I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

The relationship between this human and beast is likely similar to that between Mo Xin and himself, a mutually supportive one that allows Murong Haiyi to surpass others of the same level in combat power.

Yan Ziming glanced at the Qilin out of the corner of his eye and thought to himself that it was a pity.

Qilin's abilities and attributes are completely incomparable to his own and Ye Qianxue's, making it impossible for him to achieve what Murong Haiyi did. Otherwise, Yan Ziming's combat power would likely have been raised even higher.

Yan Ziming felt surprise, while Murong Haiyi felt horror.

He stared blankly at the Qilin, knowing very well that its strength was definitely higher than his own White Tiger, and even he himself was not very confident of defeating the Qilin.

Without a doubt, this Qilin has broken through to S-rank and has embarked on the true path of growth.

Murong Haiyi knew all too well how difficult it was for a fairy spirit to break through to S-rank.

When he first met the White Tiger, it was already at a level close to B. However, thanks to the luck that the White Tiger brought him, he obtained S-level crystal cores more than once. Undoubtedly, he fed them all to the White Tiger, but it only managed to reach A-level, and then it was difficult to make any further progress.

That's why he was shocked by this S-class Qilin, because it was too difficult to raise, to the point that he and the entire Murong family couldn't afford it.

"How...how did it grow to this point? It shouldn't be like this, I've invested so many resources and it's only this big!!"

Murong Haiyi was eager to know this. As long as Baihu broke through to S-rank, the bottleneck of the eighth rank would no longer exist. This effect would be far-reaching and could continue until he reached the ninth rank.

Yan Ziming's lips twitched. For Xiao Ze to improve to this level, the resources required were astronomical, enough to use up a sequence-level crystal core!

Although they extracted a lot of nutrients from the crystal core, nearly a third of it was still consumed by Xiaoze, allowing him to grow to the S-rank level.

"Don't even think about it. You couldn't do it even if you sold your entire Murong family."

Yan Ziming helplessly shrugged and advised Murong Haiyi to give up on the idea.

"Tch, just say it if you don't want to talk about it." Murong Haiyi thought Yan Zimo was being overly protective, clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, had the white tiger revert to its totem form on his back, and was about to leave.

“Wait, you just said ‘I put in so many resources to make it’... right?” Yan Ziming suddenly narrowed his eyes.

She noticed a blind spot: the white tiger's growth was far beyond what Yan Ziming had seen when he first encountered the Qilin, indicating that it had evolved several times in between. So why didn't it trigger a chain reaction?

For example, beast tides or something?

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"So you mean you made it evolve several times along the way?"

"I don't seem to have any obligation to answer your question," Murong Haiyi said coldly.

"In exchange—I can tell you what you just wanted to know."

"make a deal."

Yan Ziming's lips curled into a smile: "Let me make this clear first, I'm not joking. The price is a sequence-level crystal core, understand?"

Murong Haiyi's expression immediately turned ashen, his face full of black lines. If it weren't for the fact that she was the niece of the Marshal of China, he would definitely think that Yan Ziming was making a fool of him.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. Now it's your turn. Go ahead and say it." Yan Ziming crossed his arms, looking like he was all ears.

"...It only evolved once, and that's it."

"Did it cause... any disturbance in the surrounding area? Or was there any significant noise during the evolution?" Yan Ziming pressed.

Murong Haiyi shook his head: "No."

Yan Ziming frowned.

That's strange, it doesn't make sense. Did I find a fake Qilin? Or did he find a fake White Tiger?

Chapter Forty-Six: The Scene of Catching Adultery

After thinking for about ten breaths and still not coming up with a solution, Yan Ziming had no choice but to leave it for another day and report the matter to his uncle so they could consider it.

"What...what are you doing?"

A clear, cold female voice appeared from all directions. The ethereal sound formed invisible walls, freezing Yan Ziming and Murong Haiyi in place. The two felt that the air was thicker than water, making it difficult to breathe.

Murong Haiyi, in particular, broke out in a cold sweat, his lips twitching unnaturally, as if he had been threatened with death.

Yan Ziming's expression was somewhat strange. She recognized the voice; without a doubt, it belonged to Mu Mu, that perverted sadist. Why was she here? And why was she immobilized, trying to have some kind of special play?

"What do you want by freezing me in place?"

Yan Ziming said helplessly, his body crackling with lightning, and his dark, jade-like eyes shooting out torch-like beams of light. The overwhelming pressure suddenly seemed to deflate and vanished quickly.

However, this scene only remained within a one-meter radius of Yan Ziming, and Murong Haiyi was still firmly pinned down.

Yan Ziming was secretly astonished. Even with his will fully activated, he could only create such a small space for himself. The difference was too great.

So, is the ninth rank really just a process of a carp transforming into a dragon?

