128: Chapter 128 Qingqiu Holy Land

Inside the spatial passage, the surroundings were twisted light and shadows, with colorful streams of light rushing past like waterfalls.

Ye Xiaoyao was held by the waist by Nangong Xiyue, feeling as if the scenery before his eyes was changing in an instant, as if he were in a bizarre dream.

This was his first time experiencing spatial travel.

Previously, he had only ever used Core Formation Stage escape techniques; no matter how fast he flew, it was nothing more than a streak of light.

But at this moment, inside this spatial passage, he felt that time and space were compressed. It was clearly only an instant, yet it felt as if a long time had passed.

If it weren't for Nangong Xiyue protecting him with her magic power, those whistling gale winds would have long since torn him to shreds.

Novel, exciting, and a little nervous.

Nangong Xiyue, however, looked composed.

Although this was her first time performing spatial travel since becoming a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator, this Divine Ability felt like an instinct carved into her bones, handled with ease, without any sense of unfamiliarity.

She held Ye Xiaoyao with one hand and suddenly turned her head to ask, "By the way, Young Master, this young woman has not yet asked for your name."

Ye Xiaoyao regained his focus and said with a smile, "Fairy Xiyue, my surname is Ye, and my given name is Xiaoyao, the Xiaoyao of free and unfettered."

"Xiaoyao..." Nangong Xiyue chewed on the name and smiled beautifully. "What a dashing name, it suits the Young Master's temperament very well!"

Ye Xiaoyao smiled, his favorable impression of her increasing a little.

He discovered that this Demon Race Empress was not as cold and ruthless as the legends claimed; instead, she was like a gentle Human Race woman.

What he did not know was that Nangong Xiyue was actually quite aloof within the clan, immersed in Cultivation all year round, and rarely communicated with people so gently.

She only acted so gentle and generous in front of Ye Xiaoyao.

After all, Ye Xiaoyao had saved her life, helped her completely dispel the Taiyin Cold Poison, and stabilized her Cultivation.

In her heart, Ye Xiaoyao was already her lucky star.

"We have arrived." Nangong Xiyue raised her hand and waved, and a rift appeared in front of them.

She took a step out with Ye Xiaoyao, and the rift behind them immediately closed, vanishing without a trace.

Ye Xiaoyao's field of vision suddenly opened up.

This was a massive valley, with countless Immortal Caves carved into the cliff walls on both sides, arranged in an orderly manner.

The valley was filled with Spirit Medicine and spirit fruit trees, lush and green, with a clear river winding through, the water making a tinkling sound.

The air was filled with dense Spiritual Qi, more than several times denser than the outside world.

Qingqiu Holy Land! The ancestral grounds of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan.

Ye Xiaoyao looked around and saw small white foxes everywhere in the valley; some were Cultivating, some were playing, and some were working.

They were all low-tier members of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan, around the first or second tier, and had not yet taken human form.

These little foxes clearly did not notice the two in the clouds and continued to play on their own.

Nangong Xiyue did not disturb them, and instead led Ye Xiaoyao through the clouds, flying straight toward the depths of the Holy Land.

There, a magnificent palace stood on the mountaintop, entirely white, glistening with a lustrous sheen under the sunlight.

That was the core of the Qingqiu Holy Land. Qingqiu Palace.

At this moment, on the plaza outside the palace, hundreds of third-tier Nine-Tailed White Foxes were lined up on both sides, waiting quietly.

Their bodies were much larger than their lower-tier counterparts, their fur snow-white, and their nine tails swaying gently behind them.

Nangong Xiyue landed in the center of the plaza with Ye Xiaoyao.

She walked slowly out of the clouds, a plain white dress trailing on the ground, the slit in her skirt faintly revealing her straight, slender, and fair jade legs.

Her face bore a gentle, spring-breeze-like smile, her gait composed, like an Empress returning in triumph after winning a battle.

Ye Xiaoyao walked by her side, his green Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, his figure tall and straight, handsome and elegant.

The two walked side by side, and from a distance, they looked incredibly well-matched, like a pair of immortal lovers.

The little foxes on both sides widened their eyes.

They never expected that the Eldest Princess would actually bring a man back.

And it was a young Human Race Cultivator, whose Cultivation was not high, only at the Early Stage Core Formation.

