Chapter 58: The Delicate White Fox

The White Fox let out a strange cry: "Master, you are so bad. This humble servant's heart hurts right there." As she spoke, she grabbed the man's hand and pressed it against her swelling breasts. "Master, it really hurts so much. Master, do you no longer cherish White Fox?" Tears clung like pear blossoms to her stunning, delicate, oval-shaped face, making her look infinitely pitiful and instantly arousing the man's desires.

"Oh? White Fox, your master will dote on you right now. Don't go crying out 'no, no' later, because I won't listen to you this time." The man in cyan robes wore a lewd smile, his hands growing even more unbridled as he assaulted the young woman's forbidden zones, until the gorgeous creature in his arms melted into a puddle of water.

"Master, you are so bad... No, no, oh my, you're hurting this humble servant." White Fox cried out with coquettish shyness, only for her lips to be immediately sealed by the man. The two of them engaged in a tempestuous union, losing all track of day and night.

Once the storm of passion had subsided, White Fox lay nestled in the man's embrace, restlessly tracing circles on his chest: "Master, are you happy?"

The man in cyan closed his eyes lazily, and only after a long while did he murmur a faint, "Mn."

"Master, this humble servant is so curious about what a lonely star of heavenly doom actually is." Her slender fingers stroked the man's skin like a feather, teasing him repeatedly.

The man in cyan frowned slightly: "Why are you asking about this? Just obediently be my woman. These matters are not things you should or can meddle in; otherwise, when the time comes, even I won't be able to protect you."

White Fox kissed his cheek with a pouty act of spoiled affection: "Alright, alright. This humble servant was just asking out of curiosity! I couldn't care less about you big men's affairs. All this humble servant wants is to serve my master well. I love my master the most."

Stirred up by her teasing, a fire ignited within the man in cyan. He rolled over and pinned her beneath him: "Is that so? Let me inspect this little mouth of yours to see if what you just uttered is the truth."

With that, he captured White Fox's pink lips once more, plunging into another round of passionate frenzy. Driven completely out of her wits by his relentless onslaught, White Fox long forgot about the question she had originally wanted to ask.

Gazing at the soundly sleeping White Fox, the man in cyan felt a lingering uncertainty deep down: Whose person was White Fox, really? It was true that he was fond of beauty, but he valued his own life far more. Throughout history, how many heroes had perished at the hands of alluring women? He had to be doubly cautious.

White Fox had no idea that her casual inquiry would cause the man beside her to harbor so many suspicious thoughts. Snuggling comfortably against her warm master, she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

The political landscape of the Nanbao Kingdom was surging with undercurrents. Major powers began to fix their sights on the General's Manor, dispatching wave after wave of covert guards and suicide assassins to secretly infiltrate the estate and investigate the truth.

Yet not a single faction managed to acquire firsthand intelligence. No matter how formidable or elite the dispatched covert guards and assassins were, not a single one returned alive. Their family soul tablets had not shattered, but the aura within them was exceedingly faint—so much so that unless one looked with extreme care, the lingering red glow was virtually imperceptible.

Speaking of soul tablets, the prominent clans and major powers of the Xuanxuan Continent would craft soul tablets for their family members and essential servants, using them as a standard method to monitor whether a person was dead or alive.

However, due to certain reasons, Zhantai Chen was entirely incapable of creating a soul tablet—even though he was the most powerful martial artist in the entire Nanbao Kingdom!

Zhao Tingyou's soul tablet resided securely within the imperial palace. No matter how much favor Mama Wang, Zhao Meng, and the others received from Zhantai Chen and Zhao Tingyou, their status remained that of servants, leaving them utterly unqualified to inspect the soul tablet of a true princess.

Perhaps due to Zhantai Chen's hereditary traits, little Zhantai Lingwei was likewise unable to have a soul tablet made; every time one was attempted, it would shatter instantly. Consequently, everyone in the General's Manor remained entirely oblivious to the function of soul tablets, nor had they ever mentioned them to the little one, inadvertently setting the stage for some amusing incidents in the future.