Self-destruction
The fox demon revealed its true form: a purple-furred fox, even larger than the minotaur they had encountered before.
At the base of its furry tail, there was a conspicuous wound. The fur on the wound had been cut off, revealing bright red flesh and deeply visible white bone.
The fox's eyes were bloodshot, as if it had gone mad, and it kept howling.
Rong Yan covered his ears in pain.
The spirit sword, which had been lying motionless on the ground, stirred and flew automatically to his left.
Rong Yan narrowed one eye, gripped the hilt of his sword firmly, and hid in a corner.
The fox demon said that to tame a spirit sword, one must undergo a test; the spirit sword's willingness to obey his commands depends on his performance.
Now is his time to prove himself, but the fox spirit sister is such a kind person, he can't bring himself to do it.
"Sister Fox Demon..." Rong Yan held up his sword, taking each step with difficulty, and spoke with difficulty.
"Little brother, are you going to kill me?" The fox demon spoke in human language, retaining human intelligence.
One is righteous, the other is evil; the fox demon is on the evil side, and Rong Yan must eliminate it.
This is the final test for Lingjian. If he cannot bring himself to do it, then he is cowardly and indecisive.
If you can successfully defeat the fox demon, and possess both courage and wisdom, you will be favored by the spirit sword.
"I'm sorry..." he said apologetically. The temptation to increase his power was too great, and he couldn't refuse.
At this crucial moment, if it were my senior sister, she certainly wouldn't be as indecisive as he was.
The fox demon grimaced in pain, its severed tail calling out, along with that little girl Jin Feng...
This is the Hidden Sword Pavilion, which contains countless magical formations and restrictions to suppress all evil spirits.
The fox demon's cultivation had been weakened, and the pills could only maintain the wounds and prevent them from worsening. Now, facing a mere youth, she felt uncertain about her chances.
Rong Yan ran over shouting, gripping his sword in both hands and slashing wildly without any strategy.
Seeing that he showed no mercy, the fox demon sneered inwardly and swept Rong Yan to the ground with her tail.
He scrambled to his feet, and the sword techniques he had learned in the sect came flooding back to him. Following his memory, he performed a few sword flourishes, move by move.
The sword's edge clashed with the fox's claw, sparks flying.
Forced back several steps by the impact, Rong Yan channeled his spiritual energy into his sword and attacked again.
With the added power, the fox demon couldn't dodge. The sword pierced its claw, and with a soft splatter, blood splattered all over its face.
The fox demon, in pain, slapped Rong Yan away with a single blow.
Despite the excruciating pain, Rong Yan was unable to control the spirit sword no matter what he tried to do when he tried to attack again.
why is that?
The fox demon looked at her wound, which showed no signs of corrosion or black smoke, and said firmly, "You're a demon?!"
"Impossible—" Rong Yan retorted instinctively, "I'm not a demon!"
"No wonder you don't have spiritual roots." The fox demon raised its claws and exhaled a wisp of pink smoke, the wound on its palm slowly healing.
The biggest difference between demons and cultivators lies in their cultivation methods; ordinary people who want to cultivate must have spiritual roots.
Even with the best talent, without spiritual roots, it's all the same as having nothing.
The origin of demon cultivation is the demon core; the greater the power of the demon core, the stronger the demon's power.
To enhance one's demon core, one must continuously cultivate. The fox clan uses charm to absorb the essence of others, the silkworm demon consolidates its strength by devouring the blood of others, and the Fate Master uses the power of the soul to solidify its foundation.
There is a particularly abhorrent cultivation method in the immortal sects: evil cultivation, which involves forcibly extracting spiritual roots and seizing the power of others to continuously improve one's cultivation level.
"No, you're a half-demon." The fox demon revealed his true form, and both sides suppressed their killing intent.
In a panic, Rong Yan discarded the spirit sword, unwilling to admit the truth.
He hid for so long, but one day he was finally discovered.
He was once a powerless little demon in his tribe. Apart from having a pair of good hands and feet and a human body, he had no characteristics of a demon.
Aside from being able to sense demonic energy, there was nothing special about it.
His kinsmen had the eyes of an eagle, the ears of a cat, and the wings of a bird.
He alone looked almost identical to a human.
His people say that he is the illegitimate child of a demoness and a human man, which is why he has such a useless body.
His companions teased him and took pleasure in tormenting him. Later, he learned to show weakness, which resulted in even more brutal beatings.
He escaped and ended up in Lanxi Town, where he was adopted by a kind couple.
"You think you can hide your identity by hiding in the immortal sect?" The fox demon had a hundred years of cultivation and the strength of the early Golden Core stage. If it weren't for this sword strike, she would never have discovered Rong Yan's secret.
"Will you tell anyone?" Rong Yan stood there, pale and powerless, his eyes filled with disappointment.
"We are of the same kind. Because of that sword strike you just delivered, this matter depends on my mood." Having been stabbed, the fox demon's agitated mood subsided considerably. A sudden pang of fear shot through her; she felt a strong pull from her tail and knew she had to get out as soon as possible.
In that moment of distraction, Rong Yan seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. The fox demon reacted and slapped the spirit sword away.
They are of the same kind, fighting is meaningless, and the spirit sword is now just a piece of scrap metal.
"You brat, you want to kill me?!" The fox demon was furious and grabbed its ear, yelling, "Even if you kill me, you still won't be able to tame it!"
“If I kill you, no one will know my secret,” Rong Yan said with a complicated expression.
