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"Hehe, His Highness the Crown Prince is really angry," the White Lotus Cult Saintess said, not even glancing at the kneeling followers. Instead, she first scanned Xia Ji and his group, then her gaze landed on Xia Ji, smiling charmingly.
"You are suffering from a charm-type mental attack. You have long since refined your heart in the mortal world, and your will is strong. You have comprehended the Chaos Soul Technique."
Xia Ji was just about to give Su Xiaosan a look to suggest taking this crazy woman's head off when the Bootlicking System timely displayed a message.
"Bootlicking? What is your Chaos Soul Technique compared to the White Lotus Cult's mental secret techniques?" Xia Ji questioned in his mind.
The White Lotus Cult's mental secret techniques are very powerful; this is well-known throughout the Xuanhuang Great World, capable of extreme seduction. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to incite countless low-level disciples to rebel every time chaos erupts.
"Boss, I'm just bootlicking." The Bootlicking System displayed a line of trembling text, reflecting his current mood.
Xia Ji rolled his eyes secretly; indeed, this Bootlicking System was not very useful!
"Hmph! What does it matter to you whether my His Highness the Crown Prince is angry or not?" Xiu'er shouted defiantly, hands on her hips. "Instead, you are hiding and peeking; are you just an ugly monster?"
Xiu'er felt a strong sense of threat from this White Lotus Sect Saintess, a feeling that had nothing to do with strength.
"Hehe, still a little girl protecting her master," the White Lotus Cult Saintess's voice was soft and soothing, entering the ears like a gentle lullaby that made one feel drowsy.
She glanced at Xia Ji and the group when she appeared. There was a seemingly mortal-level sweeper, a focused tea server, a guard at the peak of Unity Realm whose combat power had been mostly wasted, and a protector with stunning agility but only at the initial stage of Divine Sea.
This combination... If it weren't for the possibility that Xia Ji might have some hidden cards up his sleeve, she wouldn't need to waste her breath here.
"Hmph! Ugly freak, you are the little girl!"
Xiu'er was quite indignant; anyone with eyes could see she was not small. The Qinglong Yanyue Blade in her hand suddenly flashed as she declared, "Stunning Triple Strike!"
"Digging ears!"
"Plucking eyes!"
"Picking nose!"
One must admit that Xiu'er's attack angles were quite crafty.
However, the White Lotus Sect Saintess merely waved her hand lightly, and Xiu'er, along with her thirty-meter-long blade, was sent flying back, stumbling and falling to the ground.
This was still because the White Lotus Sect Saintess had shown restraint!
"True Martial Grandmaster!" Mu Master said word by word, his face filled with bitterness.
Mu Master could sense that although this White Lotus Sect Saintess appeared young, her cultivation was frighteningly high.
"How is this possible?" Xiu'er rubbed her bottom as she stood up, pouting in anger.
"It is indeed True Martial Grandmaster." Su Xiaosan replied calmly, his expression as calm as ever.
The White Lotus Sect Saintess slightly furrowed her brows, puzzled as to why a mere servant at the mortal realm would speak in such a manner in this setting, and why the group around her seemed unfazed by it. If it were within the White Lotus Cult, any low-ranking followers from other factions who dared to speak to her like that would have learned their lesson.
"His Highness the Crown Prince, we of the White Lotus Cult are here for the Ninth Generation Spirit Cat, with no intention of creating enmity with Northern Yan, nor to offend the King Jing's mansion." The White Lotus Sect Saintess took a breath and added, "As long as you hand over the Nine-Generation Spirit Cat to me, we guarantee we will turn around and leave immediately, without delaying your time any further."
There was no choice; the current White Lotus Cult was not what it was five hundred years ago during its peak. The previous Transcendent Sage Realm Saintess had fallen, and the White Lotus Holy Mother was severely injured. It would not be an exaggeration to say that there were only a few cats left in the White Lotus Cult.
Aside from this young True Martial Grandmaster, the older generation of martial artists who had survived from five hundred years ago all needed time to recover.
Xia Ji unfurled his feather fan and said, "Nine-Generation Spirit Cat or whatever, I His Highness the Crown Prince do not care."
"Then..." The expression on the White Lotus Sect Saintess softened somewhat, no longer as confrontational as before.
Just when the White Lotus Saintess thought this "deal" was about to be finalized, Xia Ji spoke again, "I His Highness the Crown Prince truly do not care about the Nine-Generation Spirit Cat, but why should I give it to you?!"
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