, and the oppressive aura that blanketed the heavens and earth emanated from his very body.

It was the Sky Dragon Demon Marshal, one of the three great Demon Marshals of the Beast War Domain!

The Crimson Army finally came to a slow halt in the sky, and those gazes, glinting with fierce light, cast themselves downward, staring from afar at the mountain peak occupied by Nine-Tails Village.