The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 20

Duanmu Ying woke up.

She had just had a beautiful dream scented with gardenias.

In the dream, her Mother was there. Her Mother picked a gardenia and tucked it into her hair, allowing her to smell the fresh fragrance.

The dream ended, and the cruel reality was in stark contrast to the beautiful dream.

Her Mother was long gone.

Duanmu Ying was dazed for a long time before she barely recovered her senses.

The sword in her hand had long fallen.

She picked it up. Looking up, she saw Xiaoyu holding her Master’s hand and speaking to him.

This time, she did not rush over to pull Xiaoyu away. Instead, she stood silently where she was, biting her lip and just watching Xiaoyu.

This fox demon’s inherent divine ability was actually powerful enough to stir up the most secret yearning in her heart.

She couldn’t watch for too long. Sheng Li gave her a command: “Since you’re awake, watch those two demons closely.”

Only then did Duanmu Ying realize that the demons who had attacked them earlier were gone. Only the two bound demons remained, with her Master’s sword lying nearby.

“Then Master, you—”

Sheng Li turned and walked away, not giving Duanmu Ying a chance to finish.

He allowed the small fox, whose palm was scalding hot, to hold his hand and walk along with him.

Duanmu Ying watched their retreating figures, her expression hard to decipher.

It seemed to be a mix of struggle and resentment.

Her gaze turned to the two demons, whose shrouding black mist was as dark as the night.

It was so dark that Xiaoyu had to tentatively feel the ground with every step. She didn’t know where she was going; the surroundings were very dim.

Her tightly clasped hand had already let go. The only cool object she could touch was gone, and her whole body felt even more feverish and uncomfortable.

Her heart was pounding like a drum. It seemed she could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

Until the voice of her lifeline sounded: “Stand still.”

Xiaoyu obediently stopped. Her eyes could only see blackness. She could only judge the speaker’s location by the direction of the voice.

Yet, Sheng Li could see the girl’s appearance clearly in the darkness, including her tightly bitten lips, which were trying to suppress the instinctive moans her body wanted to utter.

Even the naturally sweet scent she carried became more concentrated in the darkness.

Sheng Li originally didn’t want to get involved, but since this little fox pleaded with him, he might as well take care of it.

Perhaps it could also annoy the other person inside this body.

The twitching fox ears drew Sheng Li’s attention, but upon seeing the traces of the spell Wen Yu had left, he instantly lost interest and became annoyed instead.

An eyesore.

His gaze moved down, landing on Xiaoyu’s new clothes.

He spoke with meaning: “New clothes?”

Xiaoyu’s mind was hazy. She couldn’t delve into why he would ask this, only nodding constantly, wanting to lean against the person who was emitting a chilling aura.

Sheng Li noticed her intention, took a step back, raised his palm and pressed down. Rain suddenly began to fall mid-air.

But it was only localized rain. The area of rainfall was centered around Xiaoyu, instantly drenching her to the bone.

Wet strands of hair clung to her cheeks. Xiaoyu blinked. Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, mirroring the confusion in her eyes.

She looked up, tilting her face, accepting the rain’s cleansing.

The feverish heat in her body seemed to be suppressed by the rain’s coolness. Her mind gradually became active, and she started wondering why it suddenly started raining.

The soaked clothes clung to her body, outlining her curves.

The rain stopped.

Xiaoyu’s agitation subsided with it.

She wiped her face, squeezing out a word of thanks: “Thank you, Taoist Priest, for helping suppress…”

She was too embarrassed to say the last three words aloud.

She was truly unlucky. Not only did she inexplicably transmigrate, but she also gained this strange characteristic.

“Is just saying a polite word enough?”

Xiaoyu located the speaker’s direction and tilted her head to look: “Is it not?”

Having just suppressed the inexplicably rising breeding desire, her mind was still foggy, and she instinctively questioned him back.

She asked so frankly, with a child-like innocence, that even Sheng Li, who had been constantly fighting in a sea of blood, was momentarily at a loss as to why it wouldn’t be enough.

Since meeting this fox whose soul had been replaced, instances of losing control had increased.

Xiaoyu only knew that after she asked, Wen Yu suddenly fell silent.

The coldness from the water on her body suppressed the heat, but it caused her body temperature to drop constantly, and she gradually felt cold.

She asked for the temperature-regulating clothes: “Taoist Priest, the clothes I returned to you earlier, can I borrow them again?”

Unexpectedly, the person in front of her replied: “I already threw them away.”

“Huh?” Xiaoyu felt it was a waste. The material was good and didn’t get dirty. Why would he throw it away?

She suddenly shivered and hunched her body.

Sheng Li grew increasingly dissatisfied, turning and walking away.

But the person who remembered her original purpose called out: “Taoist Priest, I helped you just now, right?”

Sheng Li turned around, uttering a single sound: “Mm?”

“Then, can I ask you for a small favor?”

Xiaoyu was shivering, her teeth chattering from the cold.

“I just helped suppress your breeding desire. Can I also ask you for a small favor?” Sheng Li was starting to lose patience.

She has some nerve, asking him for a favor.

Xiaoyu’s face turned pale. Firstly, because he spoke those three words so openly, causing her shame. Secondly, because she did indeed need his help.

But at the time, she didn’t know how to suppress it. The “older sister” had helped her before.

She bit her lip, unwilling to concede.

