The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 23

The aunt who had cared for her for many years held such deep hatred for the Human Clan.

Her already pale face lost even more color.

Rong Niang forced herself to calm down.

She had to go and tell Lord Fushan so that he and those Immortal Masters could prepare early.

Rong Niang turned and ran, moving faster than she had on the way in. Her throat ached, and it felt as if her lungs couldn’t draw in air.

But she dared not stop.

Although she had only met that Immortal Master once yesterday, judging by the familiarity in Lord Fushan’s tone when speaking to him, Lord Fushan certainly valued that Immortal Master’s life.

She did not want to see Lord Fushan fall into that kind of grief again.

However, she wouldn’t openly charge in and demand that her Father and the others stop.

Sending a warning was the only thing she could do.

Rong Niang ran toward the outside of the residence, not having heard the full conversation.

Nor did she know that her movements had long been noticed.

“Did you deliberately say those things to deceive Rong Rong?” The Demon Domain Lord stared at the old woman’s face and asked.

The old woman let out a cynical laugh: “What, are you reluctant to let go of your precious daughter?”

Her tone abruptly changed: “Don’t sacrifice the greater good for the minor; our grand plan is the priority above all else.”

“And what do you take your daughter for?” The old woman narrowed her eyes, disdaining the Demon Domain Lord’s embarrassed face: “She has been intimately involved with that human for years. Are you truly ignorant of that?”

At this moment, the old woman’s expression was completely different from when she had spoken tenderly to Rong Niang moments ago.

It was as if she were not the one who had gently inquired about Rong Niang’s sweetheart just now.

The Demon Domain Lord warned the old woman: “Rong Niang is simply curious about humans. If you dare to draw my daughter into your schemes, our association ends here.”

The old woman glared at the Demon Domain Lord, completely unfazed by the threat: “You, a mere Demon Domain Lord, dare to threaten me?”

“You surnamed Che—” The Demon Domain Lord’s words were cut short.

“You are merely the Demon King’s lackey.” The old woman flicked her sleeve. Her aging, short body exuded a commanding presence: “What if I did scheme? With a father like you, who cherishes his daughter so much, how could Little Rong possibly be harmed? It also allows us to eliminate the human cultivator who plagues her—are you not satisfied?”

“You!” The Demon Domain Lord could not argue. The superior had tasked him with assisting the old woman in luring Wen Yu to the Sand Demon Domain, but he never expected an unexpected hitch to arise midway.

Now, Rong Niang was also implicated.

If not for those few humans, he would never have been manipulated by an old crone.

“Was your talk of clearing the Demon Domain by tomorrow night also for Rong Niang to hear? If they leave the Demon Domain immediately, everything will be too late by tomorrow night.”

“Wen Yu will have a contingency plan; do you think I won’t?” The old woman’s murky eyes shifted, and her wrinkled face stretched into a smile: “They won’t escape.”

The old woman looked out of the hall. Outside the thick, yellow-sand walls lay hidden murderous intent.

In the sand were faint fluctuations of demonic energy. Sand Ant Demon Beasts, almost indistinguishable from the sand, were scattered across the ground.

A foot stomped heavily onto the sand, instantly crushing a host of sand ants.

Xiaoyu laboriously lifted her foot and set it down weakly.

So tired. How could she be this tired?

Her entire body felt weak, yet hot, and her head buzzed as if someone were chanting scriptures.

She struggled to turn her head and glanced at Wen Yu walking ahead. Xiaoyu dragged her body forward, the distance between them growing larger and larger.

How could Wen Yu have so much strength, walking so fast even while holding a man?

Her head became increasingly dizzy, and the chanting grew louder.

“Form is emptiness, emptiness is form…”

Xiaoyu realized that it was she who was chanting, reciting it to suppress the inexplicable heat surging through her.

It was familiar, exactly the same feeling as last night.

It had been suppressed last night, so why was it happening again?

Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, wanting to catch up to Wen Yu, but she could no longer see that white figure before her eyes.

She felt awful.

Every breath she took was scorching hot, burning her as if she were in a sea of fire; her body was powerless.

She didn’t want to walk anymore.

“Daoist Priest, I can’t walk anymore…”

Xiaoyu moved her body inch by inch, her feet leaving long drag marks in the sand.

Why, when she was already so exhausted, did she have to feel this untimely desire?

She didn’t want to be a demon anymore; being a demon was so tiring, unable to even control her own desires.

Wuwuwu.

Xiaoyu was so distressed she wanted to cry.

She had been fine when entering the Demon Domain Lord’s residence, so why had she become like this after leaving?

Her outer robe had already begun to cool down, the refreshing garment providing Xiaoyu with a slight comfort. She piled the robe higher around her face and neck, but it still couldn’t suppress the unbearable desire surging within her body.

Xiaoyu was heartbroken and tearless. In her twenty-plus years of life, she had never felt this desire so frequently.

She couldn’t walk; her legs were weak, and she had no strength left.

Was the reproductive desire of fox demons always like this?

Xiaoyu could only struggle to lift her eyelids, attempting to search for that white figure.

But in the end, her eyes failed to open, and she closed them.

In the second before she passed out, Xiaoyu thought to herself that she might be the first person to faint from fatigue and desire without having done anything at all.

As soon as she collapsed, a Serpent Demon crawled over furtively, extending a sandy, brown hand toward Xiaoyu’s legs.

It was the very same one from the main gate of the Demon Domain Lord’s residence.

Its scarlet snake eyes were filled with avarice.

