The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 36

“Sister, are you one of the Devil Lord’s people?”

Xiaoyu asked cautiously. How unlucky was she that everyone she met seemed to be under the Devil Lord?

“Doing a favor for the Devil Lord to repay a debt,” the woman bent down, her finger lifting Xiaoyu’s chin: “The lover you were waiting for outside the Desert Demon Territory last time, that was Wen Yu, wasn’t it?”

Seeing the immediate look of denial on Xiaoyu’s face, the woman laughed: “I never thought a fox like you could silently pull off something big. If Mingxing hadn’t told me about this, I really wouldn’t have connected the clumsy fox from the Demon Territory with you.”

Xiaoyu pulled her head back, retrieving her chin from the woman’s grasp, and explained: “At the time, I thought less trouble was better, so I just went along with it.”

As she spoke, she slowly shuffled backward, trying to distance herself from the woman.

The woman’s sudden arrival must have been planned. Yan Ziqiong was likely lured away by her.

Xiaoyu couldn’t understand why they always urged her to kill Wen Yu when they could just go and kill him themselves.

Did they genuinely believe she could kill Wen Yu?

“Aren’t you afraid of being discovered, coming here?”

The woman straightened up, looking down at Xiaoyu, the amusement in her eyes deepening: “Unless I intentionally leak my aura, no one can detect me.”

She blinked and added: “Wen Yu is the exception; he’s a bit more powerful. But as long as I leave before he returns, he won’t find me either.”

Xiaoyu felt dejected hearing that.

Only I get found out…

“Then just now, you…”

The woman raised an eyebrow: “You mean the boy who just ran off? I used a small spell to lure him away.”

“Otherwise, how could I come to hurry you to complete the task the Devil Lord gave you?”

Xiaoyu felt dizzy. No way, whatever I say comes true. She had just thought about pretending to seduce Wen Yu to muddle through a few nights ago, and now she was being sought out.

“But how did you know I was here?”

As soon as she said this, the woman immediately pressed close to Xiaoyu, her eyes stern: “Naturally, there is a way to track you. You haven’t developed any rebellious thoughts, have you? Like wanting to defect to Wen Yu?”

Before Xiaoyu could answer, the woman suddenly smiled, her entire demeanor softening: “Don’t be nervous. I was just joking.”

Xiaoyu couldn’t relax at all. Her body was tense. Every word the woman spoke hit home, revealing her inner thoughts.

It was truly terrifying.

“But my cultivation is very low right now, and it’s difficult to kill him,” Xiaoyu expressed herself vaguely, hoping the other party wouldn’t force her immediately.

The result was that the woman didn’t seem rushed at all.

The woman said: “No need to hurry. I can help you.”

Xiaoyu heard her say: “Our Pure Fox Clan is best at enchantment.”

The red skirt swirled, and in the blink of an eye, the woman was sitting behind Xiaoyu. A sweet fragrance drilled into Xiaoyu’s nose, making her feel hazy.

A soft hand rested on Xiaoyu’s shoulder, slowly moving downward.

“You have already gained his trust. Won’t attacking his heart now be effortless?” Her voice was like a slick snake, slipping into Xiaoyu’s ear.

Xiaoyu shook her head, unable to resist her charm.

“Practice your enchantment techniques further. When you reach the peak of perfection, you will naturally make him unable to live without you.”

Snap! The woman snapped her fingers, and Xiaoyu immediately cleared her head.

She instantly stood up and ran a few steps away before daring to look back.

She covered her cheeks, which had become hot at some point, and looked at the woman with full alertness.

It was too frightening. With just a few casual words, she felt as if her soul had been lost, wanting to comply with the other party’s instructions without any will of her own.

“The Yuehui Sect will hold the Grand Competition soon. All the powerful cultivators and elite disciples from the Human Realm will come,” the woman stood up and walked gracefully toward Xiaoyu. “With your current strength, you could be discovered by any powerful cultivator you encounter. I will find opportunities to help you practice your innate divine abilities these next few days.”

“My name is Yan Qing. What’s yours?”

Xiaoyu processed Yan Qing’s words in her mind while answering: “Xiaoyu.”

Yan Qing repeated her name but didn’t leave. She asked Xiaoyu again: “What are your feelings toward Wen Yu right now?”

What feelings?

Xiaoyu was suddenly lost in thought.

Scenes of her experiences with Wen Yu flashed through her mind, finally settling on their first meeting, his aloof appearance.

He was like the purest existence in the world, like the peak of a snowy mountain, eternally proud and solitary.

But, ultimately, the ending was still death.

“Well, I just think he’s very powerful.”

Xiaoyu suddenly asked: “The Devil Lord wouldn’t personally come looking for me, would he?”

If she were sought out by him, wouldn’t she be killed?

