The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 24.2

No, he could see.

They could both see clearly, even in the dark.

Wen Yu looked up, closed his eyes, striving to restrain the uncontrolled wild thoughts in his heart, and removed the hand covering Xiaoyu’s fox ears.

A lingering heat seemed to remain on his fingertips.

He lifted his hand, and something fluttered down.

Wen Yu caught it; it was the fur he had pulled from her fox ear.

Reddish-brown, like a glorious sunset.

He lifted his lowered eyelids, looking at the person who was slowly recovering her demonic power in her sleep.

The emotion in his eyes was unclear, yet his movement was not slow in the slightest.

Wen Yu threw all the fallen fur, along with this cluster, into a spatial talisman, turned, and left the room covered in the honey-sweet aroma.

As he walked out, he saw Lord Fushan looking at him.

Maintaining a neutral expression, Wen Yu closed the door and walked over. Before he could speak, he heard Lord Fushan sniffing.

“You were inside for so long. What were you doing?” Lord Fushan looked around Wen Yu suspiciously, sniffing the scent on him that went straight to his head, causing his soul to flutter.

Wen Yu fanned his hand, using spiritual energy to isolate the scent on his body, then watched Lord Fushan slowly recover.

“Oh dear, this scent can’t be inhaled, it can’t be inhaled.” His mind turned, and Lord Fushan guessed where the smell came from, quickly moving away from Wen Yu.

“Did you just… do it?” Before Wen Yu could answer, Lord Fushan spoke again: “Wait, the time was so short, and your clothes aren’t even messy…”

Wen Yu interrupted him: “Are you very knowledgeable about demon beasts?”

Just by the scent, he could tell. Lord Fushan must have become familiar with the habits of demon beasts during his decades in the Demon Domain.

Lord Fushan sat on a chair, scrutinizing Wen Yu. He felt that the person before him, who looked as desireless as ever, seemed to have undergone some subtle change.

“Not very knowledgeable, no,” Lord Fushan became serious. “I’ve only stayed in the Sand Demon Domain, so I’m not very clear about the habits of demon beasts in other domains. But generally, once a demon beast’s reproductive urge is aroused, if it can’t be suppressed, it should be resolved quickly. Suppressing it too many times damages their foundation.”

This remark landed in Wen Yu’s ears. Xiaoyu’s intense reaction just now came to mind. Last night plus this time, it was already twice.

Lord Fushan glanced toward the room door: “After all, demon beasts and humans are different.”

His tone softened, and he became momentarily lost in thought.

He quickly recovered, retracting his gaze, and asked: “Have you dealt with the Demon Domain Lord? If they genuinely try to intercept you, I won’t be able to help.”

Wen Yu gathered his thoughts, his palm resting on the jade flute at his waist, and only said: “Then let them come. You just need to take care of yourself.”

Lord Fushan clicked his tongue twice: “Why do I feel like you’ve changed? The last time I saw you, you wouldn’t directly confront the Demon Clan.”

And you certainly wouldn’t care about the life or death of a demon.

Just moments ago, when he saw Wen Yu return carrying that demon, Lord Fushan was utterly stunned.

Time truly changes many things.

“Haven’t you changed?” Wen Yu glanced at Lord Fushan, dropping a light remark: “I imagine the vow you made in front of Elder Qi has long been forgotten.”

Lord Fushan’s face suddenly changed. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately swallowed all his words.

“Childish boasts cannot be taken seriously.”

Wen Yu did not pursue the statement, walked past Lord Fushan, and went to another room.

Lord Fushan was left alone in the empty living room, looking crestfallen.

He turned his head to look outside. The slight breeze swept the fine sand particles on the ground, covering the traces on the sand.

Everything in this world will eventually be drowned by time, without a single trace remaining.

Words spoken a hundred years ago—besides the people who heard them—who could prove that they were ever uttered?

After watching for a long time, Lord Fushan pulled himself away from past memories, stood up, and stretched his body.

“I’m going outside to check the situation,” he called out, and without waiting to see if the person inside heard him, he left on his own.