"You're really stubborn." The fox demon rolled her eyes in anger. "What good would it do me to tell anyone?"
The question is whether to let her out or save that girl, Wu Jinfeng.
"You mean..." Rong Yan belatedly realized, and the coldness in his eyes faded.
"There's a formation suppressing me here, I can't get out, I can only rely on you to take me." Now, taming the spirit sword is just one step away. As long as the spirit sword is willing to acknowledge her as its master, her chances of getting out will be much greater.
"One of us must die," the fox demon said indifferently.
The two are of the same kind; if they fight, it will be tantamount to killing each other. If Rong Yan were to kill her with his own hands, that would be the last vestige of his humanity being extinguished.
The spirit sword would never approve, so the fox demon already had a plan. As if it were her dying words, she said to Rong Yan, "Little brother, when you leave here later, remember to do two things for me: First, there is a person named Wu Jinfeng in the manor, she is my junior sister, be sure to bring her back to Huan Sect. Second, please tell the emperor in the capital that I will remember him for the rest of my life."
"Sister Fox Demon, what are you going to do?"
Rong Yan felt his mind was in a mess, especially after what the fox demon had said—Junior Sister, Wu Jinfeng, the Emperor, and so on. There were too many names to remember.
And what did the fox demon sister mean? Was it her last words?
But if he does this, can he really gain the recognition of the spirit sword?
If his senior knew all this, would she approve of his choice?
No, he can't do that. If his senior sister finds out that the fox demon committed suicide and his half-demon identity is exposed, she will definitely kill him herself.
My senior sister hates evil people more than anything. If she knew his true identity, she would never forgive him.
The thought of his senior sister's cold gaze was unbearable. Rather than waiting for trouble to happen, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
The fox demon closed her eyes in silence as she cast a spell, but then she heard a whooshing sound.
Rong Yan stood frozen in place, gripping the hilt of his sword, as the blade of the spirit sword pierced through his body.
He used all his strength to avoid too much pain, but because the wound was too deep, the blank look on his face froze, and the color gradually faded.
"Rong Yan—" The fox demon hugged his limp body, her face showing little emotion.
In her life, she met two kind-hearted people: the current emperor and Rong Yan.
Rong Yan's pupils lost their light, his limbs gradually stiffened, and his only thought was of his senior sister.
"It hurts so much..." Tears fell like large pearls, dripping onto the back of the fox demon's hand.
"Don't worry, your sister won't let you die."
She'd already lost one, so she wouldn't mind losing another. After all, the most precious one had already been cut off; there was nothing left to lose.
The fox felt as if her soul was being torn apart as she cut off her tail. She personally pulled the sword out of Rong Yan's body, aimed it at her own tail, and slashed it down with all her might.
The spirit sword drew blood, its hum accompanied by a bright light—a sign that it was about to recognize a master!
The severed tail floated in his palm, and the fox demon condensed the tail into power, transferring it into Rong Yan's body.
New energy surged in, filling the long-empty dantian.
Rong Yan's body floated slowly in the air, enveloped by a warm current. After the fox tail was completely integrated, he fell from the sky.
The spirit sword suddenly flew out and caught Rong Yan as he fell.
Rong Yan's wounds were healing, and the dripping blood was absorbed by the spirit sword.
The spirit sword recognized its master, and her efforts were not in vain.
Now we just have to wait for Rong Yan to wake up.
"What did you do to your aunt?!" Wu Jinfeng got off the bed and attacked Song Qingyun.
Song Qingyun, mindful of her pregnant status, kept hiding, never expecting that she would use magic.
Du Shaoyou tried to escape when no one was paying attention, but Lin Yueyao seized the opportunity and drew her sword, holding it horizontally in front of him.
The look in his eyes spoke volumes.
The fox tail inside the spirit pouch was throbbing violently. The closer Wu Jinfeng got, the more restless the fox tail became, making people uneasy.
Song Qingyun untied it and tossed it to Lin Yueyao, who caught it easily and stuffed it into her sleeve.
Wu Jinfeng immediately changed direction and attacked Lin Yueyao.
Du Shaoyou was also by Lin Yueyao's side. She could dodge, but Du Shaoyou couldn't. The two fell to the ground, and Du Shaoyou quickly checked her stomach.
"I want to avenge my aunt!" Wu Jinfeng got up again.
"Jin Feng—" Du Shaoyou tried to bring her back to her senses.
"Don't stop me—" Wu Jinfeng pushed him away with frightening force, "How did Auntie's tail end up with you?! What have you done to Auntie?"
Du Shaoyou dared not step forward, but Song Qingyun stopped him from leaving, watching the two fighting inside the house.
Wu Jinfeng possessed some cultivation, and judging from her moves, she should be from a cultivation sect. However, due to her pregnancy and heavy body, she could not harm Lin Yueyao.
Lin Yueyao easily caught her, but just as she was about to make a move, she didn't know how, when the spirit sword came flying through the air.
"Clang—" Wen Qing blocked the attack.
Rong Yan and the fox demon rushed over and stood side by side.
"Rong Yan?" Lin Yueyao frowned. "Come here."
How could my junior brother be standing with such a monster?
"Senior Sister." Rong Yan's face lit up with a joyful smile, his eyes glancing at Wu Jinfeng in her hand, his delight widening even further. "Sister—"
Lin Yueyao frowned, and Wu Jinfeng, in her shock and anger, saw Shangguan Zhi unharmed and said, "Aunt."
Shangguan Zhi sighed, "Silly girl."
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