Xiaomeng Descends

The next morning.

Inside the Phantom Fox Cave, the damp stone walls shimmered with a faint luster under the morning light.

Nine jade-like bodies were currently kneeling in unison, prostrate on the ground, kowtowing toward the writhing mass of pitch-black liquid before them.

"Many thanks for your grace, Great King—"

Nine voices, bone-deep in their allure, rang out simultaneously. Overlapping, they felt like nine feathers brushing against the heart all at once, setting the blood racing and igniting a fever of desire.

What's more—these nine figures possessed identical faces, identical physiques, and identical temperaments.

Nine-tuplets of fox spirits.

Any man witnessing this scene would likely suffer a nosebleed on the spot.

The sixth Soul Ring skill Yan Lingji had obtained yesterday came from that Blazing Phantom Fox—

By consuming half of her soul power, she could create a clone.

Last night, she first split into two clones, and the three vixens teased Jiang Ce together, only to be tormented until they were half-dead.

But once she recovered a sliver of soul power, she began to split again.

One became two, two became four...

In the end, She had forcefully manifested eight clones, which, combined with her original body, made for nine Yan Lingjis in total.

The admirable nine vixens had been thoroughly exhausted by Jiang Ce throughout the entire night.

At this moment, Jiang Ce looked at the nine identical Yan Lingjis before him, feeling extremely satisfied.

This clone skill had truly allowed him to have his fill of fun.

He had naturally copied the skill himself, but he had no intention of using it.

He had no desire to create conscious clones that would compete with him for women.

However... this skill could be used on other women.

It was simply exhilarating.

Facing the fawning of the nine vixens, Jiang Ce extended several pitch-black tentacles and gently patted those nine furry fox heads.

"Good girls."

The nine Yan Lingjis lifted their heads in unison.

Eighteen peach-blossom eyes shimmered with watery light, their lips curling into the same seductive arc, their tongue-tips gently licking the cream from the corners of their mouths.

That appearance, that gaze—it was enough to hook a man's soul right out of his body.

"Alright, get up and tidy yourselves."

"Yes, Great King."

Only then did the nine Yan Lingjis rise gracefully.

Following that, Yan Lingji retrieved a large wooden barrel from her Soul Tool, which was filled with clear water.

The nine Yan Lingjis began to wash their bodies inside this barrel.

As the water splashed, their snow-white skin glowed with a lustrous sheen in the morning light, creating a scene of extreme sensuality.

Ever since Yan Lingji had obtained the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox bloodline, and under Jiang Ce's constant development, her figure had become plump and mature, with proud, stunning curves.

And now—there were nine such peerless enchantresses laid out before Jiang Ce.

"Great King, which one of us nine do you like the most?"

One of the Yan Lingjis splashed water onto her collarbone, the droplets sliding down the deep ravine of her chest.

"The Great King wore this slave out yesterday; I don't even have the strength to flick my tail~"

The Yan Lingji draped over the edge of the barrel let her nine fox tails sway lightly in the water, the ghostly blue fox-fire at their tips refusing to extinguish even when submerged.

"Legs turned to jelly? I actually fainted straight away."

Another Yan Lingji floated on her back in the water.

"The Great King's tentacles are simply addictive~ They didn't stop for the whole night..."

"Oh my, you little vixen, you have no shame!"

"Shame? We are all the Great King's fox spirits; what is there to be ashamed of?"

The nine fox spirits giggled and played in the water, their bold and suggestive words coming one after another, enough to make anyone's blood boil.

Jiang Ce leaned against the cave wall, composed and relaxed, a tentacle coiling around a Stone Bead as he toyed with it.

Yesterday—the moment Yan Lingji broke through to level sixty-five and officially became a Soul Emperor, this Stone Bead had suddenly grown scorching hot.

At first, he had intended to examine it.

But that vixen had immediately split into two and began to bewitch him—how could he possibly resist that?

Naturally, they had to be taught a proper lesson.

And that lesson lasted the entire night.

Now, Jiang Ce carefully observed the Stone Bead, discovering that it had undergone a distinct transformation.