Once his footsteps faded, the whole house fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the fragrance in the room instantly evaporated, and the sleeping person moved her hand.

Her moist, dark eyelashes fluttered. The girl, who was lying down, was stunned for a long time, then suddenly burst into movement, scrambling her body, opening her mouth to let out a silent scream.

Ah, ah, ah!

How could this happen!

How could she have spoken to Wen Yu in that tone!

So embarrassing, so embarrassing.

Xiaoyu covered her face, not wanting to go out and see anyone.

Whether her eyes were open or closed, the cold sensation of Wen Yu’s palm still lingered on the fox ears on her head.

Xiaoyu pressed hard on the fox ears with her hand again, but besides flattening her ears, there was none of that soul-floating, tingling sensation.

There was none at all!

Then why did it feel so good when Wen Yu touched her!

Darn it!

The more Xiaoyu thought about it, the more ashamed she felt. She curled up entirely, one hand pressing on her fox ears, the other covering her face, refusing to get up.

Would she have to be like this in the future?

Would she always be unable to control her reproductive urge?

Would she always have to rely on Wen Yu to suppress it for her?

Xiaoyu suddenly sat up, looking puzzled.

But that sister the other day suppressed it instantly for her. Why did it take splashing cold water and kneading her ears with Wen Yu?

The thought of kneading her ears sent a blush rushing up Xiaoyu’s cheeks, and her facial temperature rapidly increased.

She immediately fell back onto the bed, burying her face in her arms, her mind a tangled mess.

It was over. Her beautiful image was completely ruined in front of Wen Yu.

Wuwuwu, she hated this demon beast body; she wanted a human body!

Xiaoyu dawdled in the room for a long time, still unable to build up the psychological courage to open the door and leave.

No, she couldn’t stay like this!

She had to find a way to resolve this strange habit. Who suddenly gets afflicted with lustful urges out of nowhere?

Xiaoyu regulated her breathing, sat up again, adjusted her clothes, and felt the mess of her hair bun. She simply untied it and put it into a ponytail.

After carefully checking that no part of her body was untidy, she glanced around, saw a woman’s silk scarf, and guessed that this room belonged to a woman.

The gentle image of Rong Niang appeared in her mind, and she sincerely remarked:

She’s a very nice person.

Taking a deep breath, Xiaoyu moved her body, reached out, and opened the door.

Only a small gap opened, and no one was outside.

Relieved, she pulled the door fully open, walked out, and quietly closed the door behind her.

“Where is everyone?”

Xiaoyu looked outside the house; no one was there.

She walked back inside. Only one other room door was tightly closed.

Xiaoyu thought about knocking on the door to see if anyone was inside, but before she could take a step forward, the room door instantly shattered into pieces.

A dense black mist rushed out of the room, directly colliding with Xiaoyu, hitting her squarely in the face.

Xiaoyu instinctively raised her hand to block it.

Just as the black mist was about to strike Xiaoyu, several spiritual threads burst forth, coiling around the black mist. The threads tightened, pulling fiercely, and the black mist was dragged back into the room.

“Get away!”

Duanmu Ying wielded her sword, casting a spell. She glanced at Xiaoyu by the door and shouted.

She had no time to spare to check on Xiaoyu; her full attention was on the person whose mind was being eroded by demonic energy before her.

Nan Chenghui’s body was constrained by the demonic energy. He had lost his sanity and couldn’t distinguish friend from foe, knowing only to relentlessly attack everyone.

Xiaoyu retreated repeatedly, not daring to go closer.

If that black mist hadn’t been pulled back just now, would she have been severely injured?

From Xiaoyu’s vantage point, she could only see Duanmu Ying using her sword as a defense, warding off the scattered attacks of the black mist. Judging by her expression, it seemed very difficult.

Where was Wen Yu? Those spiritual threads must have been cast by Wen Yu. Was he inside?

While she was distracted thinking about Wen Yu, a figure lunged out, swept past Xiaoyu, and crashed directly into the house’s main door.

