The Aloof Immortal Venerable is Pregnant with My Fox Cub - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

On Fox Mountain, all was quiet.

A red fox with pure white belly fur and fiery red back fur stood at the convergence of spiritual veins, looking up at the sky, using the essence of the moon to temper its demon core.

With every strand of moonlight absorbed, the fluffy fox fur flashed with a faint golden light, and the three fiery-red tails behind it swayed contentedly.

When the last trace of moonlight was completely absorbed by the red fox, the round fox retracted its demon core and instantly collapsed into a soft fox pancake.

Cang Ran had been transmigrated into this cultivation novel for half a year. She had less than a month until the fox demon’s estrus period, when she would encounter the Male Lead, hook up with him, become utterly devoted, start antagonizing the Female Lead, and ultimately suffer a miserable death by having her inner core dug out by the Female Lead.

Over the past six months, to escape death, Cang Ran moved from the Cloud Marsh Mountain Range (mentioned in the book as where the Male Lead appears) to the deserted Canglan Mountain Range, putting a full three thousand li (approx. 1500 km) between them, hiding as far away as possible.

But recently, an increasingly ominous feeling settled upon her.

Cang Ran’s estrus period was approaching. The heat in her body grew stronger, and her mood became increasingly irritable.

She even considered finding any available demon cultivator to safely get through the dangerous estrus period early.

She had sniffed the scents within several hundred li early on.

She hadn’t smelled a single fox demon like herself.

Cang Ran sadly buried her furry head in her paws, her three fiery-red fox tails behind her also swaying restlessly.

She was currently at the seventh stage of the Shapeshifting period. Her transformed state was unstable, causing her fox ears and tails to show.

She needed three more months of absorbing and solidifying spiritual energy to reach the ninth stage of Great Perfection and perfectly maintain her human form.

This level of cultivation was considered upper-middle among demon cultivators, but she couldn’t match the Male Lead, who was a son of destiny (Long Aotian). She wasn’t sure if she could defeat him during her estrus period.

A dark shadow swept past the mountain like a whirlwind. The fox’s ears suddenly twitched, catching a familiar scent in the wind.

A little hedgehog demon scurried up, stepping on wet, rotten dead leaves.

It almost couldn’t stop its paws, its forehead dripping with anxious sweat, saying frantically:

“Great King! Disaster! I saw King Weasel again today!”

“She stole a century-old medicinal ginseng from our mountain last month, and now she’s loitering at the foot of Fox Mountain. She definitely has malicious intentions!”

Cang Ran was already agitated because of the estrus period. Hearing this, her eyebrows instantly furrowed, and she clenched her fox paws.

She had endured this weasel spirit’s constant petty thefts and mischief with her gang of troublesome little bull spirits for too long.

When the fox isn’t fierce, you take me for a sick cat, huh!

Cang Ran stretched, shaking her fur all over, and instantly transformed into her human form.

Her entire body exuded seductive charm. Her red hair reached her waist, her skin was like solidified jade, and her deep fox eyes were full of allure.

Her light red dress was transformed from her fur, wrapping her slender waist and long legs. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with flowing, light-gold fire cloud patterns.

Angry, Cang Ran’s eyes held fury, her thin lips curled into a cold sneer. As she walked, her sleeves swung out, accompanied by the rustling sound of wind.

The little hedgehog demon saw the Fox Great King’s aura fully activated and puffed out its own chest, determined not to shame its King!

The Weasel King had already reached the mountainside of Fox Mountain. Dressed in a pale purple dress and holding an exquisite round fan, she was furtively covering her face and searching everywhere with a few little bull spirits.

“Weasel King, what are you doing on my mountain so early in the morning?”

The Weasel King was searching for something and was startled into a shiver by Cang Ran’s voice.

The little bull spirits, oppressed by Cang Ran’s powerful aura, instantly became weak-kneed and reverted to their beast forms.

The Weasel King awkwardly fanned herself twice with the fan, clutching her chest, and let out a coquettish laugh: “Oh dear, little fox sister, you scared your big sister half to death.”

“Your sister hasn’t seen you in a long time and misses you so much. I just happened to be passing by, almost at your cave dwelling, when I accidentally lost my storage ring. I’m just looking for it.”

She and the weasel spirit lived on the adjacent mountain. They were both powerful demons with centuries of cultivation. They could see each other just by glancing out of their caves every day.

This weasel spirit had about seven hundred years of cultivation and lorded over Yellow Ridge Mountain. When Cang Ran first moved to the Canglan Mountain Range, the weasel spirit sat on the fence, then fought her, trying to take advantage of her. It was only after a mediating leopard demon intervened that they called a truce.

Cang Ran gave a cold smile: “What a coincidence, Sister. Every time you come up the mountain, you lose something, and after you leave, I lose something too. Do you think we just aren’t compatible?”

