The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 31

“Senior Brother has recovered his consciousness.”

Duanmu Ying stood outside, excited that Nan Chenghui had woken up but unsure how to interact with him, so she ran over to inform Wen Yu of the news.

She waited at the door for a while, hearing no response, and assumed Wen Yu was still asleep.

She turned her head to look toward Nan Chenghui’s room, hesitated, and then turned to leave.

Xiaoyu looked at Wen Yu with her eyes, silently asking: “Aren’t you going to check on him?”

Wen Yu shook his head.

The injuries remaining on his body were still corrupting his essence, and he needed time to restore his spiritual power; going out now would expose his weakness.

With Lian Qiao added to the flying boat, he did not trust this group of people.

His fingers moved to his waist. When they touched the Mustard Seed Talisman, he sensed an additional spiritual brand inside, the aura of which was extremely familiar.

His fingertip paused. He extended his divine consciousness into it and perceived traces that the contents had been moved.

Wen Yu continued to retrieve the necessary items for healing, but his gaze shifted to the jade flute.

As his Natal Magic Weapon, having been by his side for many years, it had practically absorbed his habits, and sometimes its actions were essentially what he was thinking.

This brand must have been engraved by Xiaoyu at the jade flute’s own unauthorized discretion.

“Turn around, turn your back to me,” Wen Yu said, taking out a porcelain bottle.

Xiaoyu sounded surprised, asking him, “Don’t you need my help?”

After Wen Yu refused, Xiaoyu turned around, resting her hands on the table and looking out the window.

However, her full attention was on the person behind her.

Rustling sounds began, along with the friction of clothing.

Xiaoyu’s thoughts began to drift. She wondered what Wen Yu was doing: Taking off his clothes? Applying medicine?

Why won’t he let me look? I’m not an outsider.

After a long period of overthinking, she finally heard a hoarse, “Done.”

Xiaoyu immediately turned back to look. The aloof Sword Venerable was already tidily dressed, even his hair was neatly tied up.

That was fast.

“How long will it take for your injuries to heal?” Xiaoyu glanced at her own left arm, where only a faint scar remained.

A demon beast’s body recovers very quickly, but a human’s should be much slower, and Wen Yu’s injuries were far more severe than hers.

“Will it hurt much?”

Being pierced by so many puppet threads, with so many wounds, he really was incredibly stoic, not uttering a single sound.

If she had been pierced, she might have already been unconscious from the pain by now.

The question of whether it hurt brought an unprecedented, novel feeling to Wen Yu’s heart.

He leaned against the headboard, tilted his head to look at Xiaoyu, his outwardly calm eyes concealing a faint surge of emotion.

Since he helped her suppress the desire to breed, his gaze seemed always drawn to her figure.

It was not something he intentionally did, but when he realized his sight was fixed on her, he became aware of how much he cared about her.

Was it because the fragrance she emitted during the onset of her desire to breed had charmed him?

Wen Yu’s gaze fell on the top of Xiaoyu’s head, where the fiery red fox ears were no longer present.

“It hurts a little.”

Once touched by the puppet threads, one’s blood would be drained, eventually leading to becoming an unconscious puppet.

The puppet threads could control anything with a tangible body, including humans and demon beasts.

But his situation was unique; only he could survive after sacrificing all his blood.

“You…” Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but nothing seemed capable of alleviating Wen Yu’s pain right now. She switched perspectives: “Look, you told me the cost was that you might die. Now that you’ve survived a great disaster, surely great fortune will follow!”

When she spoke this, Xiaoyu did not forget to gesture with her hands.

Her lively appearance registered in Wen Yu’s eyes, and his emotions were also stirred. He merely looked at her and gently hummed an agreement.

Surviving a great disaster surely means great fortune will follow.

Xiaoyu simply moved her chair close to the bed, sat upright, and stared unblinkingly at Wen Yu, her gaze almost piercing through him.

“Why are you sitting so close?”

Xiaoyu replied as if it were the most natural thing: “I need to look at you! Being close makes things convenient.”

She leaned forward slightly, meticulously examining Wen Yu.

Does his complexion look a bit better?