Sand dust scattered. Xiaoyu instinctively closed her eyes, waving her hand to clear the dust in the air. When she opened her eyes, she saw Duanmu Ying sprawled on the ground, struggling to breathe.

Her gaze shifted. A person completely shrouded in black mist broke through the wall, struggled free from the spiritual threads’ restraints, and—ignoring Xiaoyu—charged straight toward Duanmu Ying.

Xiaoyu watched firsthand as the person grabbed Duanmu Ying’s neck with a clawed hand, preventing her from getting up.

The force was so great that he slammed Duanmu Ying directly against the wall, her head hitting it with a dull thud.

“Dong—”

The sound alone made Xiaoyu feel pain.

“Cough… Senior Brother…” Duanmu Ying was powerless to resist. Her eyes rolled upward, her face filled with disbelief and terror.

The person she called Senior Brother had scarlet, lifeless eyes that rolled mechanically. There was not a trace of the vitality a human should possess, entirely shrouded in demonic energy, possessing only the instinct to kill.

Xiaoyu was stunned.

Was this a case of a couple turning against each other?

Had Nan Chenghui been controlled by demonic energy?

When reading the novel, Xiaoyu hadn’t paid much attention to the details of the male protagonist Nan Chenghui’s condition, so she wasn’t clear on what had happened for him to suddenly become like this.

“Xiaoyu.”

“Huh?”

Hearing someone call her name, Xiaoyu was momentarily stunned and looked up.

Wen Yu stood by the broken doorway, speaking to her over Nan Chenghui: “Use your innate ability to control his consciousness.”

Xiaoyu: “!”

Pointing at herself, Xiaoyu’s face held only one expression: Are you sure?

Glancing again at Duanmu Ying, whose face was pale from being choked by Nan Chenghui, Xiaoyu hesitated for a second before deciding to try.

Her demonic power had largely recovered during her rest. Concentrating her power, Xiaoyu focused her mind only on making Nan Chenghui stop.

A rich fragrance erupted. The original sweetness instantly transformed into the smell of scorched coal upon contact with Nan Chenghui.

Xiaoyu hadn’t used her innate ability many times and couldn’t precisely target Nan Chenghui, so some of the effect dispersed.

As a result, as soon as Duanmu Ying smelled the scent, she fell into the hallucination of seeing her mother again, gradually forgetting to resist.

Xiaoyu saw Duanmu Ying suddenly stop struggling. Anxious, she immediately increased her demonic power output. Not knowing the technique for using her innate ability, she only knew to forcefully direct the power at Nan Chenghui.

Unexpectedly, it actually had an effect. Nan Chenghui’s movements visibly froze.

But the hand choking Duanmu Ying had not released its grip.

Wen Yu seized the opportunity, stabbing several spiritual threads into various parts of Nan Chenghui’s body, binding him like chains.

Clenching his five fingers, the spiritual threads contracted, pulling Nan Chenghui fiercely to slam him against the wall. The wall cracked from the impact, but Nan Chenghui had already broken free from the spell of bewitchment, reverting to his state of attacking everyone indiscriminately.

His ashen face showed no expression. He tore at the spiritual threads binding him with both hands, using more force each time.

Xiaoyu subconsciously withdrew her demonic power. Seeing Nan Chenghui, who was affected by the demonic energy, she began to feel fear.

A voice pulled her out of her terror. Wen Yu looked at Xiaoyu, urging her to cast the bewitchment spell on Nan Chenghui again.

Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, cooperating with Wen Yu’s spiritual threads to try to control Nan Chenghui.

Duanmu Ying collapsed against the wall, gasping for air. Her throat was dry and painful; every breath felt like a knife scraping down her windpipe.

Watching Nan Chenghui violently struggle and still attempt to attack her, something inside her cracked.

When she saw Wen Yu rescue Nan Chenghui, she simply couldn’t believe that the person covered in demonic energy was her Senior Brother.

