Do You Regret It

Sigh!

With a helpless sigh, Chen Chang'an walked out of Hu Tianjiao's residence, disappointment written all over his face.

How could the prize slip right through his fingers?

There was no denying that Hu Tianjiao was an incredibly alluring woman to Chen Chang'an—by every measure, she was the most exceptional he had ever encountered.

Chen Chang'an was no ascetic, and if he didn't feel anything for her, he'd start questioning whether he might actually prefer men.

"Wait!"

Just a few steps away from the pavilion, Chen Chang'an suddenly heard Hu Tianjiao's voice.

Had she changed her mind?

So, he still had some charm after all.

This had to be a classic case of playing hard to get. Hmph, woman, your little game is already exposed.

A smug grin spread across Chen Chang'an's face as he turned around, just in time to see Hu Tianjiao stepping out.

"What? Regretting it now?"

"Let me make one thing clear—I’m not some easy catch."

"You’ve missed your chance."

Hearing this, Hu Tianjiao’s face darkened. This bastard was as shameless as ever. Even in the vast expanse of the Tai Gu Immortal Realm, his audacity hadn’t diminished—if anything, his narcissism had only grown.

Who the hell was regretting anything?

"Chen Chang'an."

"Could you be any more full of yourself?"

"I’ve missed my chance?"

"If I nodded right now, you’d probably take me right here on the spot, wouldn’t you?"

Chen Chang'an nodded solemnly. "The scenery here isn’t bad. I wouldn’t say no."

"I don’t have time for your nonsense."

"If you really want to, fine—but not now."

"Wait a little longer. Right now, your priority should be improving your strength."

"And while you’re at it, think about what part of your body you might have overlooked."

"Also, I called you back to give you something."

Something for him?

Chen Chang'an frowned. "What is it? Your virg—"

Before he could finish, Hu Tianjiao’s furious glare cut him off.

"...Really?" Chen Chang'an quickly corrected himself.

"Take this."

"It’s a treasure crafted from my own fur, combined with a secret technique."

"If you ever need the help of our Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan, just activate this, and I’ll sense it immediately, pinpointing your exact location."

"I’ll come to you as fast as possible."

As a peak-level Immortal Emperor, as long as they were within the Tai Gu Immortal Realm, she had ways to reach Chen Chang'an in an instant.

"That’s it? Nothing else?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.

"What more do you want?"

"Isn’t this enough?" Hu Tianjiao sighed.

There was plenty he wanted, but she wasn’t offering.

"Fine, this’ll do."

"By the way, when you said 'wait a little longer,' how long are we talking?"

"A day? Two? A month?"

"If it’s not too long, I could stick around here for a while."

"Save me the trouble of running back and forth, right?"

"Get lost."

"Right away!"

Seeing no hope left, Chen Chang'an turned and left without hesitation. After all, he’d already gotten what he came for—no loss on his part.

When the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan’s patriarch and his wife saw Chen Chang'an return so quickly, they were taken aback.

"You’ve met the Ancestor?"

"Already finished talking?"

"That was fast," the patriarch remarked in surprise.

"Yeah, we’re done."

"It’s a big matter, and not something that can be resolved quickly," Chen Chang'an replied with a faint smile.

Not something that can be resolved quickly? Then how long would it take?

"Young Master Chen, did the Ancestor tell you what crisis our Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan is facing?"

"She’s never been willing to explain all these years, and it’s been weighing on me," the patriarch said gravely.

"If she hasn’t said anything, there’s a reason for it."

"Don’t overthink it. This isn’t something you can handle. When the time comes, you’ll know."

"That’s all I can say."

"By the way, I need to go to the Qilin clan. Do you have a way to get me there?"

"Does their blessed realm require a key to enter?" Chen Chang'an asked.

The Qilin clan?

But isn’t there already a Qilin right beside you? Doesn’t it have one?

"I can arrange for you to go."

"But isn’t Da Huang here a member of the Qilin clan?"

"Doesn’t he have the key to the Sacred Qilin Heaven?"

Sacred Qilin Heaven?

This was the first time Chen Chang'an had heard the name of the Qilin clan’s blessed realm. Before, Little Earthworm had only mentioned the Golden Qilin Mountains.

"Da Huang’s situation is… special."

"You could say he left home young, so he doesn’t have one," Chen Chang'an explained.

"I see."

"Leaving now?"

Chen Chang'an nodded. There was no reason to linger any longer.

After traveling all this way without a single lead on the fragments of the Life Law, he was starting to feel impatient.

Would the Qilin clan hold the answers he sought?

When Chen Chang'an found Da Huang and his two companions, he discovered that under Da Huang’s leadership, the trio had been living it up.

Thanks to the patriarch’s orders, the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan had treated them with great hospitality.

"Big Bro, you’re back!"

"Come on, I saved you a spot—join us!" Da Huang grinned, waving him over.

"Alright, that’s enough fun."

"We’re heading to the Qilin clan now."

What?

Leaving already?

That’s way too soon! We haven’t even finished a pot of wine yet.

"Big Bro, the food here is amazing."

"Better than anything we’ve had before."

"Sure you don’t wanna eat before we go?"

"Would be a shame to let all this go to waste."

Little Earthworm and Yi Tuo were busy stuffing their faces, nodding vigorously in agreement.

"So good."

"Delicious."

"Tasty!"

The patriarch chuckled. "Have a bite. You’re already here."

"Well… maybe just a little?"

"But if I start eating, this won’t be enough."

"Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty. Our Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan can certainly satisfy you."

Plenty?

Hearing that, Chen Chang'an didn’t hold back. Free food was free food.

"Let’s feast!"

And feast they did—so much so that the patriarch’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Why had he ever said "plenty"?

This was a disaster. A complete disaster!

Watching Chen Chang'an and his crew devour everything in sight, the patriarch’s heart bled.

"So… should we get going now?"

"Had enough?"

Hm?

Leaving?

Should’ve thought of that earlier. Too late now!

They’d eat their fill first.

"Seven more days. Then we leave!"