The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 41

Xiaoyu held up the jade flute in her hand, suddenly finding it scalding hot.

The emerald green jade flute trembled slightly, seemingly speaking to Xiaoyu.

“When did you slip into my hand?”

She spoke softly. Wen Yu’s voice sounded from outside the door, as if he had heard her words and provided an answer.

“The Flute Sword is my Destiny Artifact; it possesses some sentience.” The voice paused, then continued: “It likes you.”

Xiaoyu’s face instantly flushed crimson upon hearing this, the blush never receding.

She pressed one hand against the door and held the jade flute with the other. When she looked down at the jade flute, she was stunned.

Why would the jade flute like her?

She hadn’t had much contact with it.

“Are you feeling better now?” Wen Yu stood outside the door. The sensation of Xiaoyu holding the jade flute was transmitted to him through his connection with the artifact.

It was a peculiar feeling, as if she were holding his own hand.

Xiaoyu opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly recalled the absurd thing she had done in a daze that night, finding it difficult to speak.

He was only asking if her procreative urge had been suppressed—surely, he had no other meaning.

The jade flute in her palm moved, stealthily extending a bit from Xiaoyu’s grip to pry the door open.

Xiaoyu was preoccupied with her thoughts and didn’t notice the jade flute’s action. A small gap opened in the door.

As the door opened, Wen Yu saw Xiaoyu’s profile. The angle perfectly aligned with Xiaoyu’s eyes, her long eyelashes subtly trembling. Her eyelids were lowered, clearly lost in thought, and she hadn’t noticed the door was already open.

His gaze shifted down, and he indeed saw the thing secretly opening the door.

The jade flute bobbed up and down slightly, as if waving to Wen Yu, summoning him to enter.

Wen Yu frowned, giving the jade flute an indifferent look. The jade flute immediately stopped moving.

Xiaoyu had just formulated an explanation for Wen Yu. The moment she turned around, she met his gaze.

She subconsciously took a step back, looked at the crack in the door that had opened sometime unknown, and then looked at Wen Yu.

When did the door open?

The opened door directly blocked Xiaoyu’s retreat. She had no choice but to raise her hand and smile at Wen Yu: “Daozhang, you’re awake too, huh.”

As soon as she spoke, she felt embarrassed. What kind of nonsense was that?

A smile flickered in Wen Yu’s eyes: “Feel your body. How is it now?”

Xiaoyu was stunned. She immediately sensed her body and suddenly discovered that it was brimming with demonic power. Her cultivation had increased by several levels compared to before.

Huh, how did my strength get stronger?

Xiaoyu opened the door wide and said joyfully: “I think I’ve become more formidable.”

“That’s good then.”

After he said those three words, Xiaoyu thought she could gloss over the matter. Who knew his next sentence would directly bring up the absurd events of that night again.

“It seems ordinary methods are completely ineffective in suppressing your procreative urge. You need self-release.”

Xiaoyu’s hand gripping the jade flute tightened. Her gaze flickered, not daring to look at Wen Yu.

That night, she was controlled by the procreative urge and had no idea what she was doing.

Now that she was sober, her mind was full of the improper things she had done to Wen Yu.

Help! How could I have read out the method to resolve the procreative urge from the booklet right in front of Wen Yu?

Her mind was in chaos. Wen Yu’s voice sounded again.

“It should be that your body was constantly plagued by the procreative urge before, hindering your cultivation advancement. Resolving the procreative urge this time allowed your cultivation to increase.”

Wen Yu looked at Xiaoyu’s half-understanding expression and said: “Try using your demonic power.”

Xiaoyu nodded. Oh right, I’ll know if I try.

She immediately concentrated her mind. A faint, clear scent dispersed, followed by a fox dropping to the ground.

The jade flute immediately returned to Wen Yu’s hand.

Wen Yu looked at the lively little fox with a knowing expression.

It was exactly as he had guessed.

Xiaoyu ran around in circles, then gathered her demonic power again to see if she could transform back into human form.

She had learned to revert to her original form before, but hadn’t fully mastered transforming back into human form. However, this time, with sufficient demonic power supporting her, it shouldn’t be a problem.

With a thought, a person replaced the brown-red fox the next second.

Xiaoyu looked at her hands, then stomped her foot, overjoyed.

She had finally mastered it!

