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Chapter 240 Charming Feizhao 5
Fei Zhao led Su An'an to a dilapidated thatched hut on the border of the fox clan. The wooden door creaked open as it was pushed open.

The room was dark and damp, with cobwebs in the corners and the air filled with the bitter smell of herbs mixed with the earthy odor.

The old witch doctor sat hunched over on a low stool, his cloudy eyes fixed on the necklace pendant on Fei Zhao's chest.

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded: "The Broken Bone Tribe is not a place for you."

Su An'an frowned slightly and stepped forward:
"Why? What's so special about them?"

The old witch doctor tapped the dusty table with his withered fingers, his knuckles turning bluish-black:

"They do not believe in the beast god, but only worship the god of fertility, believing that only the purest bloodline is worthy of procreation."

He gave a cold laugh, the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth deepening into deep furrows:
"As for hybrids and useless females? They will either become sacrifices on the altar or be turned into 'nourishment' to water their sacred grass."

"Sacred herb?" Su An'an raised an eyebrow: "Bone-crushing herb?"

“That’s right!” the old witch doctor nodded.

Fei Zhao's nine fox tails tensed instantly, the hairs at the tips standing on end:
How did my mother escape back then?

The old witch doctor remained silent for a moment, his cloudy eyes gazing out the window:
"Gu Xue is a holy maiden of the Broken Bone Tribe, a rare find in a hundred years. Her bloodline is special, and it is said that she can give birth to the most powerful offspring."

She paused, her voice lower, "But she didn't want to participate in their twisted rituals, so she secretly escaped with the help of the Red Fox Clan."

The old witch doctor sighed and shook his head:
"Unfortunately, the high priest of the Red Fox Clan is no better; he also treats her as a tool for reproduction."

"I have already killed the Red Fox High Priest."

Fei Zhao's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and her claws unconsciously extended sharp blades:
"I need to find out about my mother's past, if anyone from the Broken Bone tribe also bullied her..."

Before the words were even finished, an intense killing intent instantly filled the air, causing the temperature inside the room to drop several degrees.

"Calm down!" Su An'an gripped Fei Zhao's hand tightly, the warmth of her palm passing over to her.

He then looked earnestly at the old witch doctor:
"We must not only find out about Fei Zhao's mother's past, but also thwart the conspiracy of the rebel remnants."

"They are colluding with the Shattered Bone Tribe, and who knows how many more people they will harm."

Seeing that the two were determined, a complex emotion flashed in the old witch doctor's cloudy eyes, which ultimately turned into a sigh:
“If you insist on going, do as I say.”

He shakily took out a small bone knife from his pocket, its blade gleaming with an old yellow patina, and gestured for Fei Zhao to extend her wrist.
"To fake the bloodline of the Holy Mother, one must use the blood of the Holy Mother's son in order to deceive their bloodline detection."

Fei Zhao took the bone knife and, without hesitation, slashed her palm.

Blood dripped into the ceramic bowl like beads of blood, spreading dark red ripples at the bottom.

The old witch doctor dipped his finger in blood and drew intricate patterns on Su An'an's wrist.

The dark red lines on the fair skin seemed to wriggle slightly as if they were alive, gleaming with an unusual luster.

"Now,"

The old witch doctor said hoarsely, "Absorb it with your talents."

Su An'an closed her eyes and activated her gene recombination ability, a faint pink divine light emanating from her palm.

Fei Zhao's blood slowly seeped into her skin along the totem patterns, bringing a warm, stinging sensation.

The pink fox ears in her hair trembled slightly, and the cherry-pink hair moved on its own even without wind.

When she opened her eyes again, the girl reflected in the bronze mirror on the table already bore a striking resemblance to Fei Zhao's mother, Gu Xue.

Her bright almond-shaped eyes were glistening with moisture, her slightly upturned nose had a charmingly innocent look, and even the natural curve of her lips was exactly the same.

Fei Zhao's breath hitched, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened, the tips of her fingers taut and straight.

He never imagined that Su An'an adopting his mother's demeanor would evoke such complex feelings in him.

The old witch doctor put away the earthenware bowl and waved his hand:

"Go back. They'll be here for you in less than three hours." The dilapidated inn in the Qing Shi tribe reeked of mildew.

The bed creaked and groaned as I turned over, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Su An'an sat by the window, bathed in the soft silvery glow of the moonlight.

The fox ears in her pink hair trembled slightly in the night breeze.

Will they really come?

She asked softly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the faded totem on her wrist.

Fei Zhao stroked the necklace pendant, the fragments of bone inside gleaming coldly in the moonlight:
"The Bone Shattering Tribe's obsession with the bloodline of their Mother Holy Female is more tenacious than a moth's pursuit of a flame."

He paused, then added, "Especially when the rebels need to leverage their strength."

A dark shadow suddenly swept past the window, and the wind it stirred up made the window paper flutter.

The two exchanged a glance; the prey had taken the bait.

In the darkness, a pair of green eyes peered through the crack in the window.

His pupils reflected the fox ears swaying in Su An'an's hair, gleaming with greedy light.

Su An'an pretended to yawn, lay down on the bed, and pulled the thin blanket over her shoulders.

She slowed her breathing and pretended to be asleep, but in reality, her whole body was tense, and her fingertips secretly gripped the dagger hidden under her pillow.

Fei Zhao lay down beside her, deliberately hunching over, looking timid and cowardly.

Only the tip of its tail, hanging down at its side, remained alert, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

A wisp of black mist seeped in from under the door, twisting and swirling on the ground before gradually coalescing into several figures.

They were several foxes covered in black tattoos, their eyes glowing with an eerie green light in the darkness, like the eyes of wolves in the night.

The leading male fox raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of transparent scale powder on Su An'an.

The powder fell into her hair and instantly turned into a glaring red, burning brightly in the dim light.

His voice was as cold as ice: "As expected, they are descendants of Lord Gu Xue, with a bloodline purity even higher than anticipated."

Su An'an feigned surprise, then shrank back in alarm, frantically clutching her clothes:

"Who are you? Why have you barged into my room?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come with us."

The tall male fox next to her impatiently reached out, his fingernails bluish-black, to grab her arm.

Fei Zhao narrowed her eyes, nervously pounced from the corner, and deliberately bumped into the male fox:
"Don't hurt me, Mistress! Let's talk this out."

The tall male impatiently raised his foot and kicked Fei Zhao hard: "Useless trash, get lost! You dare to touch the Holy Mother?"

"Don't hurt him!"

Su An'an bit her lip, her eyes reddening as she trembled.
“I will go with you, but he is my beastly husband and must come with me.”

She deliberately pronounced the words "beast husband" softly and quickly, as if afraid of being rejected.

The leading male sneered, sweeping Fei Zhao over with the look of someone staring at a dead man:
"Forget it, she's just a piece of trash. I'll take her with me. It'll save this little female from crying and getting in the way."

Fei Zhao slumped helplessly to the ground, her wisps of hair covering half her face.

Behind the glasses, his gaze was as cold as a knife chilled to the bone, its tip slowly curling in the shadows, poised to strike.

(End of this chapter)