Those words snapped Tu Shan Yuzhu back to her senses. Her body trembled faintly, as though she had just awakened from a dream. Blinking, she reluctantly tore her gaze away from Tushan Hanyan and looked at Gu Changyuan.
Her lips parted, closed, then parted again. She was clearly agitated, struggling to suppress the torrent of questions threatening to burst from her mouth.
“May I ask—”
Her voice was taut, carrying a note of cautious uncertainty.
“What bloodline does your grand-disciple possess?”
Gu Changyuan had long anticipated this question.
“That?”
He deliberately paused, as though savoring something amusing. His unhurried tone seemed to say, You may find this surprising.
“The bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.”
The instant Tu Shan Yuzhu heard the words “Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox,” her body swayed.
Her eyes widened further, and light seemed to erupt within her pupils. It held wild joy, disbelief, and a deeply buried sense of relief—the release of someone who had searched and waited for far too long, only to finally find what they sought.
Many demon races in this Immortal-Demon Realm suffered from flaws in their bloodlines, including the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan of Qingqiu.
Countless demon races had sought ways to eliminate those flaws, but such a search was no different from looking for a needle in the ocean. The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan was no exception, nor was the Beiming Immortal Turtle Clan.
The Beiming Immortal Turtles, however, had now encountered Gu Changyuan and resolved their bloodline’s flaw through the secret art he had bestowed upon them.
As for the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, they had discovered clues concerning their bloodline within ancient ruins—clues that pointed to the Celestial Fox bloodline.
They had searched for it for many years. Never had they imagined that they would encounter, here of all places, the bloodline suppression described in those ancient ruins—or the Celestial Fox mentioned within them.
Tu Shan Yuzhu drew a deep breath, so deep it seemed she was exerting every ounce of strength to calm herself.
“May I ask where you encountered your grand-disciple?”
Gu Changyuan wanted to laugh, but restrained himself. The corners of his lips curved upward ever so slightly—just enough to show that he was in an exceedingly good mood.
“For that, I suppose I must thank the Qingqiu Fox Clan of the Nine Heavens Realm.”
“For the thousand years that the Immortal Path has been sealed, the Qingqiu Fox Clan of the Nine Heavens Realm has practiced what they call ‘hair-color discrimination.’ My disciple, Tushan Youyao, was expelled from the clan because she had purple hair. I later took her in as my disciple.”
He paused and glanced at Tushan Hanyan, who stood obediently beside him, listening in silence.
“Later, she took in Xiao Han—this grand-disciple of mine—after Xiao Han was cast out for having white hair.”
When Gu Changyuan finished speaking, he looked at Tu Shan Yuzhu, his gaze as calm and unfathomable as a deep pool.
Tu Shan Yuzhu’s lips remained slightly parted, but no words came.
The initial elation and excitement in her eyes were gradually eclipsed by far more complicated emotions—shock, followed by belated fury.
For generations, the Qingqiu Fox Clan had searched desperately through ancient ruins for this bloodline, yet in the lower realm, someone who possessed it had been expelled merely because of her hair color.
At last, she understood the faint, almost imperceptible smile Gu Changyuan had worn when he spoke those words.
It was not aimed at her personally.
It was a subtle mockery of the entire Tushan Fox Clan—and of the entire bloodline hierarchy of Qingqiu.
“Is what you say truly the truth?”
Her voice was soft, as though she feared hearing an answer she did not want, yet still had to know for certain.
Gu Changyuan’s smile deepened slightly.
“Whether it is true or false, you can investigate it yourselves.”
His tone was casual, without provocation, persuasion, or any unnecessary attempt to steer them.
He had simply laid the facts before them. Whether they believed him, whether they investigated, and how they chose to handle the matter—that was entirely up to them.
Tu Shan Yuzhu studied Gu Changyuan, gazing into those calm, unfathomable eyes of his, and fell silent for a moment.
She could sense that he was not acting out of malice, nor was he trying to use this matter to extort anything from them.
There was a trace of detachment in his attitude toward the Tushan Fox Clan, but it was a distance grounded in fact—a reasonable response to the undeniable truth that they had done wrong.
The fact that he was willing to tell her so much and share this information showed that he bore no prejudice against the fox clan as a whole. He was merely disappointed by the actions of their branch in the Lower Realm.
“If that is indeed the case—”
Tu Shan Yuzhu’s voice regained its composure, though beneath that calm exterior, an undercurrent surged.
She could feel a certain emotion kindling within her.
If the branch in the Lower Realm had truly cast out descendants of the Celestial Fox bloodline and left them to wander simply because of prejudice against their hair color, then she would see the matter investigated to the bitter end.
“I will make certain that you receive a satisfactory resolution.”
Tu Shan Yuzhu glanced at Tushan Hanyan once more. This time, a hint of guilt lingered in her eyes.
She then turned around, her figure transforming into a streak of emerald light. She shot out of the great hall, crossed the sky above the frigid pools of the Beiming Immortal Abyss, and swiftly vanished beyond the horizon.
Gu Changyuan watched the direction in which she had disappeared. Without another word, he withdrew his gaze and turned toward the Immortal Turtle Progenitors.
He relayed the information he had obtained from Zhenyue and informed them of his decision to wage war against the Imperial Court.
After hearing him out, they nodded and assured him that the Beiming Immortal Abyss would make the necessary preparations.
Gu Changyuan remained at the Beiming Immortal Abyss for several days. Meanwhile, attendants were assigned to show Tushan Hanyan around every corner of the place, until she had finally seen everything to her heart’s content.
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