Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 110

Bai Hu was naturally formed by Song Ling using the Myriad Transformations.

He coveted the rare treasures, martial arts techniques, and secret manuals of the Hegemon Palace, but he had to be wary of the immortal cultivator behind it. Therefore, entering the Hegemon Palace as an inconspicuous pet, following Xia Xinghe, was undoubtedly the most secure method.

The Hegemon Palace was located on Mount Molan in the northwest of Nangou County. After several days of travel, the convoy arrived safely.

At the entrance, a beautifully dressed woman with many attendants behind her was already waiting.

“Mother!”

Xia Xinghe ran and threw himself into the woman’s embrace.

“My child, you’ve been out for so many days, are you not hurt? Let Mother see.” The woman gently stroked Xia Xinghe’s head, her eyes filled with love and care. Her face was gentle, and time had left faint traces on her face, but it only added a few touches of mature charm.

Xia Xinghe smiled and shook his head, his expression excited. “Mother, I’m fine. Oh, I brought you a surprise!”

Saying that, he turned around and gently patted the white fox following behind him.

“Mother, this is Bai Li. Like our previous Bai Hua, it’s all white. Isn’t it beautiful?”

The woman’s face froze, and she smiled somewhat unnaturally. “Mm, it’s very beautiful.”

“Right? Mother, let me tell you, A’Li it—” Xia Xinghe seemed completely unaware of the slight anomaly in the woman’s expression and continued excitedly to say something, but halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong, Xinghe?” the woman asked, puzzled.

Xia Xinghe shook his head and said with a smile, “Nothing, Mother. Let’s not stand at the main entrance. Today is your birthday. Let’s go in quickly. I want to toast you with tea instead of wine!”

“Good, good child.”

…

In the evening, after the birthday banquet, Xia Xinghe returned to his bedchamber.

“A’Li, why didn’t you let me tell Mother that you can speak during the day?” Xia Xinghe asked the white fox beside him, lying on the bed.

“A’Li’s voice can only be heard by you, Master, and… I’m a little afraid of letting others know about my specialness.”

Song Ling pretended that after several days of adaptation, his speech had become fluent.

When he conversed with Xia Xinghe now, he used a sound transmission ability obtained after a sound wave martial art broke through its limits. It could precisely transmit his voice into the ears of a specific target, which was quite practical.

“Alright, I understand. Since A’Li, you don’t want others to know, then I respect your choice… But A’Li, didn’t I tell you that we’re friends? You don’t need to call me Master!” Xia Xinghe stroked the white fox’s head.

“A’Li understands, Xinghe.”

“Mm-hm!”

After Xia Xinghe chatted with Song Ling for a while longer, he fell into a dream.

In the following days, Song Ling pretended to be a curious little fox, letting Xia Xinghe take him wandering around the Hegemon Palace to familiarize himself with the terrain.

During this process, Song Ling learned the locations of the martial arts manuals and various treasures through questioning. These places were usually heavily guarded and impenetrable. Without the Palace Lord’s token, even Xia Xinghe could not easily enter.

In addition, Song Ling also discovered a particularly strange place.

It was an independent three-story pavilion. According to Xia Xinghe, no treasures had ever been seen being transported there, but its defenses were even more stringent than the other treasure pavilions. The strangest thing was that three meals a day were delivered there, as if someone lived inside.

Song Ling silently noted everything in his mind.

One day, Xia Xinghe took Song Ling to the back mountain. After a steep path, they descended from a cliff edge along vines and reached a rather secluded cave.

“A’Li, this is a secret base I accidentally discovered when I was little. No one knows about it except me!” Xia Xinghe proudly told Song Ling.

Song Ling looked around and saw some simple bedding, pots, and pans in the cave, but they looked quite old, probably moved down by Xia Xinghe piece by piece when he was a child.

“Xinghe is truly amazing,” Song Ling praised Xia Xinghe.

“Haha…”

Xia Xinghe was filled with joy. Being able to share his childhood secrets with his A’Li made him very happy.

The two stayed in the cave for a long time and only returned to Xia Xinghe’s bedchamber at night.

Night.

Xia Xinghe was lying in bed, already fast asleep.

Song Ling lay beside him, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, contemplating his next plan of action.

Suddenly, a slight rustle of footsteps startled him.

Song Ling opened his eyes and saw a masked figure in black climb through the window into the room. After observing for a moment, the figure tiptoed towards them.

“Is this person here to harm Xia Xinghe? Could it be that other factions within the Martial Alliance can’t stand the Hegemon Palace’s sole dominance and want to make Xia Tianlei heirless?” Song Ling’s mind raced, and he instantly thought of many possibilities.

However, he soon realized he was wrong.

This person was not here to kill Xia Xinghe but to kill him, this weak and helpless little fox.

The black-clad figure carefully approached, then grabbed the white fox’s neck to prevent it from making a sound. Then, she took out a packet of powder from her clothes and was about to feed it into its mouth.

“Poison?”

Song Ling’s mind turned, and his front paw instantly transformed into a thick, powerful hand, directly gripping the black-clad figure’s neck.

“Wh—”

The black-clad figure’s eyes showed horror, but in the next instant, her neck was directly twisted, and she died silently.

Song Ling removed the mask from the black-clad figure’s face and found that he had seen this person before.

“This person is one of the maids behind Xia Xinghe’s mother that day…”

“So that’s how it is…”

Song Ling recalled the dog named Bai Hua that Xia Xinghe had raised in his childhood, and a sudden realization dawned on him.

It seemed that Xia Xinghe’s childhood was not as harmonious as he remembered…

Song Ling looked at the black-clad figure’s corpse and pondered for a moment.

He originally didn’t want to bother with such trivial matters, but the other party had already affected his plan. If he ignored it, it would also be trouble for him.

“Forget it, having a mother with such a strong desire for power is not a good thing for Xia Xinghe. I’ll help him get rid of her.”

Song Ling made up his mind, and his body twisted and transformed. A few breaths later, he became the black-clad figure. After changing clothes and hiding the corpse, he left the room and walked straight towards Xia Xinghe’s mother’s bedchamber.

The mother and son’s bedchambers were not very far apart. Soon, Song Ling arrived.

There were two guards outside. With the black-clad figure’s face, Song Ling walked directly through the main door.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Xia Xinghe’s mother came forward and asked:

“How was it? Is it done?”

Song Ling nodded. “It’s done.”

Before the woman’s face could show joy, he grabbed her slender neck and whispered in her ear:

“Bai Hua said it misses you down below.”

The woman’s expression was terrified. In the next instant—

“Crack.”

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