After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 70

After many twists and turns, they arrived at the thug’s house, and Qiu Fuxue  finally got his hands on the faintly glowing glass bottle.

He lifted the silencing spell, and the person beside him immediately became noisy.

“Hey, hey, hey! Immortal! You can’t touch that!” The thug was so anxious he was jumping up and down, but he didn’t dare to stop him due to the other’s power.

“Why not?” Qiu Fuxue seized the opportunity and shot a sharp look at him.

“That thing is used for protection! If it’s gone, the wolves will break into my house next time!”

Wolves again.

Qiu Fuxue used his finger to scratch Little Sootball ‘s chin. “Is there a frequent wolf problem here?”

The thug nodded frantically. Under the other’s threatening gaze, he quickly thought. “Uh… not that often. The worst outbreak seems to have started three years ago.”

Qiu Fuxue understood. He pointed to the glass bottle and asked, “Who gave you this?”

“It was Painter Xue.” The thug was now very honest. He answered every question. “Everyone in our town respects him. Since the wolf attacks started, Painter Xue somehow got this kind of pigment. As long as we hang it on our doors, the wolves won’t dare to come in! He also painted a picture for every household to ward off disaster!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Fuxue kicked open a wooden door. The thug’s house was a mess, but a painting hanging inside was very noticeable.

The painting was similar to the one he had seen in the inn, except for some slight differences in the scene. The only thing that was exactly the same was the single point of white in the dark forest.

This white pigment must be the same one in the glass bottle.

But if this pigment could ward off wolves, Qiu Fuxue looked down at the shivering little creature in his arms. How did Little Sootball manage to get into the inn?

He noticed that the thug was looking at him in a strange way, so he quickly drew his sword.

“Ah—!” The thug’s legs went soft, and he immediately knelt down.

“Tell me what you were just thinking.”

“This, this…” The other man wanted to cry but couldn’t. He said nervously, “It’s just… when you outsiders came, the stuff Painter Xue gave us became less effective. Look at this wolf cub…”

It was true. Little Sootball was very scared whenever it got close to a glass bottle. And when they were at Xue Linwu’s house, the little thing hid in his sleeve and didn’t dare to make a sound. Perhaps it hadn’t been sleeping at all.

Qiu Fuxue’s eyelashes trembled slightly. “One last question. When did the girl named Cai’er (采兒) at Xue Linwu’s house arrive here?”

“Huh?” This question clearly stumped the thug. “How would I know that…?”

After seeing the look on the other man’s face, the thug quickly slapped himself and changed his answer. “She was here when the wolf attacks started! When we go to get our paintings, that woman is the one who gives them to us!”

He felt the trembling of the soft fur in his palm. Qiu Fuxue nodded and said calmly, “I see.”

A pill wrapped in oil paper was thrown in front of him. The thug swallowed it without a second thought. When he looked up again, the bright white figure had already disappeared.

But why did the antidote taste so sweet?

Qiu Fuxue returned to the inn and quietly waited for the two to send him a message with the spirit communication token.

Although the main fiend wasn’t in the forest, the wolves were still very dangerous. Shengyan (笙炎) was a mortal, and Jiufang Cangze was a cripple. He didn’t know how they had managed to get together.

But he waited until evening, and the token was still silent.

Qiu Fuxue seemed calm on the outside, but he was getting impatient on the inside. Just as he was about to go out and look for them, the door to his room was pushed open with a bang.

Then, two dirty lumps of coal rolled in.

They were even blacker than Little Sootball was yesterday.

Shengyan grinned, showing his white teeth. He shook the spoils of war in his hands. “Sect Leader Qiu, we had a huge haul!”

Qiu Fuxue frowned. He looked at them with disgust and told them to keep their distance. “How did you get so dirty? Didn’t I give you a spirit communication token?”

Shengyan put the wolf fang he had broken off in front of Qiu Fuxue, puffed out his chest, and said proudly, “We didn’t need it at all! We ran into a big wild wolf. Chuanze’s skills were so amazing. He took it down in two or three moves!”

“…Then why are you so dirty?”

Shengyan’s words were always exaggerated, so Qiu Fuxue just listened. The situation was probably very dire.

Qiu Fuxue picked up the wolf fang and looked at it. It did have demonic energy on it, but it wasn’t the pure kind found in demons. It was more like something that had been infected later.

But they hadn’t felt a single trace of demonic energy at Xue Linwu’s house today.

Jiufang Cangze patted the dust from his clothes. “Just as that painter said, the deeper we went, the more barren the forest became. There was also a spot that looked exactly like the painting downstairs.”

Even cultivators hadn’t heard of a talent who could draw things that absorbed spiritual energy. Xue Linwu was a mortal, yet he had too many secrets.

Qiu Fuxue held the wolf fang and thought for a moment. He looked up at the two dusty men, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

He said sincerely, “Shengyan, Chuanze is stealing your thunder. Your chance to become a disciple is in danger.”

A bad feeling suddenly arose in Jiufang Cangze’s heart.

Shengyan froze for a moment, then grabbed his hand and said with a serious face, “Sect Leader Qiu, I’ll prove to you right now that I’m better than him!”

With that, he dragged Jiufang Cangze out, despite his protests.

His little scheme had succeeded. Qiu Fuxue was in a good mood. He leaned on the couch and played with Little Sootball for a while.

That night, Shengyan dragged Jiufang Cangze back in front of him.

The two had already washed up, but the latter’s face was noticeably pale.

“Sect Leader Qiu! Chuanze and I sparred all night! He gave up!”

Qiu Fuxue covered his mouth and yawned, giving a perfunctory nod. “Go back and rest. We’ll go to Xue Linwu to get the painting in three days.”

Shengyan, who was now in an enthusiastic mood to get ahead, was clearly unwilling to stop and rest.

“But…”

Before he could finish, Qiu Fuxue gave him a look, and he could only obediently shut his mouth.

It rarely stopped snowing in Ruibai Town, and charcoal was very precious. Inns usually wouldn’t provide it to guests, especially to outsiders like them.

Jiufang Cangze wrapped himself in a blanket and huddled on the bed. Although the window was tightly shut, he could still feel the cold wind seeping in.

Every bone in his body was screaming in pain. The room next door was warm, and he pressed against the wall, trying to absorb some of the heat.

Every single one of his bones had been broken by Ye Chu. Even though they were put back together, they still ached terribly in this kind of cold weather.

“Ugh…!”

Another wave of pain hit him. He gritted his teeth, and beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He was afraid he would die of pain before he froze to death. Jiufang Cangze gathered his strength and crawled out of bed, his hands trembling as he knocked on the door next to him.

A calm voice rang out. After getting permission, he pushed the door open. A wave of dry warmth immediately surrounded his body.

“What is it?” Qiu Fuxue was wearing thin underclothes, leaning against the couch.

The warmth gradually restored his ability to think. Jiufang Cangze blinked awkwardly. He had only been thinking about getting warm and had forgotten to come up with a reason to be there.