I was terrified! Raising a colossal star beast in the Beast Taming World

Chapter 193 Tickets to the Imperial Sacrifice

Upon hearing this, the anger that had just been suppressed on the face of the Soul Lord of the Frost surged up again, and his semi-transparent body suddenly swelled up a bit, even his voice became sharp.

"Heinous crime? I did nothing!"

It roared in fury, gesturing wildly in the air with both hands: "I was trapped inside that damned Frost Burial Flower for who knows how many years! Finally, someone broke in, and all I wanted was to negotiate a deal with her—a contract—so we could get out together! I even swore in my heart that if I could really get out alive, I would become her pet, loyal and devoted, and repay her kindness!"

At this point, the Soul Master of the Frost Realm's voice suddenly rose, filled with endless grievance: "And what happened! The moment she heard my name, she immediately labeled me as an evil being, shouting for my death, claiming she would represent justice and eliminate me! Eliminate me! I've been trapped for a thousand years, and finally I've seen a living person, but before I could even exchange two words, I was chased and beaten! Is there no justice in this world?! Is there no law?!"

The key issue is that I can't beat it, which makes me angry.

As the Soul Lord of the Frost Soul spoke, he became more and more excited. The ghostly light on his body flickered violently, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the fruit wine in the cup.

Tu Shan Yue was speechless after hearing this. She opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

The banquet hall was silent for a few seconds.

He picked up his glass, took a silent sip, put it down, and then picked it up again for another sip.

As a fox spirit from Qingqiu who has lived for a thousand years, Tu Shan Yue certainly knows how to use eloquent words to comfort her friend.

But it also knew that its old friend's plight was not something that could be easily comforted.

After all, as the old saying goes—the Lord of the Frost Soul is hated by everyone.

This is racial reputation.

It is a prestigious brand accumulated over several eras.

In fact, Tu Shan Yue knew perfectly well that most of the enemies of the Soul Master Ming Shuang were of similar backgrounds.

First, some people, upon hearing the name "Lord of the Frost Soul," concluded it was an evil being. They either beat it up without explanation, made things difficult for it, or formed exorcism teams to defeat it. The Lord of the Frost Soul, being vengeful, sought revenge whenever it suffered a loss. After being retaliated against, the other party became even more convinced of its evil nature, so they gathered more people to join the fight, only for the Lord of the Frost Soul to retaliate even more fiercely.

This cycle repeated itself, and the irreconcilable enmity was thus naturally established.

Tu Shan Yue could even assert that at least three-quarters of the enemies the Frost Soul Master had made over the years were for reasons similar to Xue Youyou's. The remaining quarter were probably brought in to help by its enemies.

This is a vicious cycle.

After a long silence, the Soul Master of the Frost Soul sighed deeply. The anger in his voice dissipated, leaving only deep weariness and helplessness.

"If only I were a fox spirit from Qingqiu."

It murmured, its translucent fingertips gently tracing the rim of the cup: "Who could dislike a fox? It makes friends without saying a word, just by wagging its tail. Unlike now, when I announce my name, nine out of ten draw their weapons, and the remaining one turns and runs. This lousy reputation, I've had enough."

Tu Shan Yue looked at it, its fox tail swaying gently behind it, and said, "Although it's inappropriate, I want to tell a lame joke."

"It's alright, just say it."

"Then shall I tell you?"

"Speak."

"Even if it were the princess of Qingqiu Fox, her reputation would be ruined if she became your friend."

"...That's a really lame joke!"

The Soul Lord of the Frost Soul stopped dwelling on the topic. It took a deep breath, pulled itself out of its low mood, and its expression became serious.

"Tu Shan Yue".

It lowered its voice and asked, "How can you be so sure that Snow White will be chosen as a pawn in the Imperial Festival? If she isn't chosen, then what you said to her today is just an empty promise, isn't it?"

It paused, its eerie eyes narrowing slightly: "According to ancient records, the selection of people for the Imperial Sacrifice is never simply based on strength. Luck, bloodline, temperament, and even the karmic connection with this land are all factors considered. It selects 'pawns,' not simply 'strong individuals.'"

Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Yue slowly curled up a meaningful smile, her fox tail swaying gracefully behind her.

"Old friend, haven't you noticed?"

It stretched out its finger and gently tapped the air, and pale golden light condensed into a crescent shape, shimmering with a cool glow under the candlelight.

"Doesn't Snow White already have a direct ticket to the top?"

The Soul Master of the Underworld frowned, about to ask further, but Tu Shan Yue had already taken over the conversation.

"What makes you think I'm so sure that the Imperial Festival in Yue Lanzhou is about to begin? Just based on a few words in ancient books and centuries of deductions?"

Tu Shanyue shook her head, her fox eyes gleaming: "No. I was only 70% sure before. But today, here, I saw that thing on Bai Xueji's body, and I am finally completely certain that the Emperor's Sacrifice is just around the corner."

The Soul Master of the Frost Soul suddenly trembled, and a ghostly light flashed, as if he had suddenly figured something out.

It suddenly raised its head, and the words that Tu Shanyue had said in the soundproof barrier flashed through its mind: "Yuelanzhou was formed from a fragment of a realm that drifted to this place after the destruction of the Moon Realm, one of the Seven Great Realms, several eras ago."

Fragments of the Moon Realm.

Guanghan Slash.

The Moonlit Sword, slumbering in the snowy, secluded pet space.

Once a renowned imperial beast that guarded the Eternal Night Mist, one of the three holy lands of the Moon Realm.

The Soul Master of the Frost Soul gasped, and the chilling aura surrounding him became disordered, causing the temperature in the banquet hall to drop even further.

"No wonder..." it murmured, its voice so low that only it could hear itself.

No wonder that when Tu Shan Yue saw Su Yao being defeated in the square, it originally intended to take action, but instead chose to stand by and watch. Not only did it not intervene, it even smiled and invited Xue Youyou to take a seat.

Tu Shan Yue already knew that back then.

This cunning fox from Qingqiu saw through everything at first glance.

That direct pass that Xue Youyou had long held firmly in her hands, yet even she herself might not have realized it.

"So you had already foreseen this back then." The Soul Master of the Frost Realm said with a hint of admiration.

Tu Shan Yue raised her wine cup and gestured towards the Soul Master Ming Shuang, the meaningful smile on her lips never fading.

"Otherwise what? I've been waiting idly in Lanzhou for a hundred years, I can't just wait in vain."

The wine glass reflected an amber light under the candlelight, mirroring the golden flames dancing in its eyes. The Soul Master of the Frost Realm remained silent for a long time, then finally smiled with relief, picked up his glass of fruit wine, which was covered with a thin layer of ice, and gently clinked it against Tu Shan Yue's.

The crisp sound of the collision echoed in the spacious banquet hall.

"Let's see how far this interesting beast tamer can go." Tu Shan Yue's voice carried a rare hint of anticipation.