The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 37

“Since the Sword Venerable has agreed,” Qiu Hong looked around, a look of delight on his face: “Then this fox demon…”

Xiaoyu simply pushed out the entire fox body, nudging the robe aside. The movement was a bit large. Qiu Hong saw Wen Yu’s clothing move and thought he was about to stand up.

“It’s no trouble for the Sword Venerable. Just tell me where the fox demon is, and I’ll go myself.”

Xiaoyu bared her teeth and pawed at Wen Yu.

Since she was already in her original demon beast form, she might as well throw caution to the wind and embrace destruction.

“Time is of the essence. I implore the Sword Venerable to tell me the whereabouts of that fox demon,” Qiu Hong spoke again, even bowing and saluting Wen Yu.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, gazing at the fox who was constantly clawing at him beneath the desk.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the fox raised its head. Its beautiful pupils froze for a moment, then erupted with an intense plea.

Refuse!

If you agree, I’ll go defect to the Devil Lord!

This powerful emotion was directly conveyed to Wen Yu. Xiaoyu’s vitality cleared his gloom.

“Whose idea was this?” He raised his eyes, looking back at Qiu Hong: “That medical cultivator, Qi Zhuolun, or you?”

Qiu Hong’s face stiffened, realizing Wen Yu had not agreed.

His mind raced, and he immediately formulated his next words.

“At the time, that disciple was severely injured. As the host, and he being the apprentice of my sworn brother, I naturally had to show more concern,” Qiu Hong subtly distanced himself. “Lian Qiao helped treat him and mentioned it. I didn’t approve at the time, but given the time constraint, I could only come to implore the Sword Venerable.”

Although he said “implore,” he was practically holding a knife to Wen Yu’s neck, forcing him to hand over Xiaoyu.

Wen Yu merely said: “You approved?”

Qiu Hong couldn’t gauge Wen Yu’s meaning. Did he agree or disagree by saying this?

“I…” Suddenly realizing his mistake, Qiu Hong immediately changed tack: “I naturally have to seek your opinion, Sword Venerable. I can only act if you agree.”

“My opinion?”

Wen Yu slightly bent over, extending both hands toward Xiaoyu.

The amber eyes of the fox looked at the two hands reaching for her. Her large eyes were filled with immense confusion.

The next instant, the entire fox was airborne.

The long fingers threaded through her fur, but he used his wrists to cradle the fox’s body, bringing her into his arms.

Qiu Hong’s shocked eyes met those of the still-unsettled Xiaoyu.

Ignoring Wen Yu’s sudden action, Xiaoyu stared blankly at Qiu Hong, her eyes blazing with killing intent.

Shameless old bastard!

“This is…” Qiu Hong had already guessed that the fox in Wen Yu’s arms was the fox demon he had seen before. This demon beast was simply too beautiful, many times more beautiful than the demon beasts he had killed before.

No wonder Wen Yu was reluctant to hand her over. He was probably harboring other intentions.

Wen Yu allowed Xiaoyu to find a comfortable position in his arms. He placed his hands on the desk, picked up his brush, and dipped it in ink: “Has the Sect Master not recognized her?”

Qiu Hong hesitated, wondering whether to continue speaking.

This hesitation cost him the opportunity.

Wen Yu leaned forward, his chest touching Xiaoyu’s back. The cool aura flowed over her. Xiaoyu was too focused on Qiu Hong to notice Wen Yu’s movements.

He poised his brush. Seeing Qiu Hong hadn’t left, he said: “Why is the Sect Master still standing here?”

“I—”

Wen Yu directly interrupted him: “If the Sect Master cannot identify her, then how do I have the demon beast you seek?”

His voice suddenly dropped: “Sect Master, please leave.”

The intention to dismiss him was overt. Qiu Hong had no choice but to leave.

“I will resolve this matter. I apologize for disturbing the Sword Venerable.” Qiu Hong gave Xiaoyu a deep look, receiving an ungracious snort from her.