Yan Qing glanced out the window, her gaze returning to Xiaoyu, and she decided to tease her: “Do you think he will come looking for you?”

Xiaoyu immediately shook her head: “I don’t think so.”

“Then there you go. The Devil Lord is very busy.”

Just as Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, Yan Qing added: “You must remember who you serve, and don’t forget who you are.”

After saying this, Yan Qing delicately lifted her skirt’s hem, bowed gracefully to Xiaoyu, and vanished.

Xiaoyu stood rigidly for a while. After confirming there was no more movement, she completely relaxed.

“I serve no one.”

Just as she complained, she suddenly heard Wen Yu’s voice, and the peace she had found was instantly shattered.

“What are you saying?”

Xiaoyu trembled all over and quickly adjusted her expression.

She turned her head and saw Wen Yu walking in, his gaze fixed on her.

Watching Wen Yu approach her step by step, Xiaoyu felt panic everywhere.

Why did he come right after Yan Qing left?

He shouldn’t have run into Yan Qing, right? He shouldn’t have heard what they said, right?

“Ah, I was saying that Yan Ziqiong suddenly ran out just now, and his expression wasn’t right. Did something happen?”

Wen Yu didn’t speak, only looked at Xiaoyu.

His gaze seemed capable of seeing through Xiaoyu’s innermost thoughts, making Xiaoyu inwardly resent the Devil Lord.

There are thousands of demons. What if I’m one less? Why does he keep running to threaten me? Can’t he send other demons to kill Wen Yu?

Wen Yu’s gaze was interrupted by the returning Yan Ziqiong.

“Master, you’re back?” As soon as he entered and saw Wen Yu with his back to him, he immediately became respectful: “Just now, I sensed a demonic aura outside and went to investigate, but I couldn’t find any traces.”

Xiaoyu’s heart tightened. Wen Yu was still staring at her. She dared not show any expression, fearing she would give herself away.

“I see,” Wen Yu finally shifted his gaze, looking at the manual Yan Qing had tossed aside.

He walked over, picked it up, and under Xiaoyu’s nervous watch, lightly patted the cover before handing it back to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu reached out to take it and heard him say: “Is it not useful?”

Before Xiaoyu could answer, Yan Ziqiong, who was following behind, said: “It’s not that it’s not useful, it’s that she doesn’t know how to use it.”

Seeing that Yan Ziqiong had captured Wen Yu’s attention, Xiaoyu quietly sighed with relief, holding the manual.

This life of constantly hiding and concealing things was truly nerve-wracking. Wen Yu, can’t you get stronger faster and defeat the Devil Lord?

Just after relaxing for a moment, Yan Ziqiong brought up the matter of the demonic aura he found.

“The Grand Competition is coming up. Did the Demon Race send someone to the Yuehui Sect to scout the situation?” He didn’t avoid Xiaoyu, speaking directly: “To come straight to your place, their nerve is really too great.”

While he said this, Xiaoyu was also puzzled.

Why did the Devil Lord send a demon to rush her? And the original body was also a demon.

Did the Demon Race and the Devil Clan cooperate to target Wen Yu together?

Xiaoyu looked at Wen Yu, holding the manual. If one didn’t know what the three of them were discussing, she looked like she was asking for knowledge.

“It hasn’t been held for many years. This time, numerous sects are participating, gathering elites from all realms. The scale is huge; naturally, it won’t escape their notice.”

He turned to Xiaoyu, showing a rare look of request: “In these days, I need you to help me with some things.”

“Me?”

Xiaoyu pointed to herself with one hand and held the manual with the other, suddenly feeling a bad premonition.

Her premonition came true. Every day before dawn, Wen Yu would wake her up. First, she followed Yan Ziqiong to the mountaintop to cultivate. Upon returning, she had to read the manual and self-study under Wen Yu’s supervision, and then present her results to Wen Yu in the evening.

This continued for more than ten days. One afternoon, she was sitting at the desk, propping her eyelids open to read the manual.

These past few days, Wen Yu brought her new manuals every day for her to learn.

She was a quick learner and made great progress. Furthermore, during one of Wen Yu’s outings, Yan Qing gave her some private instruction, and she grasped things even faster.

She had already started learning how to transform into her original form a few days ago, and Xiaoyu faintly sensed the breakthrough point. As long as she broke through that barrier, she would master the trick of transforming herself.

But the continuous high-intensity cultivation, getting up early and going to bed late every day, and lack of rest, eventually took a toll on her spirit.

Xiaoyu shielded herself with the book, yawned, and tried hard to keep her eyes open. The words in the book seemed to be spinning, clear for a moment, then blurry.

Her head dipped, and her eyes were only slits.

Wen Yu paused his writing on the paper and turned his head to look at Xiaoyu.

