Volume 1, Chapter 30 – The Feeling was… So-so

Song Shiyuan quickened her steps, rushing back.

Go back?

Why?

Song Shiyuan, have you forgotten? That little fox demon, she very likely is that nine-tailed fox demon who imprisoned you here.

An Eighth Realm super-powerful being. In this world, the people who could harm her could be counted on one hand.

You’re actually worried that a fox demon of unparalleled strength would be violated by a strange sword cultivator?

Song Shiyuan, you’d be better off worrying about yourself!

Song Shiyuan raised her hand to rub her forehead.

Yes, why?

Was it because, in her heart, she still couldn’t see that little fox demon as that nine-tailed Fox Monarch?

No. That little fox demon was full of all kinds of suspicious points. Even if she wasn’t the Fox Monarch herself, she must be hiding some special purpose.

Not worthy of trust.

Song Shiyuan took a deep breath.

She said to herself, “There’s another reason…”

“The uninvited guest who intruded into my room is the only other sword cultivator I’ve encountered in the Fox Palace.”

All the intelligence she’d obtained before had come from the mouths of fox demons.

So regardless of whether that sword cultivator was friend or foe, she had to go see.

Thinking of this, Song Shiyuan’s pace quickened even more.

…

Along the way, Song Shiyuan also encountered quite a few low-level fox demons looking hurried.

When they saw Song Shiyuan walking quickly, their eyes showed surprise. However, after seeing the collar around Song Shiyuan’s neck, they suddenly understood.

They had no intention of acknowledging Song Shiyuan.

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Only some whispered words occasionally drifted into Song Shiyuan’s ears.

“I heard a sword cultivator from the dungeon lost control and escaped. Lady Hu Xian’er is leading people to chase them down!”

“A sword cultivator imprisoned in the dungeon would be very dangerous, right?”

“I don’t know… I heard it’s a Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator.”

“Heavens! How terrifying! Let’s quickly go back and hide.”

“A Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator is too dangerous! Steward Hu Xian’er has already ordered the Fox Palace sealed. If they still can’t catch them, it might disturb Her Majesty the Fox Monarch!”

“Will Her Majesty the Fox Monarch take action?”

“I don’t know. Her Majesty has been in secluded cultivation in the rear hall for a long time. We haven’t seen her in ages.”

The Fox Monarch has been in secluded cultivation for a long time? Is that true or false?

Could it be the little fox demon isn’t the Fox Monarch?

Moreover, that sword cultivator is a Deity Transformation stage expert?

That made sense. Only a Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator could forcibly break through the restrictions the Fox Monarch had placed on these residences.

Fox Palace Steward Hu Xian’er was a six-tailed fox demon, with the same cultivation level as a Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator.

But… sword cultivators were combat cultivators by nature, especially skilled at cross-realm battles.

What’s more, sword cultivators’ pure yang sword qi naturally countered fox demons. At the same cultivation realm, fox demons found it very difficult to defeat sword cultivators.

Song Shiyuan was also a sword cultivator, so naturally she understood them.

She knew that relying on Hu Xian’er alone to capture that sword cultivator might not be so easy.

A Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator might now be in the same room with that little fox demon.

Thinking of this, Song Shiyuan felt an inexplicable panic surge up in her heart.

She said to herself, “If the little fox demon really is the World-Ending Fox Monarch, then that sword cultivator is in danger.”

“Hurry back!”

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On the other side.

In Song Shiyuan’s courtyard.

A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old was kneeling on one knee outside the room door.

She appeared slightly shorter than Lu Zhuxin, with a small face with some baby fat written all over with childishness, tied in cute twin tails.

She wore a somewhat puffy yellow dress, squatting on the ground very much like a little yellow chick.

Most eye-catching was that beside her stood a golden giant sword almost equal to her height.

The giant sword had an antique design, its blade covered with scars, as if it had experienced countless slaughters and battles.

“Your Majesty, the restrictions in this room have all been broken through with sword qi,” the little yellow chick girl said respectfully to Lu Zhuxin.

“Well done. You’ve worked hard tonight, Young Sect Master Huang,” Lu Zhuxin smiled.

