“What do you want to do with this?” Alex asked Frostine.
“Chop it off for me!”
“Can I really?”
“Hey, watch where you’re touching.”
Alex originally wanted to touch the base of the tail to see if he could chop it off. However, he placed his hands on the wrong spot, which almost cost him his legs as Frostine instantly tried to smack him off with her tail.
“Oh wait, I think this tail can still be used as a weapon. So let’s keep it!” Alex said as he touched his legs, inhaling sharply with a pained expression.
That tail felt even sharper than a blade, it seemed as if there was a mysterious force on it.
Frostine was surprised as well. She didn’t expect her tail to have such powers.
“I heard that the Nine-Tails determine their power by the number of tails they have. Every awakening of a tail would mean that one of their mystical skills would be activated. Sis, check and see what power you’ve gained. I don’t think you can chop this tail off.”
Frostine rolled her eyes. “If you knew that, then why did you still touch it?”
“I was just kind of curious to see where the tail grew from.”
Frostine was speechless upon hearing this. After a while, they used various herbs to heal her body and help her regain strength.
Frostine then stared at the frozen blob of flesh. “Has he died yet? You shouldn’t have killed him, you know? You could’ve asked how we could use me to enter the Phoenix Sect Sanctuary.”
Alex replied nonchalantly. “He’s not dead yet, though!”
“Huh?” Frostine gasped. “He’s not?”
“Didn’t you just mention that he’s not him? This is just his puppet, a mere random old monk. And he still has a split soul. I have no idea where the old thing’s actual body is.”
For example, the person related to the Mountain Warriors Sect who tried to kill Holly. Alex had taken his ancient jade bracelet, which contained a large number of spiritual tools.
Now, Alex brought it out just to make a formation.
Making a formation was extremely draining. It was quite similar to farming. First, one would have to find the correct position, measure the area, then dig a hole. After that, the spiritual tool best for the formation would have to be buried in said hole, then sealed off with talismans etc…
Although it was hard work, this was all for survival. Alex believed that the old monster controlling Seth would never give up on his prey, Frostine. After all, she was the only one who survived his experiments on the two thousand Nine Tails bloodline. So it would be hard to succeed a second time after all.
It was impossible to escape from him since that old monster had likely inserted something into Frostine’s body or soul to trap her. Hence, he would most definitely come for her at some point. On the other hand, Frostine was busy helping him at the side, digging a hole and carrying his tools.
Her skirt was ripped as she dragged a blood-soaked tail behind her. Her balance was slightly off since she wasn’t used to this yet.
Seeing her discomfort, Alex comforted her. “You know, where I come from, some girls would dress up and stick a foxtail on themselves. They’d also wear two little fox ears on their heads, so they could increase their prices when making certain ‘trades’.”
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