Chapter 255: Today’s Lesson—How to Manipulate Men
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Quan Ye’s emotions were a tangled mess.
He didn’t want to admit his demonic race heritage, yet he was curious about his parents—what their origins were and why they had abandoned him after giving birth.
As he wrestled with his thoughts, the voice of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan’s leader slithered into his ear like a devil’s whisper.
“Take off your clothes.”
Quan Ye: ???
He turned his head to look, and the clan leader’s face was dead serious, with no hint of jest.
Quan Ye: !!!
“I…why…you…no! I won’t take them off!”
He stammered, his words tangling on his tongue in his panic.
The gathered foxes cackled, their sharp laughter piercing the air.
“Why ask so many questions? Since your master has pawned you off to me, you must now follow my orders.”
The Nine-Tailed leader’s narrow, almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a seductive light.
Quan Ye’s breath hitched for a moment before he snapped back to reality. He clenched his teeth in anger, refusing to say another word.
The Nine-Tailed leader chuckled softly. “If you won’t take them off willingly, I’ll help you.”
Before Quan Ye could react, his shirt disintegrated into dust, fluttering to the ground and exposing his well-built upper body.
“Wow!”
“Eeeek!”
“Slurp~”
The foxes erupted into a frenzy, their shrill cries creating an uproar.
Flushed with rage and humiliation, Quan Ye tried to struggle, but the Nine-Tailed leader had him firmly subdued, rendering him immobile.
Crack!
A sudden whooshing sound filled the air.
Quan Ye stiffly moved his eyes.
In the Nine-Tailed leader’s hand was a willow switch, stripped of its leaves. The branch sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, sending a chill down his spine.
A foreboding sense of doom overwhelmed him.
“Children, class is in session. Today’s lesson is about how to manipulate a man.”
Quan Ye’s vision darkened as he internally screamed.
Qing Yan! Su Ming! I never want to see you again!
…
At the foot of a volcano in the Western Region, Su Ming glanced uneasily in the direction of Green Hill Mountain.
“Master, do you think leaving Fifth Brother on Green Hill Mountain like that will make him angry when he wakes up?”
When they had left Spirit Mountain, Master Qing Yan had immediately taken him to the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan’s territory. Su Ming didn’t know what deal Qing Yan had struck with the Nine-Tailed leader, but the next day, they descended the mountain to search for lava rocks, leaving Quan Ye behind.
Knowing Quan Ye’s temper, Su Ming was sure he’d be furious if he woke up and couldn’t find them.
Unaware of what the Nine-Tailed leader was doing to Quan Ye, Su Ming could only fret over their fragile brotherly bond.
Qing Yan’s expression remained indifferent. “If you’re so worried, hurry up and find the lava rock so we can return.”
As Qing Yan had anticipated, the Nine-Tailed leader was even more difficult to handle than the White Peacock Clan’s leader.
Though she had agreed to assist Quan Ye through his dangerous period, her demands had been numerous and exacting.
Despite the objections from the spiritual soul in his Sea of Consciousness, Qing Yan had weighed the pros and cons and ultimately agreed to her terms.
The soul had argued that forcing Quan Ye, who despised the demonic race, to interact with them would only exacerbate his rebelliousness, potentially leading to dire consequences.
Qing Yan dismissed it as fearmongering.
Leaving Quan Ye on Green Hill Mountain was, in his mind, an act of consideration—an opportunity for Quan Ye to acclimate to the demonic race and form bonds with the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan. After all, Quan Ye would remain there for a long time, at least until he fully mastered his bloodline.
Furthermore, the White Peacock Clan had recently identified another Azure Dragon descendant. If that individual succeeded in merging with their bloodline, Quan Ye would no longer hold his unique status within the demonic race.
Securing the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan’s support would help establish Quan Ye’s position within the demonic race quickly.
If Quan Ye were wise, he’d know what to do.
Of course, if he were foolish, no one could save him.
Qing Yan believed he had fulfilled his duty as a master. Whatever came next depended entirely on Quan Ye’s own choices.
“You’ll regret this! You’ll regret this!” the spiritual soul fumed, frustration and helplessness evident.
Having unexpectedly arrived in this world, it had hoped to prevent a repeat of past tragedies. But this version of Qing Yan was stubborn to the core, refusing to heed any advice.
Despite numerous attempts to appeal to him with logic and emotion, the soul couldn’t stop him from making one mistake after another.
Quan Ye loathed his demonic heritage and refused to associate with the demonic race.
Only the White Peacock Clan’s Bai Ling, with his altruistic nature, was willing to tolerate Quan Ye’s temper and assist him without complaint.
The Nine-Tailed leader, on the other hand, was cunning, devious, and utterly self-centered. Her unpredictable nature made her an impossible figure to manipulate or threaten.
Quan Ye, caught in her clutches, was like a wild bull in a hunter’s trap—doomed to struggle and suffer.
In his previous life, Quan Ye might not have borne the title of Beast King, but he had been treated as one, commanding nearly 80% of the demonic beasts.
Could he still achieve such glory in this life?
The spiritual soul was no longer certain.
…
At Spirit Mountain, Bai Mei pointed excitedly at a trembling demonic beast egg.
“It moved! Clan leader, it moved!”
Bai Ling smiled. “This little one is quite tenacious.”
Turning to Yu Zhao, he added, “This would not have been possible without your persistence.”
Initially, Bai Ling had little hope for the egg. It was Yu Zhao’s insistence—backed by the Phoenix Feather—that had compelled him to divert his resources from Quan Ye to the egg.
In hindsight, Yu Zhao’s decision was correct.
He had nearly destroyed an Azure Dragon descendant.
Yu Zhao modestly replied, “Compared to what you’ve done, Clan Leader Bai Ling, my efforts are insignificant.”
The Phoenix Feather was something she had intercepted from Su Ming. The egg, a war trophy she had stumbled upon. Together, they had secured Bai Ling’s centuries of hard work.
Bai Ling felt deeply appreciated by Yu Zhao’s words.
Though he was willing to sacrifice for the demonic race’s prosperity, receiving acknowledgment still meant a great deal.
Unlike Yu Zhao, Master Qing Yan had taken Bai Ling’s support for granted, treating it as an obligation rather than a favor.
In retrospect, Bai Ling was glad he hadn’t poured all his efforts into Quan Ye. If Quan Ye ended up sharing his master’s attitude, the demonic race’s future would remain bleak.
“Yu Zhao, if this egg hatches into a beast with Azure Dragon blood, I promise you the demonic race will never disrupt the current peace.”
Yu Zhao nodded. “I trust you, Clan Leader Bai Ling.”
In her past life, Quan Ye had wielded his identity to oppress the demonic beasts, sowing resentment among them. Several times, they had come close to open rebellion.
It was Bai Ling’s mediating efforts that had preserved a fragile peace.
Yu Zhao had no doubts about his integrity. Bai Ling was a leader who truly cared for the greater good.