“Being able to serve Your Majesty is this subordinate’s honor.” The little yellow chick girl lowered her head, her small face slightly red, not daring to look directly at Lu Zhuxin.

The room ahead was filled with an incredibly tempting fox demon pheromone scent. Just a little drifting out from the door made her feel the yang energy in her body begin to stir, difficult to control.

She could hardly imagine how the female sword cultivator who had lived here before had resisted this nine-tailed level fox demon pheromone.

“You may withdraw first,” Lu Zhuxin saw her embarrassment. “However, I’ll need to borrow your magic sword in a moment.”

Saying this, Lu Zhuxin turned to look at the red fox Hu Mei’er.

“Are you ready, Hu Mei’er?”

“Your Majesty.” Hu Mei’er’s fingers were making signs before her chest. “Mei’er has no talent for acting. I’m a bit nervous.”

“It’s fine,” Lu Zhuxin patiently reassured her. “Just do as I told you before, and there won’t be any problems.”

“Your Majesty, Mei’er will work hard!” Hu Mei’er clenched her small fists.

Lu Zhuxin pulled out a cloth strip from her side and handed it to Hu Mei’er.

“Then let’s begin now. Little Shiyuan should be returning soon.” Lu Zhuxin gave her an encouraging look.

Hu Mei’er was somewhat nervous. She held the cloth strip Lu Zhuxin had handed her.

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Her fox face was flushed.

Although she’d had similar fantasies occasionally in the deep of night.

She never thought that one day she could actually do such a thing to Her Majesty.

“Y-Y-Your Majesty… pardon the offense.”

Hu Mei’er climbed onto the bed nervously yet excitedly, grabbed Lu Zhuxin’s voluntarily raised hands, and carefully used the cloth strip to bind Lu Zhuxin’s slender wrists.

Too gentle.

Lu Zhuxin frowned.

“Be rougher. Little Shiyuan is very clever. If you don’t do it properly, she won’t believe it.”

“O-okay!”

Hu Mei’er, having received the command, yanked hard on the cloth strip in her hand.

Lu Zhuxin was forcefully pulled up by her, her hands forced high above her.

“Your Majesty…”

Hu Mei’er softly called out, stifling a cry, one hand restraining Lu Zhuxin’s hands as she pressed her down onto the bed.

The sound of fabric tearing rang out. Hu Mei’er bent down, greedily drawing in that tempting scent she had coveted for so long.

The other hand also traveled downward along the torn dress, fingertips sliding across her smooth lower abdomen.

Hiss—!!

Lu Zhuxin sucked in a cold breath.

You said you couldn’t act, but aren’t you performing quite skillfully!

With this acting ability, in the modern era you’d be at least an award-winning actress!

Lu Zhuxin felt inferior by comparison.

“Wait! Lighter!”

“I regret this! Don’t bite so hard. Just leave marks!”

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…

Song Shiyuan returned to her courtyard and immediately saw the main door that had been forcibly opened.

On the door panel, there were still huge groove marks left by sharp blades.

Song Shiyuan felt somewhat uneasy.

She saw that ancient golden giant sword stuck in front of her room.

In the courtyard, there was also a scent Song Shiyuan couldn’t describe drifting about.

This smell reminded Song Shiyuan of Red Spring Pavilion. There had been a similar feeling near that place.

“Mm mm…”

A low sobbing sound filled with pain came from inside the room.

It was the little fox demon’s crying.

This crying sound was identical to the crying Song Shiyuan had heard in her dream!

Song Shiyuan felt her entire body shake, her chest feeling as if it had been struck heavily by a giant hammer.

Her brain buzzed and went blank, painful as if her blood was flowing backward.

She rushed into the room.

The scene before her eyes made her pupils contract violently.

A middle-aged man in yellow robes was climbing up from Song Shiyuan’s bed.

He was fastening his belt, his eyes glancing contemptuously at Song Shiyuan.

“This little fox is the female consort the Fox Monarch gave you?”

“She looks alright, but it’s a pity she’s too small.”

“The feeling was…”

“Average.”