Chapter 477 - 477 477 Since Were All Foxes Lets Not Talk

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Since We’re All Foxes, Let’s Not Talk About Ghost Stories Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Since We’re All Foxes, Let’s Not Talk About Ghost Stories With this in mind,

Wu Manyue slightly lowered her guard.

With a hint of a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, she crossed her arms over her chest and eagerly watched Jiang Fan make a fool of himself.

Jiang Fan held three small black flags in one hand.

Simultaneously, he secretly performed a cultivation technique. After reciting an obscure spell, he tapped each of the three black flags with his fingertips.

“Jump!”

An astonishing scene that made Wu Manyue’s expression freeze occurred.

The three motionless puppets at the fifth layer of the Core Formation Realm simultaneously jumped on the spot.

“Lie down!”

Upon landing, the three puppets immediately fell prone on the snow, remaining motionless despite the biting cold of the ground.

“Fight each other!”

Bang, crash—

The three puppets immediately began to fight each other without hesitation, exerting their full strength, unafraid of pain or death, fighting as if their lives depended on it.

“Stop! Walk forward!”

The three puppets, now covered in battle scars, stopped fighting and walked straight in different directions.

They each walked about five miles before stopping and standing still.

Jiang Fan nodded slightly: “The range of control for the black flags is around five miles.”

“Beyond this range, the puppets will no longer obey orders.”

Facing a deadly army, five miles couldn’t be considered very safe.

But it was much safer than facing them alone.

Plus, with the Turtle Breath Cloak,

the problem wasn’t significant.

“You…you mastered it?” Wu Manyue’s alluring red lips parted slightly.

Her crystal-clear eyes were filled with shock.

Her mind was blank.

She had clearly handed over fake techniques, so how could Jiang Fan have succeeded?

It shouldn’t be possible.

Jiang Fan laughed faintly: “I have to thank Senior Sister Wu for writing the key points of the cultivation technique so thoroughly.”

“Otherwise, how could I have possibly mastered it?”

Uh—

Liang Feiyan was dumbfounded.

“No way, she actually wrote a cultivation technique for Junior Brother Jiang?”

Xie Liushu touched his nose: “Junior Brother Jiang is really that charming, huh?”

“This woman clearly isn’t easy to deal with, yet she obediently wrote the technique.”

Xia Chaoge was also filled with surprise.

After pondering for a moment, as if understanding something, she sighed softly:

“Truly a man of the flower fields.”

She was genuinely convinced.

Other women throwing themselves at Jiang Fan, she could understand.

But Wu Manyue…who had just been a mortal enemy moments ago.

Had now handed over such a crucial cultivation technique.

Utterly absurd.

“Perhaps, only women of the Demon Race might be beyond Jiang Fan’s grasp?”

She sighed quietly.

As for Wu Manyue, she was utterly confused.

When had she written such detailed key points?

“Chaoge, you and the senior brothers continue to guard Boundary Mountain.”

“I’ll make a trip to the Demon Race territory.”

Saying this, he waved the three black flags, and the three puppets gathered around Jiang Fan.

Wu Manyue panicked immediately.

“What are you taking my puppets for?”

“Your puppets?”

Jiang Fan shook his head and corrected her:

“Since Senior Sister Wu passed the Puppetry Technique to me, it means you acknowledged me as the owner of the black flags.”

“From now on, the black flags and puppets are mine.”

“Please mind your words, Senior Sister Wu.”

Wu Manyue’s teeth ground noisily.

Her clenched teeth were almost grinding to pieces.

Suddenly.

Her charming eyes rolled, and she smiled sweetly: “You reminded me.”

“Since I passed the Puppetry Technique to you, shouldn’t you honor our agreement and return the fifty Demon Cores to me?”

Though in her perspective, the fifty Demon Cores were far less valuable compared to her inherited techniques,

exchanging them for a Nascent Soul Strike jade talisman would make up for most of the loss.

Jiang Fan nodded: “Of course I will honor the agreement.”

“Rest assured.”

Although he said this, there was no movement from his hand at all.

Wu Manyue frowned: “What do you mean?”

“Are you cheating?”

Jiang Fan shrugged: “I never said I’d give them to you now.”