Shock, confusion, curiosity... Various emotions flashed in their eyes.

But no one dared to show any disrespect.

The Eldest Princess was now a fifth-tier Demon Race Empress, their master, the Dominator of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan.

They bowed their heads one after another, prostrating themselves on the ground to show submission and respect.

These Yao Beasts, who were usually overlords in the outer reaches of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, were now as well-behaved as docile pets.

Ye Xiaoyao followed Nangong Xiyue into the main hall of Qingqiu Palace.

As soon as he entered, he was shocked by the scene before him.

The main hall was magnificent and resplendent.

The surrounding walls were hung with all sorts of rare treasures, emitting dazzling light that was dazzling to the eyes.

The floor was covered with an unknown animal fur rug, which was soft and silent to step on.

The hall was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance, refreshing to the heart.

On both sides of the lower part of the main hall squatted third-tier Late Stage Nine-Tailed White Foxes. They had not yet taken human form.

They prostrated on the ground, heads bowed, not daring to look directly.

At the upper end were the Elders of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan.

They all had cultivation levels above the fourth tier, mostly Fourth Tier Initial Stage or Middle Stage, having taken human form; there were men and women, all wearing luxurious attire.

In the center of the main seat sat a white-haired old man with a deep aura, surprisingly at the Fourth Tier Late Stage.

He was the current Clan Chief of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan, Nangong Xiyue's father — Clan Leader.

Seeing Nangong Xiyue enter, all the clansmen in the hall bowed their heads and prostrated, saluting in unison: "Welcome back, Demon Race Empress!"

"Demon Race Empress" was the respectful title the Yao Race used for a fifth-tier demon emperor.

The fox clan outside the hall heard the sound from inside and also joined in the shouting, the voices rising and falling, echoing throughout the valley.

Nangong Xiyue raised her hand in a gesture of support, her voice clear and bright: "Everyone rise, there is no need for such formalities."

The crowd then stood up one after another, but still kept their heads bowed, not daring to look directly.

All were filled with respect for this Demon Race Empress.

She was the only Demon Race Empress of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan, with a status above the Clan Chief, a being who would lead the entire fox clan to rise in the future.

Ye Xiaoyao had his eyes opened.

He had never seen so many fourth-tier Great Demon Kings in his life, easily a dozen or twenty of them!

And at this moment, they were all standing respectfully before him, not daring to even breathe loudly.

At the same time, he also noticed the gazes that occasionally peeked over.

Those gazes contained shock, curiosity, and a hint of inquiry.

After all, he was a Human Race Cultivator who had suddenly appeared in the Holy Land of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan; it was too conspicuous.

At this time, the Clan Leader at the upper end walked down from the main seat and came to Nangong Xiyue's side.

His face wore a gratified smile, and his eyes were even a bit red.

"Xiyue, you have finally returned safely."

His voice was somewhat choked with emotion, "Father was very worried, thankfully you are alright."

That day, the Taiyin Jade Rabbit Clan had suddenly launched an attack on Nangong Xiyue during her weak period after Undergoing Tribulation; he had led the clansmen to resist with all their might, and both sides suffered casualties.

The Patriarch of the Taiyin Jade Rabbit Clan, Bai Zhirou, had succeeded in her sneak attack, using the Taiyin Cold Poison to severely injure Nangong Xiyue, while she herself had been injured not lightly by the counterattack, eventually choosing to retreat.

Fearing that Bai Zhirou would launch another counterattack, Nangong Xiyue had left the battlefield alone, sealed her Cultivation, and hidden away to heal.

There was a soul lamp of Nangong Xiyue within the clan; they knew she was still alive, but could not sense her location, so they could only wait anxiously.

When Nangong Xiyue recovered her Cultivation and sent a message using her Divine Thought, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his daughter return safely, the heavy stone in the Clan Leader's heart finally fell to the ground.

Nangong Xiyue smiled at her father, then turned to look at Ye Xiaoyao and introduced him: "Father, I was struck by the Taiyin Cold Poison that day and was already in mortal danger. Fortunately, this Young Master Ye took action to save me, helped me dispel the toxins in my body, and also helped me stabilize my Foundation, allowing my Cultivation to completely stabilize."