The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 38

Thinking closely, it seemed only Wen Yu would do this.

Carrying one demon and one devil, walking the human realm—was he not afraid of being discovered?

Or was Nan Chenghui’s identity unusual?

Wen Yu gave a direct answer: “He is connected to the war between the two realms a hundred years ago.”

Just that one sentence, without elaborating.

He didn’t want to involve her.

Xiaoyu nodded.

It was another matter from over a hundred years ago, like the Penglai Covenant.

The book hadn’t covered this plot, or maybe it was only mentioned much later.

In any case, the more she interacted now, the more she realized how superficial the book’s contents were.

Some things required her to explore and seek the truth.

“You continue to transcribe the scriptures; I’ll look over this again,” Xiaoyu picked up the manual once more.

She had learned to revert to her original form, but changing back to human form still needed practice.

She needed to practice more.

Just as Xiaoyu was lost in thought, Yan Ziqiong’s voice sounded from behind her.

“Disciple, look at the good stuff I found for you!”

He poked his head through the window. Seeing Wen Yu was also there, he immediately retracted the leg he had already placed on the windowsill.

The smile on his face froze.

“Master, you’re here too.”

Yan Ziqiong quickly circled back, entered through the front door, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unnatural.

“Didn’t that old man drag you away to discuss the Grand Competition today?” He slowly shuffled in, quietly positioned himself next to Xiaoyu, and moved his hand from behind his back. Just as he was about to throw the item to Xiaoyu, he was called out.

“Yan Ziqiong.”

“Yes! Master, you called me.” Yan Ziqiong quickly withdrew his hand, but Xiaoyu had already noticed the booklet he held.

Wen Yu glanced at him, his eyes signaling him to take the item out.

“This…” Yan Ziqiong reluctantly pulled it out: “I found this…”

His demeanor was extremely awkward.

“Some information on the life habits of the Pure Fox Clan…”

He slightly pushed the booklet toward Xiaoyu, whispering urgently: “Take it quickly!”

Xiaoyu reached out and took it, curiously opening the first page. It showed a drawing of a fox, and the content looked normal.

She casually flipped a page, and suddenly there were two foxes, overlapping, their tails curled upward.

The key was the posture?!

Xiaoyu immediately slammed the booklet shut, looked up, and glared at Yan Ziqiong, gritting her teeth: “Did you do that on purpose?”

What was the difference between this and an erotic book!

He should have given it to her secretly so she could read it privately, but he did it right in front of Wen Yu.

Yan Ziqiong wore a look of being genuinely wronged: “I kindly got this for you!”

The two’s small actions were seen by Wen Yu. A barrier seemed to emanate between them, making it difficult for him to step in.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Xiaoyu’s face, which was gradually turning red. He asked: “May I see it?”

Xiaoyu quickly hid it behind her back, concealing her guilt: “There’s nothing good to see, really, it’s not good.”

She immediately sprung up, clutching the manual in one hand, and quickly hid the booklet in her embrace as she turned away.

“Daozhang, I’m going to cultivate now!”

Xiaoyu rushed out in a flurry.

Wen Yu’s gaze followed the girl until her hair disappeared before he turned to Yan Ziqiong.

The scrutinizing look forced Yan Ziqiong to honestly confess.

“The other day, Master, you asked me how to resolve the rut period of a Pure Fox Clan demon beast, and since I didn’t know, I went to ask around,” Yan Ziqiong decided that the next time he came to find Xiaoyu, he must first check if Wen Yu was present.

“It details the physical changes of the Pure Fox Clan from birth to death, including rut, gestation, and procreation.”

As he spoke, his voice softened: “She just flipped to a picture of demon beast copulation. Maybe she’s a little shy? Doesn’t want you to see?”

Wen Yu’s heart stirred, and he immediately reverted to his serious demeanor: “Go investigate a few matters for me these next few days.”

“Go investigate a fox demon.”

He picked up the brush and wrote two characters. Yan Ziqiong lowered his head. The characters read, “Yan Qing.”

“I’ll go investigate immediately.”

Yan Ziqiong left.

Wen Yu put down the brush, closed the scriptures, and turned his head to look out the window.

The green trees rustled in the wind, signaling an impending storm.

Xiaoyu went around to the back courtyard, leaning against a corner to sneak a look at the booklet Yan Ziqiong had given her.

