Translator: Bambootriangle
Translation Checker: Teo
Qingwu’s lips kept opening and closing, as if he wanted to say something. Wen Zhao subconsciously put his ear closer, but heard him a malicious chuckle: “Are you willing to be my prey?”
At the same time, Wen Zhao felt a chill in his chest — the pale bone blade penetrated deeply into his flesh.
Another illusion.
He suddenly took a few steps back, and Qingwu’s figure and the bone blade both turned into a wisp of smoke.
There was no damage to the chest, but the pain from his chest being stabbed through was frighteningly clear.
Wen Zhao felt chills all over his body, and he realized very clearly that he was no match for this monster who was extremely skilled at using illusions. The imitations of his group members were so accurate, as if it knew what they said and did along the way.
How long had this monster been secretly observing them?
When did it start, as soon as they entered the city?
Suddenly, a cry for help came from the front: “Help, help! Is anyone here? Don’t kill me, help!”
It was the female cultivator who came with them.
Then there was another disciple’s voice: “Run, I can’t control myself, run!”
The voices got closer and closer, and two figures appeared in front of Wen Zhao through the thick fog. The female cultivator quickly discovered him and ran towards him as if grasping the last straw: “Fengming shixiong, help me!”
Wen Zhao stood still and didn’t move.
Was it an illusion again?
How long will the endless illusions last?
The female cultivator’s face was full of horror, as if she didn’t understand why he was indifferent. Just when the disciple behind her was about to stab her with a weapon, an thought suddenly flashed in Wen Zhao’s head — something was wrong.
He quickly knocked away the other’s weapon and struck him hard on the side of the neck.
The disciple’s body went limp, falling straight to the ground, unconscious.
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His body didn’t turn into smoke.
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“Be quiet and don’t talk.” Wen Zhao summoned the flames and created a circle around her and the unconscious disciple, “Stay here and don’t go out.”
The female cultivator nodded desperately: “Okay… okay.”
Wen Zhao took a deep breath, desperately suppressed his trembling hands, and forced himself to calm down.
The monster didn’t seem to want to kill him, it was just playing a cat-and-mouse game. His life was safe for the time being.
There had to be a way.
Think of a solution quickly.
What would Shizun do if he were here?
If Shizun was here…
Yan Lin’s appearance appeared in his mind, like a glacier calming his sanity burning to ashes.
He slowly closed his eyes — the condition for triggering the illusion should be “vision”. If he didn’t look, he wouldn’t be disturbed by the illusion.
He calmed down and carefully sensed the airflow around him.
Next moment, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the flames in his palms struck behind him——
“I was discovered by you. Unfortunately, you were too slow.”
Wen Zhao’s wrist was lightly held by a hand. The hand seemed to exert no force, but it was as strong as steel. This hand was as slender as a woman’s, with long nails on its five fingers. It was a hand belonging to a monster.
Wen Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the owner of his hand — he didn’t know how to describe this person’s appearance. The other person had an androgynous face that looked both male and female, with all facial features so delicate that they seemed unnatural, but when they were put together, it created a strange bewitching charm.
A fox monster.
The fox monster held his wrist, wrapped around him twisting his soft waist, and took a deep breath on the side of his neck, with an extremely intoxicated look on his face: “You smell so good, I haven’t devoured such pure yang energy in a long time, so delicious… I really want to eat it now. Was such a cute prey sent by the Fuyun Sect personally? Are you Qingya Xianzun’s disciple? I’m so thrilled to be able to devour his disciple, so happy!”
Wen Zhao was unable to move his body. There was an unbearable sense of oppression coming from the fox monster, and he couldn’t resist at all. There was a strange fragrance on the other party’s body, so fragrant that it made him nauseous, making one feel sick to your stomach.
The fox monster was trembling with excitement, but suddenly his expression changed and he changed his tone: “No, not good, how could I bear to eat such a rare dish right away — come with me and this servant will raise you well and serve you wholeheartedly, as long as you give me your yang energy every day, this servant will take good care of you.”
Wen Zhao gritted his teeth and spat out a few words with difficulty: “Keep… dreaming.”
The fox monster immediately showed a sad expression: “My lord, don’t you like this servant? This servant loves my lord very dearly. This servant knows everything. This servant is proficient in all the human room skills. No one who has been served by this servant has ever said anything bad about my service.”
Wen Zhao had goosebumps all over his body. He just wanted to escape from here and quickly searched his mind for the part about “fox monster” in the original book.
The fox monster has a thousand layers of illusions and has four thousand three hundred years of cultivation. It makes a living by sucking the yang essence. Its weakness is…
Unknown!
In the original book, this fox monster was beheaded by Shizun with a sword, but there was no detailed description of its weakness at all!
Encountering this kind of plot that was glossed over again, Wen Zhao was completely despaired. He desperately tried to withdraw his unruly hand, but the fox monster clung to him even more intimately, its whole body sticking to him tightly.
Seeing that he didn’t speak, the fox monster’s expression became more and more sad: “Lord, why… ignore this servant ? Oh, this servant understands, my lord is thinking of others, it doesn’t matter, then I will become like him, so that my lord will like me.”
After a burst of green smoke, “Yan Lin” who had disappeared before reappeared in front of Wen Zhao: “If this servant is dressed like this, lord should be very happy, right?”
