Animal-eared Girl Era: Start by Forming a Contract with an SSS-Class School Belle
Chapter 362: Ouyang Xuan: Jie Jie Jie Jie! (Please follow)

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Ouyang Xuan: Jie Jie Jie Jie! (Please follow)

The moment Ouyang Xuan saw Ziran, his eyes lit up and that self-assured, supposedly charming smile climbed onto his face. He said, "Ziran, I recently found a purple dress made of Ice Silk, it’s perfect for you. I’ll get it at auction in a couple days and gift it to you."

He sat down at the tea table and brewed up some of his prized Dahongpao tea, merrily poured two cups, then passed one over to Ziran.

Ziran took it, sipped just a little, then refused, *"No need, I’m here because I need something from you, not to chit-chat."*

Ouyang Xuan gazed at her face—so pure it hurt—and felt a surge of heat in his heart. His rugged face stayed composed as he smiled, "Go ahead, what is it?"

Ziran said, "I’ve been stuck at Quasi-Saint Perfection for some time now, I need to enter the Special Core Secret Realm to seek a breakthrough opportunity."

"I already used up my shot to enter the Special Core Secret Realm back when I broke through to Quasi-Saint."

Ouyang Xuan was stunned, sucking in a cold breath, *"You reached Quasi-Saint Perfection from Venerable Perfection in under a hundred years?"*

Ziran nodded.

Ouyang Xuan praised her, "Ziran, that’s just like you—number one of our generation in the Imperial Capital."

Ziran curled her lips, *Not buying Ouyang Xuan’s flattery at all. The Hang City Empress was way more impressive, and next to her, I was just average.*

Ouyang Xuan laughed, "So, you want me to go ask the Supreme Elder to give you access to the Special Secret Realm again?"

Ziran nodded, "That’s right. Twenty years ago, I already asked once, but the Supreme Elder wouldn’t allow it, so I want you to speak up for me."

Ouyang Xuan’s pupils shrank; he could tell Ziran had reached Quasi-Saint Perfection twenty years ago and had been accumulating ever since.

Ouyang Xuan frowned deeply, and said, "Ziran, I can help you, but..."

This was him fishing for compensation, pretending to be all conflicted.

Ziran said, "I’ll agree to do one thing for you, unconditionally."

Ouyang Xuan was elated, slapped his thigh and blurted, "Anything at all?"

Ziran, "Anything!"

Hehehehe!

*Ouyang Xuan was practically bursting with excitement, barely stopping himself from cackling out loud. This was too good. He’d been wracking his brains on how to win Ziran over, but she just walked right into his lap.*

*Ziran’s beautiful eyes flashed with resignation. Two hundred Venerable Realm Crystal Cores—for that, you had to kill two hundred Venerable Realm Demon Beasts, and only the Special Core Secret Realm held that many.*

*The Secret Realm only opened once every five thousand years, and if you wanted to go in at any other time, you needed the Supreme Elder’s permission.*

*As Alliance Hierarch, she could enter once every millennium after applying to the Supreme Elder. But she’d used her shot a century ago. Now she’d have to wait for the next millennium.*

*Twenty years earlier, she’d already requested a second entry—that got shot down, hard.*

*She could only turn to Ouyang Xuan and hope he’d put in a good word.*

Ouyang Xuan’s grin finally burst through, nearly splitting his face—showing two rows of massive gold teeth. He said cheerily, "No problem!"

"This one’s on me, I’ll get the old—oh right, the Supreme Elder—to sign off."

Ziran smiled, her pretty face blooming like a lotus, pure and dazzling. "Thanks."

"Then, Vice Alliance Hierarch Ouyang, could you go right now? I can’t wait any longer."

*Ouyang Xuan was over the moon, thinking to himself, I can’t wait either, wanna reel you in as soon as possible.*

"I’m off to see the old man right this second—ah no, to see the Supreme Elder."

Ziran nodded, tipped back her teacup and drained it all, head held high, showing off that fair, delicate swan neck.