It wasn’t until she was choked—experiencing Nan Chenghui’s demonic energy so directly—that she realized she had taken a demon to be her Senior Brother.

And she had foolishly hoped that the person who had lost his sanity, controlled by demonic energy, would awaken for her.

Duanmu Ying laboriously wiped away the tears produced by the near-death experience, turning her head to look at Xiaoyu, who was constantly assisting Wen Yu in suppressing Nan Chenghui’s demonic energy. A weak, mocking smile twisted her lips.

It was truly ironic that a demon beast and a human cultivator would join forces to suppress an afflicted person.

Calling him Senior Brother for so many years, only for him to be a demon.

Duanmu Ying picked up her sword, took a deep breath, concentrated her spiritual energy onto the blade, and threw it.

Simultaneously, Wen Yu used the spiritual threads to control Nan Chenghui’s body. The sword blade directly pierced Nan Chenghui’s body, avoiding vital organs.

The interrupted suppression array reformed instantly. The demonic energy on Nan Chenghui’s body immediately retreated back into him. He crashed onto the ground, all four limbs facing downward, and became motionless.

Spiritual threads immediately surged, wrapping around Nan Chenghui’s body. A Dharma Seal appeared, carving itself into his mind.

Wen Yu walked over, pulled out the sword, tossed it back to Duanmu Ying’s side, and approached Xiaoyu.

When he reached her, he could see the fox ears on her head twitching and standing straight up, looking lively and alert.

If one ignored the fur that he had messed up.

Wen Yu’s gaze shifted from the fox ears, seeing Xiaoyu looking at him with excitement.

“Daoist Priest, how did I do just now?”

Xiaoyu felt she had used her demonic power appropriately just now. Her bewitchment spell hadn’t faltered, and she had controlled Nan Chenghui for a few seconds. That should count as helpful, right?

But as soon as she spoke, before Wen Yu could answer, Duanmu Ying first let out a scornful hmph.

Xiaoyu ignored her and only looked at Wen Yu.

Her mind was focused on the fight just now, completely forgetting the intimate contact they had shared not long ago to suppress her reproductive urge.

It wasn’t until Wen Yu spoke that Xiaoyu remembered, instantly feeling so awkward she wished she could burrow into the ground.

“Is your reproductive urge suppressed?”

Xiaoyu really wanted to cover Wen Yu’s mouth. What was he saying, talking about this in front of someone else?

She nodded repeatedly without speaking.

She was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

“Are you sure it won’t relapse?” Wen Yu could see the little fox didn’t want to talk about the topic, but a voice in his heart urged him to continue.

He wanted to see her distressed expression; he wanted to see her react differently because of his words.

“Daoist Priest, don’t talk about this. I don’t know either,” Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, leaning close to Wen Yu to whisper.

Wen Yu listened, but his thoughts weren’t on Xiaoyu’s words.

A faint scent seemed to linger around his nose. A glance down allowed him to see her vivid expressions, her tense face after his second inquiry, and her constantly twitching fox ears.

His heart suddenly felt a little itchy, and he wanted to touch that pair of fluffy ears again.

As soon as this thought surfaced, Wen Yu immediately clenched his hands.

Something was wrong; he was deeply abnormal.

Why would he have such a thought?

He lowered his gaze, leaning his body slightly backward, yet he could still smell the sweet fragrance.

He suddenly blinked, and an absurd thought surfaced in Wen Yu’s mind.

He had been captivated by this fox, affected by her innate ability.

This was an incredibly bizarre thing.

With his level of cultivation, it should be impossible for him to be bewitched.

But if he hadn’t been affected by her, why would such thoughts arise?

“You did very well.”

He decided not to dwell on it, answering Xiaoyu’s previous question.

“Huh?” Wen Yu’s sudden topic change puzzled Xiaoyu.

Her expression looked stunned, prompting Wen Yu to follow his inner impulse, raising his hand directly to cover the fox ears on top of her head.

The sensitive fox ears sensed the touch of his palm, flicking sideways as if trying to dodge, but they were still completely enveloped by his hand.

