Disguised as a Sickly Beautiful Fox to Seduce the Righteous Fairy - Chapter 31

This thunderous move completely stunned the elders and sect leaders of the various immortal sects.

“You… damn fox!”

“I swear I’ll tear you… limb from limb!”

“I won’t let any of you get away with—”

Before he could finish, Xuan Xu, overwhelmed with rage, spat out another mouthful of bl00d.

The spray of crimson mist covered him entirely, a sight that sent chills down one’s spine.

“Sect Leader! Sect Leader, you mustn’t fall now!”

The elders of the Lingyun Immortal Sect immediately dropped to their knees, their hearts wrenched with agony at the sight.

“Disaster strikes!”

“The Sect Leader has collapsed from fury!”

Listening to the panicked shouts echoing from the heavens above, Shen Xi felt quite pleased.

She refused to believe these NPCs could still stand in the way of her system.

The massive nine-tailed fox hovering above slowly unfurled its form, its nine tails stretching like the nine hands of a Buddha. Shen Xi’s voice reverberated across the sky.

“Puny humans, how dare you invade this venerable one’s demonic domain! Retreat at once, or I’ll make you regret it!”

With Xuan Xu collapsing from sheer rage, the gathered immortal sects lost their pillar of leadership. Moreover, they had already begun to waver, unwilling to engage in a prolonged battle with the numerous demon lords below.

“No… we can’t retreat yet!”

“We still haven’t rescued Senior Sister!”

A young man with a fresh face frowned, his gaze sweeping over the abyss beneath the heavens. Worry was etched across his features.

He could barely even grip his lifebound sword steadily.

“You can’t just retreat! How could you abandon Senior Sister alone in the demonic domain?!”

Amidst the chaotic clamor, Shen Xi finally pulled her lips away from Meng Yingxue’s soft ones.

Hmm… so this is what kissing feels like. It really is just like the novels describe.

Quite pleasant. Quite exhilarating.

With a flick of her tail, Shen Xi pulled Meng Yingxue even closer. Glancing up, she caught sight of that youthful face.

Instantly, Shen Xi identified the character in her mind—”The Fiery-Tempered, Spicy Junior Brother.”

“Congratulations, Host! Correct NPC identification—reward: 1 point!”

Shen Xi: “…”

If you don’t want to give points, just say so.

What can I even buy with one point? A speck of dust?

Still, the system’s confirmation was useful—it saved her from wild guesses.

That face, though.

She was definitely going on her blacklist.

Next time they met, she’d block him on sight and slap him for good measure.

As she savored the lingering taste on her lips, Meng Yingxue found herself inexplicably filled with sweetness.

“Meng Yingxue’s Favorability +1!”

Hearing the sudden notification, Shen Xi turned her head in confusion, glancing at Meng Yingxue.

To her surprise, Meng Yingxue showed no trace of anger at being “taken liberties with.” Instead, she seemed… thoroughly content.

Shen Xi’s fox tail twitched nervously.

Honestly, humans with beauty marks… they’re practically succubus!

“Junior brothers and sisters, I left the Lingyun Immortal Sect of my own will. The Demon Lord did not abduct me.”

“From this day forward, I—Meng Yingxue—will no longer be your senior sister, nor the head disciple of the Lingyun Immortal Sect.”

Her words were deliberate, spoken with absolute conviction.

Meng Yingxue was bidding farewell to the juniors she had trained alongside for years.

Having lived a second life, she had no interest in reminiscing. Her decision would inevitably pit her against them sooner or later.

Better to sever ties from the start.

Hearing these words from their once rigid and rule-abiding senior sister, the other disciples of the Lingyun Immortal Sect couldn’t help but feel reluctant, shaking their heads with tears in their eyes.

Yet with elders present, they dared not speak further.

Fearful of facing punishment upon return, or worse—being mercilessly expelled from the sect.

“Senior sister, this isn’t true, is it?”

“If someone must trade their life, take mine instead!”

“My life isn’t worth much!”

Listening to the heart-wrenching cries of this “fiery-tempered, mischievous junior brother,” Shen Xi let out a light scoff.

This guy’s feelings were practically an open secret—did he really think she was too dense to notice?

In the original story, every named character would inevitably fall for Meng Yingxue, who naturally exuded a succubus-like charm.

They would vie for her attention, resorting to any means just to earn a sliver of her favor.

Wait a minute—had she herself now become part of this pursuit?

At this thought, Shen Xi suddenly felt even more amused. After all, none of these people could ever win the heroine’s heart or taste her sweet, soft lips.

That privilege belonged to her alone.

“It’s true.”

“The Sect Master and I are in love, and I willingly renounce my vows.”

Shen Xi, who was draped over the heroine, nearly lost her footing and stumbled.

What on earth did “renounce my vows” even mean here?

“That won’t do. If the fairy renounces her vows, where else would this venerable one obtain such fine essence?”

“Are all foxes this carefree? More concerned about my essence than emotions?”

Meng Yingxue felt a pang of frustration and turned to the “voice” in her mind.

Humility wasn’t difficult—she genuinely sought answers, hoping the voice could offer some clarity.

“Host, don’t be disheartened. The fox covets your superior essence and your cultivation vessel’s body—this should be a good thing. Perhaps you can use it to your advantage?”

“You’re suggesting I use these as bait?”

“But how exactly does one win a fox’s heart? Should I dress as provocatively as her? Or remain aloof to stir her desire to conquer?”

“Host, you seem quite knowledgeable already. Why ask me? Without a body to house a soul, I naturally don’t understand human love. Forgive my ignorance.”

“Since when are you ignorant? You seem to know plenty—you just refuse to tell me outright.”

Meng Yingxue could easily discern the intentions of the “voice” in her mind.

Noticing Meng Yingxue’s slight dejection, Shen Xi finally caught on—had her words been too harsh, hurting the heroine’s feelings?

Upon reflection, she realized she had indeed been rather thoughtless.

As the rift in the sky gradually closed, the sects dispersed like receding tides.

Shen Xi felt a twinge of regret. Just defending against that damned old man had cost her a full 50 system points!

Still, it was worth it.

At least the barrier hadn’t been pierced by his sword—otherwise, she’d have demanded the system provide after-sales service.

And maybe squeezed out a few extra points as compensation.

She used to think life was too easy—that was before the system met her.

“Alright, everything I said earlier was just teasing. I know your cultivation isn’t advanced—I won’t force or trouble you.”

“Once you’ve recovered, I’ll ask for it then.”

Clapping her hands, Shen Xi’s silver bracelet jingled, immediately drawing swarms of demons toward her.

Waving their magical artifacts, they cheered excitedly, “Congratulations on the great victory, Demon Lord! Hail the triumphant Demon Lord!”

Surrounded by the demon horde, Shen Xi narrowed her eyes in delight.

“This victory belongs to all of us!”

“Just a bunch of righteous sects—we crushed them effortlessly!”

Unrestrained, carefree.

Gone was the earlier seductive charm she had directed at herself.

Meng Yingxue stared blankly.

So, this was what the sect’s forbidden rule—”No worldly attachments”—had warned against?