“Giving them to you later also keeps the agreement.”

Later?

When exactly?

When the merit reward mission ends?

Or when the war between the Human Clan and the Demon Race settles?

Or until she’s old and about to die?

“You liar!” Wu Manyue’s eyes blazed with fury.

She clenched her fists, ready to charge at Jiang Fan in a desperate fight.

Thinking it over, she held back.

A mature and elegant woman should always control her emotions.

Of course, the main reason was she couldn’t beat Jiang Fan.

Grinding her silver teeth.

She glared fiercely at Jiang Fan.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”

Jiang Fan waved his hand.

Wu Manyue watched as her three precious puppets followed Jiang Fan away.

Her eyes filled with pain.

When she initially acquired that legacy, she only got five black flags in total.

She used four.

One controlled the patterned python Jiang Fan killed, and the black flag was destroyed.

The remaining three were now taken by Jiang Fan!

This little rascal, could he be my nemesis?

No way!

I can’t let it slide.

Her charming eyes rolled, lifting her wine-red gauzy dress, her seductive figure quickly catching up.

With a charming and affectionate smile, she said, “Senior Sister will accompany you!”

Heh.

Even a fool could tell this woman had no good intentions.

“No need, this trip is dangerous, you better not follow.” Jiang Fan seriously warned.

Would Wu Manyue believe that?

Many Tianji Pavilion disciples went to the Demon Race territory.

If there was danger, they would have returned long ago.

“Junior Brother Jiang, I entrusted my life and heritage technique to you.”

“Are you going to abandon me after all that?”

She said painfully, looking pitiful.

Her small hands crossed on her chest, uncertain where to place them.

She followed Jiang Fan closely, maintaining a moderate distance.

As if afraid of losing him if too far, or provoking his displeasure if too close.

Jiang Fan had some admiration for her.

Anyone ignorant might think he really did something to this woman.

He reminded her again: “I kindly warn you, true danger lies ahead.”

“If you’re not afraid, then come along.”

“When danger strikes, don’t blame me.”

Considering Wu Manyue provided the puppets, Jiang Fan warned again.

If this woman insisted on following, he could do nothing about it.

“Hehe!”

Wu Manyue turned her frown upside down, quickly caught up, and affectionately took Jiang Fan’s arm.

Her full figure pressed against him, she laughed with tears: “I knew Junior Brother wouldn’t abandon me.”

This scene made several men grit their teeth.

Liang Feiyan’s eyes widened: “Alright, alright! Dog food, huh?”

“Let’s go!”

“See what other demon beast couples are causing trouble on Boundary Mountain.”

“I’ll break up every pair and every group I see!”

Xia Chaoge gave Jiang Fan a wistful look.

Pouting slightly: “Knowing she’s a bad woman, yet you still bring her along.”

“Hope you don’t come back crying!”

Crossing Boundary Mountain.

Jiang Fan used his movement technique, skirting along the snowfield.

Moving across the snow without leaving a trace.

He turned back to glance at Wu Manyue behind him.

Each step she took plunged her into snow deeper than her height, only her head sticking out.

After much effort to jump out, a step forward, and she’d sink into the snow again.

Repetitively.

She was both frustrated and anxious.

Without a spirit beast, traversing here was sheer torture.

Noticing Jiang Fan watching her, she blushed: “What are you looking at?”

“Aren’t you going to give me a hand?”

Thinking Jiang Fan might finally dissuade her from following.

Unexpectedly.

After a brief thought, Jiang Fan did return, lightly stepping to her side, and pulled her out of the snow.

Then, holding her by the waist, he sped across the snowfield.

If they encountered a formidable enemy later.

Someone like Wu Manyue, leaving many traces in the snow, was an ideal decoy.

Jiang Fan could then leave without a trace, silently disappearing.

As for her safety…

Jiang Fan didn’t believe that someone as cunning as Wu Manyue wouldn’t have life-saving means.

In fact.

Jiang Fan was sure she was feigning her struggle to keep up.

To make him lower his guard.

If real danger arose, this woman would likely run faster than him.

“What schemes are you brewing?”

Suddenly.

Wu Manyue’s eyes glimmered as she scrutinized Jiang Fan’s gaze.

Doubt flickering in her eyes.