Bloodline of the Qingqiu Fox

Qin Ximo truly lived up to her reputation as a once-in-a-millennium cultivation prodigy.

Her talent and comprehension were both top-tier.

Cao Xueyan was not a good teacher, stumbling constantly while teaching.

If it were any other student learning her method, their meridians might’ve reversed and they might’ve suffered qi deviation.

But Qin Ximo learned it with ease.

And in less than a few hours, she had surpassed the teacher.

Cao Xueyan felt she had suddenly saved herself a lot of trouble and was relieved.

But once Qin Ximo fully mastered the Huanzong dual-cultivation method, she began to take the lead.

In other words, she was beginning to return to the position that originally belonged to her.

This… was this reasonable?

When Cao Xueyan was pressed beneath Qin Ximo’s body, she felt somewhat indignant.

Seriously, why?

Compared to Qin Ximo, she had long been trained many times by Xiao Menglan, so she could at least be considered “experienced.”

Logically speaking, she should’ve been the senior in this aspect.

How could a senior be the one on the bottom?

But even suppressed by the grand formation, Qin Ximo wasn’t someone at the mere Qi-refining stage like Cao Xueyan could resist.

She struggled symbolically, then resigned herself just like that night.

Since she couldn’t resist, she might as well enjoy it.

Qin Ximo now also cultivated a dual-cultivation method.

If used properly, the yin-nourishing-yin technique wouldn’t hurt her.

Cao Xueyan didn’t care about this body, but—

she was afraid of pain!

“Yue’er, are you ready?”

“Fairy Qin.” Cao Xueyan’s face was full of embarrassment. “I’d better call you that.”

“Whether it’s Fairy Qin, Ximo, or Mo’er—you may call me however you like.”

Qin Ximo’s gaze was gentle as water, already filled with affection.

For hundreds of years, she had disdained love and affection.

But now that she had tasted it, she realized how foolish she had been before.

Still, it wasn’t too late now—actually, it was perfect timing.

Though she had been schemed against by that demoness Lu Qianyun, she was lucky to encounter Cao Xueyan.

If Cao Xueyan had sided with Lu Qianyun wholeheartedly, Qin Ximo’s fate would’ve been miserable.

In the end, it was Lu Qianyun’s own misdeeds—

even heaven could not tolerate her, letting her suffer defeat in the gutter.

“Then… then…”
Cao Xueyan’s delicate body trembled shyly.

You may begin.

The second half of her sentence was so soft it was nearly inaudible.

Qin Ximo found the girl’s shyness unbearably adorable.

She immediately put her newly-learned skills to use,

joining with her completely.

Though the floor here had no dust, it was still cold and chilling to the touch.

Qin Ximo, pitying the girl, removed her own robes to lay beneath them, then gently placed her treasured person upon it.

Next, she shaped her fingers like a sword, infused them with spiritual power, and pierced them into Cao Xueyan’s body.

The spring scenery here was not meant for outsiders—

oh, wait, someone was still watching.

Though Lu Qianyun no longer spoke, nor attempted to struggle, she even closed her eyes so she wouldn’t see the scene before her.

But the sounds beside her ears gave her no pause.

She had never imagined that her quiet, obedient little maidservant could be so…

At this moment, the cave heaven’s protection and affection for her had become a shackle.

She couldn’t block out her senses, so even with her eyes closed, she had to listen to the two of them in the darkness.

How did it turn out like this?

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Was this truly heaven’s punishment for her sins?

But she wasn’t the only one who had done evil.

Forget those demonic cultivators who killed without blinking—

even those so-called righteous sects weren’t innocent.

Yet they were still out there living freely.

Why was she the one suffering retribution?

Hatred swelled in Lu Qianyun’s heart.

She had worked so hard to improve, desperately climbing upward, only to end up like this.

Once Qin Ximo and Cao Xueyan finished their dual cultivation, the grand formation’s suppression on Qin Ximo lessened bit by bit until disappearing.

Once Qin Ximo took her out of this cave heaven—

she would surely die.

“H-H Guardian, Saintess brought only a little maid inside…
Could something happen?”
A Hehuan Sect disciple asked nervously.

“How could anything happen to the Saintess?”
The two guardians were completely unconcerned.

“She said herself that since she received the recognition of an ancient senior, she won’t face danger here.

We can relax completely.”

“And you know her temper—she hates being disturbed the most.

If we interrupt her, we’ll suffer for it.”

“…”

The disciple hesitated.

But since both guardians said so, she couldn’t argue.

“The Saintess won’t be coming out for a while, so why don’t we…”

The right guardian—an alluring, older-sister type—removed her heavy robe, revealing a seductive expression as she blew kisses toward the female disciples.

A series of gulping sounds echoed.

Some disciples couldn’t control themselves and moved toward her.

In an instant, this place too was filled with spring scenery.

A dignified immortal mountain…

or rather—since it was the former site of the Hehuan Sect’s cave heaven, this made perfect sense.

This place had no day or night; sun and moon coexisted.

A streak of golden light rose from the horizon, bathing the mountain in divine radiance.

Cao Xueyan slowly awakened from her daze.

Her cultivation was low, her body frail.

Even with Qin Ximo’s gentle actions, she couldn’t withstand it.

Hours ago, after reaching extreme bliss several times, she had already fainted with rolled-up eyes.

Compared to Xiao Menglan, Qin Ximo was only a few realms higher, but her true strength was on a completely different level.

Just the pure yin within her body—Cao Xueyan felt she was going to burst from absorbing it.

How could her yin energy be so pure and abundant?

Cao Xueyan couldn’t understand, nor did she have the mind to.

All she could do was stay rational amidst the storm,

and circulate the dual-cultivation method.

Though she possessed the Saintess-rank physique, she only had the cultivation base of early Foundation Establishment.

She cultivated a pure-yin method, and soon reached the threshold of Foundation Establishment, but lacked the secret method and spiritual materials to truly break through.

But she didn’t care.

Her goal was simply to complete the “task” of helping Qin Ximo.

Cultivation wasn’t important.

“Yue’er, you’re awake?”
Qin Ximo sat cross-legged on the futon, a warm, satisfied smile on her face.

She wore only a loose outer robe.

Cao Xueyan then realized she was curled up with her head resting on Qin Ximo’s lap.

A lap pillow?

She remembered the floor being cold and hard—even with Qin Ximo’s robe beneath them.

But this was warm, soft… and carried a pleasant scent that soothed her.

At this moment, the system prompt appeared:

【Task Two Completed. Reward Granted.】

【Reward: Qingqiu Fox Bloodline】

【Qingqiu Fox Bloodline: The Qingqiu Fox is an ancient auspicious beast, born with innate charm. Anyone who comes into contact with it will uncontrollably fall in love with it. If joined with a person of great destiny, that person will obtain enormous benefits. It is said several of the ancient Human Emperor’s consorts possessed this bloodline.
I’ve explained so much. Do you still not understand?】

The moment she saw the message, a warm current surged through Cao Xueyan’s body, changing her from within.

The transformation brought intense pain.

Sensing her condition, Qin Ximo quickly used her divine sense to examine her.

She found a strange, powerful energy emerging from deep within Cao Xueyan’s bloodline.

Then Qin Ximo felt something furry tickling her wrist.

She looked down—
A fox tail?

What was happening?

Qin Ximo was stunned.

She stared at Cao Xueyan in disbelief.

This girl…
actually possessed a fox-spirit bloodline?