She immediately touched her head. She was even happier when she didn’t feel her fox ears.

“Daozhang, look, I can hide my fox ears now, so I don’t have to worry about being discovered.”

Wen Yu looked at the top of her head for a few seconds, then nodded gently: “Mm, very impressive.”

As he spoke, he loosely clenched his hand. That soft, furry sensation of kneading her fox ears might be hard to experience again in the future.

Xiaoyu’s mood became even better after receiving praise.

But once the initial joy passed, her mind was again filled with what she and Wen Yu had done that night.

Xiaoyu considered whether to bring it up with Wen Yu, but seeing his demeanor, he seemed to have no intention of mentioning it again.

Maybe I should just let it go and not say anything.

Just as she thought this, Wen Yu started talking about the night’s events.

“Is the wound on your neck better?”

Wen Yu’s gaze shifted down to the girl’s neck. A mark had been left there by him, but now only pale skin remained, without a single trace.

Xiaoyu subconsciously touched her neck. The image of Wen Yu licking the wound on her neck in the darkness that night flashed through her mind.

Her brain instantly exploded, and the temperature on her face rose.

“Y-yes, it’s better now.”

She wasn’t lying. A demon beast’s body heals quickly after injury. At this moment, no scar was visible.

But that slick, sweet sensation seemed to still linger on her neck. Just thinking about what he did made her heart race with anxiety.

Why did he kiss there then! That’s completely out of character for him! Could he have been affected by the procreative urge too!

“Do you have anything else? If not, I’m going to cultivate.”

Xiaoyu originally intended to interrupt the conversation and return to their own business. Who knew this sentence would dig a hole for herself? Wen Yu genuinely had something to say to her.

“Yes.”

Wen Yu knew he shouldn’t be too overt. He should gradually guide the person in front of him to slowly adapt to his presence.

But human desire is difficult to suppress. Once a person enters the heart, the suppressed desire deep inside will only continuously swell and grow, never diminishing.

Xiaoyu looked up and instantly met Wen Yu’s eyes, which concealed a powerful desire.

Her heart suddenly trembled. She had never seen Wen Yu look at her like this before. It was like a tightly woven net gradually lunging toward her. Once it caught her, it wouldn’t let her go.

“W-what?”

She seemed to be bewitched, staring at him without blinking, finding it difficult to look away.

“About that night…”

Wen Yu stepped over the threshold, drawing closer to Xiaoyu. He leaned slightly forward, his handsome eyes holding a smile, yet concealing deep possessiveness beneath.

“Don’t you owe me an explanation?”

Xiaoyu’s eyes gradually widened. A rare look of confusion appeared in those nimble eyes.

Explanation? What explanation?

“What explanation do you want?”

Wen Yu approached Xiaoyu inch by inch, leaning down. The next second, he was about to touch her.

“An explanation for kissing me.”

This sentence directly penetrated Xiaoyu’s mind, slowly eroding her last line of defense.

“Kissing you—”

She remembered that she had taken the initiative to kiss Wen Yu that night. She was the one who provoked him first.

It seemed that in the end, she was the “culprit.”

“I didn’t mean it. You know, I wasn’t really rational at the time.”

She wanted to retreat, but Wen Yu blocked her, leaving no space to step back.

Wen Yu spoke again, step by step luring Xiaoyu toward the trap he had set.

“I don’t know,” he said. “So I need your explanation.”

He knew that if he missed this opportunity, Xiaoyu would hide and pretend the incident never happened. Therefore, he had to make Xiaoyu realize what she had done to him before that could happen.

This little fox is quite cunning.

Xiaoyu was stunned.

He doesn’t know?

He knew perfectly well. How could he not know?

“But even though I kissed you first, you kissed me back later, didn’t you?”

Moreover, she remembered clearly that someone had come at the time, but he hadn’t stopped. She was almost panicking, yet he showed no sign of stopping at all.

“Hmm…” Wen Yu straightened up, seemingly pondering seriously.

Xiaoyu took advantage of the brief opening to quietly step backward. Just as she moved back a little, she heard Wen Yu say: “You’re right.”

Xiaoyu was delighted, thinking Wen Yu would let the matter go and not pursue her further. However, the words that followed made her feel bewildered.

“In that case, it seems I was taking advantage of you, so I should take responsibility for you.”

