The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 57

The fact that the Prophecy Mirror would respond immediately was something none of them had anticipated.

The Demon Territory Lord propped Their chin on Their hands, looking down. Their thick blue eyelashes fluttered, curling like hooks. A slight blink could steal a person’s soul.

“Oh my, don’t worry, I was just trying to scare you.” The Demon Territory Lord curved Their lips, seeing the change in Xiao Yu and Yan Ziqiong’s expressions, looking as delighted as a child.

Xiao Yu secretly glanced at Yan Ziqiong, who shook his head at her.

She had met some demon beasts, but none of them were like Them, giving off a vague, elusive, incomprehensible feeling.

Xiao Yu didn’t know what Wen Yu would encounter inside the Prophecy Mirror, but judging by their expressions, it didn’t seem simple.

The mirror surface was hazy, and no images could be seen inside.

Xiao Yu subconsciously pressed the bracelet on her wrist, gripped her hands tightly, and mustered the courage to ask: “Demon Territory Lord, do you know when he might come out?”

After speaking, her heart hammered wildly.

Xiao Yu looked up at the beautiful Demon Territory Lord, anxiously awaiting Their reply.

The Demon Territory Lord cupped Their cheeks with both hands, tilted Their head, and Their long hair cascaded down, covering Their left eye.

That left eye flickered with a faint, enchanting red glow beneath the long hair. The eyeball rotated once in the socket, then stopped at the center.

The Demon Territory Lord straightened up, smoothed Their long hair with both hands, tucked the strands behind Their ear, and brushed Their fingers across Their cheek.

Their captivating eyes stared intently at Xiao Yu. They stopped smiling: “The one who went in is not me. How would I know when he will come out?”

They didn’t care what the person who went in might encounter. If he couldn’t come out, then he was useless.

“You little fox demon, why do you care so much about a cultivator? Do you like him?” The Demon Territory Lord suddenly became interested, cupping Their chin again, looking curiously at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu felt worried and annoyed by turns.

“I don’t…”

“Ah, is that so.” The Demon Territory Lord stared unblinkingly at Xiao Yu. Although They were smiling, Their demon eyes gave Xiao Yu the illusion that no matter what she was thinking, They could see through it.

“Then you two wait here slowly. I’m going back to sleep.” Saying that, the Demon Territory Lord yawned, and a mist appeared in the corner of Their eyes. “So sleepy.”

Xiao Yu didn’t dare to ask again. She watched Them walk into the palace, with no intention of coming out.

It was the demon beast who led them here that finally spoke: “Please wait here for him to emerge.”

Xiao Yu quickly asked her: “Then how long at most will it take for him to come out?”

The demon beast replied: “I apologize, this is the first time I have seen the Prophecy Mirror respond. I don’t know how long it will take.”

Xiao Yu thanked her and could only wait here with Yan Ziqiong.

“Don’t worry, Master is very powerful, nothing will happen.” Yan Ziqiong scratched his head, looked at the mirror, and, driven by curiosity, circled the mirror, examining it. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but then remembered something and didn’t.

Yan Ziqiong quickly became absorbed in the novelty of seeing the Prophecy Mirror.

“I heard about it when I was a child. I didn’t expect to see the Prophecy Mirror so easily.” Yan Ziqiong finally stopped in front of the mirror, staring at the surface for a long time, but couldn’t make sense of anything.

He turned his head to speak to Xiao Yu, but saw her staring intently at the mirror surface, not even blinking.

Waving his hand in front of her, Yan Ziqiong called out: “Hey, what are you thinking about? So absorbed?”

Xiao Yu brushed his hand away, not in a good mood.

Suddenly, her heart felt blocked and stifled. She couldn’t tell exactly what was wrong.

“Master will be fine. The Prophecy Mirror won’t eat people.” Yan Ziqiong said half-jokingly. Seeing Xiao Yu glance at him without speaking, he touched his nose.

He muttered: “I didn’t say anything wrong.”

He thought to himself: She doesn’t really like Master, does she!

Xiao Yu didn’t know what Yan Ziqiong was thinking. Her mind was currently filled with the question of why Wen Yu wanted to look into the Prophecy Mirror.

The protagonist of the original book wasn’t Wen Yu, so it was impossible to detail everything he did.

Xiao Yu had no way of knowing Wen Yu’s motives.

But before coming here, Wen Yu had told her that he was formulating a plan and had already decided to come to the Sea Demon Territory to look into this mirror.

A mirror that could see the future.

Why did Wen Yu need to see his future?