What kind of medicine is that effective?

Xiaoyu, whose attention was focused on the speed of his injury recovery, did not notice that while she was staring at Wen Yu’s face, he was also watching her.

This distance was closer than any of their previous encounters, so close that Wen Yu could see her curled eyelashes, beautiful amber eyes, and those hooking fox-like eyes.

Being stared at so intently by those eyes would give anyone the false impression that they held a place in the other person’s heart.

Wen Yu blinked, and the next second, Xiaoyu had already moved back.

“Daozhang, you should rest well. Call me if you need anything.” Xiaoyu suddenly turned her gaze away, no longer looking at Wen Yu.

She moved the chair back, turned her back to Wen Yu, rested her elbows on the table, and tilted her head to look out the window.

Wen Yu did not move his gaze throughout this series of actions.

He kept his head turned, quietly looking in Xiaoyu’s direction.

Perhaps he was looking at her, or perhaps he was looking at the view outside the window.

The room fell silent.

A moment later, Wen Yu closed his eyes, maintaining this posture and falling into a light sleep.

The long-lost tranquility allowed Wen Yu’s spirit to relax. The spiritual power in his body gradually recovered, and his wounds began to heal.

Until the sound of Duanmu Ying knocking on the door rang out for the third time.

Wen Yu immediately opened his eyes and looked toward the door along with Xiaoyu.

“Master, Senior Brother says he wants to see you.”

Duanmu Ying spoke cautiously. She had come twice before with no response. This time, she was acting on behalf of Nan Chenghui.

Xiaoyu turned to look at Wen Yu, seeing that he was already sitting up and taking a pill.

The pill rolled once in his palm before being placed into his mouth.

Wen Yu waited for a moment before speaking: “Ask him to come over.”

Duanmu Ying’s voice immediately came from outside:

“I’ll bring Senior Brother right away.” The sound of rapid footsteps followed; Duanmu Ying had run off.

Xiaoyu pointed to herself and asked Wen Yu, “Should I leave first?”

It might not be convenient for her to stay while the master and disciple discussed their affairs.

Wen Yu, however, told her to stay: “No need.”

Xiaoyu gave a quiet sound of acknowledgment. Before long, the door was knocked again: “Master, I have brought Senior Brother.”

As soon as the voice began, Wen Yu stood up. He steadied himself by the bed before walking to the chair opposite Xiaoyu and sitting down.

“Come in.”

When Duanmu Ying opened the door, she saw Wen Yu and Xiaoyu sitting, one on the right and one on the left, with a table separating them.

This scene looked strange no matter how she viewed it.

“Master, why is she here too?” Duanmu Ying asked suspiciously, pointing at Xiaoyu as she helped Nan Chenghui in.

They were talking to Master about serious business. What was a demon beast doing here? Eavesdropping? Stealing intelligence?

Xiaoyu did not speak. She was looking at Nan Chenghui, the Male Protagonist of the original book.

The injured Nan Chenghui looked much weaker than Wen Yu. He was slightly hunched over, his hair was disheveled, and his brow was overcast with gloom.

He looked refined, but he lacked Wen Yu’s imposing presence and seemed easy to bully.

“What is it you need to discuss with me?” Wen Yu ignored Duanmu Ying’s question and spoke directly to Nan Chenghui.

Nan Chenghui gently pushed Duanmu Ying away and quietly said, “You should leave first. I’ll speak to Master alone.”

Duanmu Ying bit her lip, turned to leave, and did not forget to close the door behind her.

Xiaoyu thought: Ooh, time for some juicy gossip.

Nan Chenghui only glanced at Xiaoyu and did not ask the same question as Duanmu Ying. He addressed Wen Yu directly: “My identity must have been exposed… Master, can I still return to the sect?”

The moment he spoke, Xiaoyu felt the character was authentic.

Nan Chenghui’s personality in the book was just like this—always considering others and caring about their opinions.

Even if asked to do something unreasonable, he would accept it silently and complete it without complaint.

This kind of personality made him easy to bully.

