Disguised as a Sickly Beautiful Fox to Seduce the Righteous Fairy - Chapter 27

“Congratulations, Host! Your favorability points have increased by one. With this, you’ve gained another hundred points, unlocking more items for exchange!”

During a brief respite, Meng Yingxue heard the system’s prompt in her mind and could see the accumulated points.

“Exchange another bottle of ‘Essence Replenishment Pills’ for me.”

“One moment, Host! Deducting ten points now!”

Feeling the additional bottle appear in her spatial ring, Meng Yingxue finally exhaled in relief.

Just moments ago, the fox had drained yet more of her vital energy through their intimate exchange, leaving her dizzy and weak-limbed, unable to even rise from the bed.

Only after swallowing an “Essence Replenishment Pill” would she regain enough strength to move.

“Do other people exert this much effort when courting? Or is it just my lack of skill that makes it so exhausting?”

Meng Yingxue suspected the system in her mind was well-traveled and knowledgeable—perhaps even versed in matters like these.

At the very least, it had to be more experienced than her, a complete novice.

“Eh… Why would you say that, Host?”

“Host, you’re the most naturally gifted I’ve encountered. Though your technique is indeed unrefined, your ability to tease is top-tier.”

Tease…

Just who was teasing whom here?

Meng Yingxue turned her head to look at the fox, now curled into a snowy ball, and couldn’t resist running her fingers through its fur.

She marveled inwardly—such pure white fur was exceptionally rare among fox-kind. The Demon Lord’s mother, the previous ruler, had been of the fox clan’s royal bloodline.

In her past life spanning millennia, Meng Yingxue had never kept a spirit pet. She’d only occasionally rescued trafficked or abused spirit beasts from black markets and slave streets.

But now, having a spirit companion didn’t seem so bad.

At the very least, it was lovely to watch while sleeping.

Sensing fingers combing through its fur, Shen Xi’s golden eyes snapped open to find Meng Yingxue’s face drawing near.

“May I—hug the Demon Lord?”

What was with that earnest tone?!

Truthfully, on the first night, Shen Xi had struggled to adjust to sleeping curled up as a fox. But by the second and third nights, she’d perfectly adapted to the fox’s instincts.

There was no helping it—being a fluffy snowball with limbs tucked in was just too comfortable.

It was a joy humans could never experience!

Hahahaha! How wonderful it was to not be human!

“Given your diligent efforts in healing this lord earlier, I shall grant you this mercy—you may hold me.”

“But not for too long. Otherwise… where would this lord’s dignity be?”

The protagonist needed some reward, but not enough to grow complacent.

Otherwise, wouldn’t that just make the conquest harder?

Tucking her furry head back in, the snow-white fox gave a little shake before Meng Yingxue scooped her into an embrace.

She’d seen larger fox spirits before, but this petite form—close to a normal fox’s size—was a first.

Fingers sinking into warmth, Meng Yingxue held her breath and rested her cheek against the Demon Lord’s snowy fur.

The teardrop mole disappeared into the snow as she caught the pleasant scent of fox—it must be the aroma from the medicinal bath pool here.

The faint fragrance of spiritual herbs was nearly seeping into her very being.

The Demon Lord must have been injured these past few days, hence the strong medicinal smell from the healing process.

Unbothered by being moved, Shen Xi continued sleeping. The greatest perk of being the Demon Lord was undoubtedly waking up naturally—no alarm clocks needed.

This feeling? Absolutely euphoric.

“Demon Lord! Trouble—Demon Lord!”

“The defensive arrays we set up are about to be breached!”

The clamor outside made Shen Xi lift her petite fox head, her black paws kneading the blankets in annoyance.

Her tail unfurled in an instant, lightly brushing against Meng Yingxue.

“What about the other Demon Lords?”

“How are they holding up?”

Surely, the elite forces she had summoned couldn’t have been… swatted away like flies? That would be utterly humiliating.

Starting today, the Demon Realm might truly become the laughingstock of the three realms!

“Reporting to the Demon Lord, the other lords are still holding on! But… cracks have already appeared in the sky above the Demon Realm…”

These pests were relentless. If the female lead didn’t want to return to her sect, she should reflect on herself.

What was the point of dragging Shen Xi into this mess every single day?

Besides, the female lead was now her target to win over—what did that perverted old geezer have to do with it?

Just because he was the leader of the human cultivators didn’t mean he could do whatever he pleased. She was a Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, after all.

Why didn’t she just go slaughter a sect for fun?

Once she recovered from her injuries, she’d lead her demonic army to teach that old fool a lesson.

Let him experience what it felt like to have someone banging gongs and drums right above his head!

In the midst of her sulking, Shen Xi suddenly felt weightless as Meng Yingxue lifted her into her arms.

“My Lord, since my master refuses to let me go, I’ll speak to him myself.”

Meng Yingxue had already prepared her words. She knew her master wouldn’t give up—not until he saw her corpse. The elders of the Hundred Sects wouldn’t retreat.

They would keep besieging the Demon Realm, ensuring the demons knew no peace.

Her gaze lowered as she watched the snow-white fluffball in her hands squirm. Warm paw pads pressed against her palm before Shen Xi leaped down, landing gracefully on a wooden chair nearby.

Her tail cushioned against the seat as she looked up at Meng Yingxue, convinced the girl must have lost her mind from a high fever.

No—this was what they called “righteous heroics” in the orthodox path.

Heh. Practically no different from suicide.

That stubborn old man wouldn’t change his mind just because of a few words from Meng Yingxue.

—Obstinate and self-righteous.

Those four words described him perfectly.

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“If your master comes for you, drags you back, and hangs you from the sect hall’s rafters to beat you black and blue—would you still go?”

Hearing the fox’s choice of words, Meng Yingxue chuckled softly. “Master has done that before, but I never had the… honor. That treatment was mostly reserved for… less gifted junior brothers.”

“Less gifted”—those words had always been the benchmark for disciples under the Lingyun Immortal Sect’s master.

Meng Yingxue was the only one who met the standards, and the only person the Mystic Void Sect Leader could trust without reservation.

“But this time is different, Fairy. This venerable one is the Demon Lord that everyone wants dead. If you stay with me… you’ll become a target of their hatred too.”

White mist swirled faintly before Shen Xi’s true form materialized. Her fingers brushed against Meng Yingxue’s thin outer robe, lightly tugging—and just like that, the garment closed neatly.

It concealed the delicate collarbones that had been exposed moments before.

“They might even start rumors about how this venerable one has… defiled you. Isn’t that right, Fairy?”

“My dear, dear Fairy.”