The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 48.2

She didn’t want to see such life-and-death separations, didn’t want to see her loved ones die. When could she gain the ability to protect others?

Xiaoyu thought: Become stronger. She must become stronger!

At this moment, something seemed to flash through her body, so fast that Xiaoyu couldn’t grasp it.

Wen Yu felt the force on his hand and looked at Xiaoyu with increasing heartache.

“That depends on her ability.”

Did the illusion Xiaoyu experienced before also involve life-and-death separation, just like the scene before them?

Wen Yu was checking for Nan Chenghui’s trace.

“He is not here.”

Wen Yu led Xiaoyu away, heading to the next location.

“Nan Chenghui isn’t here?”

If he wasn’t even in Duanmu Ying’s illusion, where else could he be?

The next illusion wasn’t as tragic as Duanmu Ying’s. The entire illusion was filled with various paintings. These paintings were so lifelike that they seemed ready to fly out at any second.

“This looks a bit like the Illusionary Art I saw in the preliminary competition.”

Xiaoyu finished speaking and looked at Wen Yu, who shook his head.

“He is not here.”

Following Wen Yu to the next illusion, since the first two didn’t contain him, where had Nan Chenghui gone?

But soon, they found Nan Chenghui.

This was He Wuzui’s illusion.

“He Yue! I only want you to leap over the Dragon Gate and bring glory to our ancestors! Why won’t you just listen to me?”

The stubborn young man knelt on the ground, the upper part of his clothes stripped. Bloody marks crossed his back, and the blood had already stained his clothes red.

His father held a wooden ruler, and there were several broken pieces of a ruler on the ground nearby, with traces of blood on them.

The man raised his hand again and struck down hard.

He Wuzui muffled a groan, his body shook, and he straightened his posture again.

He didn’t make a sound, letting the man scold him.

“You’ve contradicted me since you were a child. I sent you to school, and you said you wanted to be a hero. Now I send you to a powerful major sect to cultivate, and you tell me you want to be a chef! Is this how you treat me?”

“Just like your mother, both are cheap whores!”

The man flared up in anger and struck down with another whip.

“I shouldn’t have given birth to you in the first place!”

Seeing He Wuzui still stubborn, he angrily threw the wooden ruler and spoke harshly: “You kneel here tonight! No sleeping! You can come see me when you’ve finally decided!”

Night gradually fell, and the cold clearly affected He Wuzui’s body.

Xiaoyu gently nudged Wen Yu: “You said Nan Chenghui is here? Why don’t I see him?”

Wen Yu shook his head: “He must have entered the illusion to replace a certain role in He Wuzui’s experience. If the role hasn’t appeared yet, he won’t show up.”

“How are we supposed to find him?”

The illusion only shifts according to the perspective of the person involved; they couldn’t search on their own.

The next second, her attention was caught by what she saw.

The young man, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly rose. His body swayed as he stood up.

He suddenly pulled something out of his pocket. It was dark, and Xiaoyu couldn’t see clearly.

He threw the object onto the ground. It burst open, releasing a cloud of black mist.

As soon as Xiaoyu saw the black mist, she thought of the demon they had encountered before.

She immediately looked at Wen Yu and received his affirmative answer.

“It is a demon,” Wen Yu’s expression grew serious.

Xiaoyu turned back to He Wuzui, seeing a look of ferocity on his face that was unsuited for his age.

“I agree,” He Wuzui turned his head to look at the corridor behind him. “As long as you kill them.”

A voice emerged from the black mist: “Deal. I can kill those troublesome people for you immediately.”

Xiaoyu’s mouth dropped open in shock when she heard the voice.

It was Nan Chenghui’s voice!

She immediately tugged at Wen Yu’s hand and pointed at the demon: “How could Nan Chenghui…”

“Keep watching.”

Wen Yu frowned, thinking about other things.

Soon, in the dark night, the somewhat luxurious mansion was burned down, and the man died in the sea of fire.

He Wuzui walked out, stood in front of the door, and looked at the blazing fire inside, his face expressionless.

The demon came out again, hovering around He Wuzui: “How about it? Are you satisfied with what I’ve done?”

“Satisfied,” He Wuzui lifted his lips and looked up at the demon.

“Since that’s the case, your body—”

He Wuzui burst into action. A magical formation quickly appeared around him, completely encircling the demon.

“What are you doing?”

He Wuzui gritted his teeth, pouring all his spiritual energy into it: “I hate them, but I will not associate with monsters and demons!”

He stared intently at the trapped demon, his eyes reflecting the light of the flames.

“You think I’ll trust a demon who is plotting to take my body? Dream on!” As the formation’s power increased, the demon within the array was shattered bit by bit.

“How despicable! You think you can kill me like this? All you’ve destroyed is a wisp of my demonic energy!”

He Wuzui did not stop, only watching the formation destroy the demon.

The moment the demonic energy completely dissipated, Wen Yu moved. He released Xiaoyu’s hand, pulled her behind him, and released spiritual threads from both hands. In the blink of an eye, they covered the entire illusion.

Driven by Wen Yu, the spiritual threads formed layers of circles in the illusion, gradually tightening.

Finally, a black mist identical to the one in the illusion actually appeared within the circle formed by the spiritual threads.

The spiritual threads imprisoned the black mist, and Wen Yu reached out to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu immediately gripped his hand. The surrounding illusion collapsed, revealing a grassy clearing and dense forest, with a lake visible in the distance.

