The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 55.2

He didn’t explain. He dragged Duanmuying to the secret chamber in the back hall and hid her, giving her his most treasured artifact from years past.

“This was the token of love between your mother and me back then.”

Duanmuying held the jade pendant in her hand, feeling its warmth. Her heart sank, already realizing what Qiu Hong was about to do.

She grabbed Qiu Hong, not letting him go.

“Father, don’t die…”

“Listen, Xiao Ying,” Qiu Hong gripped Duanmuying’s hands, knowing he had to bear the consequences of his mistakes.

“This jade pendant can protect you. As long as you hold it, it can conceal your aura,” Qiu Hong said with difficulty. “Even if you are attacked, as long as the jade pendant doesn’t break, it can block the attack for you.”

“This belonged to your mother. You must keep it safe.”

Qiu Hong stared fixedly at Duanmuying, wiping away her tears.

“Father is leaving. You must survive.”

He clenched the hand Duanmuying was reaching out to grab him with, a bitter look on his face: “Survive, and go beg Wen Yu, let him protect you.”

“Father—”

Qiu Hong abruptly released Duanmuying. Before she could catch up, he left the secret chamber and sealed the door.

Cries were muffled. Qiu Hong added several layers of protective formations around the secret chamber.

He gazed at the door of the secret chamber, looking up with a sigh.

Xiao Ying, your father made many mistakes back then, but I have no regrets.

Your mother didn’t like me, your grandfather didn’t value me, and even Wen Yu never took me seriously.

The only thing your father is thankful for is marrying your mother and having you.

Your father has no regrets.

Qiu Hong turned around, facing a deacon who had already lost his mind. He plunged his sword into the man’s neck, killing the person he had worked with for many years.

Drawing out his sword, he rushed out of the back hall, swinging his sword. Spiritual energy poured out, pressing like a crushing mountain toward the demon beasts emerging from the teleportation array.

Blood splattered onto Qiu Hong’s face.

His facial muscles twitched. His eyes were already filled with the will to die.

More demon beasts surrounded him, closing in layer by layer. For every one he killed, another charged up.

He stood guard in front of the back hall, blocking the demon beasts. He didn’t know how long he had been fighting.

A demon beast lunged forward, tackling Qiu Hong, followed by several more demon beasts piling on top.

Suddenly, a burst of spiritual pressure exploded. Qiu Hong used all his spiritual energy to heave off the demon beasts pinning him down. He swung his sword, killing the surrounding demon beasts.

But he was exhausted, leaning on his sword and gasping for breath.

A sharp sword blade pierced his heart from behind, taking his life.

Qiu Hong only managed to turn his head and saw a sleeve of green cloth.

The sword blade twisted, causing immense pain throughout his body.

The sword was withdrawn, only to be thrust violently through his body again.

Qiong Hong opened his mouth, hot blood flowing out. He stared with wide eyes and died.

The direction he turned his head toward was the location of the person who killed him, but it was also the direction of Duanmuying.

Duanmuying couldn’t stop her hands from trembling, constantly trying to send a message to the outside world.

“Master, please…”

The token and the jade pendant in her hand overlapped, turning icy cold.

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have distrusted you.”

But no matter how she gathered spiritual energy to send a message, it wouldn’t go through.

She collapsed against the door of the secret chamber, crying out in despair: “Father, don’t leave me, Father—”

The entire secret chamber shook with a loud rumble. The walls and floor trembled.

Duanmuying was too terrified to move.

But the surroundings continued to shake, as if something was striking the walls.

She backed away repeatedly in fear. The dimly lit, narrow room was like a bottomless abyss, causing her fear to rise constantly.

She gripped the jade pendant tightly, unconsciously repeating: “I won’t die, I won’t die…”

The outside world gradually merged with the darkness inside the secret chamber. Night fell, and the Yuehui Sect was silent.

Everyone was dead. Of course, there was no sound.

Xiao Yu carefully avoided the drifting devils and the corpses on the ground, searching for anyone who might still be alive.

The scene before her overlapped with the one she saw in her illusion—a mountain of corpses, a river of blood, with no place to step.

No matter where she walked, there was blood beneath her feet.

Xiao Yu’s mind was in a trance, blank. Her heartbeat slowed down, each beat clearly audible.

This was her first time facing such a tragic scene of death directly.

Everywhere she looked was death.

