"Miss, please calm your anger. It's common knowledge that humans are treacherous. You mustn't let yourself be angered into harming your health."
In the hall, a horde of monsters instantly bristled with indignation, as if ready to rush to the Northern Wasteland at once to avenge Ye Fan.
"Hmph! Whoever dares to frame Miss Baizhi Xi's nephew shall die—no matter who they are!"
"Heh, a mere nobody from the Holy State thinks they can run amok in our Four Wastelands? Our Monster God Mountain fears no one!"
"Miss, we are willing to follow you to the Northern Wasteland and bring the young master back!"
In an instant, roars of tigers, howls of wolves, and growls of all manner of beasts resounded through the air. It was as if the powerful cultivators of the Northern Wasteland—even the Holy State itself—were nothing in the eyes of these monsters.
This was no empty boasting. This place was Monster God Mountain, a minor sacred land of the monster race in the Eastern Wasteland, backed by the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land of the Holy State. It was said that most of the powerful monster cultivators in the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land had ascended from the Eastern Wasteland. Thus, compared to the human forces in the Northern Wasteland, Monster God Mountain boasted an astonishingly profound background and terrifying foundations.
After all, the monster race had extremely low reproductive capacity, yet surprisingly long lifespans. When calculating generational lines, some of the great monsters in Monster God Mountain actually shared the same bloodline as the monster sages and monster lords of the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land.
And the identity of the pink-eyed young woman was even more astonishing—she was the direct descendant of the Nine-Tailed Fox Queen of the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land. She had sneaked down to the mortal realm to play; on a whim, she had recalled a long-buried secret of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan from years ago, prompting her to send someone to inquire about Ye Fan's whereabouts.
According to rumors, the eldest princess of the Nine-Tailed Clan—her elder sister—had once been punished and exiled to the Four Wastelands. No one could have imagined that she would fall in love with a human and even bear him a child. This incident was regarded as a great humiliation by the Nine-Tailed Clan and was rarely spoken of. After the eldest princess was captured and taken back to the Holy State, the Fox Queen had imprisoned her in a forbidden area, where she had remained for over twenty years.
Bai Zhixi had been close to the eldest princess since childhood. She often saw her sister shed tears and sigh in sorrow, which touched her deeply. Hence, she had decided to descend to the mortal realm to find her young nephew.
The world only knew that the Nine-Tailed Clan was born with enchanting charm that could bewitch all living beings, yet few knew that their most powerful innate talent was the Void Talent! Of course, not all members of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan could awaken this ability. And Bai Zhixi was hailed as the most monstrous genius of the Nine-Tailed Clan in a millennium!
A young man from the Holy State would naturally strike fear into the hearts of everyone in the Four Wastelands, but to Bai Zhixi, he was nothing. Though titled a "holy land," the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land was formed by an alliance of countless monster clans. In the current world, it was an undeniable fact that humans ruled as the dominant race. The monster race reproduced slowly and had a small population; especially for powerful monsters with terrifying bloodlines, having offspring was extremely difficult. To counter human forces, all powerful monster cultivators had united to form the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land, which was even poised to become the most powerful holy land in the Holy State.
As members of the royal monster clan, the Nine-Tailed Foxes held positions equivalent to sect elders, receiving reverence from all monsters. Even the leaders of ordinary forces would feel deep respect upon seeing her. A mere young noble from the Holy State—hah! Daring to frame a member of her Nine-Tailed Clan was simply courting death!
"All powerhouses above the Soul Sea Realm, follow me to the Northern Wasteland! I want to see just what kind of identity this Holy State young noble has!"
Naturally, Bai Zhixi's confidence stemmed not only from the power behind her but also from her cultivation at the Xuanqing Realm. With her strength, she stood among the top talents even among the younger generation in the Holy State—let alone in the Four Wastelands!
"Miss… you mustn't! Before the Mountain Lord went into seclusion, he warned you not to show yourself casually, otherwise… disaster may befall us!"
Among the monsters, an old man with a turtle shell on his back, a wretched appearance, and long whiskers stepped forward, blocking Bai Zhixi's path. This old turtle was no weakling—his cultivation had reached the Peak Soul Sea Realm, even stronger than Ye Liuyun, the Sect Master of Xuanjian Sect. Yet the shrewd glint in his small mung bean-like eyes gave him an air of craftiness and scheming, making him seem like no ordinary monster.
"Disaster? What disaster? With my talent, even an Immortal Ascension Realm cultivator can't do anything to me! What disaster could there be? Old Turtle Head, you stay here at Monster God Mountain. The rest of you, come with me!"
Bai Zhixi waved her small hand, exuding an aura of sovereignty as if she ruled over all. Her little face, adorned with such solemnity, was almost laughable. In the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land, she was the youngest in the clan and had to obey others everywhere. Now that she was finally admired and flattered in the Eastern Wasteland, how could she resist the urge to make the most of it? Besides, her nephew had been wronged—how could she, as his younger aunt, not avenge him? Otherwise, others would think the Nine-Tailed Clan had no one left to defend its honor!
With these thoughts, a determined look flashed across Bai Zhixi's small face. Her figure blurred into a streak of flowing light and vanished instantly.
"Let's go!!"
Seeing this, the great monsters of Monster God Mountain all stood up. Ignoring the old turtle's attempts to stop them, they quickly followed Bai Zhixi. In an instant, the sky above the Eastern Wasteland was shrouded in overwhelming monster aura. Those who saw it trembled with fear; to the unknowing, it seemed as if the Lord of Monster God Mountain was personally leading an army to conquer the human race.
"Sigh."
At the peak of Monster God Mountain, the old turtle sighed. A trace of anguish flashed in his mung bean-like eyes. His true form was a thousand-year-old Black Tortoise—apart from his formidable defensive power, he was also proficient in divination. Early that morning, a sense of foreboding had prompted him to divine a fortune for Monster God Mountain, only to get an omen of great misfortune. Yet within this great misfortune lay a variable—and that variable was Bai Zhixi herself.
He knew little about the affairs of the Ten Thousand Monsters Holy Land, but he had heard from the Mountain Lord that the holy land was no longer as peaceful and united as it appeared on the surface. After years of stability, the various clans had long lost the camaraderie of sharing life and death. Disputes over the title of Monster King had even sown discord among many monsters. Though Bai Zhixi was young, she was the most talented member of the Nine-Tailed Clan—her understanding of the Void Dao alone made her the envy of many great monsters. Having sneaked down to the mortal realm without a single protector by her side, once her whereabouts were exposed, she would surely attract the attention of countless people with malicious intentions.
But… the cultivation of the monsters in Monster God Mountain was far from sufficient to protect her. If anything happened to her in the Eastern Wasteland, Monster God Mountain would inevitably bear the wrath of the Nine-Tailed Clan.
"Could the variable lie with that Holy State young noble?"
The old turtle pondered for a long time, as if suddenly realizing something. He looked at the massive horde of monsters departing in the sky, but made no move to stop them. The key to breaking the omen of great misfortune lay in change! If Bai Zhixi had stayed cooped up in Monster God Mountain, once powerful cultivators from the Holy State arrived, both she and Monster God Mountain would face only one fate—destruction.
Yet now, it was said that the Huang Clan, an ancient clan of the Northern Wasteland, had been wiped out in an instant—all because they had provoked that Holy State young noble. It was common knowledge across the Four Wastelands that the Huang Clan had an Illusion-Breaking Realm ancestor backing them. This suggested that the young noble's identity was far from ordinary.
As for that Ye Fan… he was just a half-breed. What was there to care about?