She flipped to the page concerning the urge to procreate, scanned her surroundings to ensure no one was there, and then began to read.

The procreative urge of the Pure Fox Clan existed continuously after reaching adulthood, regardless of season or time. It needed to be resolved promptly and not deliberately suppressed.

There was a small line of text underneath. Xiaoyu leaned closer to read it: Can be controlled once cultivation reaches a certain level.

Well, my cultivation hasn’t reached that level yet, so I can’t control it.

She flipped the page, which showed the picture she had just seen.

Xiaoyu abruptly closed her eyes, reciting silently: “Form is emptiness, emptiness is form…”

Then she opened her eyes to read the accompanying text.

But the posture of the two foxes was too eye-catching. Unconsciously, Xiaoyu’s gaze was drawn to it.

She looked for a long time but couldn’t make any sense of the picture.

Who drew this! It’s not intuitive at all!

She quickly shifted her focus to the accompanying text.

Reading the text was far more stimulating than the image.

It detailed the postures and the level required to achieve complete satisfaction and temporarily resolve the urge to procreate.

“!”

Stimulating.

Xiaoyu closed the booklet, her small face flushing.

“Yan Ziqiong, you’re truly capable.”

Yan Ziqiong, who had just left, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and muttered: “Who’s thinking about me?”

He continued to use his innate divine ability, the tracking technique.

A natural talent for the Wolf Clan, this tracking technique allowed him to memorize multiple scents and accurately pinpoint them even after several months.

He followed the residual scent he obtained from Wen Yu all the way to the town outside the Yuehui Sect.

This town was called Yuehui City, named after the Yuehui Sect in a similar phonetic manner, as the sect had helped establish it.

The people in the city were diverse, and there were many scents. The scent he was tracking had entered the city and was mixed in with the others, making it difficult to discern quickly.

“Yan Qing…”

When Yan Ziqiong first heard this name, he found it somewhat familiar, feeling he might have heard it long ago, before he met Wen Yu.

Yan Ziqiong gathered his thoughts and blended into the crowd.

As soon as his figure disappeared, a flash of red appeared.

Her alluring beauty caused passersby to stop and stare. She wore a slight smile, and with every step, people spontaneously cleared a path for her.

She seemed accustomed to this kind of attention, her steps light and airy.

By the time people realized what had happened, the beauty was already gone.

When Yan Qing discovered someone was tracking her, she was cautious, but seeing that the scent belonged to a small wolf cub, she couldn’t help but feel amused.

She wanted to tease him.

She deliberately led him to Yuehui City, where there were many people. It was also close to the Yuehui Sect, so if anything happened, she could lead the trouble back there.

She released her aura again, sat down by the window in a teahouse, and waited for him.

It was a way to find something to do in her boring life.

She couldn’t approach Xiaoyu for the time being because Wen Yu was keeping a close watch.

A moment later, sensing the other party’s aura, Yan Qing curved her lips and looked in the direction the scent was coming from.

The sight of the handsome young man fell into her eyes. Yan Qing’s smile froze, and something shattered within her at that moment.

Yan Qing subconsciously stood up, watching him walk toward her in disbelief.

The resemblance… too similar.

“Are you Yan Qing?”

Even his tone of voice was strikingly similar.

“What is your name?”

The resemblance was so striking. He was practically carved from the same mold as her deceased husband.

Yan Ziqiong frowned, finding her reaction strange.

She had actively released her aura to lead him here, yet the first thing she asked was his name.

“Shouldn’t you be asking why I’m looking for you?”

Yan Ziqiong sat down opposite Yan Qing without ceremony, his demon power locked onto her, but he still couldn’t discern her original form.

Fox demon? Is she from the Pure Fox Clan?

He remained inwardly calm, having tentatively assessed that her strength was above his.

Yan Qing ignored his question and still asked his name.

Her heart was pounding. In just a few moments, she had formed multiple conjectures in her mind, but she dismissed every single one.

“You answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you my name.” Yan Ziqiong spread his hands, resting them on the sides of the table. It was a posture meant to exert pressure, but Yan Qing ignored it completely.

“Ask.”

She smiled again, leaning toward Yan Ziqiong, moving closer to him.

But the look on her face showed she wasn’t taking Yan Ziqiong’s words seriously at all.

