The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 26

The moment Xiaoyu looked up, her eyes met Wen Yu’s.

Those eyes were pitch black, chaotic, and struggling. Upon seeing Xiaoyu, a hint of confusion surfaced, which instantly turned cold.

“Xiaoyu?”

Xiaoyu rolled to a spot less than a meter away from Wen Yu. Her body was bound, and she could only look up at him.

“Long time no see, Daoist Priest.”

Her left arm hurt so much that she was grimacing.

Within a few seconds, the remaining two also tumbled in.

“Master!” Duanmu Ying spat out the sand in her mouth. The first thing she said was: “Senior Brother was captured!”

Wen Yu raised his eyes, looked at the two who had rolled down, and showed no emotion.

Upon seeing Wen Yu’s condition clearly, both Duanmu Ying and Lord Fushan exclaimed, showering him with concerned questions.

Xiaoyu simply lay down beside Wen Yu to relieve the sharp throbbing pain in her left arm.

She had never sustained such a severe injury in her life.

This transmigration plot was truly unforgettable!

She looked up, seeing only a hazy expanse. The sky seen inside the sand pit was completely different from the outside.

Countless red threads, unsupported at both ends, remained taut, piercing Wen Yu’s body and covering the entire sand pit.

There were no traces of an array formation, only a vast expanse of sand.

The unease in Xiaoyu’s heart intensified. If she died here, all her struggles over the past few days would be in vain.

She pulled herself together, opening her eyes wide to look at Wen Yu, and found that he was continuously looking down at her.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She couldn’t quite name the emotion that flashed through her mind the moment her eyes met Wen Yu’s.

“I know.”

Xiaoyu heard him speak, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

“Then what should we do next? Will Senior Brother be killed?” Duanmu Ying panted. The pain in her body couldn’t outweigh the worry and fear in her heart.

She had never seen Wen Yu in such a battered state.

From the first moment she met Wen Yu, she had always felt he was a powerful existence who would never fall.

Yet now, he was trapped by a deadly array, unable to break free.

Damn the Demon Clan, they are despicable and shameless.

Duanmu Ying felt no wavering now, only hatred for the demons and devils.

“You are injured?” Wen Yu smelled blood and saw the blue liquid marks on Xiaoyu’s left arm. A different kind of pain, unrelated to the array, flashed quickly through his heart.

“I was just about to take your disciples away, when the Demon Domain Lord suddenly appeared and took your devil disciple.”

Lord Fushan spoke before Duanmu Ying could: “You must be careful. That disciple of yours is not an ordinary devil.”

His words reminded Xiaoyu of Coal Ball, but with her body bound, she couldn’t check if Coal Ball was still there.

However, she hadn’t heard Coal Ball speak for a while. Perhaps it had run off when the Demon Domain Lord attacked them.

“But speaking of it, the Demon Domain Lord is truly deceitful. He intentionally let me go to save people. If I hadn’t been delayed by your disciple, I would have escaped long ago.” Lord Fushan maintained his landing posture, only moving his mouth.

The color of the red threads embedded in Wen Yu’s body grew darker.

Xiaoyu suddenly had a suspicion: he was pierced by so many things, yet not a drop of blood flowed out. Could it be that these threads were absorbing his blood to become so red?

“You shouldn’t have been caught up in this right after your meridians were opened.” Wen Yu looked up at the other two.

Lord Fushan winced, still remaining motionless: “If it weren’t to repay your favor, I wouldn’t have gotten involved. Besides, if I hadn’t come, and the Demon Domain Lord hadn’t succeeded, how would I have found where you were locked up?”

He turned his head to look at the red threads woven into Wen Yu’s body, frowning: “Puppet Threads. I haven’t seen these in a long time. How did the Demon Domain Lord get his hands on them?”

As he spoke, he hissed, enduring the discomfort in his body.

In fact, he had just been shot in the left ribs, almost meeting his end.

The arrows shot into their bodies by those retainers contained a poison that sealed their meridians, and now no one could unseal them.

“You’ve been here for at least half an shichen (hour). Aren’t you planning to leave?” Lord Fushan looked at Wen Yu, subtle worry in his brows.

