Starting My Cultivation With Time Management-Chapter 919 - 59 The Elder Princess Arrives at West State
Chapter 919 -59 The Elder Princess Arrives at West State
In the Eastern Emperor Realm, there’s an old saying: “Fox ladies have always been affectionate since ancient times.”
It manifests in Qingqiu Mountain, where visitors in the market below are almost always seen in pairs, with few walking alone.
Most fox ladies accompany fox gentlemen from their own clan—but of course, there are also occasions where several fox ladies surround a single fox gentleman. Evidently, the Celestial Fox Clan has far more females than males, leading to signs of yin flourishing while yang declines.
“What do you think of this pearl hairpin?” Long Hu picked up a jade green pearl hairpin adorned with white orchid-shaped tassels.
“It’s beautiful,” Long Long said without hesitation. “Your charm is naturally sweet, and with this elegant and refreshing hairpin, it adds depth to your allure—the initial impression is sweet and adorable, but upon closer look, it cultivates a womanly grace and refined beauty.” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Long Hu listened with uncontrollable joy, her ears twitching, and her tail couldn’t help but wag.
But on second thought, why would Long Long speak so fluently? Could it be that he’s said similar things to many other women?
Thinking about it, a slight gloom descended upon her mood, and she lost interest in continuing to roam the market.
Long Long accompanied Long Hu as they left the market and headed towards Qingqiu Mountain.
Before reaching the Celestial Fox Clan’s territory, they were suddenly blocked by Bao Yin Nu and his lackeys.
“Hey, scoundrel!” Bao Yin Nu’s leopard eyes widened fiercely as he barked, “How dare you impersonate a noble lady of the Fox Clan? What crime should you answer for?”
Seriously, you’re a leopard demon—why are you hounding us all the time?
Long Long felt a tinge of irritation but was amused again as Bao Yin Nu raised this laughable pretense of “noble lady impersonation.”
Even if we were impersonating fox ladies, what does it have to do with you, a leopard? If you wanted a reason to pick a fight, this isn’t how you find one.
He had initially planned to mention Hu Li’s name to directly scare Bao Yin Nu away, but upon realizing that the surrounding area was deserted, he thought it better to eliminate the threat right then and there, avoiding future trouble.
Exchanging a glance with Long Hu, Long Long spoke leisurely:
“What are you planning to do?”
Bao Yin Nu froze upon hearing those words, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
Had the other party truly been impersonating a noble lady, they should now be flustered and panicked upon being exposed—why were they so calm and confident?
However, recalling Long Hu’s earlier glance of nervous anxiety, Bao Yin Nu quickly hardened his resolve.
Bluffing! It’s definitely bluffing!
He was about to issue another intimidating statement when Long Long suddenly snapped his fingers.
Underneath Bao Yin Nu and his lackeys’ feet, a small Formation appeared.
Before the three Mao Clan demons could react, the Formation activated swiftly, immobilizing and binding them. Shortly after, countless Sword Qi materialized out of thin air, slicing toward their bodies.
“I am a servant of the White Tiger Clan!” Bao Yin Nu shrieked as he was subdued, having no means to retaliate. Realizing he’d encountered someone formidable, he prepared to shout for help and intimidate them, but a strand of Sword Qi pierced his mouth, severing his tongue, leaving blood pouring everywhere, rendering him speechless.
Soon after, the three demons were completely dismembered by the Sword Qi, their flesh and blood scattering on the ground.
“Is this Formation magic?” Long Hu exclaimed in astonishment, covering her mouth.
She had seen Long Long use Dragon Clan Martial Arts and Divine Skills to kill, as well as his Sword Control Technique and Magical Treasures. However, it was her first time witnessing him utilize Formation magic.
“Yes.” Long Long transmitted his thoughts directly to her, saying calmly, “Given that we’re in a foreign land, it’s better not to use my usual methods, lest they’re detected by others.”
At this, the little fox began to focus and ponder: What seldom-used magical techniques do I have that I can now employ?
