Chapter 130: Innate Charm Technique

Pushing open the door, Hu Mo immediately spotted a small fox lying at the entrance. Its eyes were tightly shut, as if it had been struck hard and had lost consciousness.

Hu Mo’s gaze fixed on it, and from its breath and the clothes nearby, he instantly recognized this little fox as the young princess of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan.

“No need to crash into the barrier on your own? You’re quite strong,” Hu Mo sighed softly, bending down to lift the little fox from the ground.

So soft! That was Hu Mo’s first impression.

The slippery texture upon touch, the faint sweet fragrance, and the warmth—it all made Hu Mo suddenly reluctant to let her go.

He had thought the human form of Hu Baiwei was already the pinnacle of temptation, yet her beast form exuded an irresistible allure that made one unwilling to part with her.

Composing himself, Hu Mo suppressed the strange sensation and carried her inside, gently laying her on the bed.

He sighed softly, preparing to awaken her. Yet just as he reached out, he stopped abruptly.

If he woke her now, she might immediately transform into her human form. But her clothes lay outside the door, meaning she would be utterly exposed once she changed. This thought suddenly brought a flush to Hu Mo’s face.

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, he hurriedly moved toward the door to retrieve her garments.

At that moment, the previously unresponsive Hu Baiwei suddenly emitted a brilliant white light. Within mere breaths, her body began to elongate and shift, and soon her human form had nearly taken shape.

Hu Mo’s heart raced as he hastily covered her with a blanket. In his flurry, his hand brushed against her tender skin, grazing the softness of her chest. A soft moan escaped her lips, and the white light gradually faded, revealing Hu Baiwei’s delicately covered body and her exquisite face. Her enchanting expression sent a ripple through Hu Mo’s heart.

The Nine-Tailed Fox clan’s innate seductive prowess was fully on display in Hu Baiwei. Even without deliberate effort, her presence was enough to stir a man’s soul, leaving him bewildered and entranced.

Caught off guard, Hu Mo suddenly felt a chilling aura from the Sacred Water King Sovereign, snapping him awake from his daze. He immediately stepped back three meters.

“What formidable charm. If her cultivation hadn’t been sealed, I might have died a dozen times just in those few seconds. The Nine-Tailed Fox clan truly deserves their status as a Royal Beast clan—exceptional indeed!” Hu Mo marveled inwardly. By then, Hu Baiwei had already opened her eyes.

The moment she opened them, something felt amiss. She shivered, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket as she curled up in a corner of the bed, angrily demanding, “What did you do to me? You… you…”

Hu Mo was momentarily stunned by her outburst. After a pause, he forced a wry smile and said, “Princess, I really don’t understand. I only carried you inside because I found you unconscious outside. As for why you’re not properly dressed, that has nothing to do with me! I wouldn’t dare do anything to you.”

A dark vein appeared on Hu Mo’s forehead; such an explanation seemed utterly ineffective under the circumstances.

Biting her lip, Hu Baiwei looked as if she’d been insulted. If any other man saw this, he would probably transform into a gallant protector and fight Hu Mo tooth and nail.

“Anyway… I don’t care. You must take responsibility for me!” Hu Baiwei bit her lip, clutching the blanket tightly, looking as if something had already been done. Anyone witnessing this scene would undoubtedly point the blame at Hu Mo.

“Uh… Princess, how exactly do you want me to take responsibility?” Hu Mo’s throat went dry. He had to admit, Hu Baiwei’s charm was seeping into his bones. Any man’s resistance would falter in her presence.

A subtle smile played across Hu Baiwei’s face. Her eyes shimmered like rippling water, resembling a ripe purple grape that invited a bite.

“Of course, by marrying me and taking responsibility for what you did,” she said, her smile elevating her seductive aura to astonishing heights. Looking at that exquisitely beautiful smile, Hu Mo felt as if a mist clouded his soul, and the water power of the Sacred Water King Sovereign began to wane.

The Nine-Tailed Fox clan’s innate allure was irresistible to any male creature once unleashed. Though it had limits, Hu Baiwei’s current strength posed no threat beneath the War Emperor level.

“Very well, I shall marry you—consider it my honor,” Hu Mo said gently, his voice turning strangely soft. Hu Baiwei inwardly chuckled; her seductive technique had succeeded.

This was a golden opportunity. With Cang Ling absent from the Hu residence and no formidable experts nearby, missing this chance would mean no further opportunities for her.

Slowly lifting the blanket, Hu Baiwei revealed her snow-white skin, filling the room with a rich, intoxicating fragrance. To her, Hu Mo was now trapped in an illusion, oblivious to her current state.

