The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 18

Lord Fushan opened his eyes wide, barely making out Duanmu Ying’s face.

“You, little girl, have good taste!” He drunkenly extended his thumb in praise.

His gaze then fell upon Xiaoyu, and he grinned: “Wen Yu, oh Wen Yu, why have you fallen for a demon beast too?”

As soon as he said this, it immediately drew dissatisfaction from Duanmu Ying, though she didn’t voice it. Lord Fushan was a legendary figure; she dared not offend him.

But why didn’t Master refute him?

Xiaoyu subconsciously touched the fox ears on top of her head, wondering how this person knew she was a demon.

Then she realized she carried a demonic qi that was easily detectable.

She instantly felt deflated.

She is a demon now, not a human.

“I need your help with something.” Wen Yu got straight to the point.

Lord Fushan’s drunken eyes instantly cleared.

Following Lord Fushan to his residence, Xiaoyu looked at the house with one room and one courtyard and felt envious.

When will she be able to own a house of her own?

The interior furnishings were neat and clean, matching Lord Fushan’s appearance, even featuring paintings as decoration. Every door had a beaded curtain, and the table even had a pastel-colored tablecloth.

The details suggested that this room also had another mistress.

“Sit anywhere, make yourselves at home.”

Lord Fushan greeted them and took a seat first.

Wen Yu sat opposite him, with Duanmu Ying standing behind him.

Xiaoyu was tired from walking and didn’t want to stand. She moved a stool to the side and sat down, pricking up her ears to listen to their conversation.

“You said your eldest disciple was kidnapped?”

Lord Fushan scrutinized Wen Yu, teasing: “I never thought you’d actually take disciples. Where did the person who vowed not to get involved in worldly affairs go?”

“It happened in recent years.” Wen Yu tapped his jade flute with his fingertip, his expression indifferent.

Duanmu Ying’s face, however, instantly changed color.

She knew how she had become Wen Yu’s disciple, and those unsavory matters, if brought into the open, would not only embarrass herself.

“Tell me, what do you need me to do.” Lord Fushan leaned his upper body forward: “But let’s be clear beforehand, I help you this one time, and the favor I owe you will be considered paid.”

Wen Yu nodded and immediately dropped a bombshell: “I need to enter the Demon Territory’s main residence.”

“What are you thinking?” Lord Fushan’s last bit of intoxication vanished in shock: “That’s a place comparable to a royal palace. Is it somewhere you and I can just walk into?”

Xiaoyu secretly glanced at Lord Fushan. Such a strong reaction—is it really that hard to enter?

Wen Yu ignored him: “I know you have a way.”

This sentence made Lord Fushan deflate instantly: “I can’t possibly—just because of you…”

“You only need to help me get in, and the debt you owe me is cleared.”

Xiaoyu saw Lord Fushan slam the table and stand up, his voice raised: “Deal.”

He beckoned to Wen Yu: “Let’s go, we’ll go now.”

Xiaoyu: “?”

Wait, why did you suddenly agree?

The “go now” Lord Fushan mentioned meant going to Jinhuan Tower.

Seeing the intricately designed architecture again, Xiaoyu couldn’t help but sigh. These demon beasts are quite capable.

“The three of you wait here. I’ll be back shortly.”

Lord Fushan’s eyes were smiling. He patted Wen Yu’s shoulder, ignoring Wen Yu’s distaste for his strong scent of alcohol, and whispered something before leaving.

“Are you in heat?” He glanced at Xiaoyu, who was surveying the surroundings, and ran off before Wen Yu could speak.

The person referred to as “in heat” looked at Xiaoyu, their eyes meeting her turning gaze.

The girl smiled at him, then looked away first.

Wen Yu, however, continued to look at her without blinking.

Sensing Wen Yu’s gaze fixed upon her, Xiaoyu looked back again, showing a confused expression.

Why is he constantly staring at her?

Lord Fushan left hastily and returned pulling a delicate-looking woman.

The moment the woman entered, a bitter smell of herbs quickly filled the room.

“She is my sweetheart, Lady Rong.” Lord Fushan pulled the woman in. When speaking of her, his expression softened.

Lady Rong curtsied gracefully to the three of them. She was like a weak willow swaying in the wind, inspiring pity in anyone who first saw her.

She retreated behind Lord Fushan, her eyes shifting, but she offered a friendly smile towards Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu was startled, quickly returning the smile.

“She is the daughter of the Demon Territory Lord.”

As soon as Lord Fushan finished speaking, the look in Duanmu Ying’s eyes towards Lady Rong instantly changed.

“She’s a demon?”

Xiaoyu thought, here we go again, seeing Duanmu Ying’s sword already drawn a fraction.

Lord Fushan was smiling sweetly, but this prevented Duanmu Ying from overtly showing her hostility toward the demon beast.

“Wen Yu, hasn’t your disciple ever seen a demon? Such a fuss.”

Lord Fushan seemed very concerned about the woman. He gently patted Lady Rong’s hand and softly asked: “You weren’t frightened, were you?”

Lady Rong shook her head and smiled: “I am no child. How could I be so timid?”

She then gave Duanmu Ying an apologetic smile: “Please forgive the Immortal Elder. This person of mine is always so loud and doesn’t know how to speak properly.”

Duanmu Ying only said it was her own issue, took a step back, and didn’t look at Lady Rong again.

In her heart, she was utterly shocked. She had never seen a cultivator in love with a demon beast, let alone a grand figure in the cultivation world like Lord Fushan.

Lord Fushan disappeared for over two hundred years after the great battle, just to stay in the Desert Demon Territory and be in love with a demon beast?

Duanmu Ying couldn’t accept it.