He only hoped that Rong Niang wouldn’t find out he was captured. Otherwise, given her nature, she would definitely be anxious and worried about him.

Xiaoyu heard a different meaning in his words.

Could it be that Wen Yu actually wanted to stay here, and that he had a way to leave?

Hope immediately surged in her heart.

She instantly looked at Wen Yu, asking expectantly: “Daoist Priest, do you have a way to escape from here?”

Wen Yu heard her words, looked down at Xiaoyu, and saw the extremely familiar look of anticipation filling her eyes.

It was the same look he had seen in countless pairs of eyes, without the slightest difference.

That look begging him to save the common people, hoping for him to protect them, asking him to stand in front of everyone and bear everything.

Wen Yu stared intently at Xiaoyu, the agitation in his body intensifying.

The red and green jade flute at his waist trembled restlessly. As Wen Yu’s intrinsic magic tool, it could directly sense its master’s emotions.

Wen Yu parted his lips, uttering only one word: “Yes.”

Immediately, he saw the expected bright light in her eyes. Xiaoyu smiled. Seeing that smile, Wen Yu’s emotions calmed for a brief moment.

“But there’s a price.”

Xiaoyu quickly followed up: “What price?”

As long as it wasn’t her life, she would certainly help in any way she could.

Wen Yu pressed his lips together, not wanting to say it aloud.

This was a price that only he needed to pay.

But…

“Wen Yu, your disciple has fainted.” Lord Fushan was close to Duanmu Ying. Seeing that she hadn’t moved for a long time, he looked closely and saw she had closed her eyes. If not for her faint breathing, she would look dead at first glance.

Xiaoyu struggled to turn her head to look at Duanmu Ying, but the movement pulled her arm, causing her to cry out in pain.

From Wen Yu’s perspective, he could see Xiaoyu’s flattened fox ears, the hair mixed with sand grains, and her face contorted in pain.

Flashes of the scene when he helped her suppress her estrus a few shichen ago surfaced. His gaze dropped to the root of her fox ear, where there was a magic seal that only he could sense.

A thought crossed his mind. His fingers twitched subconsciously, wanting to check if the seal he left behind was still secure.

But the moment he moved, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the air. A transparent object instantly pierced the hand he moved. In the blink of an eye, a red thread spread from his palm toward both ends.

The object that pierced his palm instantly turned red. Apart from the lighter color, it was almost indistinguishable from the other red threads.

Xiaoyu didn’t see this, but Lord Fushan saw it clearly.

His gaze fell on Wen Yu’s face, where he didn’t even blink, as if having his palm pierced was a trivial matter that didn’t bring the slightest pain.

Lord Fushan gritted his teeth, thinking that this person hadn’t changed. He was like a wooden stake, incapable of crying out in pain.

Trapped in a deadly array centered on Puppet Threads, once a person remained inside for more than half an shichen, every movement would cause the Puppet Threads to pierce them until the blood in their body was sucked dry. Only then would the deadly array stop.

This array only targeted humans and demons.

They had entered the deadly array for less than half an shichen and still had a chance to run.

For someone like Wen Yu, who was almost pierced by dozens of Puppet Threads, the array would absolutely not stop until he was completely bled dry, unless he could break it.

But right now, only Wen Yu could break this array.

“The price is that I might die.” Wen Yu didn’t miss the slightest change in Xiaoyu’s expression, but he only saw one emotion.

It seemed she wasn’t surprised by this outcome, accepting it readily.

It was as if she had known all along that he would die.

Regardless of the cause of death.

He suddenly remembered the dream Xiaoyu told him on the airship that day. She had mentioned many things that matched his situation, but she never revealed his final ending.

Looking at it now, it seemed his end was still inescapable death.

He suddenly felt bored. His life or death was never cared about by anyone. He had lived for so long. How many of the people who fought alongside him back then were left?

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in his body. The familiar sting immediately made Wen Yu clench his fists.