In the early parts of the novel, Duanmu Ying constantly helped Nan Chenghui. Later, after learning he was a demon, a conflict erupted, and she ignored him for a long time. However, by that time, Nan Chenghui had already left the Yuehui Sect, and no one could bully him anymore.

Now that Duanmu Ying knew his identity ahead of time, Xiaoyu wondered how she would treat him.

Wen Yu only asked him, “Where do you wish to go?”

Nan Chenghui was stumped by the question. He thought for a long time and realized that the Yuehui Sect was the only place he had to go. Wen Yu was the only person he had spent a long time with.

He only knew those few people. It seemed he had nowhere to go.

“But with my identity exposed, the Yuehui Sect cannot accommodate me,” he said, his face growing even paler.

Wen Yu sharply rapped the tabletop, the sound causing Nan Chenghui’s body to tremble.

“Whether they can accommodate you is not for you to worry about.”

Wen Yu instructed him: “Continue as you have done before. I will handle the sect’s side of things.”

“Just don’t expose yourself again.”

Having said this, and without waiting for Nan Chenghui’s reply, he ordered him to leave.

Nan Chenghui hesitated, wanting to speak, but ultimately chose to trust Wen Yu and turned to leave.

Xiaoyu looked at his weak appearance and felt a little worried.

If Nan Chenghui’s identity were to be revealed, what if the plot of the major sects launching an expedition against Wen Yu were brought forward?

Wen Yu’s injuries haven’t fully healed. If this happens, won’t he die prematurely?

Xiaoyu was so engrossed in these thoughts that she maintained the posture of watching Nan Chenghui leave, completely failing to notice that he had been gone for a while.

The sight of her staring blankly at the doorway caused an extremely faint flash of displeasure to cross Wen Yu’s eyes.

He stood up, walked back to the bed, and sat down. He noticed Xiaoyu was still staring at the closed door.

Realizing that Xiaoyu hadn’t blinked for a long time, he understood she was spacing out.

His furrowed brow relaxed. Wen Yu leaned against the headboard, seizing the moment to restore his spiritual power.

As he sensed the spiritual energy within his body driving out the suppressive force left by the puppet threads and his wounds healing, the stone weighing down his heart finally felt a little lighter.

Countless people within the Yuehui Sect were watching him. Even injured, he could not show the slightest sign of weakness.

He collected his thoughts. When he looked at Xiaoyu again, she was still lost in thought.

Wen Yu spoke to her: “What are you thinking about?”

Xiaoyu subconsciously answered based on the question: “Will you die very early?”

After the words left her mouth, she realized with alarm that her statement sounded like she was cursing him to an early death.

She quickly corrected herself: “What I mean is, since you are so severely injured, you won’t die, will you?”

Wen Yu pursed his lips and stared at her for a long time—so long that Xiaoyu’s expression became extremely awkward and she was about to apologize—before he finally spoke.

His voice was cold: “Rest assured, I will not die.”

After saying this, he closed his eyes directly, continuing to restore his spiritual power.

Xiaoyu watched him, feeling frustrated that he was ignoring her.

I will never space out again!

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the flying boat descended, landing directly within the Yuehui Sect grounds.

Xiaoyu stood up and peered out the window. Many people were already gathering around.

The moment she saw them, Xiaoyu immediately pulled her head back, just as she heard Wen Yu’s voice: “Let’s go down.”

Xiaoyu acknowledged him and followed behind him.

Before opening the door, Wen Yu turned and instructed her: “Remember, you must stay with me at all times.”

Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly.

Of course I have to stay with him!

They descended one after another, and the flying boat was put away.

Xiaoyu followed Wen Yu closely as they walked inward, trying her best to ignore the surrounding gazes directed at her.

Someone called out “Sword Venerable,” and Wen Yu’s footsteps paused slightly. Xiaoyu followed him in turning her head to look, taking a customary step forward and crossing a threshold.

The air subtly fluctuated, and immediately after, a formation lit up on the ground.

Wen Yu sensed it, and his face changed.

“She’s a demon beast! Hurry and capture her!”

Xiaoyu, who had suddenly reverted to her original form, looked blankly at her paws. She raised her head to look at Wen Yu, her demon eyes filled with panic.