Chapter 477: All are Foxes, So Don’t Talk About Strange Tales

At this thought, Wu Manyue felt a little relieved. A playful, cold smile played on her lips. With her hands clasped around her full bosom, she watched Jiang Fan, full of anticipation for him to make a fool of himself.

Jiang Fan held the three small black flags in one hand. Simultaneously, he secretly performed a cultivation technique. After chanting an obscure spell, he touched each of the three black flags with his fingertips.

"Jump!"

A scene that froze Wu Manyue's expression appeared. Three motionless Core Formation Realm Stage 5 puppets simultaneously jumped in place.

"Lie down!"

After landing, the three puppets immediately flopped onto the snow, remaining completely still despite the biting cold ground.

"Fight each other!"

Bang! Crack!

Without hesitation, the three puppets immediately began fighting each other, using their full strength, fearless of pain or death as they fought to the bitter end.

"Stop! Walk forward individually!"

The three puppets, now bearing injuries, stopped fighting and walked straight ahead in different directions. They each walked about five li before stopping motionlessly.

Jiang Fan nodded slightly: "The black flags control them within a radius of about five li."

"Beyond this range, the puppets will no longer obey commands."

Facing a dangerous army of death, five li could hardly be called very safe. But it was certainly much safer than facing it alone. Plus, with the Turtle Breath Cloak, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"You... you succeeded?" Wu Manyue's alluring red lips parted slightly. Her crystal eyes were filled with shock. Her mind was a blank. She had clearly given him a fake cultivation technique, so why was Jiang Fan able to cultivate it successfully? It shouldn't be possible!

Jiang Fan said with a half-smile, "I have to thank Senior Sister Wu for writing down the key points of the cultivation technique in such detail. Otherwise, how could I possibly have succeeded?"

"Uh—"

Liang Feiyan looked startled. "No way, did this woman really write a cultivation technique for Junior Brother Jiang?"

Xie Liushu rubbed his nose: "Is Junior Brother Jiang's charm that potent? This woman is clearly not someone to mess with, yet she actually obediently wrote the cultivation technique."

Xia Chaoge also looked surprised. After pondering for a moment, as if understanding something, she sighed softly: "He truly lives up to his reputation as a gentleman among flowers."

She was truly convinced. She could understand other women throwing themselves at Jiang Fan. But Wu Manyue... they were clearly mortal enemies just a moment ago. And the next moment, she taught him such a core cultivation technique in its entirety. It was simply outrageous.

"Perhaps, only the women of the demon race are beyond Jiang Fan's ability to handle?" She sighed silently.

As the person involved, Wu Manyue, however, was completely bewildered. When had she ever written down detailed key points?

"Chaoge, you and the senior brothers continue to guard Jie Mountain. I'm going to the demon territory." With that, he waved the three black flags, and the three puppets converged around Jiang Fan one after another.

Wu Manyue immediately became anxious. "What are you going to do with my puppets?"

"Your puppets?" Jiang Fan shook his head, correcting her: "Since Senior Sister Wu passed on the puppetry technique to me, she has acknowledged me as the master of the black flags. From now on, both the black flags and the puppets are mine. Senior Sister Wu, please mind your words."

Wu Manyue's teeth ground audibly. A few of her teeth were almost ground to dust. Suddenly, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she said with a smile, "You remind me, I'd almost forgotten. Since I passed on the puppetry technique to you, shouldn't you also honor our agreement and return the fifty demon cores to me?"

Although in her view, fifty demon cores were far less valuable than her legacy, being able to exchange them for a jade talisman capable of a Nascent Soul Realm attack would still recover most of her losses.

Jiang Fan nodded: "Of course, I will honor our agreement. You can rest assured about that." Despite his words, he made no move.

Wu Manyue frowned: "What do you mean? Are you going back on your word?"

Jiang Fan shrugged, saying, "I never said I'd give them to you right now, did I? Giving them to you later wouldn't be breaking the agreement either."

Later? How much later? After the merit bounty mission ends? Or after the war between humans and demons subsides? Or when she's about to die of old age?

