Nine-Tailed Demon Fox

"Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, you're not bad yourself. You actually survived—and after all these years, you've still got your charm. I imagine you've drained the vital essence of quite a few men, haven't you?" Ink Dragon suddenly laughed.

Chen Fan was not surprised either. He cultivated the Heavenly Eye Treasure Art, so it was not difficult for him to see the woman's true form. It was only because her realm was too high that he could merely tell she belonged to the demon fox clan; he had not expected her to be a Nine-Tailed Demon Fox.

Hearing Ink Dragon's words, the woman swept her gaze toward him and smiled faintly. "So it's you, that rogue dragon. What? Tired of being an immortal, so you ran off to become an Artifact Spirit?"

Ink Dragon's sore spot had been struck. He snorted coldly. "Still better than you, a fading old woman pretending to be young."

"Hehe... when have I ever pretended to be young? I'm a frail little woman to begin with." The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, looking like a delicate maiden from a humble household, though a chill had already flashed through her eyes.

Ink Dragon shuddered all over and stopped running his mouth. Turning to Chen Fan, he said, "Kid, watch yourself. This woman has plenty of tricks. It won't end well if she sets her sights on you."

Chen Fan cast him a speechless glance. You were clearly the one who provoked her, and now you were dragging me into it.

Sure enough, as soon as Ink Dragon spoke, the woman's attention shifted to Chen Fan.

"What a handsome young man. Undying Daoist, is he your disciple?" The woman had also sensed the Heaven-Burning Art within Chen Fan. Her beautiful eyes shimmered like autumn waters as she turned