CHAPTER 480
The Nine-Tailed Fox
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Ye's mother said nothing, merely pulling Ye Qinghan—who still wanted to attack her—into an embrace. This sudden tenderness instantly melted away all the resentment in Ye Qinghan's heart.
"Tell me about your master, will you?"
"Mother, didn't you see it in Qinghan's eyes?"
"I'd rather hear it from your own mouth."
Ye Qinghan sat on her mother's lap, resting her small head against her shoulder. Her mother could feel how tightly she clung, as if afraid she might run away.
Yes, such things felt like a dream.
So Ye Qinghan curled up in her mother's embrace, repeating the words she had spoken before, telling them again without the slightest hint of weariness.
Her mother's face softened with pride. Her daughter had surpassed her in every way.
"But the fact that he could reshape my physical form for me is truly incredible. Mother, don't you feel my power now far surpasses what it was back then?"
"Mother, you're referring to strength, correct?"
"What do you think?" Mother Ye's eyes crinkled with a smile, as if her earlier sternness had been an act. She had returned to being the gentle mother she always was.
Ye's mother felt like she could read minds too!
Ye Qinghan's little thoughts were far too easy to guess!
"Mother, my Master belongs to me! If you want a man, go find one outside! No way! You're not allowed to!"
Mother Ye just laughed. What Demon Emperor? Even if his power far surpassed hers as a thousand-year-old fox, he was, at the end of the day, just a teenage fox cub.
But… she was quite entertaining~
"Why? Mother is of the Fox Demon King's bloodline. How could I not find a man? Have you ever seen a fox spirit who doesn't seek a mate?"
"Mother! You're so mean! You can't! You can't compete with me for men!"
Ye Qinghan was genuinely alarmed. Truth be told, she felt a real sense of crisis!
After all, this was the bloodline of the Fox Demon King!
How could she, with only three tails, compete for men against her nine-tailed mother?
"Oh? Then you'd better keep a close eye on him. Mother here has been starving for quite some time~"
"What? No way!"
Ye Qinghan was so furious she could cry. This damn injustice—who could possibly understand?
My mother wants to compete with me for a man?
Ye's mother was a beauty second only to Ye He, the very root of the Fox Demon King's bloodline, pure beauty incarnate.
Ye Qinghan was beautiful, breathtakingly so, but standing beside Ye's mother, she seemed a bit young~
But really, it was all in good fun. Mother Ye was merely teasing Ye Qinghan. She certainly didn't consider herself desperate enough for that.
Mother Ye simply didn't want sorrowful emotions to overshadow this reunion. But Ye Qinghan…
"If it's Mother, Qinghan wouldn't mind… No, it's embarrassing, but we could do it together…"
"Shut your mouth first. I think my blood pressure is rising…"
Ye's mother felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Was Ye Qinghan seriously taking this too far?
She was joking, but this good daughter actually took it seriously?
She wasn't even willing!
She certainly didn't think that Su Cheng was any good!
Men? Men are all scum!
She claimed she had no improper intentions, but looking at her daughter now, it sure didn't seem that way!
All that talk is bullshit. No improper thoughts? Sure, he didn't think them, but he did everything else!
"Mother, Qinghan will show you my room."
The room wasn't large—just a small bed that had slept three people at most.
Beside it stood a dressing table and desk, while a bookshelf and two wardrobes lined the doorframe.
"My precious daughter, why is one wardrobe locked? Could it be that pervert… stealing your things?"
"Um… Actually, Mother, it's Qinghan. Inside are Master's discarded clothes… Hehe…"
Ye's mother genuinely felt like she didn't recognize her precious daughter anymore. Had she been reborn into this life only to be given the wrong child?
"Wait, my blood pressure's rising again. Slow down…"
After a long while, Ye's mother sat on Ye Qinghan's small bed, watching as Ye Qinghan spread out all the treasures her master had given her—filling the entire bed!
"All of these were given to you by him?"
"Those few were. The rest are treasures from the Moon-Winding Pavilion. Qinghan can use them freely."
"These are all Immortal-grade treasures, right? And he's letting you use them without hesitation?"
Ye Qinghan chuckled softly. "Is that all? Mother, did you see that sword case and the Frost-Shattering Sword at my waist?"
"Hmm, I see. That must be a celestial-grade artifact too. I can sense its spiritual essence radiating outward. It's a fine sword—truly a treasure."
"Mother, Qinghan isn't trying to scare you. These two treasures are both innate treasures! Mother, don't tell anyone—this is a secret!"
Ye Qinghan now stood beneath her master's calligraphy. The Fox Demon Empress seemed more tangible than ever. Mother Ye could only feel the future of the Northern Realm…
A thousand guests drunk on blooming halls, One sword's frosty chill chills fourteen states!
"Is this real? He's not deceiving you, is he?"
Ye Qinghan remained silent, merely flicking the sword at his waist. The Ling Frost Sword leapt within its scabbard, its icy glint flashing to prove the authenticity of this innate treasure to Ye's mother.
Ye's mother had never seen a先天至宝 before, and Ye Qinghan possessed not one, but two!
Yet that fleeting cold gleam held undeniable allure.
Even after Ye Qinghan demonstrated the Ling Frost Sword's might, his mother couldn't be certain. After all, what kind of divine artifact was a先天至宝?
He produced two at once? And they were gifts from his master?
Did Ye Chenmeng save his life?
Still, Ye's mother didn't dwell on it. That groove in Su City did seem rather peculiar, and her daughter was safe and sound now. Whether the sword was a先天至宝 or not wasn't so crucial. Regardless, it was a rare and fine blade.
"I understand what you mean. You're trying to tell me that the groove isn't what I thought it was, that it's a good person, right?"
Ye Qinghan grinned widely, nodding frantically.
But Ye's mother refused to accept it. Giving a gift was like sleeping with her daughter? Bullshit!
"If he wasn't that kind of person, why would he touch you? As master and disciple, how absurd is that?"
Ye Qinghan hurriedly defended her master. Truth be told, she was mortified, but there was nothing she could do.
"Mother, forgive me for confessing, but it was Qinghan who desired the Master. I drugged him—three different potions, no less—to make him submit."
Ye Qinghan's confession made her mother laugh in disbelief. She never imagined her daughter would stoop to such lengths.
Yet she understood this was her own fault. Because Ye Qinghan had been utterly alone since childhood, she clung desperately to even the smallest kindness, repaying it with unwavering devotion.
This realization left Ye's mother momentarily speechless. As the root cause of this situation, what right did she have to lecture her daughter?
Not only had Su Cheng saved her daughter, but he had also performed an unnatural miracle—rebuilding her physical form and casting a soul-restoring spell to reunite mother and daughter.
Good people, bad people—what defines a good person? What defines a bad person?
The rules of this world mirrored the animal kingdom—survival of the fittest. Right and wrong had long lost their meaning.
A female's only choice was to find a stronger male who could protect her and her offspring.
Regardless of his motives, Su Cheng had cared for her daughter exceptionally well. Not only had she grown plump and healthy, but she had also ascended to become the Demon Emperor of the Northern Realm.
Listening to Ye Qinghan recount their past with Master in tedious detail, Ye's mother occasionally expressed surprise, occasionally doubt, but her view of Su Cheng gradually shifted.
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