*Ouyang Xuan saw her smooth white neck and his heart started pounding, swallowing hard, a flash of heat flickered through his eyes.*

*The goddess he’d been drooling over for more than a thousand years—he finally had a shot!*

Hehehehe!

*He roared with laughter inside.*

After finishing her tea, Ziran smiled, "I’ll be heading back, then. Looking forward to your good news."

Ouyang Xuan’s face snapped back to normal, hiding every trace of his sleazy side, and said, "Relax, leave this to me, it’s guaranteed to succeed."

Ziran left.

*Ouyang Xuan just couldn’t hold back anymore—he burst into raucous laughter, and said,*

"Imperial Capital’s number one beauty, the one I’ve been dreaming about day and night—Ziran, I finally have a chance... hehehehe!"

*He buzzed with excitement for ages before finally calming down a little.*

He waved a hand and opened a blue Light Gate, stepped right through, and arrived at the Supreme Elder’s personal pocket world—turning up just outside a plain-looking farmhouse.

Dropping to his knees and cupping his fists, he said, "Greetings, Ancestor, your 108th-generation so-and-so grandkid asks to see you!"

He knelt forever, but nothing at all happened inside the farmhouse.

Ouyang Xuan called out again, "Greetings, Supreme Elder—Vice Alliance Hierarch Ouyang Xuan requests an audience!"

With a creak, the farmhouse door swung open on its own, and from inside came a voice—old, yet booming,

"Come in."

Ouyang Xuan tiptoed inside, careful where he stepped, not daring to let his gaze wander—just stealing glances from the corners of his eyes.

Inside, the farmhouse was simple, and so was the furniture. All of it looked ancient—about ready to fall apart.

In the chicken coop, he saw the Supreme Elder—hair white as snow but still tall and straight, eyes sharp, movements spry—scooping manure with his own hands.

"Ugh!" Standing outside, ankle deep in chicken shit, Ouyang Xuan got a whiff so strong it nearly brought up last night’s dinner, but he forced himself to take it like a man, not showing the slightest sign of being grossed out.

The old man didn’t even look up, face expressionless, as he cleaned chicken crap with one hand and said, "Spit it out or get lost."

Ouyang Xuan cupped his fists, "Ancestor, I need two permissions to enter the Special Core Secret Realm."

The old man snapped, "No. Get lost."

Ouyang Xuan’s mouth twitched, but he pressed on, "Ancestor, the family needs opportunities, needs fresh blood with strong talent, honestly, I’m after Ziran. That’s why I’m here, for Ziran—and the family."

The old man’s movements paused—now he glanced up and gave Ouyang Xuan a contemptuous look, "That little Ziran—she’d want a loser like you?"

"Besides, don’t talk to me about family—I was kicked out of the Ouyang Family ten thousand years ago, changed my last name, and swore I’d never deal with any of you again. Now the clan’s fallen on hard times, and you come crawling back? Ha!"

*Ouyang Xuan went black in the face—nearly lost his cool. Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Venerable Alliance, reached Tier Ten at fifteen hundred, would hit Venerable Perfection in a few decades... and this guy said he was a loser?*

*The only one who’d ever dare call him a loser to his face was the Ancestor. Hell, he couldn’t even talk back.*

*This old man—deep down, he still had a wall with the Ouyang Family, one that’d never really healed.*

*But no matter what, this guy was the Ouyang Ancestor, and Ouyang blood still ran in his veins.*

The old man said, "With Ziran’s talent, twenty years of buildup should be plenty. Time to push into the Saint Realm."

"Fine, I’ll give her one permission to enter the Special Core Secret Realm."

He wiped the chicken dung from his hands—right onto his shirt—then fished a worn Token out of his pocket and tossed it to Ouyang Xuan, and said,

"This Token is a one-time pass for the Special Core Secret Realm—Ziran only, nobody else can use it. Get it to the kid."

"All right, get out of here."

The old man flicked his wrist and kicked Ouyang Xuan—still holding the Token—straight out of the small world.

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