The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 13

Both people were preoccupied with their own thoughts and failed to notice the other’s odd behavior.

Xiaoyu’s words conveyed detachment and resistance towards the Demon Race, and everything she said made it seem as if she wasn’t a demon beast.

Wen Yu’s entire aura instantly became cold. He asked, seemingly casually: “What did you encounter down there after I went up last night?”

Xiaoyu answered truthfully: “Not long after you left, Taoist Priest, a demon beast burst out from underground and killed many people. Later, Duanmu Ying arrived and saved the girl. Then I used my inherent divine ability, and you arrived just in time and saved me.”

She didn’t mention Duanmu Ying harming her.

She wasn’t the type of person to hold a grudge relentlessly, and besides, Wen Yu was present then and saw everything, so there was no need to bring it up again.

Xiaoyu began to ask Wen Yu for guidance: “My inherent divine ability seems a bit unreliable. I used it once last night, but I can’t use it again. Taoist Priest, can you teach me?”

Wen Yu cast an investigative gaze at her. Meeting her amber pupils, his fingertip slowly traced the patterns on the green flute, remarking casually: “Your pupils have transformed into human eyes, so your demonic power should have recovered. How could you be unable to use your inherent divine ability?”

Xiaoyu blinked, pointing to her eyes: “Taoist Priest, did you forget? You helped me transform these last night.”

The movement of Wen Yu’s hand abruptly stopped. He then stood up and walked toward Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu subconsciously took a step back, waiting for Wen Yu to speak.

Instead, she saw Wen Yu lean in toward her, his eyes fixed on her.

At such a close distance, she could see his slightly lowered lashes, long and thick. His eye shape gave the illusion that when he focused on her, his entire attention was on her.

Xiaoyu inadvertently spaced out, only snapping back to attention when she saw his lashes lift and a look of confusion appear in his eyes.

She instantly felt so embarrassed her toes curled, wanting to find a hole to crawl into.

No, with such a handsome man standing in front of her, looking at her so intently, how could she handle it!

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

Seeing Wen Yu still looking at her, Xiaoyu subconsciously touched her eye. Her eyelashes brushed against her finger. She only regretted not having a mirror with her to see her own face.

When she learned magic, she would conjure a water mirror like Wen Yu’s.

Wen Yu straightened up, but shook his head.

There were indeed traces of his spellcasting, but he had no memory of concealing Xiaoyu’s demonic pupils. He figured his ill self must have done it.

But seeing Xiaoyu’s normal reaction, she likely hadn’t noticed he had been ill last night.

He needed to rescue Nan Chenghui quickly and part ways with this fox. The longer they spent together, the greater the possibility of exposure.

If this weakness of his were spread by someone with malicious intent, it would be extremely dangerous.

The Human Race might not dare to challenge him, but the Demon and Devil Races were another matter.

“I cannot teach you.” Upon saying this, he saw Xiaoyu’s disappointed expression.

Wen Yu’s mind changed, and he added: “When my second disciple returns, he has some expertise in the Demon Race and may be able to teach you.”

The disappointment on Xiaoyu’s face turned into anticipation: “Oh, right! He’s a demon, he definitely knows how!”

No sooner had she spoken than she suddenly met Wen Yu’s suspicious gaze.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, I spoke too quickly.

In the book, Wen Yu concealed the true identities of his two disciples very well. Their identities should not have been exposed yet.

And I just blurted it out.

She could only put on an expression that implied, “Oh, I’ve known your second disciple is a demon for a long time,” and tried to gloss over it.

“Then I’ll ask your second disciple for guidance when he’s free.”

Inwardly, she was thinking, Run, run quickly.

There was a way to die called dying from knowing too much.

As she turned to leave, Wen Yu’s jade flute blocked her path. His voice came from behind her: “I suddenly have a few things I’d like to talk to you about.”

Xiaoyu: I don’t want to talk. I really don’t want to talk.

She was regretting why she had closed the door. If the door hadn’t been closed, she could have turned around and run away!

Xiaoyu had no choice but to force a friendly smile, only hoping that the jade flute in Wen Yu’s hand wouldn’t turn into a sword.

She was starting to feel a bit faint around swords.

“What does Taoist Priest want to talk about?”

She suddenly felt like she was facing interrogation from her boss, wanting to run but afraid of being cornered.

“Sit there. We can talk slowly.” Wen Yu’s words carried deeper meaning.

Since this fox approached him, she had twice mentioned things she knew about the people around him, and the demon who came specifically for him last night appeared too coincidentally.

He had destroyed the entire Demon Territory that night, and not a single demon could have survived. In such a situation, it was impossible for a demon beast to relay information and cause trouble in the town.

Coupled with the demon that appeared in Xiaoyu’s room, all of this made Wen Yu inevitably suspicious.

Although this demon posed no threat to him, she knew too much—things he had never spoken about publicly.

Wen Yu began to wonder what kind of entity had replaced the fox demon’s shell, to be so clearly informed about his affairs.

Until he figured it out, he couldn’t let her leave.

He gathered his thoughts and heard the fox verbally refuse.

“I won’t sit, okay? Taoist Priest, just say whatever you want to say.”

She didn’t know why, but when reading the book, she thought Wen Yu was a good person. Although polite and aloof, he wouldn’t be as domineering as he appeared now.

