The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 50.1

“She is a demonic beast?”

Several gazes simultaneously shot toward Xiao Yu. Each look was filled with vigilance and killing intent, like sharp needles, stabbing straight at her.

Xiao Yu had already returned to her original appearance before entering the illusion, which was why Duanmu Ying recognized her.

Stared at by such undisguised malice, Xiao Yu’s mind spun for a moment, and she took a step back.

A figure appeared before her. Wen Yu stood in front, blocking the inquiries of the others.

Xiao Yu looked up at him. Although it was only a back view, her heart immediately settled.

“The Yuehui Sect is actually hiding a demonic beast?” Li Xianshan unceremoniously demanded of Qiu Hong, “Kill this demonic beast immediately!”

Without him saying it, Qiu Hong already had the intention of killing Xiao Yu.

Duanmu Ying cried out in pain, “Father, she killed Aunt! I saw it with my own eyes!”

Her accusations were heard in every sound, and the look in her eyes suggested she wished to tear Xiao Yu into ten thousand pieces.

Qiu Hong stood by Lian Qiao’s corpse, his lips trembling, and he raised a hand to point at Wen Yu. “Sword Venerable, why did Lian Qiao enter with you, only to be killed by this demonic beast when she came out?”

Xiao Yu opened her mouth, but did not utter a single word.

In this place, which was entirely populated by humans, she, a person with the outer shell of a demonic beast, was powerless to defend herself.

No matter how many words she spoke, no one would believe her.

“Kill her!” Qiu Hong glared, his finger pointing at Wen Yu trembling. “Sword Venerable, if you are unwilling to act, I will.”

“That demonic beast is raised by the Sword Venerable?” Li Xianshan squinted, sizing them up. “The Sword Venerable has such interests. If it were me, I would have killed that demon directly to avoid trouble.”

Che Yurong glared at him. “Shut up. What does the Yuehui Sect’s business have to do with you? You don’t need to worry about it.”

Li Xianshan retorted unhappily, “Why doesn’t it concern me? If the Yuehui Sect hadn’t messed up, would such a thing have happened in the finals?”

Li Xianshan did not care who died. He wanted to profit from the chaos. As for the Yuehui Sect, he only paid attention because Wen Yu was present; otherwise, who would care about them?

Speaking of the finals, the others immediately rushed to Qiu Hong and questioned him for a solution.

“Our disciples died in the Grand Competition hosted by you. This has never happened in previous competitions.”

“Our disciples, whom we painstakingly nurtured, died so inexplicably. Qiu Hong, you must give us an explanation!”

The noise made Qiu Hong’s head buzz intermittently.

He released his spiritual pressure, forcing the others to quiet down.

“I will give you all an explanation,” he slowly scanned everyone present, his fierce gaze finally settling on Wen Yu. “Sword Venerable, should you not also give me an explanation?”

Everyone stared at Wen Yu, waiting for his answer.

But all those looks were full of curiosity and schadenfreude, watching the fire from across the river.

“She was not killed by us.” Wen Yu turned back to look at Xiao Yu. Seeing her nod reassuringly, his heartstrings subtly vibrated.

Ignoring Duanmu Ying’s sudden accusation, Wen Yu only said, “The accident in this Grand Competition was planned, and she was one of the masterminds behind it.”

It was clear that Qiu Hong did not believe him, nor did Duanmu Ying.

“Is the Sword Venerable suggesting that Lian Qiao’s death has nothing to do with you?”

Anger and grief filled Qiu Hong’s mind. He truly wanted to stab this demonic beast with a sword and avenge Lian Qiao.

“But the wounds on Lian Qiao’s body bear the mark left by your spiritual artifact, Sword Venerable!”

At this remark, everyone looked at the wounds on Lian Qiao’s body.

The unique structure of the Flute-Sword would leave a special mark on the wound, easily identifiable at a glance.