The hand pierced by the Puppet Thread squeezed shut. The blood that should have overflowed was entirely absorbed by the Puppet Thread. Two more Puppet Threads appeared, piercing the hand Wen Yu had just moved, yet his face showed no fluctuation, not even blinking.

He desperately tried to suppress the flare-up of his illness, but the pain came fiercely, and combined with his prior spiritual power consumption, he couldn’t completely suppress it.

The red on the jade flute gradually pushed back the emerald green, starting to replace the original color.

Wen Yu’s dark eyes were full of struggle; he was fighting against himself.

Under these circumstances, he absolutely could not let the afflicted part of himself dominate his body.

“Xiaoyu.” Finally, he opened his lips, speaking to the person closest to him.

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at Wen Yu. She first saw the prominent blue veins on his forehead, then looked down and saw his eyes, faintly filled with an appeal for help. Her heartstrings were plucked.

“What is it?”

Wen Yu held back and spoke again: “Try to knock the jade flute off.”

Xiaoyu looked down, seeing the jade flute at his waist, tightly pressed against his side and pierced by a red thread.

She measured the distance between herself and Wen Yu. Gritting her teeth, she ignored the injury on her left arm and vigorously flipped her body over.

The sand was too soft, offering no leverage, so it took her a long time.

Pulling at the wound hurt her so much she was grimacing, but she didn’t utter a sound.

Wen Yu watched her struggling movements. He silently watched Xiaoyu slowly inch closer to him, yet she couldn’t reach out to touch the jade flute.

Lord Fushan’s words broke the brief silence.

“Just kick it off with your feet.”

Xiaoyu’s mind jolted. She was about to follow the advice.

But she saw the dense red threads. What if she accidentally kicked Wen Yu’s body? Wouldn’t it make things worse?

“Don’t worry, just do it.” Wen Yu sensed her hesitation and spoke proactively.

Xiaoyu gathered her strength, aimed her feet at Wen Yu’s side waist, and specially greeted him before moving her feet: “I’m going to kick now.”

Wen Yu didn’t move, only giving a low “Mm.”

Xiaoyu tried her best to shift her body weight to the right. She raised her legs forcefully, aimed at the jade flute at Wen Yu’s waist, and kicked. She hit the target squarely.

The sharp Puppet Thread that pierced the jade flute instantly cut the flute into two halves, but the flute also broke free from its restraint. Absorbing Wen Yu’s blood, it shattered into fragments. The green and red fragments intertwined, flying rapidly, directly cutting the Puppet Threads.

The deadly array sensed the anomaly. Flashes of light constantly appeared. Transparent Puppet Threads attacked indiscriminately, attempting to pierce everyone in the array.

The jade flute fragments divided into four waves, unbinding the other three people and blocking the attack of the Puppet Threads.

The severed Puppet Threads fell into the sand, reforming instantly, like some kind of sand demon beast, twisting like ghosts toward their feet.

The unconscious Duanmu Ying was hit. The Puppet Threads binding her instantly turned red, quickly tightening around her body.

Xiaoyu’s attention was entirely on Wen Yu and she was unaware of the situation of the two people behind her.

She saw the red threads on Wen Yu’s body breaking one by one, only to be pierced through again. The rate at which the red threads regenerated was almost on par with the rate at which the fragments cut them. Her heart couldn’t help but worry for Wen Yu.

Freed from the restraints, Xiaoyu stood up. The pain in her left arm intensified. With the fragments protecting her, the red threads couldn’t get close.

But her demonic power was restrained. The three of them were completely unable to exert any force right now, let alone with one person unconscious.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyu quickly turned to look, only to see that the red threads had already cut into Duanmu Ying’s flesh, the crisscrossing marks shocking to see.

Xiaoyu was about to turn back to tell Wen Yu, when in a blink of an eye, she saw the tip of a thumb-thick red thread heading straight for her eyes.

An alarm blared in her head instantly. Her pupils contracted violently. It was so fast that as soon as she saw it, it was already about to pierce her eye socket.

In moments of extreme tension and terror, people often freeze, unable to do anything.

Xiaoyu seemed to be petrified, completely unable to solve this crisis.

But she saw a hand pierced by red threads block the red thread directly.