“I’m here. You won’t be discovered by them.” Coal Ball proudly circled once. Just as it was showing off, it was suddenly snatched away.

Xiao Yu swayed and immediately became alert. Just as she was about to use her innate divine ability, Coal Ball stopped her.

“Don’t move or attack! He’s my brother!”

Xiao Yu didn’t let down her guard. Spiritual energy gathered, ready to attack the devil in front of her if anything seemed amiss.

He was shrouded by the night, his face unclear, only his silhouette visible.

He was tall, with a dense aura, a devil unlike any Xiao Yu had ever encountered.

“Brother, why are you here?” Coal Ball wriggled out of the hand of the devil who had suddenly appeared and bounced around on him.

The devil didn’t speak, only made a few gestures.

Xiao Yu quietly retreated, feeling that this devil was very dangerous.

She suddenly remembered that Coal Ball had said in the Sand Demon Territory that he had a brother who was a Demon General.

His presence in the already-destroyed Yuehui Sect made it highly possible that he was the culprit behind this attack!

Xiao Yu urged Yan Ziqiong in her heart, looking for a chance to slip away. Why wasn’t he here yet!

But her small action was quickly noticed. Coal Ball ran over and said, “Why are you running? My brother is here to help you!”

Xiao Yu was shocked: “Help with what?”

Help her kill devils?

Is he joking?

Coal Ball immediately relayed the devil’s message: “My brother said that the devils who attacked the Yuehui Sect are not his group and that you shouldn’t misunderstand.”

Xiao Yu pointed to herself and looked at the devil who was watching her, her mind racing.

So, there’s a split within the Demon Clan, or is he deceiving her?

The devil suddenly glanced behind Xiao Yu, speeding up his hand movements.

Coal Ball finished reading the gestures and translated for Xiao Yu: “Your companion is coming. It’s not safe here. Leave quickly.”

Xiao Yu didn’t leave. She asked Coal Ball, “Is anyone alive in the Yuehui Sect? When did the Demon Race and Demon Clan attack?”

Coal Ball asked the devil again: “My brother said one person is still alive. She entered here early this morning.”

“Hurry and leave. Once the demon beasts are teleported over, you won’t be able to leave.” Coal Ball groaned and said to its brother: “A demon beast went to break the teleportation array. There shouldn’t be any more demon beasts teleported in.”

The devil was startled for a moment. Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly flashed and disappeared.

“My brother is gone.” Coal Ball floated back to Xiao Yu’s side. Immediately afterward, Yan Ziqiong appeared.

“The demonic energy here is heavy.” As soon as Yan Ziqiong saw Xiao Yu, he told her about his achievement: “I destroyed the teleportation array. No more demon beasts should be teleported in for the time being.”

He scanned the piled corpses again, frowned, and covered his nose: “But we might have arrived too late. Those demon beasts are really cunning. They’re even sending out false information now.”

They claimed the attack would be tonight, but it had already finished earlier.

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Xiao Yu’s reply and looked at her.

He saw that her complexion was off, staring at the corpses in front of her without speaking.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re scared?” Yan Ziqiong waved his hand in front of her eyes. Seeing her eyes weren’t focused, he began to worry: “Are you okay?”

Xiao Yu regained her senses and gently shook her head.

“I’m fine, just a little…”

“A little uncomfortable, right?” Yan Ziqiong shook his head dismissively: “You’ll get used to it after a few more times.”

Xiao Yu didn’t have the time to delve into the meaning of his words. Looking at the life and death before her, she suddenly realized something.

“There’s still someone alive here. Let’s go look.” Xiao Yu walked deeper, following Coal Ball’s guidance, and saw the dead Qiu Hong.

He lay dead, his eyes wide open, on a pile of demon beast corpses, with many people crushed under him.

“He’s dead?” Yan Ziqiong stared at the wound on Qiu Hong’s body: “It’s a sword wound. It doesn’t look like it was the demon beasts that killed him.”

The deeper they walked, the more cultivators they saw who had died from sword wounds or human artifacts.

Clearly, the power of the demonic formation was extremely strong.

Xiao Yu suddenly guessed who survived. She grabbed Yan Ziqiong’s hand and asked him to find Duanmuying.

“Are you joking? Me? Find her? No way.” Yan Ziqiong’s first reaction was to refuse.

Xiao Yu was anxious and urged him: “Just do me a favor. I’ll owe you one. Your innate divine ability is faster than me searching myself.”