Was he worried about something?

Was he worried that the Demon Clan and Demon Race would jointly invade the human world and he couldn’t stop it, or was it something else?

A cloud of anxiety gathered in Xiao Yu’s heart. She looked down at the bracelet on her wrist and bit her lip.

She looked back. The sea water in the distance spanned the horizon. The waves crashed, with no end in sight.

“Just wait. Wait for him to come out.”

Xiao Yu simply sat down, practicing her spells while waiting.

He was seeking the future, and she also needed to work hard.

Yan Ziqiong opened his mouth but didn’t speak. He didn’t join the waiting, but went off to do his own thing.

The hazy mirror surface showed no reflection. The instant Wen Yu entered, his whole person seemed to be split in two.

His consciousness was momentarily blurred, then rapidly became clear.

He had never been so clear-headed before.

The pain that had plagued his body for years was drawn away. His mind was clear, and his thoughts were sharp.

Wen Yu looked back. Behind him was a door the same size as the mirror, shimmering with water ripples, yet blurry, making it impossible to see the outside world clearly.

He turned back. The surroundings were black and gray, and he could see nothing.

Ancient texts contained almost no records about the Prophecy Mirror, so he naturally didn’t know how to explore his future after receiving its response.

Wen Yu hadn’t initially intended to succeed. He merely touched it slightly and was immediately sucked in.

He reached out to press the jade flute at his waist, sensed Xiao Yu’s touch, lowered his eyes, and looked at the jade flute for a long time.

The emerald green jade flute transmitted the tactile sensation to Wen Yu.

Rubbing his thumb on it, Wen Yu closed his eyes, then withdrew his hand.

He would find the cause of his illness and resolve it completely.

Wen Yu stepped forward, walking into the endless darkness ahead.

The darkness before his eyes receded, and Wen Yu saw Xiao Yu.

But his nerves instantly tensed, and his heart stopped.

Red silk curtains hung down. Golden bells intertwined, ringing crisply.

Xiao Yu lay on the wide bed, sweat trickling down her forehead, merging into her scattered hair.

The corners of her eyes were flushed red, her gaze was hazy, the tip of her nose was pink, and her lips were slightly parted, breathing out a fragrance like orchids.

This was the state Wen Yu had seen before, when Xiao Yu was entangled by the desire for procreation, losing her mind, and only knowing how to seek.

Wen Yu didn’t know why he would see Xiao Yu like this in the mirror.

Soon, he sensed his consciousness being confined within a person’s body.

This body was beyond his control.

He could feel the body raise its hand and gently touch Xiao Yu’s forehead, which immediately elicited a low moan from her.

It wasn’t until Xiao Yu opened her mouth and spoke those two words that Wen Yu realized whose body his consciousness was trapped in.

“Daoist Priest…”

Wen Yu’s heart trembled, followed by a surge of angry emotion. But that emotion did not originate from him, but from this body.

“What did you call me?”

It was his voice, but it used a tone he had never employed before.

It wasn’t him.

He would never speak to Xiao Yu like that.

Wen Yu couldn’t watch the events continue. He wanted to control his own body. The moment he tried to act, he found that all the spiritual energy in his body was empty, no different from a mortal.

Who is it?

Who is controlling his body?

Even if this was a scene that would happen in the future, he would never treat Xiao Yu like this!

His consciousness was imprisoned within his own body, unable to exert any control.

There was a contradictory feeling of observing from a third-person perspective while being physically present.

He felt like he was performing these actions, yet his consciousness was detached, a complete separation.

Wen Yu felt his hand stroke Xiao Yu’s forehead. Not gently, he wiped away her sweat, then spoke again.

“Does it hurt?”

The person in distress raised her head, actively pressing against his hand, climbing up his arm, burying herself little by little into his embrace.

A faint, subtle fragrance wafted out, enclosing him.

“Help me…”

Wen Yu could sense the rising heat consuming Xiao Yu’s sanity, dominating her body, drawing her closer to him, seeking temporary coolness.

Yet, he couldn’t control his body, unable to even touch her himself.

The body seemed to sense what he was thinking, fiercely pressing Xiao Yu into his embrace, wantonly ravaging her, showing no signs of tenderness.

Lips and teeth plundered. One hand seized her hands and twisted them behind her back, the other circled her slender waist, plunging in through her scattered clothing, giving her no chance to struggle, his palm covering her delicate skin.

The cold palm met the scorching skin. The person in his arms shivered, suddenly letting out a soft moan.

He swallowed the sound into his mouth.

