The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 12

The sky had just brightened. Weak light penetrated the room, illuminating only the outlines of the person who entered.

Water vapor clung to his hair, and as he approached, one could clearly feel a hint of coldness.

Xiaoyu recalled that Wen Yu had left abruptly last night. Could he have stayed outside the entire night?

“Is the Desert Demon Territory far?”

Xiaoyu looked up at Wen Yu. He was standing with his back to the light, his face hidden in shadow, making his expression unclear.

Wen Yu didn’t answer, only telling Xiaoyu to get ready to leave with him.

A hint of suspicion flashed across his deep eyes as he looked at Xiaoyu. The appearance of the demon beast and the demon last night was too coincidental, forcing him to be vigilant.

Xiaoyu acknowledged him, stood up, and after taking two steps, saw Wen Yu standing still.

She raised an eyebrow, about to ask, when she suddenly heard Xiaocao’s voice.

“Sister, are you leaving?” Xiaocao blinked hard, chasing away her sleepiness. Seeing Xiaoyu’s back, she quickly tossed the blanket aside, jumped barefoot onto the floor, and ran to hug her.

Xiaoyu’s nose stung. She stroked Xiaocao’s head and softly hummed: “Sister has things to do. I have to go.”

Xiaocao looked up at Xiaoyu, trying not to cry: “Go ahead, Sister. Xiaocao will take good care of herself.”

Saying this, she ran back, found the Sect Token on the bed, brought it to Xiaoyu, and said seriously: “That sister gave me this and told me to find a place called the Yuehui Sect to learn immortal arts, just like you.”

“I will work hard!”

The front of the token bore the character “Yue,” the calligraphy strong and forceful, and the back depicted a towering tree, reflecting Xiaocao’s name.

“Good.”

Xiaocao didn’t go back to sleep after waking up and followed the two of them downstairs.

Xiaoyu walked behind Wen Yu, side by side with Xiaocao, but in the courtyard, they saw several people dressed in uniform cyan-green robes.

As soon as these people saw Wen Yu, they cupped their hands in salute.

“Sword Venerable.”

When the few people saw Xiaoyu behind Wen Yu, curiosity flashed in their eyes, but they immediately suppressed it, leaving only reverence.

Upon hearing the title, Xiaoyu immediately moved a few steps back. They won’t be able to tell that I’m a fox demon, right?

Wen Yu’s expression was indifferent. He scanned each person and asked: “Is everything arranged properly?”

“Everything has been coordinated with the townsfolk, Sword Venerable, please rest assured.”

Xiaoyu sighed inwardly. He truly is the strongest Sword Venerable. Even though he was only an honorary Elder with no real duties in the Yuehui Sect, his strength commanded spontaneous respect.

The morning sun rose, scattering its light upon the ground, revealing the ragged appearance of the land that had suffered tribulation last night.

The pits in the ground had been filled, and the tombstones for the Town Chief and his wife were erected. Xiaocao knelt before the tombstones, crying mournfully.

“Mother, Daddy…”

Wen Yu stood aside, giving instructions to the Yuehui Sect disciples who had rushed over overnight. Xiaoyu waited by the corner of the wall, her gaze fixed on Wen Yu.

He stood tall before the few disciples, who kept a slight distance and were slightly bowed, in a posture of taking orders.

Wen Yu, standing before them, had his back straight, his brow furrowed with a frosty look.

“We have questioned the survivors in the town. Demon beasts began coming to capture people several years ago, but it has become increasingly frequent in recent months.”

“We also thoroughly investigated the Demon Territory address you provided. That Demon Territory did frequently come here to capture people, but when we arrived, it had been completely destroyed. Judging by the method, it should have been done by you…”

Wen Yu glanced at them, claiming responsibility: “I destroyed it when I was rescuing people the day before yesterday.”

The few people showed admiration for his strength.

“While questioning the townsfolk, we obtained another clue. The demon beasts that appeared in recent months seem to be related to the Desert Demon Territory. During their self-defense, the townsfolk personally saw the demon beasts using sand and dust to repair their injuries.”

The Desert Demon Territory. The demon he encountered last night also told him to go to the Desert Demon Territory.

Wen Yu nodded and instructed them to guard this place for a few days.

He turned and saw Xiaoyu looking in his direction, but she immediately averted her gaze when he turned around.

He scanned the surroundings but didn’t see Duanmu Ying and frowned.

Nan Chenghui’s demonic qi outbreak had not been suppressed. If someone with intentions took him away, they must surely use this point to cause trouble. Time was urgent and could not be delayed. They needed to leave immediately.

With a thought, the emerald jade flute at his waist transformed into a sword, which flew off to find Duanmu Ying.

In just a moment, the flute-sword returned to Wen Yu’s side, and Duanmu Ying’s figure appeared in everyone’s sight.

“Let’s go.”

Having already communicated with the townsfolk, the three of them left directly, leaving a few Yuehui Sect disciples to guard the area.

Xiaoyu immediately stepped forward, walking toward Wen Yu. A gust of wind brushed past her side, stinging her face.

Looking up, Duanmu Ying walked quickly, reaching Xiaocao, and pulled her toward the Yuehui Sect disciples.

“She is now completely alone. No one here can care for her. Take her back to the sect. The Sect Master will take care of her when he sees this token.”

Duanmu Ying finished speaking, took the token from Xiaocao’s hand, and showed it to the Yuehui Sect disciples.

The Yuehui Sect disciples immediately agreed upon seeing Duanmu Ying.

Duanmu Ying slipped the token back into Xiaocao’s hand, her gaze controlling her sadness as she looked at Xiaocao: “Go to the Yuehui Sect. They can protect you there.”