Seeing her anxious expression, Yan Ziqiong had no choice but to agree.

A moment later, the trace of the tracking spell appeared, pointing toward the ruins in front of them, deep underground.

“She really is alive!”

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt panic.

It was still the original plot. Only Duanmuying survived.

After that, would Nan Chenghui save her?

Or should she save her?

Xiao Yu was trapped by her own thoughts, unable to figure out what to do.

No.

She had asked Coal Ball earlier, and Nan Chenghui wasn’t in the Yuehui Sect. He was a devil. How could he not be able to get in?

Or did something happen to Nan Chenghui too?

Xiao Yu immediately asked Yan Ziqiong: “Was the demonic formation still here when you came in?”

Yan Ziqiong shook his head: “I was wondering about that too. I could just walk straight in.”

Coal Ball whispered: “My brother removed the demonic formation when he left. You can come and go as you please now!”

Xiao Yu knew how to save Duanmuying.

She said to Yan Ziqiong: “Can you contact Qi Zhuolun of the Xuanqiu Sect? Ask him to come and save Duanmuying.”

Xiao Yu remembered that when she met Qi Zhuolun, Qiu Hong had called him a close friend.

If Qi Zhuolun saved her, Nan Chenghui wouldn’t need to get involved.

This way, Wen Yu should not be implicated.

Yan Ziqiong looked at Xiao Yu several times, snorted, and went to the side to contact Qi Zhuolun.

The first attempt received no response. Yan Ziqiong only contacted him a second time under Xiao Yu’s supervision.

It wasn’t until the seventh attempt that he received a response.

Initially, Qi Zhuolun didn’t want to come. He only agreed when Yan Ziqiong mentioned that only Duanmuying was left in the Yuehui Sect.

Yan Ziqiong instantly understood Qi Zhuolun’s intention.

The two waited until Qi Zhuolun arrived before leaving. By this time, the sky was already faintly lit.

Qi Zhuolun cautiously flew his flying boat into the Yuehui Sect. Seeing the corpses, he expressed regret.

“Tragic, truly tragic.”

After checking that the surroundings were relatively safe, he instructed the people he brought: “Go, take away everything useful. I’ll go save my dear friend’s daughter.”

He walked with his hands behind his back, sighing: “Truly tragic. Only one is left.”

When the ruins were lifted, Duanmuying was terrified to see Qi Zhuolun, then cried with joy.

“Uncle Qi, I—”

“Aiyo, you’re the only one left in the Yuehui Sect. Come back to the Xuanqiu Sect with me. I will surely treat you like my own daughter.” As Qi Zhuolun finished speaking, a voice came from a distance:

“Sect Master, everything in the pill pavilion has been moved.”

This sentence clearly fell into Duanmuying’s ears. When she looked at Qi Zhuolun again, she noticed the pity on his face had turned into coldness.

“It’s a waste to leave these things here. I’ll help you take them back. I’ll give them to you when you return to the Xuanqiu Sect.” Although Qi Zhuolun smiled, Duanmuying felt a chill in her heart.

She tightened her grip on Qi Zhuolun’s outstretched hand, while her other hand secretly hid the jade pendant.

She understood the saying that when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter, but she never expected human nature to be so malicious.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to the Xuanqiu Sect to recover well. I will properly bury your father’s body.”

Duanmuying nodded slightly, following behind him.

Father, I will avenge you.

The flying boat rose. Duanmuying looked at the corpses scattered below, clenching her hands tightly.

As the flying boat flew away, Yan Ziqiong tapped Xiao Yu’s shoulder and said, “Are you relieved now?”

Xiao Yu didn’t answer. She didn’t know if she could be relieved.

The Yuehui Sect was still destroyed.

The plot in the book still hadn’t changed. Could it be that she couldn’t change Wen Yu’s fate, and he would still die?

“Yan Ziqiong.” She suddenly spoke. Her voice was flat, causing Yan Ziqiong to immediately drop his flippant demeanor and listen to her.

“Are you afraid of death?”

Yan Ziqiong thought carefully, then shook his head: “No.”

He had experienced death since birth and was used to it.

“But I am afraid,” Xiao Yu’s voice trembled slightly, but she tried hard to control it: “I don’t want to see any of you die.”

Since coming to this world, she had experienced countless interceptions and deaths.

But she didn’t even have a chance to stop them.

“I want to become stronger,” she said.