Chapter 7: Being Harassed (1)

“You dare! Get lost, do you hear me?! Help! Help me...”

Dozens of people were chasing the Third Prince; the scene was far too spectacular! It quickly drew the attention of the local authorities. It took the deployment of hundreds of soldiers to finally capture those frenzied experts and lock them all within the yamen.

Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, Long Ying found the matter tedious. With a flick of her delicate hand, the nine-foot Qilin Whip was retracted to her waist. Supporting the little fox gently with both hands, she turned around with an air of nonchalance, as if nothing had happened.

Lowering her head, Long Ying curled her lips into a shallow smile as she teased the little fox, her voice swaying like a wind chime. "Little fox, did you see? Those who offend me never meet a good end! Now, let us go find those 'good sisters' of mine in the Long Estate..."

"Yes, Master!"

"Hmm? You can speak?"

The original memories of this body told her that a magical beast capable of speech should be, at the very least, a Divine Beast. Why did the little fox before her not possess a single trace of spiritual power?

"I just used my own life as a mark to become your subordinate pet, so you can hear my words now... hee hee..."

In this era, pets were divided into two types: subordinate and contracted. The former involved the pet's complete submission, requiring no formal procedures. The latter required the master to subdue them. If a master's strength was insufficient, both the number and the strength of the pets they could subdue would be limited.

"Hehe... Since you have chosen to follow me, I will not let you down! From now on, your name shall be Ali! Come back to the Long Estate with me in a moment; it is time we found those 'good' sisters and settled some old scores!"

As Long Ying spoke, she held Ali and prepared to leave.

However, as she turned, her peripheral vision caught a flash of a white figure passing before her. Like a descent from the heavens, the figure blocked her path. The movements were so swift and unpredictable that even Long Ying was startled.

She looked up to observe the man. He appeared to be in his early twenties, dressed in flowing white robes with black hair cascading down, tied back simply with a single jade-green cord. His entire aura was elegant and refined, like a banished immortal descending to earth. His tall figure looked down upon her from above, and suddenly, he flashed a smile at her. His narrow eyes squinted slightly, and the enchanting gaze within them shone like starlight, soul-stirring.

For a moment, Long Ying stared blankly, forgetting to react...

"You're quite an interesting woman. You strip a group of men naked and just leave them like that?" the white-clad man teased in a magnetic voice.

It seemed this person had been tailing her from within the forest, watching the entire process of how she dealt with the Third Prince. Yet, for some reason, he neither helped nor caused trouble. Having peeked from beginning to end, she hadn't even sensed his presence. This was a testament to his extraordinary skill...

"Why were you peeping!" Long Ying questioned sternly, her voice like a warbler emerging from a valley.

"Hehe... I was watching quite openly," the man replied, his wicked, low voice carrying a hint of mockery.

Long Ying furrowed her beautiful, crescent-moon brows, and her soft yet cold lips spat out three words: "Still making excuses!"

As soon as the words fell, she immediately lashed her long whip toward the white-clad man. Without another word, the fight began.

The man's smile remained unchanged, but his body retreated dozens of meters right before Long Ying's eyes. In an instant, he leaped onto a towering tree dozens of meters behind her.

Long Ying spun around to give chase, leaping with lightness, her toes brushing against the tips of the leaves.