The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 39

“Show me.”

Yan Ziqiong’s steps paused, then he quickly headed toward the room where the voice came from.

Show Master what?

Xiaoyu isn’t going to follow the instructions in that booklet and show Master, is she?

The sudden acceleration of his pace puzzled Nan Chenghui. He followed suit, and they arrived at the study together.

Xiaoyu was holding a book in one hand and employing her demonic power with the other.

Seeing them enter, she stopped what she was doing.

Yan Ziqiong only stared at Xiaoyu. Seeing that she was fine, he thought he had overreacted.

“You two have things to talk about, so I’ll leave first,” Xiaoyu gathered her book, retracted her demonic power, and told Wen Yu.

As she passed Yan Ziqiong, she saw him wink at her.

Xiaoyu pretended not to see him.

You and your bad ideas. That kind of book should have been given to me secretly!

Yan Ziqiong rubbed his nose and gave Xiaoyu a smile.

After she left, Yan Ziqiong spoke first: “Master, the Yan Qing you asked me to investigate, I ran into her as soon as I left the sect.”

It was a bit hard to admit.

He had been fooled for the first time in his life!

“She deliberately exposed herself to meet me. Her strength is above mine, stronger than that old man Qiu Hong.”

“She may also have some connection to my clan.”

Yan Ziqiong kept his personal feelings secret and did not mention that Yan Qing said he resembled her deceased husband.

Said I look like her deceased husband?

Is she cursing me to die?

“I’ve already left the clan, so it’s not easy for me to investigate that angle.”

Wen Yu nodded, indicating he understood, then turned to Nan Chenghui: “Are your injuries completely healed?”

Nan Chenghui hummed in affirmation. After some hesitation, he finally asked: “Did Junior Sister, did she come by these past few days?”

When Yan Ziqiong heard this, he shook his head and left first.

As soon as he stepped out, he went to look for Xiaoyu.

He found her in the back courtyard.

The young girl was changing her hand seals, constantly employing her demonic power.

“What are you practicing?”

Xiaoyu immediately slapped at him, testing her newly learned spell on Yan Ziqiong.

Yan Ziqiong quickly dodged, yelling: “Hey! I was helping you, why are you mad at me?”

Xiaoyu waited for him to get closer, pulled out the booklet, thought about shoving the pictures in his face, but then pulled it back.

She asked Yan Ziqiong: “Did you two finish talking so quickly?”

Yan Ziqiong shrugged, pointing toward the study: “Senior Brother is still inside.”

Then, grinning cheekily, he whispered: “Is the booklet I gave you useful?”

Xiaoyu’s eyes widened, and she wanted to cover his mouth.

“Can you be a bit more reliable? You have the audacity to give me something like that, but I’m embarrassed to read it.”

Especially right in front of Wen Yu!

Yan Ziqiong gave her an odd look, mumbling: “Who knew you were so thin-skinned…”

Xiaoyu glared at him: “What did you say?”

Yan Ziqiong quickly tried to mend things: “All demons read that kind of stuff, since childhood. How was I supposed to know you hadn’t read it.”

As he spoke, he leaned down close to Xiaoyu, his gaze scrutinizing her, making Xiaoyu nervous.

“Why are you looking at me?” She took a step back, escaping Yan Ziqiong’s gaze.

“Could it be that you…” Yan Ziqiong wore a look of sudden realization, clapped his hands, and opened his mouth to speak.

Xiaoyu’s heart leaped into her throat because of him.

He hasn’t figured it out, has he? He hasn’t realized that I’m not the original body!

“Could it be that you, like me, were abandoned at birth?” Yan Ziqiong looked as if he had found a kindred spirit. He grabbed Xiaoyu’s arms and shook her: “Disciple, don’t be afraid! I’ll protect you!”

Xiaoyu felt dizzy, but at the same time, her heart settled back into her chest.

Thank you, but you seem utterly unreliable. I won’t trouble you to protect me.

“Is there anything you don’t understand? I can teach you.”

Yan Ziqiong reached out, trying to take the booklet from Xiaoyu’s hand.

Xiaoyu quickly shoved the booklet back: “It’s all black text on white paper. I can read it clearly. I don’t need you to teach me.”

This guy truly had no sense of boundaries. He wouldn’t even avoid talking about something so private.

But some of the images in the booklet made her feel baffled, and she couldn’t suppress her curiosity, so she asked: “Do you really all, do as the booklet describes?”

Yan Ziqiong frowned, reached up, and flicked Xiaoyu’s head, displeased: “What do you mean by ‘you all’? It sounds like you’re not a demon beast.”

