When a Blade of Grass Wants to Become Immortal

Chapter 155: Chapter 152: Charming Fox Girl x Cold-Faced Wolf King 2

Ji Xiaosong’s tail nearly puffed out in alarm. She frantically pressed her lower back. ”I... I’m here to deliver the calming herb!”

”The calming herb grows on the Southeast Cliff, yet you’re covered in the cedar pollen of the North Slope.”

Lang Xuan suddenly reached out and gripped the nape of her neck. His calloused thumb brushed behind her ear, rubbing away a patch of her disguise cream.

”Little liar!”

As water splashed, Ji Xiaosong instinctively whipped her tail out and wrapped it around the man’s wrist.

By the time she realized what she’d done, her nine fluffy fox tails had already fanned out in the mist, their golden tips glittering as if dusted with stars.

Lang Xuan’s wolf ears shot up, and ice began to form on the surface of the pool.

Ji Xiaosong felt the hand on her nape suddenly tighten, and she heard a threatening growl rumble from his throat. ”Fox Clan?”

”Take a guess.”

The mist spread slowly across the water’s surface like a delicate veil, creating a dreamlike, illusory scene.

With a hint of slyness and allure, Ji Xiaosong’s fox tails ghosted over Lang Xuan’s chest.

Droplets of water condensed on their tips and slid down the fur. Caressed by the moonlight, they traced fine golden threads, as if a brilliant river of stars had been shattered and scattered over Lang Xuan’s heart.

”They say the Wolf Clan can identify all kinds of herbs...”

Ji Xiaosong suddenly tilted her head back and leaned close to Lang Xuan’s ear. Her warm breath not only tinged her own ears red but also left a faint tickle against his.

”...But can you tell what scent I’m wearing?”

Before her words had even faded, her nine fox tails suddenly coiled around his arms.

The instant Lang Xuan’s pupils contracted, Ji Xiaosong’s fingertips touched his Adam’s apple and began to trace the veins in his neck.

Moonlight shone through her translucent robes, illuminating the flame-shaped birthmark in the small of her back and casting it in a seductive, crimson hue.

A cold laugh escaped Lang Xuan’s throat. In an instant, the pool water froze into icy chains that locked around her ankles.

As the chill crept up her calves, Ji Xiaosong suddenly bit the tip of her tongue.

Blood beads infused with Spiritual Power dripped onto the water, and the swirling mist instantly turned a shade of peach.

”This is a courting custom of the Fox Clan.”

Suppressing a shiver, Ji Xiaosong took half a step forward on the ice chains, her toes gently pressing against Lang Xuan’s knee. Her eyes were filled with provocation and allure.

”If the prey doesn’t flee within three breaths...”

The tip of one of her tails gently lifted the sodden front of his robe. ”...then the feelings are considered mutual.”

Lang Xuan’s wolf tail suddenly burst from the water, sending up a curtain of spray.

Through the spray, Ji Xiaosong could clearly hear Lang Xuan’s accelerating heartbeat—a sign that he was no longer calm.

Seizing the opportunity, Ji Xiaosong pressed her blood-stained fingertip against his collarbone.

”The calming herb from the Southeast Cliff does help with sleep, but it’s not nearly as effective as the blood of the Fox Clan’s High Priest.”

Lang Xuan suddenly seized her wrist, his grip so tight it felt as if he could shatter the bones.

His fangs grazed the frantic pulse in her wrist, and a dangerous aura washed over her.

Ji Xiaosong’s heart pounded, and her nine tails puffed out uncontrollably in shock.

Lang Xuan’s thumb gently brushed over the blood on her lips. The gesture seemed soft, but it carried an immense, oppressive weight.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and took her flushed earlobe into his mouth, his voice low and dangerous. ”To break the Ice Curse, a little Bewitching Technique like this won’t be enough.”

The moment he spoke, the hot spring surged with roiling heat, as if it had been set ablaze.

The golden fur on the tips of Ji Xiaosong’s tails burst into sparks, looking exceptionally brilliant against the waves of heat.

She could finally see the dark undercurrent churning in his eyes. It wasn’t lust, but a predatory hunger even more frenzied than her own. It was as if she were the real prey.

”If your tails touch me one more time before dawn, I’ll forge the last ember of the Fox Clan into a teething stone for wolf cubs.”

Lang Xuan wrapped his wolf tail around Ji Xiaosong and flung her back onto the shore with a clean, powerful motion.

A Mystic Iron Bracelet CLANKED shut around her ankle. The cold touch made Ji Xiaosong shudder.

An Ice Flame ignited in Lang Xuan’s palm. Its eerie blue light cast the phantoms of twenty-seven ice coffins, a sinister and terrifying sight.