Qiu Hong turned around, the displeasure in his eyes unconcealed.

As soon as his figure vanished, Xiaoyu immediately raised her head. Her head bumped into something hard. She hadn’t paid attention to the force, and it hurt a little.

Wen Yu leaned back, and his free hand gently rubbed Xiaoyu’s head.

“Did I bump you?”

His tone softened, completely contrary to his previous assertiveness.

Xiaoyu grunted, leaped from his arms, and returned to her spot.

She rested her paws on the edge of the desk, her fox tail coiled up.

She looked utterly serious.

Wen Yu tidied his robe, picked up the manual, and placed it in front of Xiaoyu: “Weren’t you trying to return to human form?”

Xiaoyu tapped the manual with her paw and addressed him.

“So annoying, I don’t want to learn anymore.”

Then this single sentence branched into many others.

“Am I some kind of magic pill or celestial treasure? Why do they insist on killing me to save others?”

“His injury has nothing to do with me. It’s not like I hurt him.”

“Wen Yu, you’d better recover quickly. If this continues, I’m running away.”

Even though Wen Yu couldn’t understand these accusing words, he could infer the general meaning from her expression.

He put down his brush, turned around, and faced Xiaoyu directly.

“Don’t worry, I have already arranged everything.” He rested the manual on the edge of the desk. When his gaze shifted toward the door, killing intent flickered in his eyes.

It seemed some forces could no longer restrain themselves.

Qiu Hong’s surface reason for his return—that the Grand Competition required his help—was actually a pretense to gather the major sects and set obstacles for him.

Coupled with Xiaoyu’s reminder, he truly needed to be more proactive.

Some people had mistaken his unwillingness to get involved as weakness and were now plotting against him.

“Jiji?”

Really?

Xiaoyu scooted a little closer, her demon eyes looking straight into Wen Yu’s. His calm face offered no readable information.

Forget it. I’ll ignore him and focus on changing back to my original form first.

Xiaoyu tapped the table, drawing Wen Yu’s attention, and signaled that she wanted to transform back to human form.

His palm covered her head, spiritual threads were activated, and in an instant, a person emerged.

The first thing Xiaoyu did upon returning to human form was touch the top of her head.

The familiar fox ears were still sticking out and wouldn’t retract.

She manifested a water mirror to look, but couldn’t see them.

The spell Wen Yu cast was still active. No one could see them except him.

No, I need to ask Yan Qing how to retract my ears.

Walking around with them sticking out like that, others almost touched them several times.

I should talk to Wen Yu first…

“You’ve made arrangements already?” Xiaoyu sat up, looking up at him, her mind contemplating how to phrase her next words delicately.

“Yes.” Wen Yu loosely clenched his hand, then relaxed it.

The brief feeling of having the fox in his arms had completely dissipated. Xiaoyu, in human form, was much more reserved in her emotions.

He felt a slight sense of loss, which he quickly concealed, so subtly that even he didn’t notice it.

“This Grand Competition is a perfect opportunity, both for them and for us,” Wen Yu said softly. Seeing the look of worry on Xiaoyu’s face, his heart trembled. He suddenly felt that perhaps he shouldn’t keep everything hidden. Doing so easily made Xiaoyu feel insecure.

The room fell silent for a few seconds. Neither of them spoke.

Noticing Xiaoyu’s hand gradually clenching, Wen Yu decided to comfort her first.

“This Grand Competition…”

“Daozhang, can I leave this place?”

Xiaoyu’s words abruptly cut off Wen Yu’s pending comfort.

This short sentence instantly made him hold his breath.

He asked softly: “Leave? Go where?”

Xiaoyu had initially planned to temporarily rely on Wen Yu, then run away when she was safe.

But now, the Devil Lord had pressured her repeatedly. Although she hadn’t been killed yet, there was no guarantee that the Devil Lord wouldn’t decide to travel thousands of miles to kill her if he became unhappy one day.