After speaking, he thought seriously. Under Xiaoyu’s expectant gaze, he shook his head: “You’re asking me? I don’t know either.”

Xiaoyu smacked his arm, voicing her frustration: “Then why did you lecture me!”

“Well, I’ve been following Master and living in the human realm since childhood. How could I know all those things so clearly?” Yan Ziqiong rubbed his arm, complaining: “You’re making things difficult for me.”

Xiaoyu fell silent.

They were in the same boat: one was a transmigrator, and the other hadn’t spent more than a few days in the Demon Realm.

Xiaoyu tidied up, planning to find another place to practice.

The sky was getting dark. They should be finished talking soon.

“But I’m really curious,” Yan Ziqiong followed Xiaoyu, sticking to her like a tail: “You’re not Master’s disciple, yet Master cares about you so much. What is your relationship?”

Xiaoyu’s hand paused its spellcasting. Wen Yu cares about her?

He probably only cares because he’s afraid she’ll suddenly stab him.

She picked up a fallen leaf and injected demonic power into it. The power slowly filled the entire leaf along the veins.

The entire leaf instantly extended from the stem, and the root stretched out in all directions, turning the leaf surface green.

Xiaoyu released her grip. The fallen leaf dropped to the ground. When the root touched the ground, it quickly withered and turned yellow.

“Spring Revival Spell?” Yan Ziqiong found the spell in his mind, surprised: “You’re actually learning this.”

He shook his head, sighing: “This thing is useless and hard to learn.”

Xiaoyu’s mind wasn’t on the spell. She was contemplating her relationship with Wen Yu.

She couldn’t figure out what their relationship was.

Master and disciple?

No.

Siblings?

No.

Master and servant?

Definitely not.

It was neither an adversarial relationship nor a more intimate one.

In short, for now, she could either walk away without a word or stay and see how long she could last.

Xiaoyu gradually lost focus, her eyes becoming vacant.

So annoying!

How much longer will it take Wen Yu to resolve the things he needs to resolve?

Her appearance was interpreted by Yan Ziqiong as her being unhappy because of him.

“Want to go out and play?” He suddenly waved his hand in front of Xiaoyu, trying to get her attention.

Xiaoyu snapped out of her gloomy mood, looked at the sky, and asked: “Where?”

Yan Ziqiong chuckled: “I’ll take you to a fun place.”

Under the night sky, the Yuehui Sect was brightly lit. From a distance, the scattered lights on the mountainside looked like a giant dragon coiled up.

“Make sure your buttons are fastened. Don’t let them loosen,” Yan Ziqiong changed his clothes and waited for Xiaoyu outside.

The clothes he gave her could conceal her aura. As long as the concealment wasn’t broken, her aura wouldn’t leak out.

Xiaoyu fastened her clothes and quietly left Wangyue Residence with Yan Ziqiong.

“Where are we going first?”

“I’ll take you somewhere entertaining.”

The excited voices of the two gradually faded. Two figures appeared at the entrance of Wangyue Residence.

“Don’t we need to watch them?” Nan Chenghui’s gaze was still fixed on the direction the two had left.

Wen Yu was the same. The darkness of the night had stained his eyes black.

“No need. They know their limits.”

He had been busy with other matters these past few days and had neglected Xiaoyu’s feelings.

“You should not show your face during this Grand Competition. I will deal with Qiu Hong.”

“What about Junior Sister?” Nan Chenghui quickly followed up. The light in his eyes was dim—hesitation, worry, fear.

As the most powerful guest elder of the Yuehui Sect, Wen Yu was bound to send a disciple to participate in the entire Grand Competition.

Since the identities of him and Yan Ziqiong couldn’t be exposed, only Duanmuying could participate.

But her strength was much lower. How could she compete with the elite disciples of the other sects?

His question was met only with a warning glance from Wen Yu.

“Did you forget what I just told you?” Wen Yu turned away, no longer concerned with Nan Chenghui.

Nan Chenghui remained silent, only speaking after a long while: “I understand.”

Nan Chenghui looked out at the vast night, lowered his head, and walked back to his room.

Compared to the cold emptiness of the room, Xiaoyu was full of curiosity, watching the people coming and going before her.

“Are they all here for that Grand Competition?”

Figures flashed by, wearing different uniforms, clearly from various sects.

The two sat together on a tree branch. A spell concealed their auras, so they were not discovered.

“Yes, look,” Yan Ziqiong reached out, pointing to a few disciples in the small courtyard beneath the tree they were sitting on: “These few are from the Xuanqiu Sect.”

After returning, he learned that Qiu Hong and Qi Zhuolun were plotting against Xiaoyu, but those two were sensible enough not to reveal that Xiaoyu was a demon beast.

