Qingyi's eyes continued to follow Linyue's voluptuous figure as she walked, her steps light and absolutely silent, not even leaving footprints behind.

Her walk was elegant, but not the human elegance that Qingyi saw in his wives Meilin and Margareth. Her steps were excited, yet strangely stable, maintaining an unshakable posture.

In her delicate hands, she carried a spear, comically long compared to her small stature of no more than 1.57 meters, her long, fluffy orange tail sliding down the shaft as her ears moved slightly.

Her voluptuous ass and boobs rippled gently with each step, her thick, incomparable thighs rubbing against each other, her creamy skin glistening with sweat.

As quickly as she appeared, she vanished over the horizon, leaving nothing but her sweet floral scent and the trail of blood from her huge prey behind.

Qingyi closed his eyes. He had been thinking of just having a drink with Jin'Rao, paying off his debt to him, and then retiring, but now he had changed his mind.

He wanted that voluptuous cat girl, just for him and no one else.

Jin'Rao flashed a smile at Qingyi from the corner of his eye, patting him on the back.

"Very good, young dragon. I knew you just needed a sight like this to convince you to try your luck at the great hunt. What man doesn't dream of our beloved princess?

Not that you stand a chance against the young talents of our tribe, not even a dragon can compare to us in hunting, hahaha." Jin'Rao laughed loudly, his feline eyes focused on the road Linyue had taken.

"Well, I'm known for giving many surprises to those who doubt me in my homeland, hahaha." Qingyi returned Jin'Rao's laughter, who just shook his head.

He already seemed certain that there was no chance for Qingyi to win, not against the young men of his own tribe.

"Come on, I'll take you to register. The great hunt will begin in a few days."

Sighing, Qingyi followed Jin'Rao silently, a doubt arising in his heart.

That was the place known as the land of the beastmen, or simply the land of beasts, the place of origin of Xueyao's family.

Although he had seen many different types of beastmen, he had never seen a member of the fox folk race.

After thinking for a moment, Qingyi asked. "Senior Jin'Rao, do you know anything about the fox folk?"

"Hm... fox folk? They are... difficult to find. Many outsiders come after their blessing, but even for our people, it is not an easy task to get in touch with them. What do you want with them?"

"I met one of them a few years ago, I was just curious about them. What are the ways to get in touch with them?" Qingyi shook his head, speaking a half-truth.

"Hm... you would need to participate in the great ancestral beast tournament in the land of the dragon folk and win first place.

Other than that, I highly doubt you will be able to contact them if your cultivation is lower than the immortal emperor realm."

"Hm... I see." Qingyi scratched his chin before silently following Jin'Rao.

To his surprise, as they arrived in the most central part of the big city, Qingyi saw a single building whose architecture did not match anything else in this place.

On its facade, this building bore the symbol of the five-color pavilion.

Even there, in that isolated and little-contacted region, the gold king had influence.

Money was truly an incomparable power, second only to brute force and violence.

After a few more minutes of walking, they arrived in front of a large building, where a line of young people were trying to register.

Unfortunately, they had been interrupted by a commotion between two of the most powerful among them, both at the peak of the false immortal realm.

One of these was a young and handsome cat man, the fur on his tail and ears black and fluffy as he glared at the man in front of him, a figure Qingyi immediately recognized.

It was the young man with draconic blood that Qingyi had seen as soon as he entered the city, his white horns standing up elegantly, his beautiful face overcome with anger.

"You bastard, don't you dare look down on me!" The dragon roared, punching toward the young cat man, who just easily dodged, the dragon's fist passing inches from his face.

In just a moment, ten more punches exploded toward him, each more powerful and faster than the last, even without Qi, enough to create powerful shockwaves.

To Qingyi's surprise, the young cat man didn't even break a sweat, dodging each blow with ease, seeming to predict what the young man with dragon blood would do before he even moved.

Even when the punches became so fast that they looked like nothing more than blurs, the young man with dragon blood was still unable to land a single blow.

"Are you done yet, little slug?" The young cat smiled, dodging one last blow from the dragon and punching him in the face, breaking his nose.

"You'll pay for this!" The young man with dragon blood finally lost his patience, calling upon his ancestral bloodline, his body immediately filled with a powerful and pure white Qi.

At that moment, Qingyi felt the Qi of his bloodline stir, causing him to slightly lose control of his killing intent.

It was as if the black dragon of his bloodline was screaming with hatred, begging for the blood of that young dragon.

'Shit... system, what's going on?'

[Black and white dragons hate each other, such a reaction is only natural.]

The system replied to Qingyi, who sighed, focusing only on controlling himself.

Jin'Rao, who had been watching everything calmly, finally decided to intervene, releasing his powerful Qi from the realm of the true immortal.

The moment his Qi fell upon those young men, their urges to fight died, replaced by nothing but deep terror as they fell to the ground.

"Captain Jin'Rao, we were just playing around!" The young cat man complained, but received nothing but a disappointed look.

"It doesn't matter, Lioran. You're getting in the way of others who want to register for the great hunt."

"Ah... what the hell do these useless people even want by registering? I've already won one way or another!" Lioran grumbled, shaking his head and retreating shortly thereafter.

The man with draconic blood did the same, his face overcome with irritation.

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