"You liar!" Wu Manyue's eyes blazed with fury. Her delicate fists clenched, and she was about to rush forward and fight Jiang Fan to the death. On second thought, she held herself back. A mature and elegant woman must always control her emotions. Of course, most importantly, she couldn't defeat Jiang Fan. Grinding her teeth, she glared fiercely at Jiang Fan.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." Jiang Fan waved his hand.

Wu Manyue watched her three precious puppets leave with Jiang Fan. Her eyes were full of heartache. When she first received that legacy, she had only acquired five black flags in total. She had used four of them. The flowery python controlled by one flag was killed by Jiang Fan, and that black flag was destroyed. And the last three were also taken by Jiang Fan! Could this little rascal be her nemesis?

No! She couldn't just let it go. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she lifted her wine-red sheer long dress, her enchanting figure quickly giving chase. Her charming and alluring face showed a friendly smile. "Senior Sister will go with you!"

Heh heh. Anyone could tell from a mile away that this woman had ill intentions. "No need, this trip is somewhat dangerous. You'd best not follow," Jiang Fan reminded her seriously.

How could Wu Manyue believe that? Quite a few disciples from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had gone to the demon territory. If there were any danger, they would have returned long ago. "Junior Brother Jiang, I've handed over cultivation techniques as precious as my life to you. Are you just going to abandon me like this?" Her tone was mournful, showing a pitiful expression. Her two small hands were crossed over her chest, not knowing where to put them. She followed Jiang Fan step by step, the distance neither far nor close. As if, too far she might lose him, too close she might annoy Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan almost admired this woman. Anyone who didn't know would truly think he had done something to this woman. He reminded her again: "I'm genuinely warning you, there really is danger on this trip. If you're not afraid, then come along. Just don't blame me if you encounter danger then." Considering the puppets Wu Manyue had provided, Jiang Fan warned her repeatedly. If this woman was stubborn enough to follow, there was nothing he could do.

"Hehe!" Wu Manyue's worry turned to joy. She quickly caught up, affectionately hooking her arm through Jiang Fan's. Her full figure pressed against him, and with teary eyes, she giggled charmingly, "I knew Junior Brother wouldn't abandon me."

This scene made several men grit their teeth. Liang Feiyan's eyes widened: "Alright, alright! So you're flaunting your affection, huh? Let's go! Let's see which clueless demon beast couples are running wild on Jie Mountain. I'll break up every couple I see, and every group I see!"

Xia Chaoge cast a somewhat resentful glance at Jiang Fan. She pouted slightly: "He knows she's a bad woman, yet he still dares to keep her by his side. I hope you don't come back crying!"

After crossing Jie Mountain, Jiang Fan then employed a movement technique, moving across the snowfield. All along the way, he left no footprints, not a single trace in the snow.

He turned his head to look at Wu Manyue behind him. With one step, she sank into snow higher than herself, with only her head visible. She managed to jump up, took one step forward, and sank into the snow again. After several attempts, she was both annoyed and anxious. Without a spirit beast, traveling in this place was pure torment. When Jiang Fan looked at her, she blushed even more: "What are you looking at? Aren't you going to help me up?"

She had expected Jiang Fan to persuade her to go back at this point. To her surprise, Jiang Fan pondered for a moment. He actually turned back, stepped lightly beside her, and pulled her out of the snow. Then, with one arm around her, he sped across the snowfield.

If they were to encounter a strong enemy later, someone like Wu Manyue, who left numerous traces in the snow, was clearly excellent expendable material for diverting enemy attention. Jiang Fan, on the other hand, could move without leaving a trace in the snow, slipping away silently.

As for her safety... Jiang Fan didn't believe that, given Wu Manyue's cunning, she wouldn't have a trump card for survival. In fact, Jiang Fan was certain that her current appearance of being unable to keep up was feigned. Her purpose was to make Jiang Fan lower his guard. If real danger arose, this woman might not be any slower than him when running.

"You fellow, what wicked ideas are you brewing?" Suddenly, Wu Manyue's eyes, deep and thoughtful, scrutinized Jiang Fan's gaze. Suspicion flickered in her eyes from time to time.