The fox monster said such sweet words in front of Yan Lin’s face, which only made Wen Zhao feel creeped out and numb from his scalp to his heels: “You are not allowed to pretend to be him!”
“Why?” The fox monster showed real confusion, “Doesn’t my lord like him? My lord’s heart is full of him. You yearn for him, admire him, worship him, rely on him, and regard him as your spiritual pillar, if this servant becomes like him, wouldn’t my lord wish to stay with me forever?”
Wen Zhao was so angry that his head was about to smoke: “Hurry up and change back!”
“No, I can imitate him even more closely. His words and deeds, his demeanor, his living habits, and even his smallest movements, I can imitate them all.”
“Shut up!” Wen Zhao didn’t know where the strength came from, and suddenly broke away from the other party’s hand. The flames in his palms burned fiercely and struck the fox monster’s face.
The fox monster’s illusion was burned by the flames and returned to his original appearance. However, the next moment, he stretched out his hands and held the falling flame like a devout believer, his eyes glowing with obsession, “Snow-encrusted flame… This is a divine flame, the Snow-Encrusted Flame. I really want to devour it, swallow it and its owner together. In this way, you will all be mine…”
Wen Zhao was greatly shocked and took several steps back — this monster is not afraid of fire!
He turned around suddenly and shouted at the frightened female cultivator paralyzed next to him: “Run… uh!”
Before he could finish his sentence, the fox monster choked his neck hard. The expression on the fox monster’s face instantly turned cold: “My lord is not good. How can you think about others at this time?”
“Let… let go…” Wen Zhao tried desperately to pry open the other party’s hand, but the strength of those slender fingers was amazing and they remained motionless.
He began to feel difficulty breathing, and the movement of spiritual energy in his body was stagnant to the point of being blocked, not even the divine flame could be summoned.
The fox monster crushed his neck expressionlessly, its sharp nails pierced his skin, and a string of blood dripped down: “My lord, do you want to experience something more exciting? Aside from pain, suffocation can also bring extreme pleasure to people. Such thrilling ways right from the start, my lord really impressed this servant.”
Wen Zhao was choked to the point of being speechless, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He had no strength to struggle, nor could he call for help. He seemed to be in a desperate situation.
No.
He finally got a chance to live anew, how could he die so easily again?
In the unbearable suffocation, he felt an extreme heat rise in his body, as if he was being burned by fire. The heat climbed all the way along his blood vessels, and finally concentrated on his face. The demonic marks under his eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding. Suddenly, they started to spread downwards.
At this moment, a strong wind blew up around him, and Qingwu’s figure fell from the sky. He kicked the fox monster’s delicate face: “Stinky fox! Daring to imitate me, you are seeking death!”
The howling wind instantly blew away the thick fog. Qingwu gathered the wind into a blade and whipped it towards the fox monster: “My Fuyun Sect is a well-known and upright sect. Even if we compete for love or apprentices, we do it in an honest and upright manner. What a joke are you trying to win sympathy with?”
He drew dozens of bloody wounds all over the fox monster’s body, which had no choice but to let go of Wen Zhao, cursing while avoiding his blades: “Where did this lunatic come from!”
“Calling me a lunatic? You should look at yourself!” Qingwu’s attack became more fierce, and the smile on his face disappeared. His usually gentle peach blossom eyes revealed a sharp edge, “It’s not your turn to kidnap my shizhi, someone I had not been able to take, are you worthy??”
A large amount of air suddenly poured in his throat, and Wen Zhao coughed violently. His mind was buzzing, and he really didn’t have the extra energy to think about what his xiao Shishu was saying.
The burning sensation in his body slowly subsided, and he took a deep breath with difficulty. He covered his sore neck and said in a hoarse voice, “Ahem… xiao Shishu, that mist just now…”
“The mist is poisonous and can hinder the flow of spiritual qi in the body, but it does not affect me.” Strong wind gathered around Qingwu, and the fox monster was directly blown away. “It has been a long time since you devoured yang energy, seeing how much you desire it. The more yang you absorb, the stronger you will be. Unfortunately, you are just a waste now.”
The fox monster was chased and beaten by him, and actually ran around covering his head with his hands: “Don’t fight, don’t fight! I’ll just let you go!”
“Are you not mistaken?” Qingwu sneered and knocked the other person back to his original shape. He grabbed the fox’s tail and lifted him up. “You should be the one begging me to let you go.”
The fox monster was unable to resist in Qingwu’s hands. His fur was covered with bloodstains, and he covered his fox face with his snow-white paws: “Please let me go, I will never dare to do it again!”
“Do you think I will really let you go just because you beg me?” Qingwu looked at him coldly, “If you dare to touch my xiao shizhi, even if I let you go, Yan Qingya will not let you go — you only have yourself to blame. It’s your fault that you messed with someone you shouldn’t have messed with, go ahead and reincarnate!”
Author has something to say:
Qingwu: Our Fuyun sect is a famous and upright sect, and everything we do is upright.
Yan Lin: …I always feel like you are implying something to me.
Not Yan Lin getting shaded 😭😭
Thank you for the chapter!
Where tf is yan lin’s snake spirit again?? If he finds out what the fox monster did to his precious wen zhao, someone is about to get barbecued-
That was dangerous! 😱
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Thanks for the story