Wen Yu withdrew the jade flute. His fingers moved slightly, setting up a soundproof barrier, and he only said: “How did you know that my second disciple is a demon?”

As the words fell, the room immediately plunged into silence, so quiet that it seemed even Xiaoyu’s nervous heartbeat could be heard.

“I…” If I don’t give a reasonable explanation, will Wen Yu silence me?

Xiaoyu’s mind raced, struggling to think of how to deceive him.

She didn’t notice that the twitching fox ears on her head exposed her inner thoughts.

Wen Yu watched her intently, just waiting for her to lie.

He didn’t care about the lie, but if he sensed any ulterior motive, the sword in the flute would cleave this fox’s head off.

“To be honest—” Xiaoyu thought of a method and began to fabricate: “I actually dreamed about you all.”

The fox ears on her head twitched and then suddenly stood upright.

Wen Yu listened to her nonsense with an air of composure.

“I dreamed you had three disciples, and one of them was a demon beast, whose original form was a wolf.”

Xiaoyu blinked, afraid to look at Wen Yu. She feared that meeting his eyes would expose her lie.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu seemed to believe her.

“What else did you dream?”

Wen Yu turned, walked to the chair, and sat down, placing the jade flute on the table.

He rested his right arm on the table, supporting his chin with the back of his hand as he looked at Xiaoyu.

His illness had lasted too long last night. After recovering, he spent the entire night checking the town’s perimeter for anomalies.

After the Yuehui Sect people arrived, he gave them instructions. He hadn’t rested the entire night.

This fox had only been here for two nights, yet he had been ill and unrested on two consecutive nights.

Xiaoyu decided to use this opportunity to disclose a few more things, lest she accidentally let slip something again later.

“I also dreamed that you were very powerful and saved many people.” She threw in a compliment.

Wen Yu looked up and asked: “Is that all?”

Xiaoyu nodded. She had wanted to mention Wen Yu’s final fate, but saying it felt like cursing him to die.

“When I met you in the Demon Territory, did you already know my whereabouts beforehand?”

Xiaoyu subconsciously shook her head, but immediately controlled herself after a slight movement.

The book seemed to have mentioned that someone else had given Wen Yu the whereabouts, saying he was looking for someone named Lian Qiao.

The description of the original body was too sparse. Xiaoyu could only make things up, hoping she wouldn’t encounter any demon beast who knew the original body later, or her lie would be exposed.

“Actually, someone else told me, saying you were looking for someone…” As she said this, Xiaoyu suddenly remembered seeing the name Lian Qiao when she read the book.

When Nan Chenghui and Yan Ziqiong’s identities were exposed, and Wen Yu was being denounced by the major sects, Qiu Hong, the Sect Master of Yuehui, had come to persuade Wen Yu. At that time, Yan Ziqiong retorted.

Yan Ziqiong had said: Is this how you repay Master for helping you rescue your sworn sister from the Desert Demon Territory?

This sworn sister was Duanmu Ying’s aunt, Lian Qiao.

She immediately added: “I just remembered, I also dreamed that you rescued Lian Qiao in the Desert Demon Territory.”

This statement elicited a merciless revelation from Wen Yu: “Why didn’t you remember that just now?”

Xiaoyu laughed awkwardly: “I’m getting old, my memory is failing.”

Wen Yu keenly picked up the tone in Xiaoyu’s words and the repeated use of “person” (ren).

He could now be certain that the entity who replaced the original fox demon was a human.

One matter was settled, and a new question arose.

The Desert Demon Territory could indeed only be opened by a demon.

But the clue Qiu Hong provided was that there were no signs of a struggle in Lian Qiao’s room before she disappeared, and according to Qiu Hong, Lian Qiao barely interacted with demon beasts, focusing entirely on medical research, making it unlikely that she would be targeted by them.

If what Xiaoyu said was highly credible, then he would have to consider why Lian Qiao was taken to the Desert Demon Territory.

Wen Yu was lost in thought when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

“Taoist Priest? Taoist Priest? Can I go now?”

He looked up and saw the fox in front of him watching him with anticipation.

Wen Yu nodded slightly, but before she could leave, he asked again: “Where did you get that title ‘Taoist Priest’ from?”

Since the day he met her, he had been called ‘Taoist Priest,’ but this was the first time he had encountered this specific title.

Cultivators were typically referred to as Immortal Elders (Xian Zhang).

Xiaoyu froze, scratched her head, and touched the fox ears on top of her head, still instinctively trembling a little from discomfort.

“Well, I read a storybook before, and the people in it all called him that.”

A fox spirit and a Taoist Priest—in her world, this was a perfectly shippable couple! Countless fantasy stories were written around this CP.

Wen Yu’s eyes flickered, and he told Xiaoyu she could leave.

Xiaoyu immediately turned and left, failing to see the deep look in Wen Yu’s eyes as he stared at her back.

Returning to her room, she immediately threw herself onto the bed, rolled over, and forced herself to relax.

The conversation with Wen Yu just now was too stimulating. One wrong step and she would have been labeled a spy.

Xiaoyu rested for a while, then started pondering how to activate her inherent divine ability.

When she noticed the endless yellow sand outside the window, she realized a long time had passed.

They had finally arrived at the Desert Demon Territory.

This was one of the Four Great Demon Territories of the Demon Realm, occupying a quarter of the original book’s length.

Countless heroic souls were buried here.