The Crazy Fox Demon Devours My Heart - Chapter 4

After returning to the post station, Aunt Lin’s watch over Qingyu became even stricter, leaving no gaps.

Once everyone had finished resting and rearranging, they followed the carriages slowly toward Fuguang Town.

After several long months, they finally reached their destination.

Fuguang Town was the closest town to the demon realm.

There, humans and demons were mixed together, dangers lurking everywhere—caution was essential.

Everyone gradually got down from the wagons. The journey had been exhausting, and Qingyu was still dozing lightly inside the carriage.

“Ah!”

Fu Yin had just stepped down when she let out a sharp scream.

Qingyu was startled awake by the cry.

She lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside.

Fu Yin was huddled by the side of the carriage, trembling.

Aunt Lin was scolding her harshly:
“What are you screaming for?!”

Qingyu descended from the carriage, and Fu Yin immediately clung to her, her face pale with terror.

“Princess…”

Aunt Lin stepped forward to salute, her complexion equally ashen, though she tried hard to appear calm.

Qingyu scanned her surroundings, and even she—normally composed and serene—was shocked by the sight.

Around their carriage and horses, they were completely surrounded by a dense crowd of “people.”

Some looked almost human, but others were grotesque beyond recognition.

To the left stood a snake-bodied woman with a human head, her long narrow eyes glinting gold, a forked tongue flicking in and out as she hissed.

To the right loomed a bull-headed man, his massive muscles bulging, axe in hand, steam snorting heavily from his nostrils.

Ahead perched a sharp-beaked bird-man, feathers covering his entire face, his long beak glinting so sharply it could pluck out an eyeball with ease.

Everywhere she looked, the creatures were monstrous and disturbing.

The demons closed in, leaving them no path of retreat—neither forward nor back was possible.

Fu Yin whispered, trembling beside Qingyu’s ear:
“Princess, these monsters look so ugly…”

Qingyu regarded the demons, her face showing no emotion.

Yes, demons were indeed ugly and terrifying.

She withdrew her gaze and began to walk forward as if they were nothing at all.

The others quickly followed after her.

The tightly packed demon crowd parted ever so slightly, unwilling to advance against the fearless young woman before them.

Just as they were about to clear the circle, a voice halted them.

“Wait!”

It was the snake-headed woman.

Everyone’s hearts leapt to their throats, their faces tight with fear. What did this demon intend?

Qingyu’s expression remained unchanged—she ignored her.

But Fu Yin shrieked suddenly. A thick serpent’s tail had wound tightly around her waist.

“Princess… save me!” she sobbed, shaking uncontrollably.

Qingyu’s gaze darkened as she fixed her eyes on the culprit.

“Let her go.”

The snake-woman flicked her tongue, licking her sharpened nails with relish.
“Let her go? Certainly… but first—”

Everyone dared breathe again, thinking it just a cruel prank.

But the next words nearly made their jaws drop.

“—first I’ll rip out this little girl’s tongue! That way she won’t go shrieking anymore!”

Fu Yin clamped her hands over her mouth, sobbing hysterically.
“No, don’t, please don’t take my tongue!”

The demoness hooked her nail and aimed it at the girl’s face, ready to slash downward.

Fu Yin squeezed her eyes shut, nearly fainting in terror.

The strike was lightning fast—yet, before it landed, a slender hand intercepted it.

A sharp sting bloomed in Qingyu’s palm, bl00d spilling instantly.

The scent of maiden’s bl00d filled the air—sweet, intoxicating—driving the surrounding demons into a frenzy.

The crowd surged violently. Even distant demons rushed in, drawn by the fragrance.

The guards and servants were thrown aside; Qingyu alone was left in the very center of the horde.

Red-eyed, drooling demons glared at her hungrily, ready to devour her flesh.

Fu Yin was shoved out of reach, screaming desperately:
“Princess! Princess!”

The demons snapped their jaws, unable to wait another second.

In the blink of an eye, they revealed their true monstrous forms, fangs bared, lunging to tear her apart.

Qingyu had no time to react.

She thought surely the next moment would be her last—

—but the pain never came.

Instead, a blinding white light flashed, forcing everyone to cover their eyes.

Sudden silence fell.

Slowly, Qingyu opened her eyes—only to see a scene of horror.

Dismembered limbs littered the ground. Bl00d pooled like cursed runes across the earth.

And yet, she herself was spotless—not a single drop had touched her.

Standing directly before her was a figure of striking beauty—so exquisite it was impossible to tell if he was male or female.

From his attire, he was a young man: a black robe embroidered with a golden lotus in full bloom.

His long black hair flowed smooth and glossy, bound neatly by a crimson ribbon.

At his ear gleamed a silver fox ornament. His brows were dark and shapely, eyes alluring, lips tinged naturally red—his face unbearably captivating.

“Are you hurt?”

His voice was clear and gentle.

Qingyu blinked, regaining her senses.

He extended his hand toward her, his dazzling eyes holding an unreadable depth of emotion.

Being stared at so intently made her uneasy. She instinctively stepped back—

But remembering that he had saved her, she felt such behavior was impolite.

She curved her lips in a faint smile.
“Thank you, young master. I am unharmed.”

For an instant, the man—Fox Yan—lost his composure, his breath faltering as he clenched his fists to steady himself.

Qingyu turned, seeking Fu Yin. She lifted her foot to step forward, but the gory ground left her no place to set it. She swayed, nearly stumbling.

Fox Yan chuckled softly at the sight.

In the next moment, his strong arm encircled her slender waist.

The sudden grip startled her—before she could resist, she was drawn firmly into his embrace, lotus fragrance enveloping her.

In just a blink, he whisked her to a clean, bloodless spot.

His hand lingered at her waist until she pulled away quickly.

The gesture had been far too forward, but considering he had saved her, Qingyu held her tongue, merely offering another polite thanks before preparing to leave.

Fox Yan stared down at his empty palm, rubbing it twice before curling his fingers tightly into a fist.

“Princess! Princess, you’re safe—are you hurt?”

Fu Yin, who had been trapped outside the frenzied mob, rushed in at last. She had feared the worst—her lady torn apart.

But then the blinding light had forced everyone’s eyes shut, and when she opened them again, the demons lay massacred.

Her princess stood unharmed—beside a breathtaking young man.

Fu Yin immediately ran over, circling Qingyu, tugging her arms and turning her about to check for injuries.

Qingyu extended her hands helplessly, letting her look.
“I’m fine. See? No missing arms, no missing legs.”

Only then did Fu Yin relax, and finally noticed Fox Yan at Qingyu’s side.

She bowed repeatedly, overwhelmed with gratitude.
“Thank you, young master!”

Aunt Lin, grimacing at the carnage, hurried over as well. Seeing the princess safe, she nearly collapsed in relief.

Thank heavens the princess was unharmed—otherwise, how could she ever report back?

But trouble loomed: the demon escort was due in only two days. For disaster to strike the very moment they arrived at Fuguang Town—she could only pray nothing else went wrong.

Noticing Fox Yan’s extraordinary presence, Aunt Lin bowed deeply. Clearly, this man’s cultivation was profound. With such an air about him, he must be a disciple of some great immortal sect.

So she begged earnestly:
“Young master, with skills such as yours, might you remain with us for two days to ensure the princess’s safety? We would be most generous in our thanks afterward.”

Fox Yan’s gaze lingered on Qingyu, his smile deepening.

“With pleasure.”