Nine Tails

The second son of Prince Jingbei in the north, everyone thought he was just an incompetent talisman cultivator. Until the Genius Conference, he slapped away a wolf genius who was two levels above him. Until his three talismans cleared the entire ancient battlefield of corpses. Until the moment when the demon saint's blood pupils opened, all the geniuses in the field were pressed to their knees. Someone was checking his details, and the more they checked, the more frightened they became—— Third-grade Talisman King, second-grade Formation King, bloodline of the Demon Saint, orphan of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox, core disciple of the headmaster of Maoshan... His trump card alone is stronger than that of a sect. But there are only three things he cares about most: Find his mother, avenge his brother, and protect the sword cultivator girl next to him. Someone asked him: "Aren't you tired after hiding for so many years?" He thought for a while and smiled: "I was tired before. Now that there are people around me, I'm not tired anymore." The genius conference ended, and he took Wanxin and Bai Xuanche all the way east. Someone should collect the blood debt of the East China Sea Dragon Clan. And the Guihu Perry on his wrist still contains a remnant soul of the ancient wind god and a holy fire from the sky. He didn't want this world. But since someone insists on touching his people, don't blame him for flipping the table.