The extremely sleepy person’s head was bobbing. She occasionally flipped a page. By the sound, it seemed she was reading seriously, but she had already gone to meet the Duke of Zhou.

He didn’t call her awake, only watched her head gradually drop until she finally slumped onto the desk, entering dreamland.

The book fell to the floor. Wen Yu didn’t pick it up.

The desk was near the window. The sunlight streamed in, falling on Xiaoyu, making her fox ears golden and extraordinarily eye-catching.

The room was extremely quiet now. Listening to the even breathing of the girl slumped at the desk, Wen Yu’s heart was anything but calm.

His gaze remained fixed on Xiaoyu, and he didn’t notice the ink spreading from the tip of his brush. It went from light to dark, gradually soaking through the paper.

As dark as the ink was his gaze.

A huge wave, which had always been suppressed and hidden from Xiaoyu, was now stirring in those eyes.

Wen Yu felt that his condition seemed to have worsened.

Since the moment of his birth until now, for countless days, his heart had always been still.

After meeting this fox, the established rules were slowly being broken.

Was it because he was confused by her innate divine ability that day in the Desert Demon Territory that he became this way?

Wen Yu reached out, his fingertip touching the tip of Xiaoyu’s fox ear.

The fox ear immediately trembled, avoiding his touch.

Wen Yu seemed particularly interested in this pair of fox ears. His thumb gently stroked the downy hair on the ear, his eyes gradually deepening.

The girl’s soft moan sounded again, overlapping with the sound from the day she was controlled by the urge to procreate, causing him to lose himself.

She was so reliant on him, her eyes misty and only looking at him.

Wen Yu had always been transparent about his needs, and requests he was unwilling to grant he would directly refuse.

Even after many years in the Yuehui Sect, although Qiu Hong would try to restrain and manipulate him with various excuses, he had never succeeded.

Some matters he simply didn’t want to delve into; it was exhausting and meaningless.

His only purpose in coming to the Yuehui Sect was to suppress his condition. There was no need to concern himself with other people’s affairs.

But now…

Wen Yu’s vision refocused.

Because she was sleeping face down, Xiaoyu’s head was resting on her arm. Her cheek was squeezed, and there were dark circles under her eyes, clearly showing she hadn’t rested well.

Her peaceful, sleeping appearance was gradually imprinted into Wen Yu’s mind. His gaze traced her eyebrows, nose, and lips line by line.

Below that was her chin, which was covered.

The neglected paper had already been pierced, and the ink had stained the white paper black, never to return to its original state.

Just like the thoughts gradually emerging within Wen Yu—a certain desire, suppressed in his heart and unable to see the light, something he couldn’t even detect himself.

He suddenly smelled a faint sweetness.

Wen Yu’s hand paused. He immediately looked at Xiaoyu’s face. Seeing she looked normal, the sweet scent he smelled grew stronger.

The urge to procreate again?

An almost imperceptible dark color flashed across his eyes. Just as he was about to wake Xiaoyu, an intense fragrance instantly filled the entire room.

Wen Yu’s face hardened. He waved his hand to set up a barrier, closed the doors and windows, and the light instantly dimmed.

This scent, which could bewitch the mind, filled the entire space, completely enveloping Wen Yu.

The person emitting this scent had not yet woken up, but her body had already begun to change.

The color of her fox ears deepened. A bump formed on her lower back, and something was moving inside. A fluffy fox tail emerged, its dazzling red color extremely eye-catching.

Immediately afterward, the fragrance in the room solidified and instantly dissipated.

Replacing the human form was a fox that suddenly woke up.

Due to the shrinking of her body, she fell from the desk and landed on the cushion, her eyes looking bewildered.

“Jiji?”

What happened?

Why is my perspective on Wen Yu so strange? He looks so big.

The little fox tilted her head. Hearing Wen Yu’s laughter, she realized she had transformed into her original form.

First, she was stunned, then delighted. After getting Wen Yu’s explanation, she was even happier.

“You changed back to your original form just now.” Seeing the little fox immediately energized, Wen Yu did not hold back his praise: “Very powerful.”

Xiaoyu excitedly scurried into Wen Yu’s arms, circled around once, and then ran out again.

“Jiji!”

It was a pity Wen Yu didn’t understand the demonic language, or she could share her joy with him.

“See if you can change back to human form?” The brief contact with the hot body in his arms left him feeling empty again.

Hearing him say that, Xiaoyu suddenly realized that she hadn’t learned how to change back to human form yet…

She immediately ran back to Wen Yu and expressed herself with body language.

This series of actions made Wen Yu chuckle again.

Xiaoyu rested her paw on his leg, looking serious.

Don’t laugh! Why are you laughing!

I just haven’t mastered it yet!

