Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 1318: Chapter 356: Ranran: Let’s Skip the Plot Together_3

Zi Yanran held a teacup, gazing at its exquisite surface: ”Hmm, nice teacup.”

Yuchi: ”...”

Such a stiff topic change!

Zi Yanran coughed slightly, his gaze falling on a nearby fox spirit: ”Go, entertain our guest, have a sip of blood to calm the nerves.”

Fox Spirit: ”Yes~~~”

This damn sweet voice could rejuvenate winter-withered wheat, making it proudly gaze at the sky.

”A sip of blood to calm the nerves? What does this mean?”

Yuchi was quite curious.

While Yuchi was still pondering, the fox spirit stood up, walked over, and sat beside him. The aroma was entirely filled with a mystical aura, completely different from the scent of human female cultivators.

Too... too overwhelming!

”No wonder Xu Xian couldn’t resist Bai Suzhen; if it were me, I wouldn’t stand a chance either.”

Yuchi swallowed hard, secretly checked the painting card to confirm that Yin Shuang hadn’t bitten his finger, then smiled and asked the fox spirit: ”Miss, do you have a family?”

The fox spirit coyly smiled: ”Why tease me, sir? Just call me Ranran!”

Yuchi: ”Nice name!”

The fox, Ranran, pulled out a cup made of porcelain, seemingly a style commonly used by cultivators, but it wasn’t clean now.

Inside the cup was a crust of dark red blood, clearly meant for holding blood.

As Yuchi started to question his life choices, Ranran smoothly used a knife to slit her arm, and as Yuchi’s eyes widened, the steaming blood began to flow into the cup!

Ranran: ”Sir, please!”

Yuchi: ”???”

”This... this is damn unsanitary, there’s a risk of infection!”

”Brother, can I cook it before drinking?”

”No, please!”

Yuchi’s heart was filled with resistance, this was an old tradition, but drinking blood? Is this a blood oath? Even for a blood oath, it’s not done like this! So why drink blood as if it’s a normal thing... No, this blood is not sanitary at all.

Ranran pinched Yuchi’s cheek with her delicate fingers, her enticing appearance captivating him: ”Yuchi, sir, this is our mystical ritual, our highest ceremony. Drinking our blood means you are one of us, as the saying goes... how’s it go... something about friends?”

Yuchi felt Ranran’s astonishing warmth and reminded her: ”Having friends from afar.”

Ranran was pleased, leaning her forehead onto Yuchi’s chest, looking up at him sadly but seriously:

”Once you drink our mystical blood, you’ll develop a basic perception of our kind, which means if you come to our lower three regions and encounter creatures resembling Black Flame attacking, if they’re not Black Flame but one of us, you’ll sense it. So, please spare us then.”

”Sometimes we don’t want to, not all mystical creatures band together; many wander alone, unable or scared to reveal their true selves, often getting beaten by cultivators, resulting in chaotic encounters.”

”So, when you develop this perception, please take care of our kin a bit!”

”Brother, okay?”

Ranran knelt before Yuchi, her face pitiful yet intricately delicate, looking up at him, holding a blood bowl with her blood-stained fair hands, shyly gazing at him.

The best view is atop a mountain, gazing down at all others.

Yuchi swallowed hard: How can I resist this? I can’t resist at all! Who could resist this?! It’s truly irresistible!

Drink, drink, drink...

Can’t I just take big sips? For Ranran, I’ll give it my all!

Yuchi, ready to restart life if necessary, took the cup and drank the blood in one gulp.

”Damn it! Healthy and safe! Clean and sanitary!”

Yuchi wiped the blood from his mouth, honestly worried about becoming a story and the story being seen by mischievous kids who try to imitate it, then crash, and parents blame him.

Thinking of that made his scalp tingle.

Quickly he added a few points in his heart:

If future generations see my story, please, either skip this part with Ranran altogether or turn this blood green and flash bold red text on the screen.

This isn’t blood, this is wheat juice, kids, little flowers, you can’t withstand any hardship, please drink more wheat juice and such.

Think of it as thanks to your ancestors for eight generations.

After thinking that, he felt much lighter.

Finally, he said, ”For the sake of the plot, if similar, purely coincidental,” then returned his gaze to Ranran, who joyfully leaned on his knee, her long enchanting hair very smooth, clearly hoping Yuchi would pat her head.