“Hehe,” the Weasel King gave a few awkward, forced laughs and reached out affectionately to grab Cang Ran’s hand. “Little fox sister, what are you saying? My feelings for you are genuine. If you agree, what is yours will be mine, and what is mine will be yours.”

She knew the red fox spirit looked beautiful but had a volatile and difficult temper. It was messy if she was truly provoked, and besides, she had been craving this fox for a long time.

The Weasel King was quite experienced. Even the most handsome human maidens or young gentlemen paled in comparison to the fox demon.

There were no other fox demons who had become spirits in this vast mountain range, and the opponent’s beauty was truly enviable.

She had tasted the flavor of many demons over the years, but this red fox demon’s personality was too elusive, making her difficult to conquer.

After transforming into a fox, Cang Ran became extremely sensitive to smells. She disliked the scent of most demon types.

Cang Ran subtly avoided the Weasel King’s paw, too lazy to engage in any pulling: “Come to my mountain less often. If I see you here again, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

Her amber pupils narrowed into vertical slits. Her five fingers instantly morphed into fox claws and she swiftly slashed forward.

A gale carrying demon power immediately knocked down the little bull spirit closest to the Weasel King.

The Weasel King’s face turned pale. Seeing that Cang Ran was genuinely angered, she dared not linger: “Then I won’t bother you any longer, sister. I’ll be leaving now.”

A flicker of resentment crossed her heart. She wanted to see how long this fox demon could endure. The experience of the estrus period was not pleasant, and she would make her beg for her help then.

It was a pity, though. That captivating sweet scent that briefly made her feel entranced was nowhere to be found.

The Weasel King tucked her tail between her legs and scurried away. Cang Ran slowly retracted her sharp claws. The little hedgehog demon looked at its magnificent King with utter adoration.

It stepped forward and said, “Great King, the Weasel King said she lost her storage ring, but she must be lying. Don’t be fooled by her.”

If even the little hedgehog demon could tell, Cang Ran certainly wouldn’t believe the Weasel King’s sweet talk.

Cang Ran told the little hedgehog, “Then let’s look for it too. You search towards the east side, and I’ll search the other.”

“Yes, Great King.” The little hedgehog immediately changed into its beast form and plunged into the weeds.

A fox’s nose is very sensitive. She could smell prey even from a distance.

But it didn’t smell like prey. The closer she got, the more she smelled a faint scent of blood.

This bloody smell carried a delicate sweetness, an endless temptation for a demon’s body.

Cang Ran walked for a while, sniffing with her nose, confirming a dense thicket of bushes. She quieted her steps and cautiously extended a fox paw.

Parting the grass, she saw a woman covered in blood, lying inside in ragged clothes.

Just this one glance made Cang Ran’s heartbeat suddenly accelerate. How could there be such an exceptionally beautiful person in this world?

Her features were somewhat aloof and serene, like a distant mountain hiding a graceful spirit. A red lotus flower mark was dotted on her forehead, blooming brilliantly. One look and you knew she possessed an ethereal, unworldly disposition.

Cang Ran tilted her head, carefully sniffing the wind around her. She didn’t smell any other demonic beasts, so she stepped into the grass.

She brought her nose close to the beauty’s nostrils, feeling an extremely faint breath. She realized the woman was close to death.

For half a year, she had only encountered demons. This was the first time she had seen a living human, and she didn’t expect the person to be dying right in front of her.

What a pity. Could she save her?

A beast cultivator’s practice inherently involves body tempering and bone refining. Such severe injuries would heal quickly just by licking the wounds for a demon beast.

But for a human, could they be healed by licking?

Cang Ran used her soft paw pad to gently wipe the wounds on the beauty’s body. A long, narrow bloody cut on her fair shoulder and neck was so deep the bone was visible.

As the dried blood was wiped away, dark red fresh blood slowly began to ooze out, smelling fragrant and sweet, tempting the fox.

She smelled delicious.

Cang Ran couldn’t resist extending her tongue and licking the fresh blood seeping from her fragrant shoulder.

The touch was cool. The beauty’s skin was delicate and smooth like high-quality brocade, also like a handful of thin snow still carrying the chill of early spring.

She lowered her fox head, twitched her nose, and inhaled several breaths.

A cold, pale, damp finger suddenly rested on her head. Spots of fresh blood soaked into the fox’s fiery red fur.

The beauty’s long eyelashes concealed her gaze, trembling slightly in weakness. In her eyes was a clear, brilliant light, hiding a touch of moving compassion.

Cang Ran froze for a moment. With a gulp, she swallowed the drop of fresh blood she was holding in her mouth.

Such pure blood. The moment it reached her throat, she felt threads of golden spiritual energy overflow.

She wanted to drink a few more mouthfuls.

Cang Ran swallowed hard, suppressing her beastly nature, afraid she would actually drain this human she had finally managed to encounter.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m going to save you.”

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