This display of power left Ji Xiaosong utterly stunned.

’Rongrong repeatedly warned me not to use too much Spiritual Power, but what’s the deal with Lang Xuan’s immense power?’

’Didn’t I already move all the wolf cubs into my storage space?’

’So what’s with these ice coffins?’

Ji Xiaosong’s consciousness slipped into her storage space. Seeing that all the cubs were asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief.

’As long as they’re alive, that’s what matters. As long as they’re not in those ice coffins.’

’Wait...’

’All of them are asleep?’

’Why are they still sleeping?’

’And why are the adult members of the Fox Clan asleep too?’

As if sensing her confusion, Lang Xuan let out a soft chuckle.

”Did you think moving them to another place meant they’d be fine? A rule of the Beast World Continent is that clans cannot be relocated. Since you brought them to our Wolf Clan’s territory, of course they won’t wake up.”

”How do you know that?”

”Heh. Take a guess.”

Ji Xiaosong’s nails dug deeply into her palms. The Mystic Iron Bracelet on her ankle glinted with a cold, blue light.

She looked up at the phantoms of the ice coffins hanging overhead, and a slow smile touched her blood-stained lips. ”The great Wolf King went to all this trouble... surely not just to frighten a little female like me?”

”A soul from another world... your arrival in the Beast World is the sole variable in all this. I won’t let you leave. You’re useful to me here in the Wolf Clan. When your people wake up depends entirely on what you’re capable of achieving.”

Hearing Lang Xuan’s words, Ji Xiaosong was so shocked she could only stand frozen to the spot.

’When Rongrong and I first started working together, she said no one would ever see through my identity. How have I only been through a few worlds before being exposed by some local wolf?’

’This... this is...’

’Can I still complete my mission in this world?’

’Am I even going to survive?’

’Then again, my real body isn’t here. Even if I die in this life, it’s just one avatar of my consciousness. As long as my main body lives, I can be resurrected countless times.’

With this thought to back her up, Ji Xiaosong steadied her nerves.

”What do you want me to do?”

’As long as I’m useful, I should be able to stay. I should be able to survive in this world.’

”I’ll let you live. You still have some use. From now on, when I give you an order, don’t make excuses—just do it. For the time being, you’ll stay with the Wolf Clan. You can live in my den; it’s spacious enough. Don’t run off. And don’t try any clever tricks. I have no interest in you beyond your usefulness. Dare to disobey an order or betray the Wolf Clan, and don’t blame me for being ruthless. One more thing. I have a chronic ailment. You will treat it.”

”Fine. As long as you don’t kill me. The fate of my people is in your hands now anyway, so I can’t be bothered to keep up the act.”

Ji Xiaosong plopped down on the ground, adopting a posture of complete apathy.

Lang Xuan suddenly rose from the hot spring. Water sluiced down the contours of his muscles, glinting like liquid silver in the moonlight.

He raised a hand and made a grasping motion in the air. The Xuan-colored Armor on the shore flew to him, assembling onto his body. The moment it touched his skin, its dark gold patterns flared with an ethereal blue light, like star trails winding around him.

CLICK—

At the sound, the Mystic Iron Bracelet on Ji Xiaosong’s ankle fell away. As Lang Xuan bent to retrieve it, a drop of water from his hair landed precisely on the reddened top of her foot.

His fingertips brushed over the faint bruise, and a touch of his Ice Spiritual Power made the stinging pain vanish. ”Fox Clan skin is certainly delicate.”

In the distance, a chorus of wolf howls rose and fell. Lang Xuan swept his wet hair back from his forehead, revealing a sharp scar on his brow.

When he turned, the hem of his battle robe swirled with an air of frost and snow, yet he left the most vulnerable part of his neck exposed to her gaze.

”Keep up.”

Lang Xuan didn’t even look back to check, but his tail shot out with perfect precision to wrap around Ji Xiaosong’s ankle just as she stumbled.

She stumbled into his billowing cape, her nose bumping against his mystic iron waist guard. In that instant, she caught the scent of blood mixed with cedar.

Patrolling Wolf Guards along the path lowered their heads and moved aside, but Ji Xiaosong could feel countless pairs of eyes piercing the darkness.

As they passed a bonfire, a she-wolf holding a cub suddenly knocked over a stone bowl. Thick deer milk splashed onto Lang Xuan’s war boots.

”My King... who is this?”

The Wolf Guard Captain mustered the courage to ask, his gaze sweeping over Ji Xiaosong’s loose-fitting Rabbit Clan robes, which now carried the scent of Lang Xuan’s cedar.