“She ran into it herself, and she intentionally tried to harm Wen Yu—”

Xiao Yu had just opened her mouth when several people immediately interrupted her.

“You are just a demonic beast. Do you have the right to speak here?” Li Xianshan narrowed his eyes and looked down on Xiao Yu.

“I have long said that with a demonic beast like this around, the Sword Venerable will sooner or later have his mind confused and be led by the nose by this demon.” Qi Zhuolun took the opportunity to stir the pot, not minding the escalation of the situation at all.

With these people talking, Xiao Yu had no chance to speak.

Xiao Yu gradually grew angry.

What kind of people are these? They only know malicious speculation and will not listen to anyone else’s explanation.

Xiao Yu looked up at the water mirror, only to see that it had no image.

Shouldn’t the water mirror display the scenes inside the secret realm? What Lian Qiao did at the time was very likely recorded by the water mirror!

Xiao Yu blocked out the unpleasant words, reached out to grab Wen Yu’s hand, and asked him, “Did the water mirror record it?”

As soon as she spoke, Qi Zhuolun immediately interjected: “The water mirror went dark again the moment you entered. Didn’t you do it?”

“How can there be such a coincidence? A demonic beast like you enters the secret realm, and the water mirror goes out. You definitely planned it, extinguishing the water mirror so you could do whatever you wanted inside.”

Xiao Yu’s head hurt from listening.

She had only said one sentence, mentioning the water mirror, and these people had jumped in with a whole host of accusations, clearly determined to corner her.

“Lian Qiao’s death is unrelated to her.” Wen Yu emphasized again, his aura gradually becoming cold. He scanned the people around him one by one, and said, “Do you not believe my words either?”

Qiu Hong stared at Wen Yu in disbelief, pointing at Duanmu Ying and questioning him, “Does the Sword Venerable mean that Xiao Ying is lying? Intentionally framing her?”

Qi Zhuolun echoed, “Now that the person is dead, if you want to protect this demonic beast, you can say whatever you want, and the dead cannot testify.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, surely not, is the Sword Venerable really that kind of person?” Li Xianshan, enjoying the spectacle, started to cause trouble.

Che Yurong couldn’t be bothered with this group of people. He pulled his own disciple and went to ask Qiu Hong, “Put your own sect’s matters aside first. How will the rankings for this final be calculated?”

Li Xianshan slapped his hand, suddenly remembering that the results of the competition were still unknown.

“Yes, Qiu Hong, quickly resolve the matter of the Grand Competition. You can kill the demonic beast after we get the competition results.”

“All of you shut up!” Qiu Hong glared fiercely at them. Duanmu Ying’s crying made him irritable. “You shut up too, stop crying.”

He had never imagined that a mere Sect Grand Competition would result in the loss of so many people.

“The wounds on her body were caused by your natal artifact, Sword Venerable. She had no grievances with you, so how could she seek death herself?” Qiu Hong spoke eloquently. “Are you not, Sword Venerable, truly confused by this fox demon, and now you seek to protect her?”

Wen Yu’s patience to wait for Qiu Hong to finish speaking had already given him enough respect. What happened in the illusion was not transmitted by the water mirror; this was a conspiracy targeting them.

Seeing Qiu Hong about to argue again, Wen Yu directly fragmented the Flute-Sword and aimed the pieces at him.

Qiu Hong shut his mouth, looking humiliated.

“You seem to be focusing on the wrong thing.” Wen Yu tightened his grasp on Xiao Yu’s intertwined hand, pulling her to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

Xiao Yu looked up at him. His expression was earnest, and his words were impactful.

This was the first time since she had lived alone that she had encountered someone who would stand on her side.

The long-lost feeling of being trusted and protected surged into her heart.

Xiao Yu suddenly felt a stinging in her nose.

She tightly grasped Wen Yu’s hand, giving him a response.

“It was Lian Qiao who disrupted the Grand Competition, using puppet threads to control demonic beasts to kill the participating disciples in the secret realm.”