As expected, Wen Yu saw the shock on Xiaoyu’s face. His mood became even more pleasant, and the suddenly emerging malicious desire to tease Xiaoyu was satisfied.

Xiaoyu reacted and quickly refused: “No need. It’s nothing, really. It was just a kiss. Nothing else happened.”

Wen Yu’s expression immediately darkened: “It’s nothing?”

Xiaoyu answered matter-of-factly: “Yes.”

A sudden realization struck her, and an unbelievable guess began to form.

When I kissed him, why didn’t Wen Yu refuse?

Instead, he kissed back even more aggressively.

She abruptly looked up at Wen Yu. Her heartbeat accelerated because of this guess, the thumping sound growing louder and louder.

He couldn’t be…

“Daozhang, you…”

She didn’t dare voice her guess, afraid that she was wrong and Wen Yu didn’t harbor the kind of feelings she suspected.

How could it be? How could Wen Yu…

It must have been the scent she emitted when the procreative urge arrived that confused him, which is why he kissed her.

It must be!

Damn procreative urge, it causes endless trouble!

“Daozhang, let’s calm down first. I think we need time to think clearly,” Xiaoyu said immediately, but Wen Yu blocked her.

“How much time do you need? One day, three days, or a month?”

As he spoke, he let out a cold laugh, making Xiaoyu feel like a heartless person who had stolen his purity and ran away.

“We can’t rush this matter. We need to distinguish if this was influenced by the procreative urge or if it came from the heart.” Xiaoyu, in her urgency, blurted out this defense. As soon as she finished the sentence, she distinctly sensed Wen Yu’s even more oppressive aura.

He’s unhappy again?

Wen Yu stared at her for a long time before speaking: “Were you influenced, or did you follow your inner thoughts?”

His eyes captured every detail of Xiaoyu’s expression, and he got his answer.

Before she spoke, her expression had already told him that she was influenced.

There was a moment of disappointment, but it was quickly concealed.

Wen Yu knew he shouldn’t rush, but seeing that the little fox showed no sign of awakening to feelings, how could he not be anxious?

He was about to open his mouth to ask Xiaoyu which one he was, but she spoke first.

“Give me some time, and I will definitely give you a perfect solution. I will compensate you.” Xiaoyu decided to buy some time first.

She finished speaking and waited for Wen Yu’s reply.

She saw Wen Yu staring at her for a long time, saying nothing.

Being stared at for so long, she started to feel guilty.

“Daozhang, do you really not have things to do? Isn’t the Sect Grand Competition about to start?” Speaking of this, Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that she seemed to have slept for a long time after that night, and quickly asked: “How long was I asleep?”

Wen Yu still looked at her, offering no answer.

He didn’t receive the response he wanted. Although disappointed, he didn’t press her too hard.

Once he claimed her, he would not easily let go.

Even if you try to escape, I will chase after you.

He was that kind of person—he wouldn’t fall in love easily.

But once he did, he would exhaust everything and offer everything he had.

“Five days,” he regained his composure and said: “The Sect Grand Competition opens today. Want to go watch?”

Xiaoyu’s eyes instantly sparkled: “Yes! I want to watch!”

Such a grand event’s opening ceremony must be lively.

She had been working like a draft animal before, with no time to go out and have fun. Now that she had the chance, how could she not enjoy it to the fullest?

But she hesitated: “But won’t I be discovered by those powerful cultivators?”

If she stayed invisible all the time, she would worry about being found out, and that wouldn’t be much fun.

Wen Yu curved his eyes. His smile was faint, but it was a genuine smile from the heart.

Xiaoyu caught sight of this smile and was momentarily stunned.

Maybe kissing him, or being kissed by him, wasn’t too bad, at least he’s handsome.

The temperature on her face, which had finally cooled down, rose again.

Xiaoyu suddenly lowered her head, covering her face with one hand to hide her abnormality.

Icy fingers hooked her lowered hand, lifted it, and began drawing something on her palm.

Xiaoyu moved the hand covering her face away, curious to see.

Faint spiritual threads formed shapes according to Wen Yu’s finger movements—a talisman she had never seen before.

“With this spell seal, your demonic aura will not be discovered.”

Wen Yu looked up. Just as he was about to give a few more instructions, he saw Xiaoyu’s cheeks were as crimson as the evening clouds, and he frowned slightly.