Moreover, Mu Mu definitely didn't use her full strength.

Mu Mu appeared abruptly from the void without making a sound, completely unnoticed, demonstrating his mastery of spatial abilities.

She glanced at Yan Ziming, then at Murong Haiyi, who was shirtless, and her expression turned slightly unpleasant.

In the middle of the night, a man and a woman dressed like that, what are they doing? Do we even need to guess?

Mu Mu then asked, "What are you doing in the middle of the night, dressed so disheveled...?"

"Am I improperly dressed?" Yan Ziming looked down at his attire.

She was still wearing a skirt on her lower body, but because she was in such a hurry to leave, she was only wearing a relatively loose white loungewear on her upper body, revealing half of her pink and delicate shoulders. Although she didn't reveal too much skin, it did look a little bit inappropriate... right?

Whether it's because Mu Mu is overly possessive or something, Yan Ziming personally thinks there's absolutely nothing wrong with her behavior.

As for the exhibitionist in front of her... let's not talk about him.

There's no way to wash it, and it can't be washed anyway, so let Mu Mu castrate it!

Murong Haiyi was devastated at this moment.

Yan Ziming coughed lightly: "Mu Mu, put your superpowers away first, let's talk this out... After spending so much time together, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Humph!"

Mu Mu withdrew her boundless aura and forcefully embraced Yan Zimo's slender waist. The two graceful bodies pressed together, appearing so holy under the moonlight.

Murong Haiyi breathed a sigh of relief as his body regained its freedom.

Although he wasn't afraid of what Mu Mu might do to him, after all, the Marshal of China was inside, he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness because of Mu Mu's strength.

[Is this the uncrowned king hailed as the youngest ninth-tier warrior in history, who has held the title of strongest warrior below the ninth tier for nearly two years...? It's a wonder that Yan Ziming could fight her to that extent.]

Murong Haiyi thought to himself.

It seems that even if he possesses immortal spirit, he cannot be too arrogant. Even Yan Zimo at this moment gives him an invincible feeling, and he still has a long way to go.

But...aren't these two a little too intimate?

Murong Haiyi looked at Yan Ziming, who was being held tightly by Mu Mu but unable to resist, with an increasingly strange expression.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Why didn't you explain why you were there...? The thing is..."

Yan Ziming changed her mind halfway through her speech because she suddenly noticed a soft little hand between her legs. If she didn't cooperate, she might be forced to leave behind a dark history that would make her die of shame in front of outsiders.

After listening to Yan Ziming's account, Mu Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at Murong Haiyi with a scrutinizing gaze, which made his body, which had just relaxed, tense up again.

"You pass."

Mu Mu gave a soft snort, but instead of letting go of Yan Ziming's slender waist, she tightened her grip even more.

"Cough cough."

Yan Shan's coughing could be heard from inside the house, seemingly reminding Mu Mu to watch her words and actions.

Only then did Mu Mu abandon her arrogant demeanor, loosening her grip on Yan Ziming's waist as if nothing had happened.

Sure enough, if we're talking about who in China can keep her in check these days, it's only Yan Shan. And that's only because Yan Shan is Yan Zimo's elder. If it were anyone else, even someone at the Sequence level, they wouldn't be able to make Mu Mu behave.

Just then, the door that had been tightly closed opened.

A pair of long, shapely legs stepped out. Murong Haixuan's exquisite face was full of contemplation. The moment she saw Murong Haiyi, she said:

"Brother, the marshal said you need to go in again."

"wait for me."

Murong Haiyi didn't dawdle; he almost jogged into the residence, as if he were escaping from some kind of trouble.

The moment Mu Mu saw Murong Haixuan, her eyes narrowed again, and she thought to herself, "Little Mo Mo wouldn't have... hooked up with another girl again, would she...?"

Her suspicions were not unfounded; after all, there were too many precedents of this woman with such a heavy sin, so Mu Mu couldn't help but be wary.

Yan Ziming had no idea what she was thinking, and simply gave Murong Haixuan a perfunctory greeting.

"..." Murong Haixuan looked at Yan Ziming with complicated emotions, then glanced warily at Mu Mu, and slowly said:

"We've really messed up this time. We never expected you to have such powerful connections."

"What do you mean by 'fallen' or 'fallen'? The government didn't confiscate your spirits! It's like I did something to wrong you!"

Yan Ziming felt somewhat innocent, as if he were the bad guy, and a sense of guilt arose in his heart.

"Regardless, we've already lost to you once, and we'll definitely find a way to get our revenge. So... for easier communication in the future, would you mind exchanging contact information?"

The topic was moving a little too fast, and Yan Ziming said that her brain was a little slow to process it.

Just say you want their contact information. Are they being arrogant, or do they have ulterior motives?