“Their leader is Qi Zhuolun, the Deputy Sect Master of Xuanqiu Sect. You should remember him?”

No sooner had he mentioned Qi Zhuolun than he appeared.

The Yuehui Sect had specifically set aside an area, divided into several small courtyards, for the participating disciples to stay.

The courtyards were separated by walls. If the noise was a bit loud, the neighbors could hear it.

Yan Ziqiong set up a barrier around them before continuing to speak.

“See, that’s him.”

Xiaoyu looked. It was that old scoundrel who looked old and was up to no good!

The white-robed disciples immediately bowed when they saw him: “Sect Master.”

Qi Zhuolun waved his hand, walking slowly closer. Judging by his tone, he was not in a good mood: “How is Wuzui?”

“Reporting to the Sect Master, the medical cultivator from the Yuehui Sect just left. They gave him many spirit pills and said he needs rest and may not be able to participate in the Grand Competition.”

Qi Zhuolun sneered: “That old woman only knows how to speak useless nonsense. That old fool Qiu Hong is truly unreliable.”

“Senior Brother He’s eye hasn’t healed. I’m afraid he won’t be able to compete…” A disciple nervously spoke up, but Qi Zhuolun immediately rebuffed him.

“If he can’t go, will you? Heh,” he scornfully scanned the few disciples from head to toe, mocking: “Even if he’s blind, he has to compete for me!”

“I finally brought him out, hoping he would help me assert our dominance over the other sects, but he went and caused trouble instead.” Qi Zhuolun spat fiercely toward their faces: “If he doesn’t go, are any of you stronger than him?”

The few disciples lowered their heads, not daring to utter a word.

Qi Zhuolun spat again, glaring at them sidelong, and walked into the room.

The remaining disciples exchanged glances. They all saw dissatisfaction in the other’s eyes, but no one spoke up.

“That old man has a terrible temper,” Yan Ziqiong tore off a leaf, crushing it in his palm.

Xiaoyu understood. Qiu Hong had come to ask for her demon core to treat this person named He Wuzui’s eye, trying to curry favor with Qi Zhuolun.

So frustrating!

“I don’t want to stay here anymore.” Staying here made it hard to even breathe.

Yan Ziqiong crushed the leaf, responding: “Alright, let’s go somewhere else.”

The treetops rustled, and the two figures vanished.

Several groups of people stood on the massive martial arts field. The white, green, and blue robes intersected, creating a lively scene.

“In a few days, the Grand Competition will be held here. The disciples who come to the Yuehui Sect to participate all practice here first,” Yan Ziqiong routinely cast an invisibility spell over them.

He wasn’t good at other spells, but he was an expert at invisibility and tracking.

“Those in green robes are the disciples of Xuanji Sect, one of the current major sects,” Yan Ziqiong carefully maneuvered Xiaoyu through the crowd.

Fortunately, there was ample space, so they didn’t bump into anyone.

“Are they all women?” Xiaoyu looked around, noticing that all those wearing green robes were female, holding various forms of spiritual artifacts.

Yan Ziqiong hummed in affirmation: “Yes, Xuanji Sect only recruits women. The founder of the sect, Old Ancestor Xuanji, was very famous, a legendary figure, but unfortunately, she died in the war between humans and demons a hundred years ago.”

“If she were still around, the title of Human Realm Sect Leader probably wouldn’t have fallen to the Yuehui Sect.” Yan Ziqiong complained: “They only get attention because Master is powerful, otherwise, no one would bother with the Yuehui Sect.”

Xiaoyu wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. Her eyes were completely filled with the images of the participating disciples sparring.

The Xuanqiu Sect disciples who came to practice were clearly not all present. They stood in the corner, staring wistfully at the disciples from the other two sects, their movements completely stopped.

“Those in blue robes are from the Seven Swords Sect. Their entire sect is made up of Sword Cultivators. They are all old-fashioned, only carrying their swords all day.”

Yan Ziqiong acted as the commentator, explaining everything to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu looked at him in surprise: “You know quite a lot.”

Yan Ziqiong took it as a compliment and said proudly: “Of course! Who do you think I am?”

No sooner had he spoken than Yan Ziqiong’s face changed. He yanked Xiaoyu’s wrist and retreated several steps to the side.

A sword aura from a blue-robed Sword Cultivator struck the spot where they had been standing just moments before, narrowly missing them.

“It’s a bit dangerous here. Let’s go,” Yan Ziqiong took a deep breath and quickly pulled Xiaoyu away.

Yan Ziqiong took Xiaoyu around for about an hour before leading her back to Wangyue Residence.