She looked as if her mind had been enchanted by Yan Ziqiong, only staring at him and scrutinizing him intently.

Her gaze was brazenly fixed on Yan Ziqiong’s face, the revealing look clinging to him like a cold, wet snake, making him uncomfortable.

“What is your purpose for infiltrating the Yuehui Sect?” Yan Ziqiong knew his strength couldn’t match the demon beast in front of him, and he didn’t expect her to tell the truth.

But he hadn’t expected that Yan Qing, seeing his face, was in a good mood and actually answered.

“I was commanded by the Devil Lord to kill Wen Yu.” The words were half-true and half-false. If he believed all of it, he wouldn’t resemble her deceased husband anymore.

Yan Qing found it tiring to look at him that way, so she changed her posture, resting her elbow on the table and supporting her cheek with her palm, continuing to watch him.

“What about your name?”

Yan Ziqiong was infuriated by her answer.

That kind of statement could be an answer to any question.

“Yan Ziqiong.” He spat out the three characters, asking again: “What is your purpose for intentionally exposing your aura to lead me here to meet you?”

“Hmm…” Yan Qing frowned, straightened up, and leaned back slightly.

A bit less similar now.

Her deceased husband would never question her in that tone.

So his name is Yan Ziqiong.

Her interest, which had come quickly, faded quickly too.

Yan Qing waved, called the waiter, and ordered a pot of tea under Yan Ziqiong’s confused gaze.

“Spring tea after the rain, a specialty of Yuehui City. Try it later.”

She spoke very casually, like meeting a good friend she hadn’t seen in years, intimately playing the host.

Yan Ziqiong felt he was being played for a fool.

Ridiculous.

“Human tea? Can you even drink it? Don’t you find it too bland?”

Yan Qing stared at him and suddenly laughed.

The exquisite beauty of a fox demon could easily enchant people, but although she laughed this time, Yan Ziqiong showed no reaction of being captivated by her beauty.

Yan Qing laughed again, but this time, it was genuine.

“Drink a few more sips. Once you get used to it, you won’t find it bland anymore.”

As the two exchanged words, the waiter quickly brought the tea, gave Yan Qing an extra look, and then left.

Yan Ziqiong vaguely understood something and felt increasingly sure he was being played by this fox demon.

Compared to her, his little disciple, Xiaoyu, was much cuter.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Yan Ziqiong ignored the tea Yan Qing pushed toward him. Just as he said this, a powerful oppressive force pressed down on him.

The pressure was well-controlled. It didn’t make him feel his life was threatened, but it rendered him unable to move.

The strength of a Great Demon was unfathomable.

“You are too impatient.” Yan Qing finished the tea in her cup and stood up: “Go back and tell your master that investigating me is useless.”

Yan Qing walked in front of Yan Ziqiong, watching him struggle to move his eyes to follow her. She found it amusing.

She lifted his chin with her fingertip and leaned in slightly: “You look very much like my deceased husband. Do you have any other older brothers in your family?”

Upon hearing this, Yan Ziqiong’s pupils contracted.

Yan Qing read the affirmative answer in his eyes.

She released him, delicately wiped her fingertips on a handkerchief, folded it neatly, and tossed it onto the table.

“See you next time.”

The red figure departed. A moment later, the pressure on Yan Ziqiong vanished.

Breathing rapidly, he slammed his fist onto the table, splashing the tea.

The handkerchief, the same color as the red skirt, stood out sharply, a blinding red, like a mockery of him.

Looks like her deceased husband?

Yan Ziqiong clenched his fists.

What was her relationship with them? Had his clan members been in contact with her?

It was a pity he had already left the clan. Otherwise, he could go back and ask for clarification.

He snatched the handkerchief and tossed it into his spatial storage talisman.

Yan Ziqiong called out: “Waiter, bill please!”

He returned in an irritated mood. As he approached Wangyue Residence, before he could even enter, Nan Chenghui’s door opened, and he walked out.

The two looked at each other, their expressions both a little unnatural.

“Senior Brother has finished his retreat?”

Nan Chenghui nodded slightly, pursed his lips, and walked out, intending to see Wen Yu.

“Is Senior Brother going to see Master? I need to go too. Let’s go together.” Yan Ziqiong quickly walked over, walking side-by-side with Nan Chenghui.

As soon as they entered, they heard Wen Yu’s voice: “Show me?”