Moreover, the entire Yuehui Sect treated demon beasts like enemies, constantly clamoring to kill them. Even with Wen Yu protecting her, she couldn’t guarantee that no accidents would happen.

Most importantly, she was still too weak.

Although Yan Ziqiong said she was learning quickly, Xiaoyu knew that learning fast didn’t mean her strength was increasing rapidly.

Qiu Hong had targeted her three times in a row. The Yuehui Sect was a wolf’s den, not a place to stay.

But if she left, where could she go?

The Devil Lord would find her no matter where she went.

“I don’t know.”

Xiaoyu shook her head, looking blankly at Wen Yu, gazing into his dark eyes, seeking an answer there.

“I don’t know where I can go.”

She had arrived in this foreign world alone, and she was stuck with an identity that was restricted everywhere. If she had transmigrated into a human, the situation wouldn’t be this difficult.

“Daozhang, why don’t you run away with me?”

After thinking it over, she still wanted to drag Wen Yu along. Since he was going to be plotted against here anyway, they might as well run away together. At least they wouldn’t have to face the condemnation of those people.

Wen Yu suddenly felt his breathing ease.

Was she worried about him?

At that moment, the gloom of many days was lifted. The girl before him seemed to share the color of the sunlight and the radiance of the heavens, so dazzling that he could barely see anything else.

“Mmm…”

Xiaoyu waited expectantly for Wen Yu’s reply, but he remained silent, making her so anxious she wanted to drag him away right then.

“Wait a little longer. Wait until I resolve all this.”

Wen Yu spoke, making a promise.

Wait until I resolve all those who covet you and eliminate all those who threaten you.

Then, I will sever the ties between you and the Devil Lord.

At that time, I will run away with you.

At this moment, Wen Yu seemed to understand what he truly desired most in his heart.

For a hundred years, he had never felt such an urge, such a desperate desire to be closely attached to someone and spend every day by their side.

That heart, silent for many years, began to beat anew.

He couldn’t restrain it.

Possession and desire overflowed, showing themselves unreservedly through his eyes, enveloping Xiaoyu and marking her as his own.

This gaze made Xiaoyu’s heart tremble. She was momentarily lost, her brain feeling numb. She vaguely sensed something but couldn’t clearly grasp it.

“Ah?” She opened her mouth and spoke: “Okay, Daozhang.”

She had completely forgotten her initial purpose. Her soul was captured by his gaze, her mind filled with those eyes, leaving no room for other thoughts.

There was only one thought in her mind.

Wen Yu seems like a demon spirit. She’s the one being enchanted by the demon spirit.

Xiaoyu forced herself to snap out of it, finally adding: “Then you must hurry.”

If you drag it out any longer, when Nan Chenghui and Yan Ziqiong’s identities are exposed, you won’t be able to escape.

Wen Yu curved his lips, replying: “Yes, I will.”

After he said this, there seemed to be no other topic of conversation. Xiaoyu simply picked up the manual to find the feeling she had when transforming into her original form, also using this to calm her mood.

She lowered her head, her eyelids drooping. She appeared to be reading, but her thoughts had wandered far away.

She was thinking about the plot of the book, desperately trying to recall the details. Knowing the plot could at least give her a head start in preventing things.

The revelation of their identities happened long after the Grand Competition. At that time, the Demon Race had already started cooperating with the Devil Clan to invade the Human Realm.

Shortly after the revelation, the human cities gradually fell, divided up by the demons and devils. Only then did the cultivation world remember the existence of Wen Yu.

The main perspective in the book was the male and female leads, so Wen Yu’s role was not heavily detailed. It didn’t explain what Wen Yu did during the period between leaving the Yuehui Sect and his mutual annihilation with the Devil Lord.

Xiaoyu speculated that he probably ran off to the Devil Realm to find the Devil Lord himself. He truly went through a lot of trouble for his disciples.

But she was curious: Why did Wen Yu value his disciples so much?

“Daozhang, why did you take Nan Chenghui as your disciple?”