Chapter 268: Tushan Yaya and the Lady of Qingqiu, Bai Qian

The Chat Group's built-in virtual battle platform.

As the battle-maniac Demon Lord Chonglou and the invincible Yuwen Tuo began their great duel, the group members projected their consciousnesses into it one after another.

On the spectator stands of the Virtual Arena, the group members appeared one by one; they were all old members, so they greeted each other familiarly.

"Xiao Shi, haven't seen you in a few days, you've become even more prominent."

"Fellow Daoist Han, haven't seen you in a few days. You seem to have become even more cautious."

"Little Sister Ruthless, you are increasingly possessing the aura of a Great Emperor."

Ye Fan, that rascal, kept on talking, a harmless smile on his face, just like a charming social butterfly, saying what people wanted to hear to people and what ghosts wanted to hear to ghosts.

"Xuan Ge, you seem to have become even stronger, please share your experience."

Hearing this, Xuanzang's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand to give him a flick on the forehead.

Although this was a virtual space, the sensation of pain was no different from the real body.

"Well hit."

Morgana walked over, a gloating expression on her face.

The trio of elderly gentlemen—Li Chungang, the Bad Commander, and the Old Demon King—sat to one side, feeling leisurely and carefree.

Huang Rong curiously pinched Xiao Yanlingji's charming little cheeks and said:

"Wow, which newcomer is this? She is truly too cute."

"Sob~"

Tears welled up in Yan Lingji's eyes, as if she had been wronged.

"She is truly a little beauty that makes one feel pity at first sight," Yun Yun said.

"This is the newcomer Yan Lingji, don't bully her," Yan Shuangying's voice came over.

The Yan Lingji who joined the Chat Group was not the peerlessly enchanting Fire Charm Enchantress of the future, but one who had not yet blossomed, still a Witch of Baiyue at this moment.

"So cute, let me hug you."

Wang Wu grabbed Yan Lingji and rubbed her cheeks against hers; they were smooth and delicate.

"..."

Yan Lingji was speechless; she hadn't expected the big sisters in the group to be somewhat like little perverts.

Why did they like taking advantage of her so much?

An old man wearing Taoist robes and possessing the demeanor of an Immortal walked over, his face gentle and kind.

"You must be True Person Sanfeng," Ye Fan recognized the old man's identity at a glance.

"Indeed, and this young friend is?" Zhang Sanfeng smiled.

"Ye Fan," Ye Fan said politely.

"True Person Sanfeng, let me introduce you. This is Xuan Ge, the number one big shot of this group, a true Immortal.

This is Queen Morgana, this is Sword Immortal Wang, this is Han Paopao, Bai Xiaochun, Xiao Shi, Bao'er Jie..."

Ye Fan introduced them to the old comrade Sanfeng, his attitude very intimate.

Ye Fan might be unserious at times, but he could also be very reliable.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng was filled with respect.

"This old Taoist greets everyone, greetings to you all," Zhang Sanfeng said.

"No need for formalities. With True Person Sanfeng's talent, joining the Chat Group and becoming an Immortal is only a matter of time," Xuanzang said.

"Since Xuan Ge has said so, then there is definitely no problem," Ye Fan said.

"I shall take the Immortal's auspicious words," Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Wow, who is this beautiful lady?"

Wang Wu suddenly discovered a young girl among the group members who was graceful, tall, and slender, wearing a dark blue long dress and full of vibrant, youthful energy.

This girl was very young and very beautiful, her skin like congealed fat, her hands like soft reeds; to call her a beauty who could topple cities and states would not be an exaggeration.

Her eyes were large and full of spirit, her pitch-black hair as smooth and flowing as a waterfall, and her unworldly, unstained aura was especially eye-catching.

"I am the Lady of Qingqiu, Bai Qian," Bai Qian said with a beaming smile, curiously observing everything.

However, at this moment, her gaze was fixed on Tushan Yaya, who was still small in stature but possessed the bloodline of a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

"Fox Clan?" Bai Qian said.

"I feel a sense of closeness from you? Could it be that you are also of the Fox Clan?" Tushan Yaya asked.

"Hmm, your bloodline seems quite high," Bai Qian glanced at her slightly.

