The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 50.2

“Reverend, it’s impossible to reason with them.”

Xiao Yu felt not only anger but also a deep sense of powerlessness.

It was simply human malice, directed at them without regard for the facts.

“Have you seen clearly?” Wen Yu handed the Dream Nightmare Beast to Xiao Yu, looking only at Qiu Hong. “I don’t need to elaborate on the Dream Nightmare Beast’s ability. If you are still blinded by so-called family affection, your position as Sect Leader will sooner or later be handed over to someone else.”

The Dream Nightmare Beast reproduced the illusion it had created; it could not fake the scene.

Qiu Hong’s face was white, but he still couldn’t believe that Lian Qiao, whom he treated as a relative, would do such a thing.

He had not noticed a single anomaly during all her years in the Yuehui Sect.

Furthermore, based on Lian Qiao’s words, there was another power behind her.

“Even so, shouldn’t the Sword Venerable explain why you brought a demon into my Yuehui Sect?” Qiu Hong tried to save face. “Would the Sword Venerable not know that a demon would bring disaster to the Yuehui Sect?”

When he said this, the leaders of the other sects immediately supported him: “Kill this demon! The human realm does not permit the existence of demonic beasts or the demon race!”

The first reaction of all human cultivators upon seeing a demon or demonic beast was to eliminate it, without hesitation.

The calamity brought upon the human realm by the demons and demonic beasts was too painful, and no one did not hate them.

Qiu Hong was beginning to fear that Wen Yu was using this demon to plot in secret within the Yuehui Sect, intending to destroy it.

He simply could not imagine how a demon could come to the human realm and not commit acts that would harm humans.

Seeing that he had support, Qiu Hong felt emboldened: “Sword Venerable, you also experienced the great war a hundred years ago. How could you still take a demon as a disciple, deliberately concealing it for so many years, and still protect a demonic beast now?”

He pushed Duanmu Ying’s hand away and stood up straight. “Is the Sword Venerable intending to oppose the entire human realm?”

Xiao Yu’s eyes widened in shock, and she was so angry she wanted to slap Qiu Hong.

“Say that again?”

When she first read that Wen Yu agreed to kill the Demon Venerable to draw a line with these people, eventually perishing with the Demon Venerable, she felt a sense of pity for him.

Such a powerful person had died just like that.

Now, hearing Qiu Hong’s malicious words and seeing this group of people maliciously speculate about Wen Yu, with no one standing on his side, she felt a profound sense of injustice for him.

By what right do these people deserve Wen Yu to pay with his life for their survival, this group of ungrateful wretches?

They are not worthy.

“Do you dare to say that again?” Xiao Yu was shaking with anger, her hands clenched into fists. “What did Wen Yu ever do to let you down? Did he ever do anything to harm you? How can you speak such words?”

“Do you even have a conscience?”

After Xiao Yu finished her few sentences, she was trembling with rage.

A pair of hands rested on her shoulders, soothing her emotions.

Xiao Yu turned her head and met Wen Yu’s gentle eyes.

Seeing Xiao Yu defend him, Wen Yu’s first reaction was tenderness, followed by joy.

He did not care how others viewed him, but Xiao Yu’s defense touched his emotions more deeply, strengthening his feelings for her.

Regardless of her feelings for him, at this moment, he was content.

Wen Yu gently exerted force with his hands, spiritual power entering Xiao Yu’s body to calm her down.

“I am so angry.” Xiao Yu couldn’t help but pour out her emotions.

She was angrier than when Duanmu Ying had pointed a sword at her, threatening to kill her.

Angry that these people were blind and repaid kindness with malice.

She suddenly spoke, “Please don’t agree to their demands, okay?”

Thinking of Wen Yu eventually perishing with the Demon Venerable, Xiao Yu suddenly felt reluctant. She didn’t want Wen Yu to die.

“No matter what the demand is, don’t agree to it.”

This sentence was nonsensical, sounding as if she were certain Wen Yu would agree to some demand from Qiu Hong and his group.

But right now, they hadn’t even reached that point in the discussion.

Wen Yu’s heart skipped a beat. He vaguely sensed something.

He merely offered Xiao Yu a smile, but did not respond to her words.

Xiao Yu grew anxious. She was about to say more, but Wen Yu stopped her.

“Trust me, I will handle it.”

Qiu Hong stared at Lian Qiao’s corpse, seemingly having made a decision.

He asked Duanmu Ying one more time, “Was it really that demonic beast that killed your aunt?”

Duanmu Ying nodded with certainty. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

They still did not believe that Lian Qiao would manipulate demonic beasts to harm participating disciples.

Or perhaps, due to a need to save face, they chose not to believe.

Qiu Hong took one last look at Lian Qiao’s corpse and grabbed Nan Chenghui.

This sudden turn of events was unexpected even by Duanmu Ying.