Just as the hands were about to make contact, a sword instantly sliced off the Serpent Demon’s arms.

The Serpent Demon screamed. The severed arms immediately crumbled into sand and fell, and a gust of fierce wind swept the sand away, none of it landing on Xiaoyu.

The Sword within the Flute tapped the Serpent Demon’s head, and the entire demon turned into sand, melting into the ground.

The Sword within the Flute reassembled itself into the jade flute and returned to Wen Yu’s waist.

Wen Yu walked over and picked up the unconscious Xiaoyu, his eyes terribly calm.

The skin his palm touched was scorching hot. It was the first time Wen Yu had felt such a high temperature, and he couldn’t help but look down at the person in his arms.

The fox, who was normally so lively, now had an abnormal flush on her face, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her breathing was heavy.

Wen Yu wasn’t sure what was happening to Xiaoyu. Although he also had a demon beast disciple, he had never seen such an anomaly on Yan Ziqiong.

Now that two people were in distress, their departure from the Demon Domain was delayed; they couldn’t leave today.

He carried Xiaoyu back and settled her. As he withdrew the arm that had been holding her, it brushed her cheek, immediately eliciting a soft whimper.

Wen Yu paused his withdrawal, blinked, and placed the back of his hand on Xiaoyu’s forehead beside the bed.

The collision of scorching heat and icy cold gave both parties a shock of the opposite extreme temperature.

Although Xiaoyu was unconscious, she seemed to be able to sense the outside world, moving her head slightly to rub against the cooling relief.

Wen Yu’s eyes grew deeper as he watched Xiaoyu. He suddenly raised his hand, and as expected, he saw her immediately frown.

The temperature transmitted from Xiaoyu’s forehead to the back of his hand dissipated in the air, and the sensation on his hand vanished with it.

Wen Yu placed his hand on Xiaoyu’s forehead again, this time with his palm touching her skin.

The burning sensation transferred from his palm, nearly pulling him into another bottomless whirlpool. Wen Yu seemed to be scorched by this heat; the fire surrounded him, trapping him, unable to break free.

Or perhaps, he willingly fell into the sea of fire, allowing the blaze to consume him.

It wasn’t until a sudden interruption sounded: “Yuefu, Yuefu—”

The voice was urgent and disjointed.

Wen Yu immediately pulled his hand away, glanced outward, and saw the female demon he had met earlier.

In his ear, Xiaoyu’s difficult, pained moan sounded again, along with the faint, sweet scent emanating from the young girl.

Even though he hadn’t experienced it himself, Wen Yu knew what those signs meant.

He did not look back at Xiaoyu but set up a barrier to isolate the sounds and scents, left the room, and firmly closed the door.

“Immortal Master?” Upon seeing Wen Yu, Rong Niang’s face lit up with joy. She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, yet she did not forget to tell Wen Yu what she had overheard.

Wen Yu listened, then offered a word of thanks.

Rong Niang’s face began to turn pale, but having delivered the message to Wen Yu, the great stone in her heart was lifted.

“Where is Yuefu?” Having been here for a while without seeing the figure she cared about, Rong Niang was still anxious.

She looked around. Seeing the inner room’s door tightly shut, she assumed Lord Fushan was still asleep and started to walk toward it.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu moved, blocking her path.

Rong Niang was startled, took a step back, and pointed at the door: “Immortal Master, what is this?”

Wen Yu explained: “Someone is recovering from an injury inside.”

Hearing this, Rong Niang grew more anxious, thinking something had happened to Lord Fushan, and became more intent on going in.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard Lord Fushan’s voice from behind: “Rong Niang? Why are you here?”

Rong Niang immediately turned around, and the moment she saw Lord Fushan, she rushed toward him.

Having run too quickly on her way here, and with her body already weak, her legs gave out after only two steps. She stumbled and fell into the arms of Lord Fushan, who had rushed to catch her.

After Rong Niang recovered and repeated her purpose for coming, Lord Fushan said seriously: “Rong Niang, you should go back first. I will protect myself.”

“You must be careful. They are coming for you all!” Rong Niang did not ask to be openly with Lord Fushan; she only hoped that this time, he would not be caught.

Knowing she couldn’t help, Rong Niang delivered her message quickly and left without staying long.

“Look at you, so many people care about your life.” Even knowing that the Demon Domain was about to be cleared and that people like them, who relied on disguise to survive, were likely to be caught, Lord Fushan still smiled, seemingly unaware of the danger.

“You should care about those who care about you.” Wen Yu ignored Lord Fushan’s instantly lonely expression and asked him: “Where is Duanmu Ying?”

Lord Fushan reverted to his nonchalant demeanor: “You mean that perceptive little girl? She’s taking care of the disciple you rescued.”

Wen Yu did not go to check, but instead turned and headed into the inner room.

As he was about to open the door, he paused, tilted his head, and said to Lord Fushan: “They will make a move next. Your meridians have only just been reopened; they can only sustain you for half an hour at most.”

“I know.” Lord Fushan saw him about to speak again, assuming it was another reminder, but what came next was:

“Turn around and face away from me.”

Lord Fushan’s face was a large question mark, but he still complied.

Only then did Wen Yu open the door. As the gap widened, the extremely distressed face of the awakened young girl was revealed.

The moment the door closed, Xiaoyu’s voice, filled with both a craving for touch and a hope for relief, sounded: “Daoist Priest, I’m in agony…”

Wen Yu’s eyes instantly darkened.