A faint, crimson-gold light flowed across the surface of the Stone Bead, and something seemed to be surging within its depths.

He hesitated no longer, directly probing it with his spiritual power.

BOOM—

A vast power of time and space erupted from within the Stone Bead, like a dam bursting under the force of a flood.

Immediately following, the light intensified!

The crimson-gold radiance exploded from the Stone Bead, illuminating the entire cavern as brightly as day.

The nine fox spirits, who were in the middle of washing themselves, instantly froze and turned their gazes toward this side in unison.

"Great King?"

"What is happening?"

"That bead..."

Before they could finish their words.

In the open space at the center of the cavern, the light converged, forming a rotating vortex.

Then—a graceful figure was "spat" out from within the vortex.

The person stumbled a step, then steadied her form.

Her silver-white hair was tied into a high ponytail, with a few strands falling over her shoulders, accentuating skin as white as snow.

She wore a simple, elegant Taoist robe that clung to her curvaceous figure.

Though the robe was loose, it could not conceal those proud, striking curves.

The sash at her waist cinched a slender waist that could be spanned by a single hand, and the fabric across her chest was pulled slightly taut—

It was evident that the contents within were quite substantial.

In her hand, she held a long sword with a rustic scabbard, and a snowy-white horsetail whisk tassel hung from the hilt, swaying in the breeze and adding a touch of ethereal grace.

Her face was cold, stunning, and beautiful, with a haughty air between her brows that kept others at a distance.

Her eyes were like the cold water of a deep pool, as if nothing in this world was worth a second glance.

Xiaomeng.

The youngest sect leader in the history of the Taoist Heavenly Sect.

At eight years old, she defeated the six elders of the Heavenly Sect; after ten years of seclusion, she emerged at eighteen to fight the Taoist Human Sect leader Xiaoyaozi to a draw, and was hailed by Master Chu Nan as the "Number One of the Heavenly Sect."

At this moment, this heaven-gifted daughter, who had just taken charge of the Taoist Heavenly Sect and held the famous sword Qiuli, had just recovered from the dizziness of space-time teleportation.

She quickly scanned her surroundings—

A dark, gloomy cavern.

Damp stone walls.

In a large wooden tub, nine naked, bewitching women with fox ears and fox tails, all looking exactly the same, were leaning over the edge of the tub, staring at her.

And there was that mass sitting by the stone wall... something wriggling like liquid.

"..."

Xiaomeng's pupils contracted slightly.

Faced with such a bizarre scene, her first reaction was not fear.

"Monsters."

Two cold words spilled from her lips.

The Qiuli sword in her hand unsheathed with a sharp clang, its tip pointing directly at the nine spirits in the tub.

"What manner of monsters are you, daring to cause chaos here? You abducted this one to this place—what is your intent?"

The nine Yan Lingji froze simultaneously, blinking their eyes as their fox ears twitched slightly.

Then—they began to giggle.

The laughter was like silver bells, crisp and pleasant, yet carrying the unique, bewitching playfulness of fox spirits.

"Oh my~ Our Great King has dragged another person over!"

One of the Yan Lingji stood up from the water, droplets rolling down her collarbone and sliding along the deep cleavage, a scene of extreme sensuality.

"And she's such a cold little beauty, too~"

The other Yan Lingji leaned on the edge of the wooden tub, propping up their chins, their fox tails swaying gently in the water, their eyes appraising her as if she were prey.

"This Taoist robe... this temperament... she doesn't look like someone from this world."

"Of course, someone like this must definitely be from our world~"

Another Yan Lingji stepped out of the wooden barrel.

Her long, snow-white legs were dazzling in the morning light, and her wet hair clung to her body, revealing skin as fair as snow.

She walked slowly toward Xiaomeng, nine fox tails swaying behind her, the ghostly blue fox fire at their tips standing out sharply in the dim cave.

"Where did you come from, big sister?"

Xiaomeng's gaze grew colder.

"Monster, back away!"

With a swing of the Qiuli sword, a fierce sword aura slashed toward the approaching Yan Lingji.

However—

The sword aura merely sliced through an afterimage.

