Chapter 813: Boss of a City

Mengqi, this fox, was very enthusiastic. Tu Xiao’an had no reason to refuse. Besides, as a newcomer to City B, he was completely unfamiliar with the area. Having someone to guide him would be quite convenient.

“Alright, I’ll take you out to play, little fox.”

Tu Xiao’an smiled and opened his arms toward Mengqi.

Mengqi’s eyes rippled with autumn waves, watery and alluring, as she threw herself right into Tu Xiao’an’s embrace. The moment she entered his arms, she transformed into an incredibly exquisite Spiritual Fox, as pure white as snow. She raised her tail high, shaking her head with an expression of pure intoxication.

“Haha, little fox, let’s go.”

“Brother Snake Emperor, you can’t sell me out,” she said.

The Little White Fox’s eyes in his embrace were truly soul-stirring; a single glance could leave anyone hopelessly captivated.

“Is there anyone who can afford that price?” Tu Xiao’an smiled. Stroking Xiaoqi’s pure white fur, he found it incredibly comfortable, even more so than touching fine silk. Come to think of it, he had subdued quite a few creatures, but he had never taken in a highly spiritual being like a fox. It was somewhat of a regret. However, there was no need to subdue one now. The entire Yaoling Mountain Range revered him as its master; he commanded all the Demons, and they were all his subordinates. The only things he needed to subdue now were the Exotic Beasts that had charged out of the ruins.

With that, Tu Xiao’an carried Xiaoqi out of the coffin shop and made a phone call to Luo Ziyun. She gave Tu Xiao’an an address, telling him to meet up with the boss of City B. Otherwise, they would think City X was standing them up. Additionally, she shared some good news: the boss of City B had found some clues regarding the Ghost Demon. They were now just waiting to gather their forces and strike.

Tu Xiao’an hung up the phone. After pondering for a moment, he stroked Xiaoqi’s fur and asked, “Do you know where Drunken Immortal Pavilion is?”

“Three hundred meters ahead, turn left, then go forward for one kilometer. Once you exit the Great Dao, turn right, and there is a…”

The little fox’s voice was even more pleasant than that of a celebrity GPS voice model, making it incredibly soothing to listen to. Tu Xiao’an’s figure flashed forward like a phantom. For someone of his Cultivation level, cars and airplanes couldn’t even compare to his own speed. Besides, Tu Xiao’an’s mounts were all at the Divine Beast Level. Of course, it was inconvenient to summon them in this major metropolis; it would be far too ostentatious.

A long time later.

Tu Xiao’an appeared at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. It looked very grand and upscale, but the foot traffic was sparse. Clearly, this was the Ghost Demon’s doing. No one had the mood to come out for food or tea when it was so easy to lose one’s life. Not only were the people of City B in a state of panic, but the economy had also ground to a halt.

Carrying the pure white fox, Tu Xiao’an walked inside. Led by a waiter, he arrived at the door of a private room. He reached out and pushed the door open. Inside the room sat three men and one woman. Each of them had their aura concealed, yet their hidden strength was formidable. If they were to unleash it, this Drunken Immortal Pavilion would instantly cease to exist.

Tu Xiao’an’s gaze immediately fell upon a lean man. He had his eyes closed as if meditating and resting his spirit. His face was cold and somewhat solemn. This had to be the boss of City B. He was the one who had rallied the bureau chiefs of various major cities for help in the WeChat group. Moreover, Tu Xiao’an didn’t even need to use his Conscious Insight to gauge the man’s strength. He was a Level 39 High Rank War God. If he achieved Cultivation Perfection, he would become a Peak Battle God.

The two men and one woman beside him all looked quite young. In this regard, Martial Cultivators shared a Talent somewhat similar to that of the fox lineage. The higher their Cultivation, the more they could restore their youth. They might look young, but they were definitely from the same generation as Tu Xiao’an’s great-grandparents. After all, becoming a High Rank War God in one’s twenties was a pipe dream.

The woman wore a beautiful, stylish skirt and looked like a pretty college student. She sat there peeling and eating a banana. She was even licking it. The scene was quite… provocative! The other two men were engaged in a deep conversation, seemingly on good terms.

When Tu Xiao’an walked in, the two men and the woman looked at him with questioning gazes. They had files and photos of the bosses from all the major cities. Even if they didn’t know someone personally, they would at least look familiar. But this newcomer didn’t ring a bell at all. He looked more like someone who had walked into the wrong room.

The boss of City B, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at Tu Xiao’an. Without first asking for his identity, he expressed his surprise, “Sir, your ability to conceal your aura is truly impressive. I can’t even see through your Cultivation.”

Tu Xiao’an thought, “Concealed aura, my foot. You’re just incompetent. Do you think being Level 39 is such a big deal?” If Tu Xiao’an didn’t want others to know he was a Demon now, probably no one except a Rank Four expert could spot any flaws.

The boss of City B had the highest Cultivation among them. Since even he couldn’t see through it, the other three naturally looked completely bewildered. At the same time, they were secretly astonished. Which city’s boss was this? He was a total stranger, yet his depth was unfathomable.

Not being able to see someone’s Cultivation meant only two possibilities: first, the person was an ordinary human; second, they were far stronger than the observer. The first possibility was naturally out of the question. Ordinary humans had very weak vitality and blood energy; veteran Jianghu experts would never misjudge that. Of course, there was also the possibility the boss of City B mentioned—the person’s aura-concealing technique was exceptionally profound. Such methods did indeed exist. The boss of City B was also confident. He simply assumed Tu Xiao’an excelled at hiding his aura, never considering him an existence whose strength completely overshadowed his own.

Just by standing there, Tu Xiao’an had already taken the initiative, forcing the people in the room to view him in a new light. Furthermore, everyone’s eyes converged on the pure white fox in his arms.

The two men and one woman stood up in shock. “Is this a Demon Fox?”

A Fox Demon and a Demon Fox might seem like the same thing, just a reversal of words. In reality, however, the term “Demon Fox” specifically referred to a fox that had reached the Demon King Level. In other words, the three of them were appalled that Tu Xiao’an had actually walked in holding a Demon King Level fox. Good heavens, this was far too extravagant! A being at the Demon King Level would never submit to a human, unless one had forcefully nurtured it from its Innate stage. But the cost of nurturing a Demon King was too immense, making it completely unrealistic.

“MEOW…”

The pure white fox let out a cry at the crowd as a form of greeting.

Everyone was left speechless. They couldn’t help but think, “You are a fox, not a cat, okay? And for a dignified Demon King to adopt such a lowly posture—isn’t that too degrading?”

Fortunately, the people in this room were all bigshots. They were all bureau chiefs of the Demon Management Bureau in their respective cities and had seen plenty of Demons. Even though they knew full well that the fox was a Demon King, they managed to recover their composure after the initial shock. If it were ordinary people, they probably would have been scared off long ago. Despite how cute and obedient this fox looked right now, if it were to go berserk, it would unleash a catastrophic scene with rivers of blood. A young man with an undetectable aura carrying a Demon Fox in his arms—it was certainly an astonishing sight.

Tu Xiao’an’s gaze remained calm. He swept his eyes over the four people’s faces before finding an empty seat nearby and sitting down. He didn’t introduce himself, nor did he offer a greeting. He simply sat there with his legs crossed. As the dignified Snake Emperor, his mere arrival was already giving them face. And that was only for Luo Ziyun’s sake. Besides, humans had a bad habit of being snobs. The more unfathomable you appeared, the more seriously they would take you. This was the demeanor of an expert. Before they could put on a show of authority to intimidate him, he would give them a taste of his own dominance first.