Too eye-catching.

The girl’s beauty was stunning; anyone who saw her would exclaim in admiration.

Realizing he had been staring for too long, Wen Yu shifted his gaze. He activated the spiritual threads again, slowing his pace: “I’ve inscribed a second spell seal on you. It can change your appearance. This way, even if you encounter people who have seen you, they won’t recognize you.”

Xiaoyu looked down at the forming talisman and curiously asked: “What about you, will you recognize me?”

His finger movements paused, then resumed their original trajectory.

Wen Yu said in a low voice: “I will.”

I will recognize you.

No matter what you become.

The thought flashed through his mind. Wen Yu looked up, saw the girl lowering her head, focused on watching him carve the spell seal, and swallowed the words he wanted to say.

And you? If I change, will you still recognize me?

The spell seal was complete. The girl in front of him instantly changed her appearance.

“It’s done.”

As soon as Wen Yu spoke, Xiaoyu withdrew her hand, conjured a water mirror, and looked at her face.

“It’s completely different.”

The facial features in the mirror had no relation to her original features at all, yet they looked harmonious and not jarring.

“What about my voice?” Xiaoyu turned to ask Wen Yu.

Wen Yu loosely clenched his hand, then released it, raising his hand toward Xiaoyu. However, she leaned back, dodging him.

The subconscious dodge caused his heart to flutter, and a sense of disappointment arose in his heart.

“Why are you dodging?”

Xiaoyu didn’t know what he was going to do. When he suddenly reached out, she instinctively dodged.

“I’ll help you change your voice.”

Only then did Xiaoyu stop dodging.

She gave Wen Yu an apologetic smile: “I thought you were going to do something else.”

Wen Yu raised his hand and placed it over Xiaoyu’s neck, his tone chilly: “If I wanted to do something to you, you wouldn’t be able to escape at all.”

“Oh…”

The moment his cold palm touched her neck, Xiaoyu shivered.

Why is he always so cold, without any warmth?

When his hand withdrew, Xiaoyu tried to make a sound. A strange female voice came out of her throat, feeling a bit unnatural.

“Can I go watch now?” Xiaoyu blinked, already impatient.

Wen Yu nodded. Before he could even finish his words, Xiaoyu had rushed out.

Her cheerful departing back made him shake his head helplessly.

Wen Yu took a step to follow. In just a few seconds, his appearance had changed, and his surrounding aura was restrained.

He glanced down at the conspicuous jade flute. With a thought, the flute dissolved into fragments, adhering to his waist, pretending to be decoration.

Before he could catch up with Xiaoyu, she had already turned around. The moment she saw him, she showed a surprised expression.

“Daozhang?”

Xiaoyu looked left and right. If there weren’t only the two of them here, she would have thought the person in front of her came from somewhere else.

“Mm.” Wen Yu nodded and walked up to her.

Xiaoyu looked closely and asked him: “You’re not going to go with me, are you?”

Seeing Wen Yu nod, Xiaoyu felt happy one moment and depressed the next.

She would be safer with Wen Yu, but in that case, she might have to look out for him and wouldn’t be able to enjoy herself completely.

Forget it, I won’t worry about it. Let’s just have fun first.

“Let’s go, Daozhang! Let’s set off!”

The girl’s voice, full of joy and vitality, rang in his ears. Wen Yu looked at her steadily, responding with a serious expression: “Mm.”

This affirmative sound was lost in Xiaoyu’s cheer. He followed Xiaoyu’s steps, the smile in his eyes growing deeper.

In a moment, the person walking in front stopped, secretly walking back to him, and asked: “Uh…”

“Hmm?”

Xiaoyu was embarrassed. She should have known not to walk so far ahead. She didn’t even know where the opening ceremony was being held.

“Daozhang, you walk ahead. I’ll follow you.”

Wen Yu didn’t expose her. He walked to the front, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

They walked through a small path to the edge of the cliff. Looking down, they saw the largest plaza of the Yuehui Sect, the martial arts field where Yan Ziqiong had taken Xiaoyu.

The area had been prepared. The center was cleared, serving as the spot for the most important figures during the opening ceremony. Later, this would become the venue for the sparring matches between the disciples of the major sects.

Looking down from above, the lively scene on the martial arts field was clearly visible.

The martial arts field was currently packed with people, a dense crowd with barely any space visible.