A slight tingling sensation spread from her ears to various parts of her body. Xiaoyu shivered, her mind momentarily hazy. When she recovered, Wen Yu had already removed his hand.

Xiaoyu lifted her head, her eyes seeming to contain mist, staring directly at Wen Yu. The confusion in her eyes was clearly expressed.

But she only received Wen Yu’s back as he turned away.

Xiaoyu: ?

Wait, you touched me and just walked away?

Xiaoyu glared at Wen Yu, almost boring a hole through him with her stare.

“Can you still stand?” Wen Yu walked over to Duanmu Ying, looking down at her.

Duanmu Ying’s expression was complex; she had witnessed the interaction between the two just now.

Since when was Master so intimate with that fox?

“I… I can…” Duanmu Ying supported herself against the wall, slowly standing up, using her sword as a prop.

Her gaze fell upon the motionless person on the ground, and Duanmu Ying felt a sense of utter disbelief.

“Master, Senior Brother has always been—”

Wen Yu walked toward Nan Chenghui, replying to Duanmu Ying with only a single sound: “Mm.”

That single affirmative sound instantly shattered all of Duanmu Ying’s hopes.

“But Senior Brother previously, he absolutely…”

Xiaoyu interjected: “You couldn’t tell he was a demon, right?”

She received an unceremonious glare from Duanmu Ying.

Xiaoyu closed her mouth, stood aside, and only watched the unfolding drama.

These four master and disciples—one was a demon, one was a devil. After Duanmu Ying found out that both her Senior Brothers weren’t human, she was deeply distressed for a long time.

Now, knowing in advance that Nan Chenghui was a devil, her breakdown must be significant.

Xiaoyu began to wonder what attitude Duanmu Ying would take toward Nan Chenghui.

If she later found out that Yan Ziqiong was also a demon, and only Wen Yu was human, would she break down even more?

Wen Yu did not answer Duanmu Ying’s question, squatting down to examine Nan Chenghui’s condition.

The restriction he had placed in Nan Chenghui’s body could inhibit the overflow of demonic energy and help Nan Chenghui stabilize his mind.

He was forced to break the restriction in the Demon Domain Lord’s residence to locate Nan Chenghui, but this also exposed his identity.

However, the problem wasn’t the restriction; it was…

Feeling the increasingly active demonic energy in Nan Chenghui’s body, it was clear that the other layer of restriction he used to suppress Nan Chenghui’s demonic energy had loosened.

Only a grand-master healer could have destroyed the restriction he left behind.

The opponent’s goal was to expose Nan Chenghui’s identity to threaten him.

Between the destruction of the Demon Domain before, the abduction of Nan Chenghui, and Nan Chenghui ending up in the Demon Domain Lord’s prison, the opponent had plenty of opportunities to act.

But master healers were few and far between in the Three Realms.

The only ones who could break his restriction were the three Human Clan founding ancestors from long ago.

Unless a healer had reached that level in the past hundred years but hadn’t revealed themselves.

If so, it would be difficult to investigate.

Since the signing of the Penglai Covenant, there had been few large-scale confrontations between the Human and Demon Realms, apart from minor skirmishes, for nearly a century, and the Devil Realm had been dormant for a hundred years.

Why were they all conspiring together and causing trouble now?

Wen Yu condensed spiritual energy, preparing to reinforce the restriction.

Just at this moment, the fox ears on Xiaoyu’s head twitched, all turning toward Nan Chenghui’s direction.

She heard a faint sound in the air, sounding like a string on a musical instrument being plucked—a vibrating sound.

It first concentrated at one point, sounding quite loud, then began to spread, gradually becoming weaker.

Such a subtle sound was captured by her fox ears, making her ears tingle.

Xiaoyu raised her hand to rub her ears, thinking it was strange.

Just as she raised her hand, a massive energy exploded instantly, giving no one time to react.

Xiaoyu was completely thrown by the burst of demonic energy, crashing onto the sand. Fortunately, the sand wasn’t too hard, and her body didn’t hurt much.

