The Fox Spirit Raised by the Villain Wants to Defect - Chapter 8

The man kept thanking them along the way. Duanmu Ying was clearly pleased, the smile on her face only slightly fading when she saw Wen Yu.

The wide stone path connected the entire town. Xiaoyu followed until they reached a house that was larger than the surrounding ones.

This household had a yard in front of the door, and inside, many people in bloodstained clothes were lying down—evidently the injured individuals rescued from the Demon Territory.

Wen Yu was speaking with a sturdy, middle-aged man. His back was to Xiaoyu, his posture straight and tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The jade flute was tucked into his belt, and his white robe gave him a transcendental air, truly befitting the title “Immortal Elder.”

The man said a few words, then saw Xiaoyu and Duanmu Ying arrive. He just raised a smile and looked their way, but the moment he saw Xiaoyu, his face instantly filled with terror.

“A demon… demon beast!”

The man pointed at Xiaoyu, staring at her fox ears with expressions of fear and hatred.

Seeing this, Wen Yu turned around.

In his line of sight, he saw the young girl wave at him, her expression awkward.

She was still wearing the clothes he had given her last night, her feet bare, her toes gripping the ground.

He lifted his eyes and noticed the fox ears bouncing slightly, and he understood the situation.

“She will not harm you,” Wen Yu paused, then added, “She was brought by me.”

Only then did the man relax: “Since the Immortal Elder vouches for her, I’m not worried.”

Though he said this, the trauma of the demon beast attack remained, and they dared not approach a demon beast.

Duanmu Ying stopped only when she reached Wen Yu’s side, while Xiaoyu stood far away.

Now that every person who saw her would cry out “demon,” she decided to proactively keep her distance, to avoid frightening others and annoying herself.

People came one after another to take the injured away. Finally, only the admiring townsfolk who had gathered remained, surrounding Wen Yu with looks of reverence.

Xiaoyu watched Wen Yu standing out among the crowd and felt a sudden sense of melancholy.

If only Wen Yu hadn’t died so quickly in the original book.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, but she immediately shook her head in denial.

She could barely ensure her own safety; where would she find the time to stop Wen Yu’s death?

After a moment, the townsfolk dispersed. As they left the yard, they all kept far away from Xiaoyu, as if avoiding some kind of jackal or tiger.

The yard instantly became quiet. Xiaoyu wanted to ask Wen Yu where that demon from last night had gone and if any more demons would come looking for her.

Or perhaps there was some tracking device on her body that the Villain could use to pinpoint her location.

She had searched herself but found nothing suspicious.

Just as Xiaoyu was about to step forward to ask, the man led Wen Yu into the house.

She had no choice but to wait by the door for them to come out.

The main door was wide open, and the living room was very neat. Xiaoyu looked at the clean wooden floor, then looked at her own feet, and chose not to enter.

It wouldn’t be good to dirty someone else’s house.

Speaking of which, this body seemed to be stronger than an ordinary person’s. She had walked for so long barefoot, and aside from the initial scratch, she hadn’t suffered any more injuries.

Xiaoyu, wrapped in the clothes Wen Yu gave her, hopped twice. Her fox ears twitched along with the movement.

The girl’s actions contained an element of innocence. The three people who happened to be walking up the second-floor corridor caught a glimpse of her entire jumping routine.

Duanmu Ying simply disliked the demon, so she snorted and turned her head away.

When Wen Yu saw Xiaoyu, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask her to come upstairs.

He first explained the situation to the man. The man was the owner of the house and the town chief, giving him a lot of authority.

“I don’t mind, not at all. With the Immortal Elder watching, that demon shouldn’t come out and harm anyone.” The man said, adding, “Are two rooms enough? Immortal Elder, you also need to take care of your injured disciple. Should I clear out one more room? Otherwise, four of you in two rooms will be too crowded.”

Wen Yu thanked the man for his kindness but politely declined.

The man looked down and saw Xiaoyu waiting at the doorway. He surprisingly felt pity for her and hesitantly asked, “How about, calling her up?”

When they were talking earlier, he had carefully observed the demon. Aside from the exposed demon ears on her head, her behavior was almost identical to a human’s. She should be just as the Immortal Elder said, and wouldn’t hurt people.

Duanmu Ying didn’t speak. She watched Wen Yu nod and call a name, asking the demon to come up. Only then did she realize that Wen Yu really intended to keep this demon by his side.

She looked down and saw the demon lift her head upon hearing the call, searching for their location.

After spotting them, Xiaoyu was about to step inside, but glanced at her bare feet and withdrew them.

“Taoist Priest, my feet are a bit dirty. I feel bad about going inside.”

She looked up, but only saw Wen Yu standing alone in the corridor, seemingly waiting for her.

The next moment, Xiaoyu instantly appeared right in front of Wen Yu.

Xiaoyu curiously looked down from the corridor to the spot she had just been standing, thinking that this instant-movement technique was truly convenient.

“I have already borrowed a pair of shoes from the host family.” Wen Yu turned and walked toward the allocated rooms, hearing the fox behind him thank him.

“Thank you so much, Taoist Priest!”

Wen Yu’s eyes flickered for a moment, and he said, “You will share a room with Duanmu Ying.”

Xiaoyu quickly agreed: “Okay, women in one room, and you men in the other, right?”

Wen Yu immediately stopped walking and turned to look at Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu quickly controlled her body to avoid bumping into the person who had abruptly stopped in front of her.

“What’s wrong, Taoist Priest?”

The girl’s emotions were transparent, and her eyes were innocent, not seeming like an act at all.

