The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 35

“What do you understand? It’s not as simple as you think…” Duanmu Ying retorted, pouring out all her thoughts, seemingly trying to cover up the guilt she felt at being exposed.

“For hundreds of years, humans and the Demon Race have been enemies. The Demon Race has harmed humans for many years, and the Devil Clan is fueling the flames from behind, working hand-in-glove with the Demon Race. They fundamentally cannot harbor genuine goodwill toward the Human Race.”

“You must be colluding to harm us.”

Duanmu Ying’s voice grew louder with every sentence. Her lips trembled, and her emotions were agitated.

Xiaoyu now somewhat regretted not finishing the book, as she didn’t know why Duanmu Ying’s hatred for demons was so intense.

Trying to explain things to someone who has already cemented a stereotype is useless; they won’t listen and will only become more entrenched in their own beliefs.

As long as Duanmu Ying didn’t target her, she could say whatever she liked.

“If that’s what you choose to believe, there’s nothing I can do.” Xiaoyu turned and walked away.

Duanmu Ying followed for a step but then stopped: “How is Senior Brother doing?”

She wanted to know about Nan Chenghui. After Lian Qiao pulled her away yesterday and questioned her, she hadn’t seen Nan Chenghui.

Worry and resistance clashed in her heart, but she couldn’t help but ask.

Xiaoyu naturally didn’t know how Nan Chenghui was; she hadn’t seen him. “I don’t know.”

This time, she ignored Duanmu Ying and walked straight into the house.

Duanmu Ying knew where Nan Chenghui lived, but she didn’t go there.

The short distance felt like a towering mountain, difficult to cross in her eyes.

The image of her mother being killed by a demon beast flashed in her mind again. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself not to think about it.

But how could the deep-seated hatred for the Demon Race and distrust of the Devil Clan, which were etched into her very bones, be easily erased?

Yet, the affection accumulated over many years of getting along with Nan Chenghui persisted, and he had never done anything to harm her or the Yuehui Sect.

It was his Devil Clan identity—an existence that people avoided at all costs—that made it impossible for her to violate the code followed by humans for centuries and continue interacting with Nan Chenghui with a clear conscience.

She couldn’t do it.

If her father found out she was concealing this information, he would definitely be disappointed.

What should she do? What exactly should she do?

Duanmu Ying’s figure fell into Xiaoyu’s sight, making Xiaoyu worry that she might reveal Nan Chenghui’s identity, which would then implicate Wen Yu.

Xiaoyu stopped looking at Duanmu Ying and hurried to find Wen Yu.

“Daozhang, I have a question I want to ask you.”

She ran to Wen Yu’s room, didn’t see him, peered inside for a moment, and then went to the study.

A person was sitting cross-legged at the desk, holding a book, their head already turned toward the doorway.

“Finished practicing?”

Xiaoyu nodded. When cultivation was mentioned, she immediately thought of Yan Ziqiong.

She walked to the desk and sat down, first mentioning what Yan Ziqiong had taught her.

“Daozhang, is Yan Ziqiong very powerful?”

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, concentrating on Xiaoyu: “I don’t know. I have never asked about his cultivation.”

Xiaoyu said, “Oh,” and then excitedly recounted how Yan Ziqiong had taught her. Her vivid description caused Wen Yu to gradually lose himself in thought. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but his eyes gradually darkened.

“Right, I have a question I want to ask you,” Xiaoyu’s voice became cautious.

She examined Wen Yu’s expression. Seeing no sign of displeasure, she continued: “Have you ever considered breaking free from the Yuehui Sect and leaving this place?”

She dared not speak too explicitly.

Xiaoyu was being selfish. Rather than staying at the Yuehui Sect and constantly worrying about their identities being exposed, it would be better to leave proactively. That was certainly preferable to being attacked by the major sects.

It would also allow her to avoid being forced to agree to kill the Devil Lord, thereby prolonging her life.

