"I've said all this, and you still won't admit your identity?" Xiao Xuan pressed his face against Shen Wangshu's shoulder, rubbing his cheek against his lover's, and chuckled as he looked at the black fox. "No matter where I end up, I'll admit it without hesitation. But you..." He had long forgotten about his act of feigning ignorance in front of Shen Wangshu, and said indifferently to the black fox who was too ashamed to admit he was the Fox King, "Where has your former aura of daring to challenge me gone?! You still won't transform into human form, are you really willing to be a spirit beast for cultivators for the rest of your life?!"
"etc……"
"To submit to a cultivator and be so smug, you have utterly disgraced the fox clan!" he continued.
“You did the same thing.” Xi Wu Daojun couldn’t help but speak up when he saw the black fox holding its paw in its mouth with a look of shame on its face.
How can I be the same?
Why are you different?
"Shushu and I are true love!" Since it's true love, of course I can curl up into a fluffy ball and throw a tantrum, begging to be taken care of. This is pure and great love! Xiao Xuan felt that her situation was completely different.
Xi Wu Daojun was stunned by the fox's shamelessness.
He never expected that this fox could become so annoying after it could transform into human form.
Under Xiao Xuan's reprimand, the black fox took a deep breath, revealing a determined look. It jumped out of Xi Wu Dao Jun's arms and landed on the stone table in front of Shen Wang Shu. It looked at her for a moment, raised its dark paws, and revealed its identity.
"The Black Fox King?" Shen Wangshu asked it with a smile.
The black fox reluctantly nodded its little head, but it hesitated for a moment and looked behind it at Xi Wu Dao Jun, whom it had kept hidden until now and had always treated as an ordinary fox.
As expected, Daoist Xiwu looked astonished and disappointed, as if he was stunned by the answer.
His thin lips trembled as he stared blankly at the black fox, who had turned his head away from his gaze. After a long while, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"So, I was really lucky, and I really was once so close to the Black Fox King." His gaze seemed to turn somewhat bitter. The Black Fox became increasingly agitated, chasing its tail around the stone table for a while before roaring loudly at the young man.
But the voice was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, and seemed to be a little at a loss. It saw the young man sigh, as if trying to face it with his usual attitude, and extend his slender and beautiful hand to it. After hesitating for a moment, it still impatiently jumped into the young man's arm and habitually rubbed against his clothes.
It lay down, opened its mouth, and let the young man feed it the elixir.
Clearly, the Black Fox King had granted this ugly human the opportunity to serve him.
"Why don't you transform into human form?" This fox eats elixirs like candy, yet refuses to transform, prompting Shen Wangshu to ask curiously.
Black Fox fell silent.
"It was almost back to the Nascent Soul stage." Daoist Xiwu was also very anxious, but at this moment, he just gently rubbed the black fox's ears.
His calmness softened the black fox's eyes considerably.
However, it is clear that Shen Wangshu despises Xi Wu Daojun's alchemy skills even more.
This senior brother has probably squandered all his savings. The spiritual herbs he used to refine the elixir could have given birth to three Nascent Soul cultivators, yet he still hasn't been able to restore the Black Fox. Shen Wangshu felt contempt, but she also knew that if Daoist Xiwu were to suffer another heartbreak, he would definitely fight her to the death. So she kept quiet and slowly said, "I see that your aura is also fluctuating around the Nascent Soul stage. At least your demon core is stable. At this point, you should already be able to transform into human form."
Of course, forced transformation has side effects.
Shen Wangshu stroked Xiao Xuan's suddenly excited tail with a blank expression.
Black Fox hesitated for a moment.
It hesitated as it looked at Xi Wu Daojun, who was looking at it expectantly. After much consideration, it was about to wave its claws to refuse when it heard a girl's wailing outside Shen Wangshu's cave.
The sound grew louder as it approached, quickly reaching the outside of Shen Wangshu's cave. Then, a young girl in faded, worn clothes burst in. Three glaring, blood-red scars marred her delicate features on one cheek. She rushed in, but seeing no one—not even Shen Wangshu or the others—she looked only at Daoist Xiwu and threw herself at him, weeping bitterly.
"Xi Wu!"
As if grasping at a straw, she proactively revealed her dependence on Daoist Xiwu.
Daoist Xiwu frowned, flung her away, not allowing her to touch him, and said with barely concealed disgust, "What kind of place is this, where you dare to act so presumptuously!"
They just barge into the caves of Nascent Soul cultivators like they're nothing. Do they really think they can just walk around the sect like they own the place?
He didn't harbor much resentment towards Ling'er when he broke off the engagement; after all, relationships are all about fate, aren't they? However, seeing her so arrogant and rude now, he felt disgusted.
Something serious must have happened, and you're thinking about him again?
"Xiwu, I know I was wrong, please don't be angry with me." Seeing Xiwu Daojun's heartlessness towards her, and thinking of the arrangements her family had made for her, Ling'er felt utterly hopeless. She lay on the ground, crying, utterly lost and pitiful, sobbing, "They want me to marry an old man! He's so ugly, and he even has a cultivation partner... calling me, calling me..."
Her family knew she had offended Daoist Xiwu and broken off their engagement, so they were terrified, fearing they would be punished for their actions. This time, they finally managed to find a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator to rely on, and asked her to marry him.
But when Ling'er saw the tall, middle-aged cultivator, she realized how rare and distinguished Daoist Xiwu was.
"He calls me a concubine, but that old man specializes in unorthodox practices and wants to use me as a furnace!" Ling'er realized that not all high-level cultivators have a kind heart.
She heard that countless concubines of this man had died from his excessive sexual exploitation, and she was terrified, trembling all over. She couldn't help but prostrate herself on the ground, looking up and crying, "Compared to him, I only want to marry you! You're the one who truly loves me!" She paused, choking back tears, and added, "From now on, I'll learn to love you properly too..."
Her pitiful appearance, coupled with her confident and condescending words, immediately caused the black fox, who was refusing to transform and was still raising its claws, to let out a shriek.
A beam of black light landed on Xiwu Daojun's lap, and in the blink of an eye, a woman with black hair and black eyes, a bewitching face, and a gloomy expression stood in front of Ling'er, looking down at her.
Behind her, Daoist Xiwu stretched out his sinful hands toward a fluffy tail.
"I'll kill you!" The woman turned her head and threatened the young man who coveted her unrecoverable tail with murderous intent.
The young man smiled gently.
"Let me touch you," he said in a very ingratiating tone, without even looking at Ling'er.
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