That made sense!
Faced with Nine-Tailed Yaoyao's arguments, Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren nodded repeatedly.
They were both kindhearted people. How could they open their mouths and talk about fighting and killing? It would set a bad example.
Now that Nine-Tailed Yaoyao had settled the matter weighing on its mind, its mood improved considerably.
It told the two of them some secrets about great cultivators.
It spoke of a group of great cultivators who liked to cloak themselves in righteousness while harvesting the Demon Race and unaffiliated great cultivators.
"Those bastards are absolutely vile."
"And they're powerful, too."
"Over a thousand years ago, they wanted me to cut off all nine of my tails to make horsetail-whisk artifacts. I thought their offer was too low, so I refused."
"Then those bastards caught a whole bunch of fox demons related to me by blood and defiled them."
"They even defiled them right in front of me."
"Tell me, isn't that despicable?"
Wang Quan: ...
Ying Jiaren: ...
Despicable!
They were nothing but a fucking pack of beasts!
Nine-Tailed Yaoyao muttered on about many secrets of great cultivators.
It said some great cultivators loved nothing more than slipping into the Demon Race, seducing powerful demons into ravaging them, and extracting their essence, qi, and spirit.
It also said that a certain great cultivator from the Orthodox Mystic Sects liked killing themselves for fun, yet could not bear to actually die.
It said that some unorthodox big shots liked going to the Underworld to become ghosts and monsters, stealing things from the big shots of the forbidden zones and provoking them into rampages.
"A few years ago, some bitch seduced the son of a forbidden-zone big shot and demanded a huge betrothal gift."
"Then, after squeezing that big shot's son dry like spent