“That’s different,” Xiaoyu argued: “That was caused because I wanted to help you.”

With every word she spoke, her awkwardness and grievance grew stronger.

Her frustrated appearance struck Sheng Li as amusing.

Did he ask her for help?

He was simply bored at the time, teasing those demons. A fox suddenly popped up, which ruined his fun, and now this fox was blaming him.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiaoyu’s trembling voice sounded: “Then, doesn’t leading you into the Demon Territory, and helping you find Jinhuan Tower, count for anything?”

“Also, I was pushed by Duanmu Ying earlier and almost lost my life. Doesn’t that count either?”

As she spoke, she was so miserable she felt like crying.

She hadn’t asked for an excessive request; she only wanted to save her own life. Why was it so impossible?

Xiaoyu paused, wiped the water mixed with tears that ran down her face, and quietly grumbled:

“And you’re still the universally revered Sword Venerable…”

Sheng Li narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the fox whose voice was laced with tears from grievance. He became even more displeased.

“You think Wen Yu is powerful?”

Xiaoyu spoke according to her impression from the novel: “Aren’t you the strongest in the three realms?”

Affected by negative emotions, she didn’t notice the purposeful emphasis on the two words “Wen Yu” in her sentence.

Sheng Li sneered silently.

This fox thinks too simply of Wen Yu. She only sees the glamorous exterior.

Beneath the skin was the same filthy blood as his own, hiding unspeakable filth and disgrace.

Sheng Li became curious. If this innocent fox saw Wen Yu’s hidden dark side, would she still trust him as she did now?

However, he didn’t want to agree to this request easily.

So, he voluntarily handed over control of the body to the other person. Before his consciousness was suppressed, he asked: “What do you want?”

Xiaoyu immediately looked up and quickly said: “I just want you not to kill me.”

The girl’s hoarse but hopeful voice rang in Wen Yu’s ears.

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment. After quickly processing the information, he knew he had had an episode again.

The frequency of his episodes was increasing recently. He had to return to Yuehui Sect as soon as possible.

During his moment of thought, Xiaoyu assumed he didn’t want to agree and quickly argued for herself: “Another demon came and asked me to kill you, but I didn’t. I even went to help you; you saw it yourself.”

Xiaoyu was anxious: “I just want to live. Is asking you not to have killing intent towards me that difficult?”

Looking at Xiaoyu, who was completely soaked and trembling, Wen Yu had no idea what he had done during his episode.

Being bombarded with her words the moment he regained consciousness left him somewhat confused.

Since he found out this fox had a different soul, when had he ever had the intention to kill her?

“It is not difficult.”

Xiaoyu was stunned. She had given such an impassioned speech only to receive two words in response. For a moment, she didn’t know how to reply.

“I—” Wen Yu paused, setting aside the doubt in his heart. He simply said: “If you harbor no ill will toward others, I will not kill you.”

“Good, it’s settled then.” Xiaoyu quickly agreed, urgently needing to secure the promise. She then sneezed.

So cold.

The sight of her shivering made Wen Yu wonder: What exactly did my alter ego do before I regained consciousness?

Although he was curious why Xiaoyu was soaking wet, he didn’t ask further.

Wen Yu pulled out a new set of clothes and handed them to her: “Put these on.”

The white robe shimmered with a faint glow in the darkness.

Xiaoyu reached out, took it, and immediately wrapped herself in it. The garment clung to her, quickly warming up.

She finally felt alive again.

Xiaoyu glanced at Wen Yu and mumbled: “You just said you threw them away…”

Wen Yu carefully observed Xiaoyu’s expression and actions. Only when he confirmed she showed no suspicion about the difference between his alter ego and his current self did he relax.

Sometimes, simplicity is a good thing.

“Let’s go.”

During the attack, he only retained brief moments of clarity before succumbing to his episode. Since he was able to speak with Xiaoyu now, the trouble must have been resolved.

Wen Yu walked ahead, and Xiaoyu followed him.

“The demon that ran into the flying boat last time came again. He said this was a trap set for you.”

Wen Yu’s steps didn’t falter: “I know.”

Xiaoyu stopped, surprised by Wen Yu’s calm reaction.

Alright, as expected of a big shot in the three realms. He’s not afraid of conspiracies and walks straight into a trap alone.

When they returned, Duanmu Ying was still guarding the spot. The sword-flute flew back to Wen Yu and transformed into the jade flute, hanging on his waist.

Xiaoyu glanced at it; it was emerald green.

“Speak, where is Nan Chenghui?” Wen Yu stood before the two demons, interrogating them from above.

The two demons answered with irrelevant talk: “If you weren’t killed this time, the Demon Lord will send more people. Wen Yu, you can’t escape.”

“Master, just use soul searching. Don’t waste time talking to them,” Duanmu Ying said resentfully, clutching her wound.

Wen Yu intended to do just that. Pale-green spiritual threads flowed like a river into the heads of the two demons. A moment later, the threads snapped, and the two demons suddenly exploded.

A protective barrier covered the three of them, blocking the force of the explosion.

“There were restrictions placed inside them. Forcing a soul search would trigger the self-detonation of the restriction.”

“Darn it, the clue is lost again. Senior Brother…” Duanmu Ying was anxious but helpless.

“The fact that they came proves my suspicion was correct.” Wen Yu gripped his jade flute.

“They want to lure me to the Demon Territory’s main residence.”