Wen Yu put down the book in his hand, his expression serious: “Why do you say that?”

Seeing Xiaoyu hesitate, he added: “Only the two of us are here, and our voices won’t carry outside. Speak frankly.”

“I just ran into Duanmu Ying. She asked how Nan Chenghui was doing.”

After saying this, she saw no reaction from Wen Yu, so she continued: “The others shouldn’t know Nan Chenghui is a devil, right?”

Wen Yu nodded: “They do not.”

Xiaoyu, however, couldn’t relax. Whether Nan Chenghui’s identity was exposed rested entirely on Duanmu Ying’s intention.

And given Duanmu Ying’s stubborn nature, there was a good chance she would reveal it due to the so-called righteousness she adhered to. If that happened, Wen Yu would be inevitably implicated.

And she would be dragged down with him.

The scene described in the book when Wen Yu was jointly attacked by the major sects exposed the darkest side of human nature.

Xiaoyu wanted to live, and Wen Yu was the only person she could rely on before she became powerful. He absolutely could not be endangered.

Therefore, she had to make Wen Yu realize the danger as much as possible.

“Daozhang, have you considered what the Yuehui Sect will do to you if his identity is exposed?”

She asked directly, her worried expression undisguised.

Wen Yu looked at her anxious demeanor and suddenly broke into a faint smile.

The little fox sat beside him, looking up at him, his reflection mirrored in her eyes. At this moment, only he was in her eyes, and she was only worried about him.

It was true that fox demons were born skilled at bewitching people, but if one willingly allowed themselves to be bewitched, they couldn’t blame the fox demon.

“Daozhang, why are you smiling?” Xiaoyu was a little annoyed to see him smile instead of worrying.

It was like when you kindly tried to help someone, but they didn’t take it seriously at all and instead laughed at you for caring too much.

“I haven’t thought about it,” Wen Yu suppressed his smile and answered Xiaoyu’s question seriously: “There will be no problem.”

This was both an answer and a promise to Xiaoyu.

Although he was injured by the puppet threads, the Yuehui Sect environment was beneficial for his recovery. He had chosen the Yuehui Sect because there was something here that could suppress his condition.

As soon as he could ensure a period without relapse, he would naturally leave.

But he didn’t tell Xiaoyu any of this.

“But,” Xiaoyu paused, then said, “Human hearts are unpredictable, and you can’t guard against everything.”

If she had paid closer attention back then, she would have known who leaked Nan Chenghui and Yan Ziqiong’s identities, and she could have prepared and prevented it earlier.

Xiaoyu annoyedly ran a hand through her hair, messing it up.

She heard Wen Yu ask her: “Are you worried?”

“Yes.” Xiaoyu really wanted to drag Wen Yu away and run off, ideally to a place no one knew about, a place even the Devil Lord couldn’t find her.

Thinking of the Devil Lord made her even more irritated. That guy could find her so easily. Maybe this time he would come straight to the Yuehui Sect and threaten her to kill Wen Yu.

“Don’t worry.”

Seeing the little fox scratching her ears and looking anxious and distraught, Wen Yu reached out and gently placed his hand on top of her head.

The fox ears trembled, then slowly flattened.

The effect of the touch was immediate.

The cool palm contacting her head instantly stiffened Xiaoyu.

A cool sensation flowed straight to her brain, and the anxiety in her heart gradually calmed down.

Xiaoyu moved her head slightly and realized Wen Yu was very close to her.

His handsome features were magnified, and his soft contours looked vastly different from last night.

As if possessed, Xiaoyu blurted out: “Daozhang, you are so strange. You are gentle one moment and a little forceful the next.”

Does he have split personality disorder?

Wen Yu’s hand on Xiaoyu’s head tightened slightly. He withdrew his spiritual power and took his hand away.

“Am I strange?”

Xiaoyu thought about it, then nodded: “Mhmm.”

He was quite different from the book, and aside from some confusing actions, he was quite interesting.

