There was a record in the Classic of Mountains and Seas that read, "Foxes dwell upon mountains in the realm of Green Hill, having four feet, nine tails, and crying like a baby. They occasionally devour humans, thought those who consume the flesh of the nine-tail fox would unmeet vile Daemonic Qi."
Jiang He was aware of that extract as he had read about that myth on the internet before he attacked the Green Hill Foxes.
"But what does 'unmeet vile Daemonic Qi' mean?"
"Does that mean I won't fear Daemonic Qi after I eat the flesh of the Nine Tailed Fox?"
As the idea struck Jiang He—he studied the Nine Tailed Fox from head to toe, his gaze eventually lingering on her chest.
Eat, my foot.
What was there to eat? The only meat this Nine Tailed Fox had was on her breasts.
"Why are you staring at your humble servant like that, Master?"