“Once the Grand Competition opening ceremony is over, Master can take us to watch the matches. If you’re interested, you can join us.”

“I have to go join the fun then.”

Such a grand occasion was much more interesting than studying.

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, she turned to head back to the study.

Yan Ziqiong stood outside the door, watching Xiaoyu go in, looking like he wanted to say something but held back.

In the end, he said nothing and returned to his own room.

However, just as he reached his door, he saw Nan Chenghui standing there gloomily, staring at him.

“Senior Brother, why are you so quiet? You scared me.”

Yan Ziqiong walked around Nan Chenghui, pushed open his door, and went inside.

“Are you trying to ask me if Duanmuying is participating in the Grand Competition?”

Nan Chenghui followed him, nodding silently.

“I saw her name on the list,” Yan Ziqiong didn’t light a lamp. He casually walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and drank it himself.

Water still tastes the best.

“She is Qiu Hong’s daughter. Even if Master forbids her from participating, Qiu Hong will push her out there,” Yan Ziqiong put down the cup, walked over to the reclining chair, and lay down. Nan Chenghui followed closely.

Yan Ziqiong felt a headache coming on just looking at him.

Master’s three disciples were all of different races, and their personalities were all different.

Especially Nan Chenghui. On the surface, he seemed indifferent and without desire, but once he fixed on something, he would charge to the end. He was extremely persistent—no, obstinate.

Sometimes, he wondered how Wen Yu could stand the three of them.

“Just the title of Wen Yu’s Sword Venerable’s disciple alone means she has to compete,” Yan Ziqiong also wanted to participate in the Grand Competition. Although they all had ways to conceal their identities, there was no guarantee that an accident wouldn’t happen.

“Is she only participating in the preliminary round?”

Nan Chenghui asked with difficulty.

Yan Ziqiong thought carefully, but couldn’t recall: “I don’t remember. With her strength, the preliminary round should be no problem.”

Nan Chenghui’s heart tightened. He clenched his hand and whispered: “I understand.”

He couldn’t stop her from competing, nor could he show his face to help her. He could only silently pray in his heart that nothing would go wrong.

Nan Chenghui turned and left.

He heard Yan Ziqiong say behind him: “Don’t worry too much. Seeing Master’s face, they won’t make things too difficult for her.”

Nan Chenghui did not reply.

Just as he reached the door, his expression changed.

At the same time, Yan Ziqiong had already sprung up and hurried over.

“It’s her again!”

A familiar demonic aura drifted from the study. Yan Ziqiong quickly ran over, only to see Wen Yu standing at the doorway, blocking his view.

“Master, it’s her!”

Nan Chenghui, who had arrived quickly, heard Yan Ziqiong’s voice. Seeing the two blocking the door, although he didn’t know what had happened, the powerful demonic aura told him that a demon had invaded.

“Oh? Quite a lot of people have arrived.” Yan Qing held Xiaoyu with one hand, a dagger resting against her neck, already drawing a thin line of blood.

Xiaoyu told herself to remain calm, but she couldn’t understand what Yan Qing was doing in the middle of the night.

She had just returned and, seeing that Wen Yu wasn’t in the study, she went to take off her clothes.

Unexpectedly, her neck was suddenly constricted. She only heard a voice say, “Don’t move,” followed by Wen Yu rushing over, and her being taken hostage.

What is this all about?

She said she was only here to supervise me to complete the mission. Why is she using a knife now?

“Yan Ziqiong…” Yan Qing’s gaze lingered on Yan Ziqiong for a few seconds, a subtle smile playing on her lips: “I wondered who was investigating me. So, it’s you, the famous Sword Venerable.”

Xiaoyu didn’t sense any killing intent from Yan Qing, but through her cultivation these past few days, she knew that high-level cultivators could conceal their killing intent very well.

She couldn’t figure out what Yan Qing was trying to do. With Wen Yu here and her sudden appearance, was she trying to force her to kill Wen Yu?

Why does this group of people never act according to common sense?

Xiaoyu met Wen Yu’s gaze, noticing for the first time that he showed almost no expression.

Even his eyes were so deep that no ripple could be seen.

“Don’t be afraid. I just want to help you.”

She suddenly heard an ethereal voice, and a strong sense of foreboding immediately washed over her.

The next second, a powerful demonic energy exploded.

Green fragments immediately scattered, enveloping the entire Wangyue Residence. A barrier opened, and the change happened in an instant.

The powerful demonic energy split into two streams: one blocked Wen Yu’s attack, and the other slammed into Xiaoyu’s body like a pair of pliers, forcibly unlocking the chains suppressing her procreative urge.