After Wen Yu spoke, the entire place fell silent for a moment.

Then Xiao Yu took action, revealing the Dream Nightmare Beast they had brought out of the secret realm.

As soon as the Dream Nightmare Beast appeared, someone immediately recognized it.

Qi Zhuolun and Li Xianshan simultaneously attacked to kill the Dream Nightmare Beast, but Wen Yu stopped them.

“There are still traces of puppet threads on this Dream Nightmare Beast. You can see for yourselves.”

Wen Yu reached out, took the Dream Nightmare Beast, and tossed it in front of them.

The Dream Nightmare Beast stretched out its four limbs in mid-air, trying to escape.

The spiritual thread bound it, suspending it in mid-air and revealing the bloody holes left by the puppet threads.

“It is indeed a wound caused by puppet threads.” Li Xianshan squinted and nodded.

Seeing that the attitude of several people was beginning to shift toward Wen Yu, Qi Zhuolun glanced at Qiu Hong. Noticing his hesitation, he immediately stepped forward.

“How many years has it been since anyone here has seen puppet threads? Even if this Dream Nightmare Beast was controlled by puppet threads, does that prove it was her—was Lian Qiao who did it?”

Qi Zhuolun repeatedly winked at Qiu Hong, who instantly understood.

“Sword Venerable, why would you pin such a serious matter on Lian Qiao? She has been in the Yuehui Sect for many years, working diligently and conscientiously, healing and treating the disciples of my Yuehui Sect. If not for merit, she still deserves consideration. Yet, she is being accused of such a crime even in death.”

By the end of his statement, the respect in Qiu Hong’s eyes for Wen Yu was gone. “Has the Sword Venerable truly been confused by this fox demon!”

A wave of qi blasted out from around Wen Yu, sending Qiu Hong staggering back several steps, but it was aimed only at Qiu Hong.

“Are you questioning me?” There was no expression on Wen Yu’s face, but his words conveyed a sense of coldness.

“Lian Qiao was in the Yuehui Sect for many years, and you never discovered her true face, which shows how well she hid it,” Xiao Yu couldn’t help but say.

Destroying the water mirror and then running into the sword to die, conveniently seen by Duanmu Ying, was clearly a calculated move against them.

She dared to do this because she was confident that Qiu Hong would not believe Wen Yu’s words.

What a clever calculation.

“How can you say that, do you have proof?” Qiu Hong was helped up by Duanmu Ying. Seeing Wen Yu’s expression again, he recalled Lian Qiao’s decade-plus in the sect and couldn’t bring himself to believe she would do such a thing.

Xiao Yu pointed at the Dream Nightmare Beast. “The Dream Nightmare Beast can not only create illusions but also reproduce everything that happened within an illusion.”

Seeing Qiu Hong instantly hesitate, Xiao Yu couldn’t help but mock, “What’s wrong, are you afraid?”

From beginning to end, not a single person believed what she and Wen Yu said.

This was not only because of her identity as a demonic beast but also due to the dissatisfaction Qiu Hong had already accumulated toward Wen Yu.

Qiu Hong was actually seeking to use this opportunity to suppress Wen Yu and reduce his authority in the Yuehui Sect and the eyes of other cultivators.

“Then bring out all the evidence and let us all see it.” Li Xianshan was the first to state his position, followed by the others.

Qiu Hong, however, said, “The demonic beast was brought out by you. If you wanted to tamper with it, who could find out?”

Xiao Yu laughed out of anger.

Duanmu Ying is truly her father’s daughter. Words that twist black into white and smear others just spill out.

She suddenly remembered that if she did this, Nan Chenghui’s identity would be exposed, and she quickly asked Wen Yu for his opinion.

Wen Yu listened, glanced at Nan Chenghui, who was staring intently at Duanmu Ying, completely oblivious to the situation here.

“Do as you think is best. I will handle the aftermath.”