“If the Sword Venerable still wants this disciple of yours, then kill that demonic beast beside you.” The dagger in Qiu Hong’s hand had already nicked Nan Chenghui’s neck. He was completely separated from Duanmu Ying.

The people present gasped and quickly backed away. No one wanted to get involved in this mess.

“Are you threatening me?” Wen Yu showed no sign of wavering.

“You went to great lengths to bring this demon into the Yuehui Sect, so he must be very important to you,” Qiu Hong showed a ruthless expression. “Let’s see whose weight is greater in the Sword Venerable’s heart: this demon or that demonic beast.”

Duanmu Ying, who was halfway to running out, retracted her steps.

Compared to Nan Chenghui, she cared more about the death of her relative.

Xiao Yu even wanted to tell Wen Yu to just abandon Nan Chenghui to Qiu Hong. After all, Duanmu Ying liked Nan Chenghui.

But seeing Duanmu Ying’s appearance, she dismissed the thought.

The Duanmu Ying in the book wavered between her relatives and Nan Chenghui, but now, she clearly intended to give up on Nan Chenghui.

Since Wen Yu had said Nan Chenghui was important before, he probably could not be abandoned.

“As long as you kill that demon, you will still be the honored guest of my Yuehui Sect, still an external elder of the Yuehui Sect,” Qiu Hong said nicely.

Wen Yu let out a cold snort.

“Do you think I care about the position of an external elder?”

Qiu Hong’s face turned white. The dagger in his hand moved toward Nan Chenghui’s neck.

“Is the Sword Venerable saying you don’t want your disciple?”

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, and spiritual pressure gradually spread out. Qiu Hong immediately released spiritual power to resist. Only Duanmu Ying and Bai Yingxue instantly collapsed to their knees.

“Both he and Xiao Yu, I will take with me.” Wen Yu reached out and pressed down. The fragments received the command and all charged toward Qiu Hong.

In a brief moment, they deflected Qiu Hong’s hand that was holding Nan Chenghui hostage, sealed Qiu Hong’s meridians, rescued Nan Chenghui, and the spiritual thread bound Nan Chenghui, bringing him over.

All this took only a few seconds.

Qi Zhuolun and the others were terrified, and they all gave up the idea of going against Wen Yu.

Wen Yu withdrew his spiritual pressure. “It seems Sect Leader Qiu can no longer tolerate me. Today, I will separate from the Yuehui Sect, and we will have no further ties.”

Everyone present showed stunned expressions.

“Is the Sword Venerable truly going to be so ruthless? To break with the Yuehui Sect for the sake of other races?” Qiu Hong half-knelt on the ground, staring at Wen Yu’s back, his eyes bloodshot.

Wen Yu recalled the fragments. “Sect Leader Qiu, that statement goes too far.”

“Is the Sword Venerable not afraid that word of you harboring a demon and a demonic beast will spread and make you despised by the human race?”

Several people looked at Wen Yu simultaneously, cursing under their breath.

Qiu Hong, the brainless one, was still talking. Given how things had escalated, would he benefit from provoking Wen Yu?

They heard Wen Yu’s tone suddenly turn cold: “The actions of the person I, Wen Yu, approve of are not for you to dictate.”

The Flute-Sword fragmented, blocking the way for Xiao Yu and Wen Yu. Spiritual power was extracted, and spiritual pressure targeted every single person present.

They all felt an overwhelming pressure, forcing them down, bending their spines, making them unable to exert even a shred of spiritual power.

Their faces showed pain, their eyes were bloodshot, and sweat poured down.

They could not resist.

Only at this moment did the people present realize that their strength, in front of Wen Yu, couldn’t even touch a hair on his head.

They thought he was dormant in the human realm, rarely appearing in the Yuehui Sect, and assumed they could manipulate him.

They had forgotten how Wen Yu had once turned the tide, repelling the demon race.

Only when truly facing Wen Yu did they realize how terrifying he was.

“You all saw what Lian Qiao did in the illusion,” Wen Yu looked at this group of people who only quieted down under absolute suppression, disdain in his heart. “She is not as kind as you imagine.”

This was his final warning to Qiu Hong.

“If you still wish to kill Nan Chenghui and Xiao Yu, by all means, come.”

The fragments moved, releasing an even stronger spiritual pressure.

“I will be waiting for you.”

He used his power to tell everyone present that they did not have the strength to bypass him and kill Xiao Yu and Nan Chenghui.

Xiao Yu poked her head out and saw their faces turn red, unable to speak. She felt a little better but was still angry.

Wen Yu waited for a moment before withdrawing his spiritual pressure.

Several people all concealed their dissatisfaction, but no one dared to speak up.

No one wanted to die, especially not over someone else’s matter.

Li Xianshan winked at his disciples. Seeing Qiu Hong’s face alternate between green and white, he impatiently asked, “When will you tell us the results of the Grand Competition? Your Yuehui Sect insisted on hosting it, and it turned out like this?”

