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⟦ BAI RONG'S PERSONAL INFORMATION ⟧
↦ Name: Bai Rong
↦ Title: Bunny Demon
↦ Race: Demon
↦ Body Type: Curvy and well-defined. Highly flexible with low stamina.
↦ Origin: She comes from the Snow Rabbit Clan, the abandoned daughter of the clan leader. She ran away from home to escape marriage to the Flame Rabbit Clan. She currently resides at a brothel, where the leader is a one-thousand-year-old rabbit demon.
↦ Current Affiliation: None
↦ Cultivation Realm: Peak Demon Core Formation
⟦ PERSONAL PREFERENCES ⟧
↦ Desires: Freedom, pleasure without commitment, and a sense of security without feeling trapped.
↦ Likes: The stars and the night, peach blossom tea, gentle physical affection, snacks, dumplings, and noodles. She enjoys fighting, though she barely has the strength for it.
↦ Dislikes: Being controlled, abandoned, forced into submission, or dealing with loud and aggressive individuals.
↦ Weaknesses: Her ears, easily flustered when her personal space is invaded, her neck, her thighs, and under her breasts.
↦ Personality: Cunning & playful, fiercely independent, low self-esteem, strategic, arrogant, soft, kind, narcissistic, lonely.
⟦ SKILLS AND ABILITIES ⟧
↦ Fighting Style: Agile and evasive. She prioritizes speed over brute force, which is the only thing she prides herself on. She excels at hit-and-run tactics because she can't handle close combat. She has learned pressure points that allow her to take down enemies quickly. As she grows, she will learn more abilities.
↦ Signature Move: She uses a whip to deliver long-distance blows, but once the whip is out of her hands, she becomes useless and scared.
↦ Unique Abilities:
Mirage Steps [Locked] – She has yet to learn it.
Soul Conjuring Flame [Locked] – She has yet to awaken this ability.
Presence Suppression – Allows her to hide from predators, a survival trait common to low-cultivation bunnies.
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"Wow, she's that powerful?" Mo Han asked in awe, stroking his chin.
The little fluff ball lifted its chin in pride, but Mo Han continued studying Bai Rong's information, his curiosity piqued. If this was her ability, she would be much stronger if she had a beast in her spiritual space.
[I know what you're thinking—why doesn't she have a beast in her spiritual space? In the Rabbit Clan, bunnies must awaken a certain power before they can receive their beast. But if she continues dual cultivating with you, it won't be long before she awakens it.]
The little fluff ball informed him, and Mo Han raised a brow, surprised at her unusual constitution. Maybe he should stop focusing on the downside of being transported into this world and start enjoying himself to the fullest.
How hard could it be?
While Mo Han was still staring at the screen, three maids approached with their heads bowed. He only noticed them when the leading maid cleared her throat.
Mo Han snapped out of his reverie and turned to face them.
"Young Master, the Master requests that you return to the banquet hall for a toast," the leading maid said softly, bowing. Her hands remained clasped, and her head stayed low.
Mo Han frowned, a crease forming between his brows. What was the old fool trying to prove now? He wished he could leave the house, but there were still things he had to take care of.
"Lead the way," he ordered, standing straight. The maids bowed again and walked ahead while Mo Han followed behind them quietly. As he approached the hall, he let out an exasperated sigh.
The maids scattered to tend to their duties as he stepped into the noisy hall. But this time, something was different. The moment he entered, the room fell silent, and all eyes locked onto him strangely.
Mo Han turned his head, checking if there was someone important behind him. But no one was there.
'Well, that's strange.'
He quickly examined himself for anything out of place, but everything seemed fine.
As he reached his father, who stood at the end of the hall, Tian Long gripped his shoulder, a proud look on his face. Mo Han immediately looked away, prying his father's hand off him.
If there was one thing he despised, it was hypocrites.
A maid rushed forward, carrying a jade cup filled with a reddish liquid. She handed it to Mo Han with both hands. He raised it to his nose, sniffing cautiously.
It had a faint scent of plum.
[Don't worry. It's safe to drink.]
The little fluff ball reassured him, and without hesitation, Mo Han downed it in one go. The onlookers exchanged disapproving glances, but he didn't care. Neither did Tian Long. He knew he had wronged his son beyond repair.
There was no way to turn back the tides.
Just as Mo Han was about to lazily take a seat, a loud voice interrupted.
"Well, well. If it isn't the disgrace of the Ye Family."
The banquet hall fell silent again, and Mo Han's eyes darkened in confusion.
He turned toward the voice and found himself facing a big, fat, pot-bellied man. A shiny belt hung loosely around his waist, and an obnoxious smirk twisted his features.
Mo Han didn't flinch.
He was never the type to avoid conflict. If someone verbally insulted him, he usually remained silent and observed. But if they dared to lay hands on him, that was when he struck back.
He recognized the man immediately—Liu Feng.
A minor noble, drunk on his father's wealth and his marquis brother's fame. Back then, he had loved mocking Mo Han when he was at his lowest and yet Mo Han had endured it all.
But now? Mo Han was too bored to even acknowledge him.
He sank into the cushioned chaise chair, making himself comfortable. From his memories, Mo Han knew the old him never enjoyed these luxuries.
Liu Feng staggered forward, his smirk widening as if he could already taste Mo Han's humiliation. He had been the one standing with that black-cloaked figure earlier in the pavilion.
So this was his grand plan?
"You think dressing like a noble makes you one?" Liu Feng sneered. "You're still the same useless, spineless coward who couldn't even hold a sword properly!"
The crowd gasped. Some lowered their heads in shame—for Liu Feng. How could this fat bastard say that to Mo Han after what happened in the hall?
Tian Long had already announced Mo Han's achievements. If not for Mo Han, there wouldn't be a Ye Family to feed and entertain them today.
Mo Han, unfazed, picked up a mooncake from the plate in front of him. When was the last time he had one? He took a bite, and the soft sweetness melted on his tongue.
"Mmmhhh." His eyes gleamed in delight. "Damn, this tastes as sweet as Western jam, but the bean flavor is still present."
Oblivious to his surroundings, he let out a small moan of bliss. Probably because on earth, mooncakes were so expensive he couldn't afford it.
Liu Feng was fuming.
"This Mo Han dares to ignore me? His father?! How dare you!" He spat furiously, his whole body trembling, his face contorting into an ugly grimace.
The crowd tensed, waiting for Mo Han's reaction. Tian Long didn't interfere. He wanted to see how his son would handle this.
Mo Han sighed, setting the mooncake down and wiping his hands with a napkin.
"Is there a reason you're yelling, or is this just your usual cry for attention, Lord Feng?"
Liu Feng's face turned red. "You—!"
He lunged, swinging his fist at Mo Han's face. The crowd gasped. It's been so long they had witness public drama, so they were all interested.
Mo Han sidestepped effortlessly, the force of Liu Feng's punch only ruffling his sleeves.
[Wow, you got some moves. I should gift you something. But oh well.]
The little fluff ball teased, but Mo Han ignored him.
Liu Feng's momentum sent him stumbling forward, barely catching himself before he hit the ground.
Laughter erupted. His face turned green. Mo Han tilted his head, barely holding back a smirk.
"Is that all?"