Wen Yu had long been secretly investigating the people who had recently attacked him. To lure out the person behind all this, he could only expose himself, forcing the mastermind to show their hand.

He was confident that he could safely take Xiao Yu and Nan Chenghui away.

Moreover, this was a good opportunity to draw a clear line with those who had long been dissatisfied with him.

Rather than being discovered and having the matter used against him, it was better to expose it proactively and keep the initiative in his own hands.

Casting a look of affirmation at Xiao Yu, Wen Yu let go of her hand, recalled the fragments to form the sword, and held it.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed directly at Qiu Hong.

“Since you don’t believe my words, let’s first look at what happened in the secret realm.”

Xiao Yu spoke to the Dream Nightmare Beast, telling it to reproduce the scene that occurred when Lian Qiao entered the illusion.

Qiu Hong felt a chill from the sword pointing at him. A thought vaguely emerged in his mind.

He had deferred to Wen Yu as Sword Venerable for many years, putting Wen Yu first in every matter. In the end, he gained no favor and was now being threatened by Wen Yu’s sword.

Wen Yu was too cold-hearted. Now, the entire Yuehui Sect was not as important as one demonic beast.

The Dream Nightmare Beast unleashed its demonic power, instantly enveloping everyone in the training ground. Lian Qiao’s figure appeared, but Duanmu Ying’s cries abruptly ceased.

They saw countless fine threads spread out around Lian Qiao, several of which were controlling a disciple.

Someone recognized him: “Isn’t that the disciple who forced his way into the secret realm?”

He had just said this when his face changed dramatically.

“He is a demon!”

Nan Chenghui’s identity was thus openly displayed before everyone.

Yet, he seemed unaware of the stares directed at him, still focused on Duanmu Ying.

Pityingly, Duanmu Ying’s entire attention, from beginning to end, had never been placed on him.

“Whose disciple is he? Your Yuehui Sect not only hides a demonic beast, but you also harbor a demon!” Li Xianshan pointed at Qiu Hong and Wen Yu one by one, his face expressing the word: Absurd!

Qiu Hong’s face turned ashen. He turned to look at Duanmu Ying, his eyes filled with anger and reproach that threatened to drown her.

“You, you actually—”

He questioned Duanmu Ying, “Did you know he is a demon?”

Qiu Hong felt a wave of fear and resentment toward Wen Yu to the extreme.

No wonder, no wonder he only requested to bring two disciples with him when he agreed to sit in the Yuehui Sect.

One of them is a demon!

And the other one is an unknown entity.

Duanmu Ying kept shaking her head, biting her lip, and refusing to speak.

Qiu Hong cursed her, angry that she failed to meet his expectations. Just as he was about to scold Duanmu Ying, he heard Li Xianshan’s shocked voice.

“It really was her doing…”

Qiu Hong immediately looked, just in time to see the moment Lian Qiao revealed the truth.

The illusion created by the Dream Nightmare Beast was extraordinarily realistic, restoring the scene exactly as it happened.

When the illusion ended, the venue was immediately filled with whispers.

The focus shifted. It was no longer about who killed Lian Qiao, but about why Wen Yu would take a demon as a disciple.

Qi Zhuolun observed his surroundings. Seeing that several people were beginning to doubt Wen Yu, he spoke impulsively, asking Wen Yu if he had also instructed this demon to break into the secret realm.

Even Qiu Hong hadn’t asked this. Qi Zhuolun, however, took it upon himself to question Wen Yu as if he were the master of the sect.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath, sighing inwardly.

To be subjected to such unrestrained verbal attacks, and Wen Yu could still remain calm—if it were her, she definitely wouldn’t be able to do it.

It was so obvious in the illusion that everything was Lian Qiao’s doing, that Lian Qiao even controlled Nan Chenghui. Yet, he could still suggest that Wen Yu instructed Nan Chenghui to break into the secret realm. Does this person even have a brain?