People truly are selfish.

After a wave of intimidation, the focus shifted to Qiu Hong, with no mention of Wen Yu.

“Tomorrow! I will announce it tomorrow!”

As soon as Qiu Hong finished, Li Xianshan immediately asked, “Why not announce it immediately? Who knows if the rankings will still be accurate after one day.”

This statement nearly made Qiu Hong lose control of his emotions.

“Am I that kind of person?”

Li Xianshan chuckled, “Who knows.”

“You—”

Qiu Hong was so angry he could barely breathe.

Before he could speak, Li Xianshan suddenly cried out, “Sect anomaly! Demonic beasts are attacking! We must return quickly—”

He hurled an insult at Qiu Hong: “That damned Lian Qiao of yours is definitely in league with the demonic beasts, luring us to the Yuehui Sect so the beasts could attack our sects. What a ‘luring the tiger out of the mountain’ scheme.”

Following his statement, Che Yurong and Qi Zhuolun both immediately announced they were leaving, completely disregarding the Grand Competition results.

Xiao Yu cast a confused look at Wen Yu, but in his eyes, she read that he was unaware of this.

Was this part in the book?

Did the demonic beast attack the Seven Swords Sect immediately after the Grand Competition ended?

Soon, only the people from the Yuehui Sect were left.

Qiu Hong did not speak again. He knelt on the ground, his head bowed, looking at Lian Qiao’s corpse.

He still couldn’t believe that Lian Qiao would do such a thing.

Yet, Xiao Ying saw with her own eyes that the demon killed Lian Qiao. He couldn’t even avenge Lian Qiao, and he had lost the only person the Yuehui Sect relied on.

Duanmu Ying sat on the ground, staring blankly at her father and aunt.

The cold corpse was facing her, and Duanmu Ying seemed to see Lian Qiao telling her how miserably she had died.

Slowly clenching her hand, Duanmu Ying turned her gaze to Xiao Yu, who was already walking away. Hatred surged out.

It’s all this demon’s fault. If it weren’t for her, none of this would have happened!

Footsteps sounded. Duanmu Ying stood up, picked up her sword, and lunged at Xiao Yu.

She had to avenge her aunt!

Xiao Yu had already sensed the approaching killing intent. The Flute-Sword actively flew into her hand.

Clutching the Flute-Sword, she turned and raised it to block. With another forceful push, the force was so great that Duanmu Ying’s arm was numb with shock. Xiao Yu stepped forward, closing the distance.

Duanmu Ying retreated repeatedly, hastily trying to counterattack, but she couldn’t match the speed of Xiao Yu’s offense.

Xiao Yu struck Duanmu Ying’s sword-wielding arm with the flat of the sword. With a heavy impact, Duanmu Ying was in such pain that she couldn’t hold her sword.

Her hand relaxed, and the sword fell.

Xiao Yu turned her wrist, and the Flute-Sword swept past Duanmu Ying’s cheek, drawing a cut, finally resting against her neck.

It was an extremely familiar scene.

Xiao Yu suddenly let out a cold laugh: “Do you remember? When you saw Lian Qiao, she was standing right where you are now.”

The sword tip glowed coldly. For a moment, Duanmu Ying thought she was going to die.

Xiao Yu withdrew the sword, offering one last piece of advice: “The black-and-white principle you uphold will sooner or later be your undoing.”

She turned and walked away.

Duanmu Ying broke down, crying out, “You demonic beasts killed my relatives. Should not demonic beasts be killed?”

Xiao Yu ignored her.

Right and wrong are not meant to be proven by the victim of false accusation.

Even if you find the evidence and lay it before them, those whose eyes are blinded will not believe it.

They only choose to believe what they want to see.

“Sword Venerable, are you truly leaving the Yuehui Sect?”

Qiu Hong stumbled to his feet, filled with grief and indignation.

Wen Yu’s gaze only rested on Xiao Yu. When she ran over, he took her hand.

“You should be glad that Lian Qiao didn’t plot against your Yuehui Sect as well,” Xiao Yu turned her head, glanced at these people.

Finally, she turned and left with Wen Yu.

Qiu Hong knelt on the ground, unable to hold them back any longer.

The excitement before the Grand Competition stood in stark contrast to the current scene of devastation.

As soon as they stepped outside the Yuehui Sect, Xiao Yu let out a huge sigh of relief.

Finally rid of these people!

Gazing at the lush green mountains and forests outside, Xiao Yu took a deep breath, then asked Wen Yu.

“Where are we going next?”

Wen Yu lowered his eyes. There was only Xiao Yu in his sight: “First, to see someone.”

They walked through the mountains and forests, getting farther and farther away from the Yuehui Sect.

Two and a half hours later, a disciple screamed in terror: “Sect Leader, the demonic beast tide is coming—”