Unfortunately, Wen Yu didn’t know what she was thinking. He assumed she felt he was too volatile.

“This is a demonic manual I found. You can look at it first,” Wen Yu changed the subject, pushing the book he had just been reading toward Xiaoyu.

Seeing the manual, Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up. She immediately reached for it. Flipping it open, she saw it was mostly fundamental spells, very suitable for her to learn.

“Let me see.” Xiaoyu sat there and began reading from the first page.

She gradually became engrossed in the reading, not even realizing when Wen Yu left.

She read and practiced simultaneously. After making a mistake in one of the steps, her head became hazy, and she fell asleep right on the table.

A moment later, Wen Yu walked in and saw Xiaoyu lying prone on the desk, her fox ears exposed, her lips slightly parted, fast asleep.

She was still clutching the manual in her hand.

He didn’t disturb her, slowly retreated, and left.

Xiaoyu had a dream where someone was dusting with a feather duster, but the dust was being swept onto her face, making her constantly sneeze.

Woken by a sneeze, Xiaoyu groggily opened her eyes and saw a tail right in front of her, swaying back and forth.

Before she could fully register what was happening, she heard Yan Ziqiong’s teasing voice: “Aiyo, I told you to practice properly, and you are sleeping here.”

The tail moved away. Yan Ziqiong transformed into human form and sat opposite Xiaoyu, staring at her.

Xiaoyu woke up properly and mumbled: “The manual Wen Yu gave me is poisonous; it induces hypnosis.”

“Did you come to see me for something?”

Yan Ziqiong smiled: “No reason. Can’t I come to see my disciple?”

He looked around and didn’t see Wen Yu. Before Xiaoyu could ask, Yan Ziqiong spoke: “Master went to discuss matters with the Sect Master. He won’t be back for a while.”

Xiaoyu had no choice but to ask Yan Ziqiong: “Why do I feel sleepy when I practice with this manual?”

He took the manual and quickly flipped through it, asking Xiaoyu: “Where did you get this thing?”

“Daozhang gave it to me.” Xiaoyu thought the manual might be faulty and asked him: “Is there something wrong with the manual?”

Yan Ziqiong leaned closer, spread the book open, and pointed to a line of text: “Look here, ‘must be cultivated in the original form.'”

Xiaoyu looked closely. It was true.

“Then I can’t practice right now, can I?”

Yan Ziqiong thumped his chest, pointing to himself: “With me here, guaranteed to teach you everything!”

His smug expression didn’t last long. His face suddenly changed, and he abruptly stood up.

“Stay here. Don’t go outside.”

He hurriedly left these words and vanished instantly.

The book, without support, closed.

Xiaoyu looked at the suddenly empty space and immediately had an ominous premonition.

Yan Ziqiong had left in such a hurry; he must have sensed something amiss.

But she didn’t feel anything at all.

Xiaoyu reached out for the manual. Suddenly, a slender, fair hand pressed down on the front page of the manual, covering the text.

“Long time no see, little fox.”

A vibrant red color filled her vision. A graceful, boneless figure materialized out of thin air, and a faint, sweet fragrance permeated the air.

The woman picked up the manual with two fingers, glanced through it, casually tossed it aside, and looked at the stunned Xiaoyu.

“What’s wrong? Are you not happy to see me?”

Xiaoyu thought: I’m a little scared. I can’t be happy.

She looked at the door, then at the window, and immediately lowered her voice, asking: “How did you get in?”

They are all demons, so why am I the only one who got caught transforming into my original form?

The woman stood up. Her skirt flared, and she instantly flashed behind Xiaoyu.

“Naturally, I relied on my innate divine abilities.”

Xiaoyu turned to look at her, astonished by this ability.

Before she could ask, she heard the bad news.

“The Devil Lord sent me to supervise you and ensure you complete the task he gave you. What stage are you at now?”

Xiaoyu gave a hollow laugh.

I knew it! I can’t escape the Devil Lord at all!