Yan Lingji's figure had already vanished from where she stood.

"Oh my, how fierce~"

The voice came from behind Xiaomeng.

A pair of slender hands reached out from behind and wrapped directly around her waist.

At the same time, fox tails emerged from all directions, gently coiling around Xiaomeng's wrists and ankles, binding her in place.

"Monster! Let go!"

Xiaomeng let out a cold snort, her internal energy surging as she prepared to unleash the Taoist Heavenly Sect's ultimate technique, "Heaven and Earth Lose Color."

But—

The moment her internal energy began to circulate, the eyes of the Yan Lingji in front of her suddenly flared.

Innate Divine Ability: Heavenly Illusion.

A massive surge of spiritual power, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed fiercely into Xiaomeng's sea of consciousness.

Xiaomeng's cultivation had reached the Grandmaster Realm, equivalent to a Spirit Emperor in this world.

But at this moment—she was facing a Yan Lingji who had awakened the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox.

In an instant, Yan Lingji's spiritual power wove into an invisible net within Xiaomeng's sea of consciousness, wrapping and binding her consciousness layer by layer, dragging it into a warm mist.

Xiaomeng's gaze shattered instantly.

The Qiuli sword in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang."

Her body lost all strength, and she leaned limply against the Yan Lingji behind her.

The Yan Lingji holding Xiaomeng pressed her pretty face against her ear, parted her red lips, and breathed out like an orchid.

She turned her head to look at the mass of pitch-black liquid by the stone wall and revealed a cunning smile.

"My Great King—I've caught the little beauty for you."

"Not bad, not bad."

Jiang Ce's satisfied voice emanated from the pitch-black liquid.

"You are becoming more and more proficient with your two-tailed innate divine ability."

He extended several pitch-black tentacles, slowly touching Xiaomeng's body.

Immediately after, the tentacles transformed into Venom tissue, moving like living creatures to completely envelop Xiaomeng's body from head to toe.

The Taoist robe she wore dissolved and vanished rapidly under the erosion of the Venom.

The wide robes turned into fragments and drifted away, revealing the jade-white skin beneath and those breathtaking, proud curves.

The figure of the Taoist Heavenly Sect's sect leader, usually hidden beneath wide robes, was now exposed to the air without reservation.

The Venom continued to cover her.

The black liquid condensed on Xiaomeng's body into a skin-tight black silk bodysuit—

The transparency was set extremely low, allowing one to clearly see the jade-white skin beneath the black silk.

Every inch of her curves was outlined to the fullest.

Her long legs, rounded hips, slender waist, and full breasts...

Wrapped in the black silk, she looked even more erotic than if she were completely naked.

The nine Yan Lingjis watched with great interest.

"Tsk tsk, this Taoist nun has such a great figure~"

"She's not even inferior to me."

"It's just that she looks too cold; she needs to be properly nourished by the Great King, just like this humble one~"

Following the black silk bodysuit, the Venom substance condensed once more on the exterior to form a black dress.

The hem of the skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs.

The neckline was cut extremely low in a deep-V design, revealing a vast expanse of snow-white skin encased in black silk.

From a cold and ethereal Daoist Prodigy to a bewitching, dark seductress—

It took no more than a few breaths.

"Alright, release the charm."

Yan Lingji withdrew her psychic power.

Xiaomeng's eyes instantly regained their clarity.

She immediately sensed that something was wrong with her body.

She looked down—

A black dress.

A black silk bodysuit.

An entirely unfamiliar, shameless outfit.

"Monsters—what have you done to me?!"

Her pupils contracted violently.

Then, she tried to break free, only to discover that she could not move at all.

Just then—her hand lifted on its own.

It was not controlled by her.

That hand pinched her own cheek.

Then it toyed with her lips, forcing her pearly teeth to show.

"You—!"

Xiaomeng's voice carried icy fury.

"You monsters, what have you done to me?!"

Jiang Ce did not answer.

Her other hand also lifted, placed itself upon the soft jade on her chest, and kneaded.

The world is too cold; only the human heart is warm.