If Long Long could peer into her thoughts, he would surely knock her head lightly:
You are a fox clan member, and you’re disguising yourself as a fox clan member—what Fox Clan Magic could you possibly be restricted from using?
He handled the three corpses and then quickly left the area with Long Hu.
Leaving these two aside for now, the story shifts to Qi Yingzhu, the Elder Princess of the Qilin Clan, who arrived at the Sacred Mountain in West State several days later after traveling from Central State, seeking an audience with Lü Ming, the White Tiger Clan patriarch.
“Grandfather.” Inside the cave dwelling, Qi Yingzhu sat upon a mat and spoke solemnly: “How are the war preparations coming along?”
“Seventy to eighty percent of our forces are assembled,” Lü Ming replied with a grave expression. “What stance does Central State take?”
“My mother, the Empress, naturally supports her natal clan,” Qi Yingzhu said impassively. “However, the Qilin Ancestor’s attitude is ambiguous.”
“Without the Qilin Clan’s support, West State stands alone,” Lü Ming said grimly.
“Grandfather,” Qi Yingzhu lowered her voice, “Currently, it’s not us who are preparing for battle—North State is undoubtedly planning its final desperate fight.”
“Since Grandfather is aware of the assassination plot against the Qilin usurpers, you must also understand that North State’s lingering aspirations are yet to be extinguished…. If we don’t sever these ambitions, should His Majesty face an ill fate in the future, the fires of war might reignite.”
Lü Ming remained silent for a long time before coldly remarking:
“If that Qi Qiaosong were to suddenly die, it would indeed upend the short-term stability in Central State, but over the long term, it may not be disadvantageous to us.”
Qi Yingzhu’s face grew slightly tense.
After a brief moment’s thought, she grasped the implication of her grandfather’s words: The alliance between Central State and West State was formed to collectively resist North State, and also partly because Qi Qiaosong’s illegitimate birth required Lü Ya, the Empress, to validate his authority.
When North State eventually bows its head and Qi Qiaosong secures his throne, the Qilin Ancestor might retaliate against Lü Ya and undermine West State—which remains an uncertain prospect.
For West State, the crucial piece is maintaining an ongoing threat of instability from North State while ensuring Qi Qiaosong’s progression remains restrained.
If the young emperor were “assassinated by North State,” the short-term repercussions for the Central-West alliance would be devastating.
The Qilin Ancestor would then be forced to elevate another “illegitimate child” to the throne, increasing the new ruler’s dependency on Lü Ya for legitimacy, thereby strengthening the alliance between Central and West States.
“Grandfather, what do you mean by that?” Qi Yingzhu asked sternly. “If His Majesty dies, the Qilin Clan will face internal turmoil. At that point, not only might Central State fail to rely on West State, but even Central State’s unity itself would hang in the balance! Have you forgotten the ‘Three Dragons’ Seizing the Throne’ incident in the Imperial Capital?”
The “Three Dragons Seizing the Throne” refers to the time when Emperor Ying Long fell into the Mortal Realm, and the Jiaolong Clan elevated a different Jiaolong emperor to the throne—only for him to be assassinated after signing a humiliating treaty that led to the bloodbath between his three sons in their battle for succession. The chaos significantly weakened the Jiaolong Clan’s power, allowing the Qilin Clan to step into its dominant position in the Eastern Emperor Realm.
“I remember,” Lü Ming said coldly. “That’s precisely why our clan has yet to take action.”
“Grandfather, caution is always necessary,” Qi Yingzhu sighed in relief, accompanying the stern elder in discussion for some time before excusing herself.
Stepping out of the cave dwelling, Qi Yingzhu gazed at the snowy Sacred Mountain and the distinct architecture of the White Tiger Family, feeling a profound sense of disconnection.
After all these years, while she had grown accustomed to her White Tiger heritage, she still lacked a sense of belonging to this land, leaning instead toward the little familial enclave back in the imperial capital.
Although her foolish mother… could sometimes be insufferable.
Hmm, perhaps it’s best to visit the nearby market.