The palm moved upward, and wherever it went, it caused tremors, making the person in his arms go limp, relying only on him.

Wen Yu couldn’t control his body. He was only forced to receive the emotions the body transmitted to him.

A destructive desire.

The desire to destroy the person in his arms, yet having to suppress that urge, restraining the cruelty embedded in his bones, trying to give her tenderness.

But obviously, he couldn’t.

His gaze lowered. His body pressed down, pulling Xiao Yu’s hands above her head and pinning them to the bed.

He plundered her lips even more ferociously, invading her mouth.

The person pinned down raised her hand to push against his chest, wanting to push him away, but couldn’t exert any strength.

Her breath was stolen. Her whole being could only depend on him.

The golden bells chimed softly. The red silk curtains trembled slightly.

He eased up slightly, then covered her again.

A malicious kissing and biting continued until the person beneath him tensed her body, her hand on his chest clenched, and she choked out a hoarse shudder.

But she only received his kiss, which grew heavier.

Wen Yu couldn’t describe how he felt in that moment.

This body was controlling his consciousness, pulling him along to sink into this endless sea of desire.

He had never imagined treating Xiao Yu so crudely, not even when her procreative desire arose.

He had always suppressed his own desire, treating her as gently as possible.

But Xiao Yu’s reaction and his body’s actions suggested that this was not the first time.

Wen Yu couldn’t break free from this body, nor could he control it. He was only forced to feel the spiritual pleasure transmitted by the body.

Until he heard his own voice in his ear: “Did you feel it?”

Everything around him receded like a tide. The girl’s gasp disappeared, leaving only a mirror, and inside the mirror was himself.

Yet, it wasn’t.

The exact same appearance, but a completely different demeanor.

The person in the mirror had raised eyebrows and was full of hostility.

The darkness in his eyes pierced the mirror, shooting directly at Wen Yu.

He reached out, his fingertip touching his own lip, where there was still a trace of a bite mark.

Tilting his chin up, he showed Wen Yu a provocative smile.

“Did you feel my existence?”

He finished speaking, lowered his hand. The broken skin on his lip was bright red, the only difference between him and Wen Yu.

Wen Yu remained motionless, only looking at the person in the mirror, his thoughts pulling away from the earlier amorous scene.

This was the cause of the illness that had troubled him for years: his own state during the flare-ups.

The Prophecy Mirror brought him out. Now, what he needed to do was destroy the person in the mirror.

“You’re thinking about how to eliminate me.” The person in the mirror sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent toward Wen Yu.

“Why don’t you think about whether you can even leave this place.”

Wen Yu’s mind trembled. Immediately after, his soul was pulled away. In the blink of an eye, he was in a cramped space. An invisible force controlled his soul, preventing him from escaping.

A familiar sensation of suppression—this was what happened every time his illness flared up and his consciousness was replaced.

He suddenly looked at the other person, only to find a subtle shift in angle.

It was as if he had switched places with him, and he was the one in the mirror.

“What did you do?”

Sheng Li did not answer, but raised an eyebrow and his eyelids, scrutinizing Wen Yu.

His highly aggressive gaze shot onto Wen Yu, only observing for a few moments.

“Suppressing me for a hundred years, you are merely a fragment of my soul, after all. You can never truly replace the master.” Sheng Li suddenly raised his hand, pointing to the position of Wen Yu’s lips in the mirror.

There was a small crack there, much redder than the surrounding area.

Wen Yu ignored it, staring intensely at him, blurting out the question: “What exactly are you? Why can you strip away my soul?”

It wasn’t until this moment, after hearing that sentence, that Wen Yu realized his illness was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Contact with demonic energy exacerbated his symptoms. Every night, he would fall into pain, lose consciousness, and wake up in the daytime with no memory of what happened at night.

All this was because he was the “soul fragment” in his mouth?

“Who are you?”

The same face, completely different personality. Who exactly was he?

Sheng Li did not answer his question: “Borrowing my ability to act as the Sword Venerable for over a hundred years, and yet you still wish to kill me.”

He approached the mirror, watching the person inside struggle in pain: “Wen Yu. Do you still remember how that name came to be?”

“Do you remember where you came from, do you have childhood memories?”

Seeing Wen Yu in the mirror gradually sinking into self-doubt, Sheng Li spoke, revealing the truth of Wen Yu’s existence in the world.

“In the great war between the Demon Race and the human race, you rose to fame in a single battle, helping the human race defeat the Demon Race.” Sheng Li said slowly, enjoying Wen Yu’s changing expression: “Your earliest memory is only of entering that great war, right?”