Xiaomeng's breathing grew suddenly rapid.

Even as the head of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, a woman of such peaceful state of mind and lack of discrimination, she felt extreme shame at this moment.

A flush of red burned from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

"You—presumptuous!"

"What exactly have you done to me?!"

The nine Yan Lingjis laughed even more merrily.

"Oh my~ my Great King, this Daoist nun has quite the temper~"

"That's right, she's even fiercer than this humble one was back then~"

"But then again—the fiercer the better, it's only interesting to tame them that way~"

"Exactly, exactly~ whipping a horse's backside is so much fun~"

"Heehee, you were the one screaming in shock when you were whipped yesterday~"

The nine Yan Lingjis chattered and made a ruckus together.

Xiaomeng grew even more furious.

"Truly a magnificent vessel~"

Jiang Ce's voice echoed in her mind.

The black clothing on her body instantly turned back into Venom, slowly writhing across her skin; the sensation made Xiaomeng's entire body tense up.

"Damn it... what is this thing?!"

"You may call me Jiang Ce, or you may call me Venom," Jiang Ce said unhurriedly. "From this moment on, you are my second mount. As compensation, I will grant you power."

"Damn you! Demon! Cease your bewitchment!"

"Hmph... bewitchment, you say?"

Jiang Ce sneered.

Immediately following, Through the symbiotic link, he forcefully poured a massive amount of information into Xiaomeng's mind, filling it to the brim like a cream puff.

Venom symbiote.

Douluo Continent.

Spirit Master, Spirit Ring, Spirit Skill.

Spirit Beast, Titled Douluo.

Reach level one hundred to become a god, immortal and eternal.

Xiaomeng's eyes widened further and further.

Had she... arrived in another world?

How could this be?!

Reaching level one hundred to become a god grants endless life...

Xiaomeng fell silent.

A long time passed.

She absorbed all the information transmitted by Jiang Ce and understood his objective.

"So?"

She spoke coldly.

"What exactly do you hope to gain by dragging me here? Just to show me the power of this world? A more prosperous path?"

"To become a god?"

"Or—to bring them along to become gods?"

She glanced at the nine identical fox spirits.

"These fox spirits are all your pawns, aren't they?"

"No, they aren't pawns... they are your concubines."

Her tone carried a hint of mockery.

"Hehehe—"

Jiang Ce let out a strange laugh.

"Talking to a smart person is always simple."

"I will help you become a god, granting you a higher path and power. In exchange, you shall become my mount."

Xiaomeng was silent for a moment.

The cave was so quiet that the sound of dripping water could be heard.

The nine Yan Lingji also stopped their frolicking, all staring at Xiaomeng in unison.

"I will not submit to you."

Her voice was cold and firm.

"But your goal and mine are, for the time being, aligned."

"You want to become a god, and you want to bring them to godhood."

"I want to see—what a god truly is."

"Therefore, before you achieve your goal—"

She paused.

"This body, I will lend it to you."

"But you must remember—"

"It is not that I submit to you."

"It is that I allow you to walk alongside me."

The nine Yan Lingji blinked simultaneously.

Then—

"Oh my, what a tsundere statement~"

"Even more stubborn than I was back then~"

Jiang Ce also began to laugh.

"Hehehe... interesting."

"Deal."

The next moment—

He activated the vibration mode and released control.

Xiaomeng immediately staggered, nearly falling over.

Her expression turned ghastly, and she reached out to claw at her lower abdomen, desperate to peel away this layer of black liquid.

"Damn it—what are you doing?!"

"Since you wish to become a god, you must be tempered properly," Jiang Ce let out a strange laugh. "You wouldn't be content with being the weakest god, would you?"

"Heh, heh, heh—"

The intensity increased.

Xiaomeng's body shuddered violently.

"Stop... stop it..."

Her cold, aloof voice immediately lost its composure.

The nine Yan Lingjis exchanged glances, simultaneously revealing fox-like, mischievous grins.

"The Great King is starting to break in the horse again~"

"This Daoist nun... I'm afraid she won't be getting any sleep tonight."

"Hee, hee, hee—"