In her world, the Fox Clan was a branch left behind by the Ancient God Race, and their numbers were extremely few.

"This young lady possesses the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox bloodline!" Tushan Yaya said haughtily.

"Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox!" A look of surprise appeared on Bai Qian's face.

One must know that the Nine-Tailed bloodline was too rare; in Qingqiu, only the Fox Emperor's branch had it, and the others were unable to awaken the Nine-Tailed bloodline.

And the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox bloodline was the legendary bloodline of the Fox Demon Deity.

Bai Qian herself was one; possessing the Nine-Tailed bloodline basically meant one could become a High God.

She had not expected that joining the Chat Group would allow her to encounter a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

"Little sister, which branch do you belong to?" Bai Qian asked curiously.

"Tushan, aren't you?" Tushan Yaya said.

"Uh... in my world, the Fox Demon Deity of Tushan went extinct in the ancient era; I am of the Qingqiu Fox Clan," Bai Qian said.

"What? Why did our Tushan clan go extinct? We are very strong, you know," Tushan Yaya felt very depressed.

"Eh, Big Sister Bai Qian seems to be a 'female fatty' too."

Xiao Shi leaned over and said with a very serious tone.

"You can tell even that?" Ye Fan felt strange.

Qingqiu Bai Qian gave him the aura of a traditional, classical beauty; her purity contained a hint of allure, as if ice and fire were one.

Moreover, Bai Qian's attire perfectly matched his perception of a classical mythological fairy; a loose, elegant fairy dress, as transcendent as a snow lotus in the heavens.

As for a fairy dress like the one Wang Wu wore, while it looked good, it was a bit revealing, though perhaps it was just Wang Wu being too arrogant to care, not the dress's fault?

With Bai Qian's style, Ye Fan really couldn't tell if she was a fatty.

"Where did this little brother come from, talking nonsense? Watch me beat you up."

A dignified Lady of Qingqiu being called a fat girl—how could she endure this?

"But I'm telling the truth. Grandpa Village Chief said we shouldn't lie," Xiao Shi said.

"This Monarch is naturally beautiful with a well-proportioned figure; where am I fat?" Bai Qian protested, unconvinced.

"Whether you're fat or not, wouldn't you know if you touched?"

That female hooligan Wang Wu *whoosh* appeared behind Bai Qian and hugged her slender waist.

The scene was, for a moment, wonderful.

"Ah!"

How could Bai Qian be a match for an old hooligan like Wang Wu? She turned red in the face instantly.

Of course, Wang Wu still had a great sense of propriety.

She stopped at the right moment, pulling away after succeeding, and said seriously:

"Xiao Shi is right, she really is a fatty. That scale is catching up to mine."

"Abominable, you bad woman, watch me teach you a lesson!" Bai Qian gritted her teeth in hatred.

"Don't be like that. How about I let you touch me back? That way, neither of us loses out," Wang Wu said.

Hearing this, Bai Qian felt even more depressed; what could she do when encountering such a rogue?

"You'll get used to it," Tushan Yaya said, quite accustomed to it and very calm.

"Wang Wu, treating a newcomer like this, doesn't your conscience hurt?" Xuanzang walked over and said.

"Big Boss Xuanzang, that was just a warm and friendly greeting, alright?" Wang Wu retorted.

Bai Qian saw Xuanzang, and a subtle change appeared on her pretty face as she thought to herself:

"What a beautiful man, he is just too good-looking!"

This was not Bai Qian's fault; she had never left Qingqiu in the ten thousand plus years since she was born.

Qingqiu was essentially a fox den; where would there be any handsome men?

The only male of the opposite sex was an old Phoenix who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

"Is he very good-looking?" Feng Baobao appeared behind Bai Qian and said in a deep tone.

Bai Qian was immersed in Xuanzang's beauty and nodded subconsciously:

"Mm."

But she immediately realized what she had done and quickly shook her head in denial.

"No... it's not... don't misunderstand," Bai Qian explained.

"Don't explain. Explaining is covering up, and covering up is the truth."

Feng Baobao said, her eyes incredibly pure, without a single impurity, appearing as if she possessed great wisdom hidden behind a foolish exterior.

Bai Qian had never seen such a peculiar girl before.