The nine-tailed demon cultivator who was knocked into a coma by a catastrophe a hundred years ago woke up.
I rubbed my fluffy fox tail and squatted on the eaves of the teahouse, watching the storyteller downstairs patting Xingmu and talking about "Cause and Effect Anchor Chaoss the Six Realms". I suddenly felt that this story was even more outrageous than the original story - I just wanted to steal two jars of Drunken Immortal Brew, but how could I become the Demon Lord that the demon world was scrambling to supply, the robbery chess piece that the immortal world was watching, and the mutation key that the demon world was greedy for?
"Miss Nie, please follow me back to the Demon Palace." The green-faced demon general knelt on one knee, the demon pill burning red in his chest.
I licked the icing sugar on the corner of my mouth and stuffed the last half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into my mouth: "No, your Demon Palace's peach cake is too dry."
"Stay here!" The immortal envoy with fluttering Taoist robes caught up and shook out half of the star map from the dust in his sleeves. "If you don't follow us back to Kunlun Mountain, the thunderstorm in three days will smash the entire Jinling City!" I tilted my head to look at the dew on his hair: "Then... After the thunderstorm is over, can you give me half of your soul nourishing pill? I'm craving for that sweet taste."
Until the fortune teller in a moon-white shirt walked up to me, swinging a copper bell, and brushed the fox fur that was not hidden on the tip of my ear with his fingertips: "Jiu Li, what they want is cause and effect, but you lazy fox... I'm afraid you are not going to turn the six realms into a pot of sweet wine."
I smiled with narrowed eyes and stuffed the stolen wine jar into his arms: "Then stir it up - the sweetest thing will end up in my mouth anyway."