As she was about to get up, she saw Duanmu Ying also flying out, immediately followed by a man-sized mass of black mist rushing out, and the house fell into pieces.

Xiaoyu quickly flattened herself back down, minimizing her presence.

No way, didn’t they just restrain Nan Chenghui? Why did he burst out again?

Xiaoyu squinted, watching. Several spiritual threads flew out of the room, tying up Nan Chenghui’s limbs. The last one wrapped around his neck, pulling him back.

Following the direction Nan Chenghui was heading, Xiaoyu saw Duanmu Ying sprawled on the ground, struggling to get up.

Oh-ho, Nan Chenghui was targeting Duanmu Ying.

Just as Xiaoyu was watching the excitement, Wen Yu called out to her again.

She scrambled up, using her demonic power to cast the bewitchment spell once more.

Only this time, a brief, sharp pain flashed through her body when she used it. Xiaoyu didn’t have time to think about the pain, focusing solely on helping to control Nan Chenghui.

She was a little puzzled: Wen Yu was so powerful, why didn’t he just use his sword to knock Nan Chenghui unconscious?

Why draw out the struggle here?

The next moment, the spiritual threads were torn apart, all snapping.

Nan Chenghui, free from restraint, charged straight at Duanmu Ying. Monstrous demonic energy erupted, sweeping across the entire area. From afar, it looked as if the area was shrouded in an ominous mist, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Wen Yu frowned, thinking, This is bad.

Such a huge commotion would definitely draw attention.

He immediately grabbed his jade flute. The fragments formed a net, connected by spiritual energy, sucking the demonic energy into it.

Nan Chenghui released Duanmu Ying and let out a painful roar.

In just a moment, most of the demonic energy was absorbed, and the fragments could no longer take in any more.

When the fragments gathered and reformed into the jade flute, it had been stained black with demonic energy.

The jade flute returned to Wen Yu’s presence, but he did not immediately reach out to take it.

The jade flute trembled, forlornly returning to his waist on its own.

Xiaoyu saw all this, thinking, If you had done that earlier, none of this would have happened.

Seeing Wen Yu quickly stride toward Nan Chenghui, Xiaoyu was about to cast the bewitchment spell again when she suddenly heard a sound of something cutting through the air, shooting toward Nan Chenghui’s direction. She quickly shouted: “Watch out!”

Several arrows fired simultaneously, appearing before Xiaoyu’s voice had finished.

Wen Yu reached out and used his jade flute to block them. Thin wisps of demonic energy drilled into his meridians through the contact point.

Xiaoyu was tense. She glimpsed a black arrow instantly embedding itself into Nan Chenghui’s back.

He froze completely, rooted to the spot, and the demonic energy all over his body scattered.

At the same time, Wen Yu deployed a barrier, enclosing the four of them. The arrows stopped.

He looked up, his expression displeased: “What is the meaning of this, Demon Domain Lord?”

Xiaoyu was shocked, quickly running to Wen Yu’s side.

“That’s for you to answer.” The Demon Domain Lord’s figure appeared, followed by several retainers with human heads and snake bodies.

The Demon Domain Lord raised his hand, pointing at Nan Chenghui and Duanmu Ying: “You brought humans into my Demon Domain, publicly violating the Penglai Covenant. Several of my young retainers have been injured by this devil. I am here to capture this devil and seek justice for my clan!”

Xiaoyu was dumbfounded, watching the old man twist the facts.

The surrounding barrier suddenly shattered, and a sand prison trapped them. An immense pressure crushed down, forcing Xiaoyu and Duanmu Ying instantly to their knees.

Wen Yu gripped the jade flute in his hand. The speed at which the demonic energy poured into his body accelerated. His body twitched with pain; something was trying to break out.

“Take them all away!”

The immense pressure pressed down on her; Xiaoyu was completely unable to resist.

She struggled to lift her head, looking at Wen Yu.

She saw the veins bulging on his neck and forehead, struggling to hold back something.

What was wrong with him?