So annoying!

“Don’t rush. First, try to see if you can change back yourself.”

A voice in Wen Yu’s heart urged him not to help Xiaoyu change back to human form immediately. At the same time, he hoped Xiaoyu could feel it for herself and grasp the trick.

What was realized by oneself was far more useful than relying on external help.

Xiaoyu decided to try it herself. She withdrew the paw resting on Wen Yu’s leg and walked a little further away.

It was then that Wen Yu noticed the ink had soaked through several sheets of paper.

He put down the brush, folded the unusable sheets, and set them aside.

Just as he finished this action, he saw the little fox run back quickly, dive under the desk, and hide.

Immediately following, a slightly anxious voice sounded: “Sword Venerable, I need to see you about something.”

It was Qiu Hong.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, looking at Xiaoyu huddled inside. The little fox shook her head and patted his leg.

Her meaning was: Don’t say I’m here.

Wen Yu pulled his robe down to cover her, patting her back reassuringly.

Being covered like this felt like trying to deceive oneself.

It didn’t seem to matter whether he covered her or not; Qiu Hong shouldn’t be able to see her.

There was a screen at the front of the desk that reached almost to the floor. Xiaoyu, hiding there, would be completely out of sight.

“Come in.”

Wen Yu picked up the brush again, writing on a blank sheet of paper without any ink stains.

Qiu Hong entered after receiving permission.

Seeing Wen Yu busy, he first apologized for the interruption, then offered a few polite words: “The Grand Competition is only a few days away. The major sects have been arriving one after another these days, and the participating disciples are housed together, so conflicts are inevitable.”

At this point, Qiu Hong deliberately paused, watching Wen Yu’s reaction.

Wen Yu didn’t lift his head, only speaking three words: “And then what.”

Qiu Hong took a step forward and continued: “Well, the disciple from Xuangqiu Sect, my sworn brother Qi Zhuolun’s personal disciple.”

He made sure to name the person, as if Wen Yu wouldn’t remember.

“His name is He Wuzui,” Qiu Hong was actually feeling uncertain. “A few young disciples were high-spirited, each unwilling to submit to the others, so they privately agreed to a test of skill. They went to the nearest demon territory to cause trouble. He Wuzui was attacked by a demon beast and his eye was injured.”

His intention this time was still aimed at Xiaoyu.

“The Grand Competition is imminent. His injury is severe. If not treated promptly, it will not only affect the competition but also blind him. He will suffer for the rest of his life.”

Wen Yu replaced the finished paper, his hand movements continuous: “What use is it to tell me this? Call a medical cultivator to treat him.”

Xiaoyu shifted, changing her posture to continue listening.

She had been busy cultivating these past few days. So many people had already arrived at the Yuehui Sect.

Qiu Hong chuckled ingratiatingly, brazenly saying: “He was sent to a medical cultivator immediately. They said it could be healed, but the medicine is missing one crucial ingredient.”

The brush tip stopped. Wen Yu finally looked up at Qiu Hong.

The moment Qiu Hong met Wen Yu’s eyes, he trembled. A terrifying aura rushed toward him.

Qiu Hong suddenly felt a momentary illusion that his head was about to fall off.

He was absolutely sure he hadn’t mistaken the fleeting killing intent.

“Continue?”

Not only Qiu Hong felt Wen Yu’s change, but Xiaoyu also sensed the displeasure in his words.

She peeked her head out from under the robe, but felt a hand press down on her head with slight force.

Xiaoyu instinctively rubbed against the palm and then heard Qiu Hong say: “It requires a Demon Core, and specifically, a Fox Clan Demon Core.”

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the three people present changed to varying degrees.

Xiaoyu’s pupils contracted. She was so angry she wanted to rush out and bite Qiu Hong.

The hand on her head gently patted and rubbed her fox ear, the effect immediate.

The physical comfort suppressed the mental anger, but her fox ears were still fully alert, constantly focused on Qiu Hong.

“Are you suggesting you want this fox of mine as medicinal material?”

Qiu Hong chuckled twice: “I know the Sword Venerable is reluctant to part with this fox demon, but the Grand Competition is at hand. We must prioritize. We simply cannot find a Fox Demon in such a short time.”

He laid out his terms: “After the competition, I will personally go to the Pure Fox Territory and capture a better one to compensate the Sword Venerable.”

Xiaoyu grew even angrier, her fur bristling.

Ptooey!

Is it always going to be me they target?

Shameless scoundrels. Not a single one of them is good.

Their nerve is truly unbelievable.

She turned her head to shake off the hand pressing her head, expressing her dissatisfaction.

Wen Yu noticed and nodded slightly.

Qiu Hong, however, interpreted this nod as Wen Yu’s agreement.

“The Sword Venerable agrees?”