Disguised as a Sickly Beautiful Fox to Seduce the Righteous Fairy - Chapter 18

“Elder, this formation is truly sinister. How is it that our Mystic Seven Ultimate Sword Formation has no effect on it?”

Fingers pressed against cold blades, sweat beaded on the brows of several elders. Their lips pressed tightly together as they began to sense something amiss.

If this were an ordinary demonic formation, why would it be so difficult to break?

“It seems a formidable power has intervened below, preventing our Mystic Seven Ultimate Sword Formation from taking effect.”

“These demons are utterly lawless! How dare they abduct my disciple without consequence? Once we break this formation, I’ll make sure they experience the agony of being skinned alive!”

“I’ll grind their bones to dust!”

Clenching his fists, the man in green robes channeled his full power, the strands of hair at his forehead fluttering from the force.

Then, cracks began to spiderweb across the demonic runes!

The watching elders of the Lingyun Immortal Sect grew excited, silently praising their sect leader—his prowess spoke for itself!

…

Standing at the center of the demonic formation, Meng Yingxue drew “Frost Ember” from her waist. In an instant, snowflakes swirled, and ice crystals scattered.

The demon guards on either side froze in shock. This delicate, ethereal human fairy had just recently been in the Demon Lord’s crimson tent—how had she emerged today?

This was the Demon Realm, the Demon Lord’s stronghold. For a human cultivator to walk these lands without his permission was absolutely unthinkable.

“Mo You, I’ve come to assist you.”

Speaking these “treasonous” words no longer filled Meng Yingxue with guilt.

Her master’s reckless assault on the demon realm—was it truly just to save her? He had never cared for the lives of her fellow disciples.

Barging into the formation like this—wasn’t it no different from kicking down a door?

Meng Yingxue wanted no part of her master’s hypocritical pity. From this day forward, she would sever the “painful memories” of watching her juniors die before her eyes.

No longer would she force herself to sacrifice everything for the Lingyun Immortal Sect, nor for the so-called greater good of the world.

Her frost-laden sword traced an elegant arc before the demons, then she leveled the blade before her.

A fingertip pressed lightly against its edge.

A drop of crimson bl00d fell, sinking into the black formation core.

“Qian Heaven tilts, Xun Wind stills—Li Fire dims, Kan Water freezes.”

Meng Yingxue’s voice was melodious. Sitting atop her fluffy white tail, Shen Xi watched the heroine weave her formation, admiration rising in her heart.

While many readers criticized the heroine as a “naive saint” in the novel, Shen Xi disagreed.

If strength meant bearing responsibility, protecting the weak around you—that too was a kind of charm.

Besides, the heroine wasn’t blindly protective.

Those standing behind her were the juniors she had watched grow up since childhood. Humans could hardly sever such bonds.

In an instant, the world fell silent!

Gasping for breath, Meng Yingxue’s grip on her sword began to weaken, yet she refused to relent.

She would not bow to fate!

“Zhen Thunder mutes… Gen Mountain stands, Dui Marsh dries, Kun Earth silences!”

A ringing filled her ears, yet Meng Yingxue felt strangely at ease. She resented humanity, resented her master, resented the entire Lingyun Immortal Sect.

But the only thing she wanted was to save the junior brother and sister she couldn’t save centuries ago.

Call it making up for regrets, call it a guilty conscience—Meng Yingxue didn’t care.

Reincarnation and rebirth—to her, it simply meant a second chance to right her wrongs.

Even if the cost was her own romantic fate.

Meng Yingxue had no regrets.

At least that fox was quite good-looking, wasn’t it?

The shaking of the world finally stopped, and Shen Xi felt as if she had just been freed from a violently shaken lemon tea shaker at a bubble tea shop.

“This little lady has some skill, stronger than the useless fool I imagined.”

A flirtatious woman in purple robes sat down beside her. The Rain Guardian looked at Shen Xi with “seductive, half-lidded eyes.”

“Xi’er, you’ve got good taste.”

“The incantation she just recited—wasn’t that the one to sever an array?”

“These days, intelligent humans are rare, especially ones who know exactly how to counter a spell~”

The Rain Guardian, who had been observing from afar, had considered intervening, but before she could act, a graceful human woman emerged from the crowd of demons.

Her bearing was indescribably strange.

Though clearly a young, inexperienced human barely a century old, the way she held her sword was as if—she had spent millennia slaying demons.

How bizarre.

“Xi’er, how did you convince her… to defect?”

“Could it be that a single sip of her essence had such an effect?”

When it came to bewitching hearts and ensnaring souls,

the demons couldn’t compare to the fox tribe. Even she had willingly followed Xi’er’s birth mother to build this vast demon realm.

“Auntie Rain, you flatter me too much.”

“I don’t know why she doesn’t want to return to her sect and insists on staying in our demon realm… My guess? Probably some conflict with her sect.”

As an avid reader of xianxia novels, Shen Xi was well-versed in stories about small-fry cultivators clawing their way up the ranks in major sects.

The scheming and backstabbing in those sects were no less intense than palace dramas. With limited cultivation resources, unless you were exceptionally talented, you wouldn’t survive without at least eight hundred tricks up your sleeve.

Otherwise, you’d just end up as garnish on someone else’s plate.

And that was the best-case scenario.

Some didn’t even get a seat at the table.

But even if the female lead wanted to leave, she wouldn’t let her.

What could she do? She was the one who had impulsively chosen the third romance target.

Only by stealing the female lead’s heart and becoming an “arsonist of affection” could Shen Xi earn her chance at reincarnation—along with ten extravagant wishes.

And when that time came, she’d definitely wish—Let me be a gorgeous man/woman in the capital in my next life!

And maybe throw in a little family wealth while she was at it!

Since she had already died properly in her past life, her body even cremated, there was nothing left to cling to.

Shen Xi sighed inwardly. Even if she could go back, she had no desire to return to that pain-ridden body.

Any semblance of a happy family had long been eroded by box after box of expensive medication.

Her parents fought constantly, but Shen Xi didn’t blame them. To treat her incurable illness, they had drained their savings.

Even taken on debt.

What was there to blame?

In the end, she had even refused further treatment, ready to wait for death.

To be fair, her parents had done everything they could as parents—they’d truly gone above and beyond.

The Rain Guardian was just about to respond when a demon from below suddenly shouted, “Demon Lord! Rain Guardian! Trouble!”

“That fragile human fairy has collapsed!”

Shen Xi: “…”

I told you not to push yourself!

Do protagonists always have to show off like this?!

Her fox tail coiled as she gracefully descended from the sky, landing beside Meng Yingxue.

Shen Xi grabbed Meng Yingxue’s arm and pulled her slender frame into her embrace.

Her other tails wrapped tightly around Meng Yingxue, ensuring the heroine wouldn’t slip from her grasp.

“See, Host? I wasn’t wrong—your future wife does care about you!”