The mist, imprisoned by the spiritual threads, condensed and gradually took on a human form.

It was Nan Chenghui in his state of lost consciousness, exactly as he had been in the Sand Demon Territory.

Xiaoyu immediately used her inherent supernatural ability. After multiple practices, she controlled it much better than before.

Nan Chenghui briefly calmed down, with the spiritual threads controlling him to prevent an outburst.

“Why is he like this again?”

The previous times Nan Chenghui’s demonic energy leaked out were essentially caused by human manipulation. Could he have been manipulated into rushing into the Secret Realm this time too?

Wen Yu approached Nan Chenghui, took a look, and then a black thread was pulled out from the back of Nan Chenghui’s head by the spiritual threads.

Xiaoyu felt goosebumps rise all over her body.

Extracting a thread from inside his head—that was too terrifying.

“A Puppet Thread.” The spiritual thread threw away the black thread, and Wen Yu destroyed it directly with the Flute Sword.

“You were right. Someone is indeed manipulating things in the dark.”

The six red dots reappeared, none of them darkened.

“They have all yet to leave the Secret Realm. I need to investigate what is happening here,” Wen Yu looked at Xiaoyu, hesitating to speak.

“I’ll continue to follow you,”

Xiaoyu blinked, thinking Wen Yu was going to send her out.

“It’s a good opportunity to test how well I’ve been practicing recently.”

Wen Yu watched her steadily, suddenly feeling a sense of completeness filling his heart.

“Good.”

He used spiritual threads to bind Nan Chenghui, estimating the time until he woke up.

“When you were at the scene, did you notice anything unusual through the water mirror?”

Xiaoyu immediately mentioned the disciple’s actions. Her gaze shifted, and she suddenly saw a lake in the distance.

She blinked and looked closely, finding that the lake suddenly turned into a deep pit.

Anxiety crept into her heart.

“Daozhang, is there anything that can disappear in the blink of an eye?”

Xiaoyu looked up and saw the water pressed into mid-air.

It looked exactly like what she had seen in the water mirror.

“We probably don’t need to search anymore,” Xiaoyu pointed forward. “We’ve arrived.”

Wen Yu followed the direction she was pointing.

Both of them saw a person walking toward the pit.

“Quick, save her! The water will crush her!”

Wen Yu immediately acted, moving his body, and used spiritual power to pull the person over.

“Lian Qiao?”

Xiaoyu watched as the person with the dull expression gradually returned to normal. When she saw Xiaoyu, her face showed confusion: “You…”

Lian Qiao turned her head and instantly saw Wen Yu.

“Sword Venerable?”

The unconscious Nan Chenghui behind Wen Yu fell into her sight. Lian Qiao’s face showed surprise: “Sword Venerable has already found your disciple.”

Xiaoyu carefully observed her facial expressions. She didn’t seem to realize that Nan Chenghui was a demon.

At this moment, Nan Chenghui was unconscious and suppressed by Wen Yu. His demonic energy was withdrawn, and he did indeed look no different from a human.

“What happened to him?”

Wen Yu spoke a few words: “He was controlled by a Puppet Thread.”

Lian Qiao was utterly shocked: “Who did this?”

Wen Yu’s tone was flat: “We don’t know yet.”

Xiaoyu looked left and right. Lian Qiao’s reaction seemed very genuine to her; she couldn’t detect anything unusual.

“Then let’s hurry and investigate—”

“Why did you walk toward the bottom of the pit just now?” Wen Yu interrupted her, his tone subtle.

Lian Qiao sank into recollection: “I seemed to hear a voice leading me over.”

Wen Yu deduced: “Nightmare Beasts confuse people who approach them into walking into their traps. There is more than one monster here.”

Xiaoyu was surprised. She hadn’t seen any monsters here at all.

She turned to look at the location of the lake. It was still a deep pit, with the lake water floating in mid-air, looking very light.

The sight made Xiaoyu feel strange.

It didn’t feel like water…

“The floating thing… couldn’t be a monster, could it?” As soon as she spoke, Lian Qiao looked at her, her gaze becoming sharp for an instant.

“Who is this…”

Xiaoyu ignored her, and Wen Yu didn’t say anything.

But Lian Qiao quickly guessed Xiaoyu’s identity, and her gaze quickly became strange.

“I am going over to take a look. Will you come with me?”

Xiaoyu nodded in agreement.

She followed behind Wen Yu, looking at Nan Chenghui.

Lian Qiao lagged behind, staring at the three of them, lost in thought.

As they approached the pit, Xiaoyu suddenly felt a tremble in her spirit, and her vision blurred for a moment.

Wen Yu’s voice broke into her mind: “Use your inherent supernatural ability to resist.”

Xiaoyu immediately sobered up and unleashed her inherent supernatural ability.

A faint, clear fragrance spread. Her vision cleared, and she saw a monster covered in dazzling colors.

It was very small, about the size of a rabbit.

The Nightmare Beast was closed-eyed, situated in the center of the pit.

“It is a monster like this that can confuse people so they can’t distinguish reality?” Lian Qiao was speaking.

It suddenly opened its eyes, instantly becoming vicious.

It bared its teeth, and its demonic pupils were a dull red.

Wen Yu’s warning came too late. The water above their heads crashed down fiercely.

The miserable sight of the disciple’s death flashed in Xiaoyu’s mind. She subconsciously reached out to grab Wen Yu’s hand, but something bound her ankle, violently flinging her away.