Wen Yu simply felt unaccustomed to someone speaking so casually and familiarly to him, as no one had ever dared to before.

“It’s nothing.” He began to introduce his two disciples: “The woman you interacted with is named Duanmu Ying. The one rescued by your information in time last night is my senior disciple, Nan Chenghui.”

Xiaoyu nodded. Having read the book, she was relatively familiar with Wen Yu’s three disciples. The senior disciple, Nan Chenghui, was a demon, and he and the third disciple, Duanmu Ying, were a couple. She hadn’t yet seen the second disciple, the demon race’s Yan Ziqiong.

It was strange. Humans, demons, and monster races were irreconcilable enemies, yet Wen Yu took in both a demon and a monster as disciples. No wonder he was powerful; ordinary cultivators wouldn’t dare.

“Alright, I’ve noted it down.”

This time, Wen Yu saw a perfunctory expression on Xiaoyu’s face.

Saying no more, he led Xiaoyu to the room and then left.

As soon as Xiaoyu entered, she saw Duanmu Ying sitting on the bed, occupying the entire space.

Seeing her enter, Duanmu Ying frowned in disgust: “There’s only one bed in the room. You sleep on the floor.”

The room had two windows open, only one bed, and no other furniture, leaving a large empty space.

Xiaoyu walked over gloomily. She had only slept a few hours last night, and slept on the desk for half the night, leaving her neck sore even now. Did she really have to sleep on the floor tonight?

“How about…” Xiaoyu offered a smile to Duanmu Ying: “We share this bed, half-and-half?”

Duanmu Ying drew her sword. A cold flash accompanied her refusal aimed at Xiaoyu: “Don’t even think about it.”

Xiaoyu was about to argue with her when she suddenly heard a crisp, clear voice.

“Hello, Sisters.”

A fluffy head peeked out from the doorway. A girl with her hair tied in small tufts held a pair of pink women’s shoes. The girl looked about seven or eight years old.

The moment the girl saw the ears on Xiaoyu’s head, she pointed in surprise and asked, “Sister, why are there ears popping out of your head? They’re bigger than my kitten’s ears.”

Xiaoyu was stunned. She raised her hand and felt something fluffy on the top of her head.

She pinched it again, and an indescribable shiver ran from the spot she touched to her whole body, making her instantly withdraw her hand.

Xiaoyu’s pupils trembled violently.

What is going on? How do I have these ears?

“Do you have a mirror at your house?” Xiaoyu just asked the question when she heard a cold laugh.

Duanmu Ying walked up to her, drew her sword, and adjusted the angle. The sword blade was bright like a mirror, allowing Xiaoyu to clearly see the fox ears on the top of her head.

But after only a few seconds, Duanmu Ying sheathed her sword. “Did you see clearly?”

Xiaoyu saw clearly, and instantly understood why everyone who saw her called her a demon.

I’ve been exposed this whole time!

She reached up and pressed the fox ears, trying to push them back, but it had no effect.

She let go and started meditating aimlessly.

Doesn’t the novel say something about inner strength or spiritual energy? Can’t I change back with a thought?

Xiaoyu thought for a long time but didn’t feel her ears shrink even a little.

Am I really going to turn into a fox spirit and live with fox ears forever?

While she was lost in thought, someone gently touched her hand. Xiaoyu looked down, and the girl was looking at her, both shy and curious, handing her the shoes.

“My daddy said these shoes are for the sister with the ears on her head. My mother made them,” the girl blinked. “Sister, you are so pretty, even prettier than Ah Hua.”

Xiaoyu was delighted by the compliment. She took the shoes and asked the girl, “Who is Ah Hua? Am I really prettier than Ah Hua?”

The girl nodded and smiled: “Ah Hua is my family’s kitten. Sister, you are prettier than Ah Hua.”

Xiaoyu immediately heard Duanmu Ying’s undisguised mocking laughter.

Well, well, well, a fox is prettier than a cat!

“My daddy said there will be a banquet to welcome you tonight. Sisters, you must come later!” After finishing her task, the girl turned and scurried away.

Xiaoyu wiped her feet clean and put on the shoes. The shoes were a bit large but very pretty, embroidered with silk flowers.

She stood up and walked a few steps, feeling that the pink color and the white robe matched well.

Duanmu Ying, hugging her sword, glanced at the shoes on Xiaoyu’s feet and scoffed: “Such a bumpkin.”

Xiaoyu truly hadn’t seen shoes like these. Though not angry, she wouldn’t let Duanmu Ying talk down to her.

“Someone specially gave them to me. You don’t have any.”

“Who cares,” Duanmu Ying turned her head, presenting her back to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu gave a humph and stepped out in her new shoes to walk around.

But she got tired after only a little while. Xiaoyu returned to the room and saw that Duanmu Ying was gone. She immediately flopped onto the bed to catch up on sleep, thoughtfully leaving half the space for Duanmu Ying.

She slept so long that by the time she woke up, the sky was almost dark.

Xiaoyu rubbed her eyes, surprised that she could sleep for such a long time.

The room was pitch black, but there was a faint light coming from the doorway.

Xiaoyu walked over and saw a lively scene outside.

A bonfire was burning in the middle of the yard. Wen Yu sat beside it. The firelight reflected on his face, flickering and deepening his contours, making him look like the finest masterpiece carved by the heavens.

Even sitting among the crowd, he easily drew everyone’s attention.

As if sensing Xiaoyu’s gaze, Wen Yu looked up, accurately pinpointed her location, and raised a hand toward her.