Such was the terror of the Nine-Tailed Fox clan’s charm technique: it affected the soul, inducing illusions to control the victim. Hu Mo’s confusion stemmed from his immersion in the most delightful memories, unable to break free.

She passed by Hu Mo, her delicate fingers teasingly hooking his chin as she licked her lips provocatively. Hu Mo’s gaze was vacant, seemingly yearning to pounce yet hesitant, as if afraid to sully Hu Baiwei’s nobility.

This was the first stage of the charm technique. The next step would be total submission. Should that occur, his soul would no longer belong to him but become Hu Baiwei’s servant.

Hu Baiwei picked up the white garment from outside and slowly dressed herself. A victorious smile graced her lips as she thought, “You sealed my battle power, so what? The Nine-Tailed Fox clan’s innate charm doesn’t require battle power. What you gave me, I will reclaim a hundredfold from your disciple!”

A hint of cruelty flickered in her eyes. She had endured much pain and restraint these days, waiting for Cang Ling’s departure and for the perfect moment.

Today, she had not intended to enact her plan, but she sensed a change in Hu Mo’s power—his cultivation had improved!

This was terrible news for her, as her charm technique had limits. If Hu Mo’s strength reached the War Emperor level, her plan would be utterly ruined.

Yet, as she reached the door, a familiar force suddenly stirred within her.

Wood battle power—and the aura of Chaotic Wood!

Her heart trembled. The Nine-Tailed Fox clan possessed powers of the Five Elements, but primarily fire and wood.

Chaotic Fire, Chaotic Wood—Hu Baiwei instantly regarded Hu Mo as a treasure to be seized! Absorbing all the chaotic fire and wood power within him would elevate her cultivation, possibly even reaching the pinnacle of the ninth-level War Beast.

For this reason, she immediately set her plan in motion, like a famished traveler eager to devour Hu Mo whole.

Dressed and composed, she closed the door, approached Hu Mo, took his hand, and pulled him toward the bed.

Hu Mo showed no resistance, which only deepened Hu Baiwei’s pride—he was finally hers.

“Sit on the bed and look at me,” Hu Baiwei whispered, her simple words laden with magic.

Hu Mo nodded, sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes flickering with a crimson gleam, revealing a strange, otherworldly aura.

“Tell me, who are you?” Hu Baiwei asked softly. Each word transformed into mysterious runes that imprinted upon Hu Mo’s brow.

“Hu Mo.”

“Good. Now, who is the woman who sealed me? Your master?” Hu Baiwei pressed on, her runes multiplying rapidly, drilling into Hu Mo’s forehead.

Hu Mo blinked blankly, nodding and answering, “Yes, she is my master—Cang Ling.”

“What kind of person is she? Do you know her background?” Hu Baiwei’s eyes glowed red, her bewitching aura thickening. She led Hu Mo step by step into the abyss, gently pushing him into scorching lava.

“I don’t know her full background. She’s very powerful—said to have surpassed the gods,” Hu Mo answered earnestly, the red glow in his eyes intensifying.

“Surpassed the gods?” Hu Baiwei mused, furrowing her brow deeply. “That figures—only someone so powerful could so casually reveal our clan’s secrets. If she’s not a god, I’d be surprised. Judging by you, you’re just a pawn to her. How could you possibly know her true background?”

Shaking her head, she smiled bitterly, whispering to herself, “And yet, I am but a pawn too—a discarded piece. Otherwise, how would I have ended up here?”

“But as long as I obtain your power, I can return to my clan. Then, who would dare to underestimate me, Hu Baiwei? Those two little bitches, Xue Jiao and Qiu Rou—when I return, I’ll skin you alive and leave no grave for you!” Her eyes flashed with cruelty, her gaze fixed on Hu Mo greedily.

“Good, very good answer. Now, as proof of your loyalty, give me your chaotic fire and wood power!” Hu Baiwei licked her lips, her face glowing with greed.

“Yes, Mistress,” Hu Mo said respectfully. Two spheres of light appeared in his hands—one fiery red, the other verdant green. Yet within each shimmered a thread of black—the true essence of chaos.

Hu Baiwei almost drooled, her eyes nearly popping from their sockets. Breathing heavily with impatience, she urged, “Give them to me quickly, and I will grant you all you desire.”

“Yes, Mistress. I give them to you,” Hu Mo extended the spheres.

Suddenly, a faint black light flickered in his eyes, followed by a soft chuckle: “What if what I desire is you, Mistress?”