Wen Yu’s face turned pale.

“After that, you could maintain self-awareness during the day, but lost consciousness at night, your whole body in sharp pain. You were forced to seek help from the Celestial Master and look for places rich in spiritual energy to suppress your bodily pain.”

“As long as the spiritual energy is abundant, the pain in your body subsides.”

“But once you come into contact with demonic energy, you lose consciousness.” Sheng Li stopped speaking, seeing Wen Yu looking completely shaken. He let out a cold laugh: “What, is it hard to accept the fact that you are just a soul fragment?”

“You should be grateful that I gave you over a hundred years to live in this world.” Sheng Li stepped back, not caring about Wen Yu’s reaction at all.

He was part of him. He gave the life, and he could take it back.

“The purpose of the Prophecy Mirror is not to see the future. This was originally an object from the Demon Realm, snatched by the previous Demon King, and left in the Demon Realm in partnership with that woman,” Sheng Li’s eyes flashed with coldness when he said this. “This mirror is not called the Prophecy Mirror. Its name is the Mirror of Delusion.”

“Everything seen is illusory, a lie. The so-called ability to see the future is merely a gimmick created by the Demon Race exaggerating its capabilities.”

When Sheng Li reached this point, he took the red jade flute from his waist, split it, and the fragments formed a mirror.

Wen Yu’s pupils constricted. He understood everything.

“Its function is to confine the soul of the person who enters the mirror.” Sheng Li put the jade flute back together and sneered: “Those fellows are accustomed to using such magical artifacts to search for souls.”

“It just so happens that you came in, and your soul was confined by this mirror. You can never get out again.”

“Stay here and feel what it’s like for me to be suppressed for over a hundred years, only able to watch you, this soul fragment, dominate my body.”

“And that demon you like.”

Without waiting for Wen Yu to react, Sheng Li finished speaking and destroyed the mirror with the sword inside the flute.

The shattered mirror fragments divided Wen Yu into several pieces.

The world inside the mirror collapsed. Sheng Li stepped out. The red on the jade flute was covered, disguised as emerald green.

The dazzling sunlight poured down. Sheng Li looked at the long-unseen daytime and narrowed his eyes.

“Wen Yu!”

A joyful call came. Sheng Li lifted his eyelids and looked at the person running towards him. He stood motionless.

“Ah, you came out so quickly?” The Demon Territory Lord leaned by the window. When They saw Sheng Li’s figure below, Their expression showed a momentary confusion.

“The aura has changed,” They looked several times curiously. “What exactly came out?”

No sooner had They finished speaking than the Prophecy Mirror on the ground shattered. The originally hazy surface reflected the surroundings. The shattered pieces divided the image.

The Demon Territory Lord immediately stood straight up, their eyes widening in disbelief. Their curled eyelashes trembled—a reaction indicating their anger.

“What did you do in there!”

In a flash, the Demon Territory Lord had left the palace. A giant wave surged from the distant sea, rushing towards the shore.

Sheng Li raised his hand, and spiritual energy burst out, shattering the oncoming wave. A section of the seawater fell down, soaking his clothes.

Immediately, his other hand picked up the jade flute and parried the Demon Territory Lord’s attack. The jade flute transformed into a sword in his hand, striking mercilessly toward the Demon Territory Lord’s face.

The breath of death approached. The Demon Territory Lord gritted Their teeth, dodging sideways. A few strands of hair fell. They retreated a few steps, raising Their hand to cover Their ear, where crystalline blood was already flowing out.

“It was just a mirror. Why is the Territory Lord so nervous?” Sheng Li shook the blood off the sword, then cleansed it with seawater before stopping.

The Demon Territory Lord angrily spoke: “I lent you the mirror! I didn’t lend it to you to destroy it!”

They let go of Their hand. The wound on Their ear did not immediately heal.

Glancing at the sword, the Demon Territory Lord refrained from attacking again.

Xiao Yu and Yan Ziqiong stood side by side, unable to intervene.

She only saw the mirror suddenly shatter after Wen Yu emerged, and didn’t see him do anything.

“Your mirror wasn’t sturdy enough; it broke on its own.” Sheng Li shrugged. His words made the Demon Territory Lord dizzy with anger.

The beautiful Sea Demon turned around, deciding not to deal with this group of people anymore.

“The Sea Demon Territory does not welcome you. Please leave immediately.”

Xiao Yu watched her disappear in a blink of an eye. She walked anxiously to Wen Yu’s side. Just as she was about to speak, he grabbed her hand wearing the bracelet and quickly pulled the bracelet off.

