Disguised as a Sickly Beautiful Fox to Seduce the Righteous Fairy - Chapter 13

In the grand hall of the Lingyun Immortal Sect,

A white-haired man glared at the elders kneeling before him, so furious that the teacup in his hand trembled and fell.

“You useless lot! I tasked you with finding Yingxue’s whereabouts, yet after all this time, you’ve accomplished nothing!”

“How am I supposed to face Yingxue’s late mother now?”

The elders prostrated on the ground dared not utter a word. They all knew Meng Yingxue was the sect master’s most treasured disciple—brilliant and talented, renowned among the immortal sects despite her young age.

“Sect Master, please calm your anger. We did investigate, but the secret realm was perilous, tainted with demonic energy… That’s why Elder Chifeng and I returned to report to you.”

Hearing the crucial details in his words, the man seated in the sect master’s hall finally reined in his rage. He stroked his chin with a finger, his expression a mix of cold indifference, mockery, and nonchalance.

“Very well. Then we shall set out immediately for that anomalous place.”

“And rescue my missing disciple.”

Once he located his disciple, he had countless ways to punish those insolent demons who dared overstep their bounds.

“Yes! With the Sect Master’s aid,”

“Success is assured!”

The elders of the Lingyun Immortal Sect scrambled to their feet, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

After all, when the sect master was angry, the consequences were anything but ordinary!

……

Bound once again from head to toe,

Meng Yingxue frowned as she watched the fox demon playfully twirl her lifebound spirit sword in its palm.

“Since I’ve already helped Your Majesty heal, why must you still guard against me like this?”

What exactly was this fox demon thinking? Meng Yingxue found it increasingly difficult to decipher. Her lifebound sword had reached the state of “Sword and Soul as One”—any touch upon it resonated within her.

“Frostblaze… What a fine sword indeed.”

Gripping the hilt, Shen Xi admired the legendary weapon from the original story—the very sword the female protagonist had used to slay gods, demons, and all manner of foes. A sense of awe washed over her.

It felt like she’d just gotten behind the wheel of a luxury sports car.

“Forged with thousand-year mystic ice from the mountain peaks, icy to the touch… The craftsmanship is impeccable.”

This was probably the only chance she’d ever get to hold the female lead’s lifebound sword.

“Though, Immortal Maiden, it seems you haven’t been maintaining it well.”

Noticing a crack on the scabbard, Shen Xi took a light sniff and immediately deduced where the sword had been damaged.

“Your Majesty… Please stop touching it like that. I can feel it.”

Meng Yingxue sighed inwardly. Was this really the person the voice in her head had called her future dao companion—her destined wife?

Her fingers froze. Shen Xi felt a pang of embarrassment.

She swore she hadn’t known about this setting!!! Come on, her brain wasn’t some supercomputer—how was she supposed to remember all these obscure details when reading the novel?

But what she thought internally and how she presented herself had to be two different things!

If she showed weakness in front of the female lead now, wouldn’t that just paint a target on her back? The moment Yingxue got the chance to escape, she’d probably put a bullet in her first.

Scheming was a bad habit.

She had to quit it. Absolutely had to!

“Host, this system has detected a large number of NPCs gathering toward your location. Beware of potential ambushes!”

Shen Xi: “…”

Could it be that wretched old man—the female lead’s master?

These days, tragic stories aren’t popular anymore. Especially those filled with abuse and gut-wrenching plots—they make people want to vomit from disgust!

“Even if you sense them, what does it matter? Right now, the immortal maiden is my prisoner. I can do whatever I please.”

Meng Yingxue, who had just finished healing the fox demon and had her vital energy drained, fell into silence.

Indeed, her junior sisters were right—the schemes of demonkind ran deep. For a cultivator like her who spent years secluded atop mountain peaks immersed in cultivation, it was truly difficult to handle.

“You claim she will become my wife, my dao companion in the future… yet right now, I don’t seem to stand a chance against her.”

Her previous confidence now felt like wildfire doused by rain. Meng Yingxue glanced again at the fox demon.

Could growing up in the demon realm have exposed this fox to so much that her methods became this sharp?

The price she paid for this second chance at life might have been too steep.

For cultivators, romantic ties could be decorative blossoms, but never shackles binding one’s entire existence.

Meng Yingxue understood this well.

“Host, don’t worry. Foxes are naturally playful creatures—they maintain strong curiosity toward newly captured prey.”

Meng Yingxue: “…”

This explanation explained nothing.

As the head disciple of Lingyun Immortal Sect, how could she not understand the habits of demons and monsters?

Fox demons enjoyed slowly tormenting their captives, while demons preferred studying human cooking methods to consume them as delicacies.

To demons, higher-level cultivators were nothing but tender, delectable feasts.

Some demonic races even mimicked these behaviors to accelerate their cultivation and breakthrough realms faster.

Though proper demonic cultivators strongly opposed such practices.

As demons, surviving heavenly tribulations was already a one-in-ten chance. Adding karmic debts of life and death would make the tribulations impossible to overcome—being struck down by heavenly wrath and turned into charred meat would be their only fate.

“However, if you wish to ‘conquer’ successfully, host, I do have ingenious strategies—though I wonder if you’d be willing to employ them?”

“Speak your mind. It’s not like I can go anywhere tied up like this.”

Ignoring the physical sensations, Meng Yingxue leaned against the cabinet, watching Shen Xi’s white fox ears twitch and tail swish through the air.

“The first strategy—the suspension bridge effect!”

“What’s that?”

Ahem… In simpler terms, it’s when you’re both trapped in an array formation, relying on each other to break free—thereby fostering affection!”

“That won’t work. Currently, I’m the only one trapped here.”

Her inky hair cascaded messily as Meng Yingxue struggled against the ropes binding her.

“The second strategy—learn fox demon habits to ‘conquer’ the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon Sovereign.”

“That’s equally impossible… While I understand fox customs, I cannot emulate them.”

Biting her thin lip, Meng Yingxue grew flushed recalling the descriptions she’d read in ancient texts.

Among fox clans, the gesture of affection involves mutual grooming by licking each other’s fur, while courtship or expressing intimacy is shown by entwining tails with another fox.

But as a human, she lacked all these traits—it wasn’t as if ears and a tail would suddenly sprout from her, right?

Though transformation magic might work, Meng Yingxue sighed. If she truly had to learn shapeshifting, she’d have to turn into a fox herself.

“Host, don’t panic! I have a third brilliant plan—this one will definitely work!”

Meng Yingxue closed her eyes, no longer holding out hope.

“Speak quickly, no riddles.”