Xiaocao clutched the token, nodded, and didn’t dare to speak.

Duanmu Ying walked to Wen Yu’s side, but kept a considerable distance.

When she glimpsed Xiaoyu approaching, her eyes instantly filled with hatred, but the moment her peripheral vision caught Wen Yu, she immediately suppressed it.

Wen Yu turned and walked out of the courtyard. Duanmu Ying followed.

Xiaoyu walked last, leaving the courtyard under the scrutinizing eyes of the Yuehui Sect disciples.

Walking on the familiar crossroads, her feet no longer hurt.

Looking at the pink embroidered shoes on her feet and her white clothes that looked clean as new, Xiaoyu sighed inwardly.

So much had happened in just over a day since she transmigrated.

Passing through the damaged houses, they arrived at the fields again. The sky was now fully bright. Xiaoyu only now realized that the lush green fields had many weeds growing in them.

It seemed that frequent demon beast attacks had left people in constant fear, and they had no inclination to tend the fields.

Wen Yu once again took out the flying boat from his storage talisman.

The flying boat hovered in mid-air, casting a shadow over the trees.

The stone path beneath their feet led to the endless dense forest. The leaves rustled without wind, making a whispering sound.

As the flying boat started, Xiaoyu stood on the deck looking down. She could still see Xiaocao’s courtyard. As they ascended and flew away, it became just a dot.

After gazing for a moment, Xiaoyu walked into the cabin, intending to rest in the room.

Having not slept all night, she felt slightly drowsy now that she was relaxed.

The moment she stepped inside, she heard Duanmu Ying’s voice clearly entering her ears.

“…When can he return?”

The room door was ajar, open just a crack, but Xiaoyu heard it clearly.

She didn’t intend to eavesdrop. She kept walking past the doorway.

“Senior Brother is in trouble. Master is going to the Desert Demon Territory. Only Second Senior Brother knows the demon language—”

The voice stopped abruptly, and the door was slammed shut with a bang.

Xiaoyu paused and glared back at the door.

She just happened to walk past Duanmu Ying’s room, and the person hadn’t properly closed the door and was speaking so loudly.

It was hard not to hear.

Returning to her room, Xiaoyu collapsed onto the bed, but the thought of rest vanished.

She wanted to replicate the ability that had suddenly erupted last night, but she couldn’t grasp the trick.

The setting for demon beasts in this book was that they were born with an inherent divine ability. As they grew and cultivated, they would awaken more abilities, the number depending on the demon beast’s own comprehension.

The strange aroma that erupted last night was the fox demon’s unique power of enchantment, which they were born with.

When cultivated to the extreme, it could control the heart and soul, turning the opponent into a puppet to be manipulated at will.

But no matter what Xiaoyu did—clinching her fists or chanting incantations—she couldn’t use the enchantment ability again.

She flopped onto the bed, closed her eyes to empty her mind, and after lying down for a while, Xiaoyu bolted upright.

“No, I have to practice properly!”

She needed to master this body as quickly as possible and become familiar with the original body’s abilities, at least enough to ensure her survival when danger struck.

Xiaoyu started cheering herself up: “Cultivate! Get strong! Run away!”

The moment the words left her mouth, a knock sounded on the door. Xiaoyu immediately fell silent, covering her guilt: “Who is it?”

Did someone hear me just talk about running away?

Wen Yu’s voice came from outside the door: “Come to my room.”

After a moment, there was no more sound.

Xiaoyu quietly walked over, peered out the door, and then opened it. No one was outside.

She breathed a sigh of relief, then looked towards the end of the cabin. The door to Wen Yu’s room was open.

Leaving her room, Xiaoyu walked toward Wen Yu’s room, wondering why he had called her.

When she entered the room, she saw Duanmu Ying inside, facing Wen Yu who was sitting at a table.

Xiaoyu didn’t approach. She really didn’t want to be pushed toward death again.

Annoying!

I don’t want to see Duanmu Ying!

The thought of being near the person who wanted to kill her made her nerves tense.

Forget it. I’ll endure until the Villain is gone, then I’ll run away.

Xiaoyu lowered her head. Only Wen Yu could see her drooping fox ears in the room.

In certain moments, the state of her ears directly betrayed her mood.

“Xiaoyu.”

Hearing Wen Yu call her, Xiaoyu looked up at him.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a golden glow over Wen Yu, but it also allowed him to clearly see her pupils, which were indistinguishable from a human’s.

He assumed her demonic power had recovered, and she had transformed her demonic pupils into human pupils herself.

His gaze moved to the pair of fox ears on her head. Why didn’t she retract those too?

Wen Yu collected his thoughts and spoke: “My senior disciple was captured and taken to the Desert Demon Territory. Only a demon can open the entrance there. I need your assistance.”

Duanmu Ying stood silently to the side, secretly clenching her hands.

Xiaoyu nodded and said yes.

Her demon identity currently held value for Wen Yu. She needed to utilize this identity well and quickly earn Wen Yu’s trust.

After Wen Yu explained some arrangements, he told the two of them to leave.

Xiaoyu thought for a moment, then decided to ask Wen Yu about her inherent divine ability.

Seeing Xiaoyu hadn’t left, Wen Yu looked up at her: “Something else?”

“I have a question I’d like to ask the Taoist Priest.”

Duanmu Ying paused her steps. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from turning back and quickly left.

Xiaoyu closed the door and lowered her voice: “First, thank you for saving me last night, Taoist Priest. Also, I wanted to ask if a demon’s inherent divine ability could be unusable due to physical reasons?”

Wen Yu’s pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. He instinctively tightened his grip on the jade flute in his hand.

Last night, did I have an episode?