The moment it was pierced, Xiaoyu finally saw blood spurt out, which was instantly absorbed by the red thread.

Immediately afterward, the fragments arrived and cut the red thread.

Xiaoyu stared blankly as Wen Yu used his other hand to pull out the red threads embedded in his palm one by one, which were then cut into fine dust by the fragments and scattered everywhere.

She was dumbfounded.

“Why are you standing there?” Wen Yu glanced at her. Seeing her astonished expression, he suddenly had the inappropriate urge to gently rub the ears on top of her head, but seeing his hand full of tiny holes where blood had flowed, he immediately reined in the thought.

“Go help Lord Fushan. I will break the array.” Wen Yu raised his hand, and the fragments protecting Xiaoyu formed a dagger.

He shoved the dagger into Xiaoyu’s hand. The cold handle immediately cleared Xiaoyu’s mind.

“Ah?” Xiaoyu subconsciously gripped the dagger, obeying Wen Yu’s command: “Okay.”

Puppet Threads shuttled across the bottom of the pit, but with Wen Yu blocking them, they could no longer harm the three of them.

However, the deadly array’s target was originally only Wen Yu.

He was the one the Puppet Threads were meant to eliminate.

With half of his intrinsic magic tool taken away, Wen Yu had to bear more of the damage.

Before Xiaoyu and the others arrived, he was controlled by the Puppet Threads, and the sword-in-flute was also restrained, rendering him unable to use his magical power. He could only wait for an opportunity.

Xiaoyu’s arrival was indeed a good opportunity, but…

Wen Yu spared a glance at Xiaoyu, who was using the dagger to cut the Puppet Threads on Duanmu Ying. Her movements were urgent yet orderly, steady and reliable.

He withdrew his gaze, noticing the blood oozing from the holes in his palm due to exertion.

He smeared the blood onto the sword body. Intense spiritual energy erupted, stirring up gusts of powerful wind centered around Wen Yu. All Puppet Threads caught within the powerful wind were shredded.

The sand pit suddenly began to collapse. Countless Puppet Threads drilled out, all focusing their attack solely on Wen Yu.

The Puppet Threads were twisted and spun by the powerful wind, but their strength was several times higher than before.

The two people who realized they were no longer being attacked simultaneously looked at Wen Yu. They saw him standing alone in the center of the powerful wind, his hair lightly flowing, like a divine being, holding up the entire sky.

When Xiaoyu saw the liquid constantly dripping from his palm, her eyes suddenly widened. She immediately asked Lord Fushan. The wind was howling, so she had to shout for Lord Fushan to hear: “Will he die?”

Lord Fushan replied softly: “I don’t know.”

Who knows if he will die.

Back then, Wen Yu emerged alone from the demon army, threatening the Demon Clan to retreat with the head of the Demon Domain Lord. He was covered in blood just like this.

Everyone thought he would die under the siege of the Demon Clan, which included the entire military force of the Four Great Demon Domains and several great generals from the main Demon Realm. No one would easily place their hope in this suddenly appearing cultivator.

But this person unexpectedly emerged, single-handedly overturning the Demon Clan’s advantage and tipping the scale of victory toward the Human Clan.

This time, it seemed he could do it again.

Wen Yu personally cut his own palm. The blood holes connected. The smell of blood attracted all the Puppet Threads. They swarmed him, all aiming for where the blood was flowing.

But the blood ignited into spiritual energy, providing power for the sword-in-flute. The powerful wind grew even fiercer. The moment a Puppet Thread entered it, it was instantly shredded.

However, as long as the deadly array wasn’t broken, the Puppet Threads wouldn’t stop.

Wen Yu seemed to feel no pain. He slightly raised his eyes, seeing the gazes of the two directed at him.

But he only saw the worry in Xiaoyu’s eyes.

That must be worry.

Wen Yu suddenly felt that his decision to help the little fox suppress her estrus was correct.

At least now, seeing that trace of worry in Xiaoyu’s eyes, he felt satisfied.

