The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

Shen Yao stared intently at the beautiful woman on the stage, her seven fox tails swaying casually, each one resting on her heart.

Tu Jiaojiao has seven fox tails, white with red tips, and fox ears that are also white with red tips. The white ones are like flawless snow, and the red ones are like blazing flames.

The parasol danced amidst the falling petals. Tu Jiaojiao's figure was light and graceful, every smile and every step she took exuding charm and affection. The beautiful woman's eyes sparkled, her skirt fluttered as she lifted her leg, and she spun around like a startled swan.

This scene is poetic, picturesque, dreamlike, and enchanting. The beautiful dancers on the stage are like dazzling fireworks in full bloom, or like a divine brush painting a scene.

"Wife... Yanzhou..." Feng Yu stood behind her, calling out several times in a pitiful voice, but his wife ignored him, completely absorbed by the seven-tailed fox woman.

Feng Yu was very unhappy. First there was the succubus Gou Yue, and now there was the dancing fox girl. Why did his Yan Zhou like these kinds of alluring female cultivators?

If she were looking at male cultivators like that in front of him, he could stop her, but Yanzhou loves looking at female cultivators… He couldn't very well stop her from looking at female cultivators, could he? That would be too petty, and if Yanzhou knew how narrow-minded he was…

But now his wife is leaning against the railing of the stands, practically wanting to jump onto the stage...

Ignoring everything else, overcome with jealousy, he reached out and covered Shen Yao's eyes.

Shen Yao's eyes were filled with seven fluffy fox tails, and she wanted to hold and knead each one.

She was completely absorbed in watching when suddenly everything went black before her eyes, and she felt a warm sensation in her eyes. She pulled Feng Yu's hand away, and without turning her head, she kept staring straight at Fox Fairy, only asking, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly, her waist tightened, and in an instant she was turned over, her waist pulled by a strong force, and she was held in Feng Yu's arms.

Shen Yao was puzzled. She looked up at him and saw that her husband looked unhappy, so she asked him, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Feng Yu said sullenly, "Wife, I've called you several times, but you haven't answered me."

"Huh? Sorry, I didn't hear you." He apologized, but his head involuntarily turned to look at the beautiful fox.

"Still looking?" Feng Yu held her with her left hand and turned her face towards him with her right: "Stop looking at her, look at me."

"Okay, I'll look at you." Shen Yao reached out and hugged him, tilting her head back and looking at him obediently with wide eyes.

The immortal lord felt no comfort whatsoever; he wanted nothing more than to bite her: "Withdraw your spiritual consciousness."

The fairy before him shrugged, pouting, and withdrew her spiritual sense in displeasure. Her spirits waned, and she became listless.

Feng Yu felt a lump in her throat: "You really want to see this?"

The fairy's eyes lit up again, and she nodded repeatedly: "Yunhe, I love her tail so much, it's a seven-tailed fox! The tail is so beautiful!"

So it turned out she just liked the fox demon's tail. Feng Yu's anger subsided, and he smiled, affectionately ruffling Shen Yao's hair: "If you want to see it, then see it."

"Mmm." Shen Yao hooked her arm around his neck, gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and happily turned around to lean on the fence to continue watching the seven-tailed fox.

After Tu Jiaojiao finished her dance, she folded her parasol, swayed her fox tail, and gracefully exited the stage amidst the cheers of the audience.

Shen Yao watched the fox spirit until its swaying tail disappeared below the stage before she turned her gaze away and sat back down on the bench.

She lingered in her daydreams, longing to hold those seven tails in her arms and caress them.

"Husband, come here." She patted the seat next to her, and Feng Yu obediently sat down. She took Feng Yu's arm and leaned on his shoulder: "Husband, today I'll tell you a story about a nine-tailed fox."

"This fox was originally a ten-tailed celestial fox, but King Wen's eldest son cut off one of its tails, turning it into a nine-tailed fox, and from then on, it could no longer ascend to heaven..."

Shen Yao simplified the story of Daji from her memory and recounted it, emphasizing many times how beautiful the nine-tailed fox was and how stunning her tail was...

At the end, she said, "In my past life, some people thought she deserved to die, some people thought she died unjustly, and many people probably thought she was vicious, but everyone acknowledged her beauty."

"In the ancient China, there were many stories about fox spirits, and the nine-tailed fox was undoubtedly the top fox spirit."

Feng Yu: "What does 'top streamer' mean?"

Shen Yao: "Top influencer means the most popular. Anything related to the nine-tailed fox sells out instantly."

Feng Yu: "What do you mean by 'surrounding areas'?"

Shen Yao: "Merchandise is..." She pointed to the Scorebao app on the table: "For example, the Scorebao-themed product we bought today is Scorebao merchandise."

She suddenly slapped her forehead in annoyance: "Oh no! I forgot to vote for Tu Jiaojiao!"

As the dance battle drew to a close, the officiant announced the scores on stage. As expected, Tu Jiaojiao was once again the champion of this year's dance battle.

"Congratulations to Tu Jiaojiao, the dance queen of Longyuan City, for winning the dance battle championship for the second consecutive time!" With the announcement from the master of ceremonies, Tu Jiaojiao returned to the stage amidst cheers. She generously responded to her enthusiastic fans, blowing kiss after kiss.

The atmosphere was still noisy, and the emcee seized the opportunity to announce through loudspeakers: "To celebrate the successful conclusion of the dance battle, the dance queen Tu Jiaojiao has decided to perform for her honored guests. The guest who bids the highest tonight will receive three solo dances from the dance queen."

The audience erupted in cheers, and the fans on stage were eager to try their luck, all seemingly determined to have Tu Jiaojiao perform a solo dance.

Shen Yao was overjoyed. Wasn't this a golden opportunity to flaunt her wealth? When it came to bidding, she dared to say that no one in the world could beat her.

"Distinguished guests, please be patient and listen to the auction rules." The Master of Ceremonies flew into the air and held up a green plaque: "There is a plaque like this next to each of your seats. Distinguished guests who wish to participate in the auction, please sign on the plaque. Attendants will come to verify your funds. Once the verification is passed, you may participate in the auction."

"The starting bid for the Dance King's performance is 50,000 Perfect Coins. The auction will begin in 25 minutes. Dear guests, see you in 25 minutes."

Three dances, starting at 50,000 Ten Coins. Tu Jiaojiao's dances are worth a fortune.

However, for Shen Yao, this price could be summed up in just two words: "cheap".

Shen Yao looked around and found a green plaque in a small drawer next to the armrest of the bench. She took out the plaque and signed her name on it using her spiritual power.

The decisiveness of her signing made Feng Yu chuckle: "It seems my wife is determined to win tonight."

Shen Yao: "Absolutely! I must find a way to rub her tail."

Feng Yu sighed, feigning a sigh: "It's a pity I'm not a fox, otherwise I would rub your tail every day."

Shen Yao pounced on him with a mischievous grin, her thieving hands tickling his armpits: "I won't rub your tail, I'll tickle your little ticklish spot."

She tickled her husband's armpits for a long time, but Feng Yu didn't react at all, only looking at her with a faint smile.

Shen Yao's amusement vanished: "Aren't you ticklish?"

Feng Yu shook her head: "I'm not afraid."

Shen Yao tickled his lower back again: "Doesn't this itch?"

Feng Yu endured the hardship, but her smile remained unchanged: "It doesn't itch."

Shen Yao gave up and pushed him away in disgust: "Friend, we can't get along like this."