Xiaoyu only felt the hand on her neck release. She was fiercely shoved, throwing her toward Wen Yu.

The red skirt swirled, and Yan Qing’s figure vanished, but she was blocked by the fragment barrier.

Yan Ziqiong and Nan Chenghui immediately turned and ran outside.

Wen Yu spread his arms, catching Xiaoyu steadily.

Xiaoyu was completely held in his embrace, her face buried in his chest, her breathing rapidly growing shallow.

As soon as he touched her body, the searing heat quickly spread. Her scorching forehead rubbed against his neck, stirring up layer upon layer of waves in him.

Wen Yu froze for a moment, then instantly held Xiaoyu tighter.

It was in this instant that his control over the Flute Sword weakened, and Yan Qing found a gap to escape.

Wen Yu lifted Xiaoyu. His gaze scanned the room, saw the single-person bed in the study, and turned to walk toward his own room.

“Daozhang, I feel a little strange…”

Xiaoyu’s mind was hazy. She only remembered Yan Qing saying something, and then her body started to heat up.

Why?

What’s wrong with her now?

“Be good. Endure it.”

While carrying Xiaoyu out, Wen Yu simultaneously separated a thread of spiritual power to set up a barrier and track Yan Qing.

His entire demeanor was terrifyingly low at this moment.

She actually had the audacity to play tricks right in front of him.

Just as he walked out, Nan Chenghui and Yan Ziqiong rushed toward him.

Seeing Xiaoyu in Wen Yu’s arms and smelling the faint scent, Yan Ziqiong’s face changed: “Master, is she—”

Wen Yu pressed Xiaoyu into his embrace, covering her completely, only leaving her head exposed.

“You two watch outside tonight. If there’s any sign of trouble, inform me immediately.”

With that said, without waiting for an answer, he stepped past the two of them, carrying Xiaoyu into his own room.

The door slammed shut with a thud, was locked, and a barrier was set up to prevent the scent from escaping.

Yan Ziqiong vaguely sensed what was happening, but Wen Yu hadn’t given him a chance to ask, making it impossible to interfere.

He turned to Nan Chenghui. Seeing his bewildered expression, he sighed heavily.

A wooden block like you actually managed to fall for Duanmuying. You must have finally opened up.

“Let’s go, we’ll stand guard outside,” Yan Ziqiong looked toward the outside. Yan Qing’s parting words echoed in his mind.

“Yan Ziqiong, see you next time. I hope you won’t die.”

A storm was brewing. This Sect Grand Competition would definitely not be as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.

There was no lamp lit inside the room. In the pitch-black space, all senses were infinitely amplified. Every touch brought a deeper perception than usual.

Wen Yu carried Xiaoyu to the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to set her down, she held him tight.

Xiaoyu wrapped her arms around his neck. In a brief moment, the procreative urge had spread throughout her body, completely uncontrollable.

She clung to him. Following Wen Yu’s movements, her cheek moved closer to his neck, rubbing against it little by little, seeking the cool relief from his body. Yet, she felt it was never enough.

Her fox ears trembled, brushing against his cheek as she moved.

“Daozhang, I was framed…”

Taking advantage of the reason she still had, Xiaoyu defended herself.

Her voice, sounding distressed, was full of grievance: “I haven’t learned how to control it yet…”

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Xiaoyu subconsciously hugged Wen Yu’s neck, pulling him closer, drawing the coolness from his body to relieve her fever, but it still wasn’t enough.

She then frantically started pulling at Wen Yu’s collar, rubbing her cheek against the exposed skin underneath.

“Daozhang, please help me one more time. I promise I will learn how to control it later.” Xiaoyu was completely torn in two.

My sanity tells me I shouldn’t be like this. I need to maintain my self-control.

But my desire tells me that only this person can help me.

Wen Yu tightened his arms, his strong embrace supporting Xiaoyu’s movements.

He allowed Xiaoyu to tear open his collar. Xiaoyu couldn’t see his terrifying eyes, which were almost unconstrained and completely undisguised.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. The veins on the back of his hands bulged, yet he held Xiaoyu with extreme gentleness.

“How do I control it?”

“Ugh…” Xiaoyu briefly and forcefully thought for a moment. She seriously took out the booklet, diligently flipped through it, and found the folded page.

She pointed to that page, answering obediently: “Look, like this.”

No sooner had she spoken than a strong procreative urge surged up, drowning her sanity. Her body went limp, and the booklet fell from her hand.

Wen Yu supported Xiaoyu with one hand and bent down to pick up the booklet.

He lit a candle, flipped to that page, and spread the booklet open, placing it in front of Xiaoyu.

“Show me how.”