If she hadn’t seen those man-eating demon beasts, she might have truly been deceived by this demon beast’s delicate appearance.

“Didn’t you say you needed my help? That must be to help these guests, right?” Lady Rong asked Lord Fushan softly.

Lord Fushan had changed his mind.

Duanmu Ying’s interference had ruined his mood.

“Forget it, I—”

Lady Rong saw his intention. She took her hand out to soothe him: “A promise must be kept.”

Her gaze towards Lord Fushan was sincere, carrying a hint of advice.

Lord Fushan’s heart softened: “I’ll listen to Lady Rong.”

He motioned for Wen Yu to speak, but saw Wen Yu unroll a painting showing a woman with coiled hair.

It was Lian Qiao, Duanmu Ying’s missing aunt.

“Have you ever seen this woman?”

Lord Fushan took the painting, using his eyes to question Wen Yu: Didn’t you want to enter the Demon Territory’s main residence? Why are you asking about people now?

Lady Rong scrutinized it, then shook her head: “No, I haven’t seen her.”

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu quietly moved a few steps to the side.

She remembered that Lian Qiao was rescued in the Desert Demon Territory, but she didn’t know where she was rescued from.

Wen Yu put away the portrait, only giving Lord Fushan a look. The latter immediately understood his meaning.

He intended not to use his help.

Lady Rong suddenly started coughing, a unnatural flush appearing on her face. She tightly gripped Lord Fushan’s hand.

“Lady Rong’s health isn’t good. I’ll take her back first. If you need anything, you can come to my place to find me.”

Lord Fushan immediately picked up Lady Rong and hurried away.

As soon as the two left, Duanmu Ying impatiently asked: “Master, do you have a clue about my aunt?”

This question made Xiaoyu’s heart skip a beat. Wen Yu wouldn’t expose her, would he?

“I was just asking around.”

Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, then heard Wen Yu say: “First, let’s find a place to stay.”

When Xiaoyu followed him to the inn and saw Wen Yu pull out a large handful of green leaf-shaped demon gold, she couldn’t help but curiously ask: “Taoist Priest, when did you get demon gold?”

Wen Yu’s hand, holding the demon gold to pay, paused. He took a handful from the excess demon gold and handed it to Xiaoyu: “Lord Fushan gave it to me just now.”

Seeing Xiaoyu not take it, he offered it again: “Take it. Go buy some attire.”

Xiaoyu’s eyes instantly lit up. She accepted the demon gold: “Got it.”

Hugging the demon gold, she turned around and saw Duanmu Ying staring at her sinisterly, with ill intent.

Xiaoyu ignored her, told Wen Yu, and took the demon gold to buy clothes and shoes.

Halfway there, she remembered looking for the “older sister,” but realized she had no idea where to start or even what her name was.

When she returned to the inn, it was already dark.

Wen Yu had booked three rooms. Xiaoyu knocked on his door and waited for a while before she heard a voice: “Is something the matter?”

Xiaoyu held the clothes she had changed out of and said: “I came to return the clothes you gave me earlier.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the door flew open. The clothes in Xiaoyu’s arms whooshed into the room, and before she could even see clearly, the door was shut.

The wind from the closing door brushed against Xiaoyu’s face. She rubbed her nose and turned back to her own room.

“So strange.”

Xiaoyu didn’t dwell on it. She flopped onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.

The darkness quietly swept over the entire Demon Territory. An eerie silence spread, and wisps of black qi seeped in through the cracks in the walls, gradually condensing into a ball.

The coal ball quietly bounced onto the bed, suddenly swelling in size, and then lowered its voice towards the sleeping Xiaoyu: “Go kill Wen Yu—”

Xiaoyu had a dream: she dreamed that a demon was telling her to go kill Wen Yu.

She woke up in a fright. Her surroundings were pitch black.

“Damn it, dreaming about that of all things.”

She turned over, planning to continue sleeping.

Before she could close her eyes, she suddenly heard a voice, startling her again.

“You’re awake!”

She wasn’t sleepy at all this time.

Xiaoyu blindly shifted toward the side, scared out of her wits by the sudden voice.

“Who?”

The room instantly lit up.

Seeing the coal ball in front of her, Xiaoyu angrily rushed over and tried to swat it, but the coal ball dodged.

“It’s you again!”

“It’s me again!” The coal ball flew next to Xiaoyu, urging her: “Now is the best time to kill Wen Yu. Hurry, hurry!”

Xiaoyu refused.

“If you want to go, you go. I’m not going.”

This was the second time she had been woken up when she was sleeping soundly!

“Wen Yu is being ambushed right now. If we kill him during the chaos, we can claim a great merit.”

Xiaoyu caught the key point: “Wen Yu is being ambushed?”

When did that happen? How come I didn’t sense anything?

There were no windows in the rooms of this inn, only small holes in the solid thick walls.

“Let’s hurry and kill Wen Yu, then we can go back and report for duty.”

Xiaoyu’s mind went blank for a moment. When she recovered, she immediately got out of bed. Before she could put on her shoes, the door collapsed, and a person shrouded in black mist rushed in, holding a knife.

The moment she saw this person, an alarm immediately sounded in Xiaoyu’s head, and her body quickly reacted.

A rich fragrance erupted, and a cloud of pink mist glittered under the candlelight.

The person seemed unprepared for Xiaoyu’s proactive attack. His mind was momentarily seized by the enchantment spell, and his expression became vacant.

In her panic, Xiaoyu used her demonic power to strike his head, actually succeeding in knocking him out.

The coal ball bumped Xiaoyu’s arm: “The Demon Lord set a trap to lure Wen Yu in. He’s our accomplice. Why did you hit him?”

“What did you say?”