“I don’t need to wear it anymore?” Only then did she notice that the bracelet had turned red.

The bracelet turned into fragments, returning to the sword.

She didn’t understand what Wen Yu was doing with this action. She watched him work, and then he pinched her face.

Sheng Li pinched the right side of Xiao Yu’s cheek with two fingers, pulled it, and then smiled pleasantly.

“Little Fox, long time no see.”

Xiao Yu blinked, stared at the person in front of her for a long time, and took a step back, trying to escape his hand.

Sheng Li frowned at her action, showing displeasure.

What? Only Wen Yu is allowed to kiss you, but I’m not allowed to pinch your face?

He withdrew his hand, recalling what he had done with Xiao Yu in the mirror, and began to ponder.

Those things, though not scenes that would necessarily happen in the future, were what this body wanted to do.

Hmm, does he want to do that and that with the Little Fox?

Sheng Li started to drift into thought.

His distracted appearance fell into Xiao Yu’s eyes. Xiao Yu watched him for a long time.

“Daoist Priest?”

She called out. Seeing he didn’t snap out of it, she walked over, tugged on his sleeve, and called out again.

“Wen Yu?”

Sheng Li heard her but didn’t respond.

He lowered his eyes to look at Xiao Yu’s hand clutching his sleeve. Her fingers were fair, and her wrist was bare.

Sheng Li suddenly let out a cold snort and said something cryptic: “Was the bracelet nice?”

Xiao Yu gasped, not understanding why he asked this. She answered blankly: “It was nice.”

These three words successfully ruined Sheng Li’s mood.

“In the mirror, you…” Xiao Yu wanted to ask if the future he saw in the mirror was about her and the Demon Venerable dying together.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Yan Ziqiong heard this and rushed over curiously: “Yes, Master, what did you see inside? And the mirror broke.”

Sheng Li did not spare Yan Ziqiong a glance, nor did he mention what he did in the mirror. He only said, “Go out and find Nan Chenghui.”

When he said this, Xiao Yu remembered they had forgotten about someone.

Nan Chenghui was still near the Yuehui Sect!

“Then should we leave quickly?”

Sheng Li lowered his eyes to look at Xiao Yu and suddenly handed the sword inside the flute to her.

“Take it.” Seeing Xiao Yu still stunned, Sheng Li let go directly.

Xiao Yu quickly reached out and caught it. Looking at the emerald green jade flute, she looked up at Sheng Li in confusion: “Daoist Priest?”

Sheng Li opened his mouth, but the words he was about to say were retracted. He cast a look at Yan Ziqiong. Yan Ziqiong immediately understood and ran far away.

Only then did he approach Xiao Yu, bending down to meet her gaze, pressing the jade flute into her arms.

“Take it.”

He said, “You were missing a sword. I’ll give you this.”

Xiao Yu’s eyes widened. Her lips parted, unable to say anything.

He just gave it to her?

He just gave his life-bound artifact to her just like that?

“It’s nothing valuable.” Sheng Li straightened up and glanced at the jade flute, which was playing dead, letting out a cold laugh.

What’s the use of keeping a disobedient thing.

“Huh?” Xiao Yu gripped the jade flute. “If I use it, what will you use, Daoist Priest?”

Xiao Yu hadn’t expected Wen Yu to give her his life-bound artifact as soon as he came out. Was this really okay?

Such a powerful artifact wouldn’t be able to display its maximum power in her hands, away from its master.

“You don’t want it?” Sheng Li glanced lightly at the jade flute, indifferent: “Then throw it away.”

The jade flute immediately turned into fragments and wrapped around Xiao Yu’s waist. At first glance, it blended in with her clothing.

Xiao Yu stretched out her now-empty hands, awkwardly rubbed the fragments on her waist, and finally accepted it.

“Then thank you, Daoist Priest.”

Hearing the words “Daoist Priest,” Sheng Li was not pleased.

He suddenly asked, “That day when you were drunk, do you remember what you said?”

Xiao Yu was startled, and immediately wanted to flee the spot.

But Sheng Li didn’t give her the chance.

He approached Xiao Yu step by step, watching her retreat little by little. Finally, her foot caught on something, and she fell backward.

Xiao Yu subconsciously reached out to grab the person in front of her, but she grasped empty air.

The moment she fell backward, she didn’t see the familiar worry on Wen Yu’s face. Instead, there was a subtle look of allowance.

It was as if it had nothing to do with him.