The center was empty, with a few people walking back and forth. They were too far to see clearly.

Wen Yu saw Xiaoyu stop and look down. He followed her gaze and explained: “That’s an exhibition match.”

“Daozhang, don’t you need to go?” Xiaoyu meant, didn’t Wen Yu need to show his face to stabilize the Yuehui Sect?

Wen Yu walked over and stood beside Xiaoyu: “The opening address is over. I don’t need to go on stage again. I can accompany you to have fun.”

Xiaoyu turned to look at Wen Yu. His face was unfamiliar, and his voice was unfamiliar, but he was truly the first person she had met after coming to this world.

And he was the person she trusted the most.

“Okay.”

Xiaoyu nodded softly, raising her lips.

The two walked down to the martial arts field. Looking at the plaza, which was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, Xiaoyu bounced a few times but couldn’t see what the people inside were performing.

She could only hear cheers one after another.

“The preliminary rounds will be held tomorrow. You can watch them through a water mirror then,” Wen Yu followed behind Xiaoyu, watching her dart around and shaking his head helplessly.

Xiaoyu was busy trying to squeeze through, but managed to reply: “Then I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Xiaoyu.”

There were too many people, and Wen Yu’s voice had changed. She didn’t immediately recognize he was calling her.

Xiaoyu jumped up and down, still unable to see.

Just as she was pondering how to get inside, her body suddenly lifted. Her line of sight rose, startling her. She pressed her hands onto the person holding her, trying to support herself so she wouldn’t fall.

Wen Yu’s strong arm held Xiaoyu up, easily supporting her as she sat on his right arm.

“Don’t move.”

His other hand gripped Xiaoyu’s frantically pressing hands, providing support.

“Can you see now?”

Xiaoyu recovered her wits. She looked up. From this angle, she could see inside very clearly.

She immediately nodded: “I see it!”

The two stood on the very outer edge of the crowd, not blocking anyone, and she could see as well.

Disciples wearing different uniforms were fighting and showing off their skills inside. Xiaoyu watched with great enjoyment.

Wen Yu stood still like a wooden stake, steady and firm.

The people in the front row, who were running around and couldn’t see, turned their heads. Seeing the two in this stance, they opened their mouths in surprise and gave Wen Yu a thumbs-up: “Brother, that’s impressive!”

Then, he nudged the person next to him, pointed at Wen Yu, and told him to do the same.

That person immediately slapped him: “What are you dreaming about? You’re a grown man. You want me to carry you?”

Xiaoyu was a little embarrassed to hear them, but she was very satisfied with her view. She chuckled twice and continued to immerse herself in watching.

A woman in green robes pulled out a leather whip. Spiritual power was poured into it. It whipped toward the person in front of her with the momentum of a rainbow, launching an attack. The power was unleashed, directly sending that person flying.

“Good!”

Xiaoyu cheered along with the crowd. She heard someone speaking.

“The female disciples of Xuanji Sect are fierce. They even fight for real in an exhibition match.”

“What do you know? That’s skill!”

The woman in green robes on the stage cupped her hands, then retreated from the center of the stage. The next round of exhibition matches began. Xiaoyu saw a familiar person.

It was Duanmuying.

She was already a bit annoyed seeing her, but she still wanted to see what her real strength was like. Aside from some of her actions in previous dangerous encounters, her strength seemed decent.

Xiaoyu suddenly focused intently, falling silent. Wen Yu realized she was concentrating on the match and lifted Xiaoyu higher.

This made her even more conspicuous among the crowd.

As soon as Duanmuying stepped onto the stage, she saw a girl lifted high, staring at her.

She didn’t pay attention, drew her sword, and faced the disciple walking toward her.

“Please grant me your instruction.” Duanmuying held up her sword, finished speaking, and began to move.

She slashed with her sword. The opponent dodged sideways, then followed up with a palm strike toward the hand holding the sword.

Xiaoyu carefully observed the techniques of both of them, changing from a spectator to memorizing their moves, subconsciously mimicking them.

Suddenly, she heard a voice shout: “Cheer up! Cheer up together!”

She looked toward the source of the sound. It was Yan Ziqiong.

He was at the very front of the crowd, seemingly not there specifically to cheer for Duanmuying but just joining the fun.

Suddenly, the arena erupted in shouts.