The blood was almost completely burned. The sword-in-flute was fully charged with spiritual energy. Its size dramatically increased. The sword body became larger, and the sharp sword energy replaced the powerful wind, pulling up the Puppet Threads by their roots, overturning the sand, and finally revealing the true face of the array buried deep beneath.

The moment Xiaoyu saw the blood-red fine lines under her feet, she jumped up as if scalded, and then stood obediently on her tiptoes after pulling her wound.

“This is the array center!”

Following Lord Fushan’s loud shout, the sword-in-flute swiftly slashed down. The array beneath their feet began to crack, starting from the point of the split and spreading to both ends. The entire sand pit began to sink.

Before Xiaoyu could react, a hand tightly gripped her right arm. She felt her body lighten, and in her panic, she saw the sand pit gradually shrinking. Only when her feet touched the sand did she realize they had exited the sand pit.

She immediately turned to look at the person who saved her. Her right arm felt empty. Wen Yu had already gone to rescue the others.

Xiaoyu was just about to run to Wen Yu when she saw Wen Yu himself approach her, moving with incredible speed.

Wen Yu moved slightly closer to Xiaoyu, having already sensed the intense sharp pain that was about to break through the suppression in his body, as well as the demonic energy approaching them.

The sword-in-flute threw down Lord Fushan and returned to Wen Yu’s waist by itself.

Perhaps because of that previous encounter, the scent Xiaoyu emitted when her estrus arrived was still affecting him. Wen Yu subconsciously only wanted to approach Xiaoyu.

Before his consciousness was completely taken over, he left a sentence: “Don’t get too close to me.”

After saying that, his consciousness became blurry.

In the next moment, intense demonic energy, mixed with devil energy, shot out arrows. A figure rushed toward Wen Yu at high speed. Xiaoyu was close and was also caught in the shockwave.

The sword-in-flute immediately moved to protect its master, blocking the arrows, but instantly lost spiritual energy support and heavily slammed into the sand.

Immediately after, a powerful wind swept past. Concentrated devil energy formed a sharp arrow, stabbing toward Xiaoyu.

Her body was directly opposite Wen Yu, almost shielding his figure.

This arrow was aimed at piercing both of their bodies simultaneously.

Xiaoyu, with her back to the attack, couldn’t see it, but she could feel the killing intent.

There was no time to think about what it was. Xiaoyu had only one thought in her mind: I cannot die.

Perhaps the heavens heard her plea. She was suddenly pulled away, dodging the arrow.

Xiaoyu managed to stand steady, not daring to touch her pulled left arm.

She finally understood why Wen Yu had said not to get too close to him.

Although she avoided the attack just now, why did he have to pull her left arm? He clearly avoided it when they exited the pit.

Before Xiaoyu could look closer, a surge of overwhelming pressure descended. Crisp sounds erupted all over her body. Her confined meridians suddenly opened up, and her demonic power instantly recovered.

Simultaneously, a familiar heat rushed out, uncontrollably eroding every part of her body.

Xiaoyu desperately tried to suppress this intensifying feeling, thinking, Oh no.

Damn estrus, it was already suppressed. Why is it back, and at such a crucial moment?

“You certainly have some tricks up your sleeves, being able to undo the restrictions on him.” As Sheng Li woke up, he saw a devil being controlled to attack him.

The devil energy previously absorbed from Nan Chenghui came in handy, supporting his fractured body.

The Demon Domain Lord stood behind his Serpent Demon retainers. The Serpent Demons rotated, staring intently at him.

“There are many people who can undo a mere devil-sealing restriction,” the Demon Domain Lord narrowed his eyes, seeing the blood all over Wen Yu’s body. He pulled the Puppet Threads in his hand, controlling Nan Chenghui to continue attacking Wen Yu.

“How does it feel to be attacked by your own disciple?”

Xiaoyu quickly backed away. She had only read half of the original book and had no memory of this part.

In the current situation, it was almost impossible for her to escape safely.

She was closest to Wen Yu and could feel a different aura erupting from him than before, clashing with Nan Chenghui.

She saw the dark blue veins on Wen Yu’s wrist. An energy that she instinctively resisted erupted, enveloping the sword-in-flute on the sand.

Sheng Li raised his hand, gripping the sword hilt, but ignoring Nan Chenghui, he slashed toward the Demon Domain Lord.

Nan Chenghui missed his strike, briefly pausing. The Puppet Threads controlling him pulled, instantly blocking in front of the retainers.

The Demon Domain Lord used despicable means, trying to force Sheng Li to kill Nan Chenghui.

It was at this moment that Duanmu Ying woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw her Master raising his sword to kill Nan Chenghui. She immediately screamed: “Master, no—”

The Demon Domain Lord glanced at them. With a wave of his hand, more demon beasts drilled out of the sand, attacking the other three people.

At this moment, Sheng Li looked at the controlled devil. He didn’t stop, slashing directly at Nan Chenghui along the force of the pull.

The Demon Domain Lord smirked. The three people who witnessed this were all dumbfounded.

No one could believe that Wen Yu would actually kill his own disciple.

A sudden change occurred. The moment the sword-in-flute hit Nan Chenghui, it reverted to the jade flute, quickly draining the devil energy from his body in the span of a blink, before returning to Sheng Li’s body.

Immediately afterward, the jade flute shattered into fragments, severing the heads of the demon beasts blocking the way, and also knocking out Nan Chenghui.

In the blink of an eye, Sheng Li had broken through the demon beast encirclement and appeared before the Demon Domain Lord.

Fragments pressed against his throat, still carrying lingering devil energy.

“Who undid the restriction?” Sheng Li asked, his body radiating monstrous devil energy.

The Serpent Demon eyes of the Demon Domain Lord contracted into vertical slits. Staring at the devil energy covering Sheng Li, he found it unbelievable.

With his life threatened, he could only answer honestly: “A subordinate sent by the Demon Venerable, a human.”

He didn’t reveal everything. Now that he was captured, he couldn’t appease either side.

Sheng Li gave a cold snort. Just as he was about to kill him, Lord Fushan’s voice immediately rang out: “Don’t kill him!”

Lord Fushan snapped the neck of a demon beast, his voice weak: “Spare his life.”

Sheng Li released his grip and turned to grab Nan Chenghui. A hint of the red mark on the back of his neck was revealed as he bent down.

Just then, the Demon Domain Lord lunged forward. His sharp snake tail shot straight toward Sheng Li’s neck.

All the demon beasts rioted. Xiaoyu failed to notice and was struck by a demon beast.

Seeing a demon beast about to stab her chest, she couldn’t afford to worry about anything else and instantly unleashed all her demonic power.

A slightly bitter and sweet fragrance spread rapidly. Wherever it reached, the demon beasts were momentarily stunned.

The sword-in-flute, infused with devil energy, directly severed the Demon Domain Lord’s snake tail. The Demon Domain Lord fainted from the pain.

Xiaoyu’s innate ability bought everyone a moment of respite.

However, after exhausting all her demonic power, Wen Yu’s suppression failed. The estrus gradually ate away at her sanity.

Sheng Li smelled the familiar scent. His brow furrowed. He scooped up Nan Chenghui.

Ignoring the Demon Domain Lord behind him, Sheng Li threw Nan Chenghui to Duanmu Ying and walked directly toward Xiaoyu.

“Uncomfortable?”

Xiaoyu heard the familiar voice and instinctively leaned toward him.

Sheng Li, however, pressed his hand against her forehead, blocking her approach.

That cold hand seemed to flip a switch. Her fox ears immediately stood up, and the sweet scent only enveloped the single person in front of her.

A fluffy tail suddenly appeared from Xiaoyu’s lower back, near her tailbone. Its color was the same as her fox ears, with a dazzling red tip.

At this moment, this tail curled up, wrapping around Sheng Li’s other lowered hand.

The tail tip desperately tried to burrow into his palm, but feeling it wasn’t enough, it tightly pressed against the skin inside his sleeve.

Xiaoyu wanted to get closer but was continuously pushed away.

She urgently whined: “Daoist Priest…”

Sheng Li gripped the fox tail trying to burrow into his palm, coldly gazing at Xiaoyu: “Who am I?”