Volume 1, Chapter 33 – The True Nine-Tails

“If I hadn’t been worried earlier about making too much commotion and drawing those fox demons over, I would have already slain you, this traitorous disciple of the sword sects. Why would I have dealt with you insincerely for so long!”

The middle-aged male sword cultivator spoke, coldly glancing at Song Shiyuan.

“Traitorous disciple of the sword sects! Consider yourself lucky to have your life spared!”

“Slaying you would just waste my precious escape time.”

After the middle-aged male sword cultivator finished speaking, without further delay, he directly broke through the window and fled.

“Wait! What exactly did you mean by what you just said!”

Song Shiyuan’s mind was in chaos. Her head was now full of thoughts about the male disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect surnamed “Song” that the sword cultivator had just mentioned.

Seeing the middle-aged male sword cultivator flee, she subconsciously raised her sword and gave chase.

“Don’t go! Stop right there!”

How could she let that bastard just run away like this!

He still hadn’t paid the price for what he’d done!!

Fox Palace was filled with restrictions everywhere. Even Deity Transformation stage cultivators didn’t dare travel through the air at will.

Song Shiyuan’s cultivation had been sealed, and the cultivation she could mobilize was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In terms of footwork alone, she simply couldn’t catch up to a Deity Transformation stage sword cultivator.

Song Shiyuan could only watch helplessly as he circled around a wall and fled into a garden courtyard.

Song Shiyuan held back a breath of frustration in her heart as she directly gave chase.

When one of her feet stepped into the courtyard, however, she heard a bang.

Song Shiyuan froze. A stream of warm blood splattered all over her.

The middle-aged male sword cultivator who had just been fighting intensely with her, that villain who had violated the little fox demon, just died like that?

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Song Shiyuan raised her somewhat weakened, trembling hand and wiped the bloodstains on her face.

Warm, carrying the scent of blood and the faint spiritual energy unique to a cultivator’s flesh and blood.

This blood was real, not transformed by fox demon illusion arts.

Song Shiyuan opened her mouth. She felt her throat burning unbearably and could only make hoarse sounds.

At this moment, displayed before Song Shiyuan was an enchanting scene beyond description with words.

Above the night sky, a full moon hung high.

Within Fox Palace’s gorgeous and aesthetically beautiful courtyard, a seductive beauty wearing a blood-red long dress was bathing in the moonlight.

Her figure was graceful, her stature tall. A bewitching treasure rarely seen in this world.

And at this moment, this beauty still maintained the posture of extending one hand.

On those fair jade fingers, she was still stained with fresh blood that had splattered when she crushed the yellow-robed sword cultivator’s head.

Just now, Song Shiyuan had seen this beauty extend her hand and lightly grasp at that male sword cultivator’s head. Like crushing a balloon, she crushed the middle-aged male sword cultivator’s head.

The beauty’s face held an indifferent expression, as if she’d only done something extremely insignificant.

She took out a handkerchief, gently wiping the stains on her hand.

Under the moonlight, nine tails as red as blood swayed casually.

On the beauty’s head, a pair of pointed crimson fox ears clearly proclaimed her identity.

In Song Shiyuan’s understanding, there was one and only one fox demon in this world who had cultivated to nine tails.

The World-Ending Fox Monarch—Lu Zhuxin.

In other words, the master of this Fox Palace.

She was Lu Zhuxin?

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Then the little fox demon’s identity truly was just that of an ordinary, newly transformed little fox demon?

So the one before her eyes was the true nine-tailed Fox Monarch?!

Song Shiyuan couldn’t describe what she was feeling inside.

She couldn’t discern whether the scene before her eyes was an illusion or reality.

As if sensing Song Shiyuan’s gaze, this crimson nine-tailed Fox Monarch before her slowly moved her eyes to Song Shiyuan’s body.

In just an instant, Song Shiyuan felt as if the entire heavens and earth had collapsed, heavily suppressing her body with a posture that completely refused any resistance.

Song Shiyuan felt every bone in her body making creaking sounds under the unbearable burden.

There was no need for words.

Song Shiyuan already knew the answer at this moment.

No matter how proficient a fox demon was in transformation arts, before truly reaching that legendary Eighth Realm, it was impossible to emanate this kind of aura like the majesty of heaven and earth.

Existing transformation arts absolutely could not achieve this.

“So… this is what’s real.” Song Shiyuan murmured in her heart.

“Then I’m truly foolish indeed.”

She felt the last trace of hope in her heart completely dissipate at this moment.

Inside, she felt hollow and empty.

…

“Little Shiyuan, what the eyes see is not necessarily the truth.”

Lu Zhuxin sat on the bed, both hands cupping her small face, her face full of smiles.

Behind her, nine fluffy tails, pink in their main body with a tuft of bright red at the tips, were spread across the bed.

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“That might only be what others want you to see.”

Just now, at the instant when Hu Mei’er revealed her red fox demon true form and conjured nine crimson tails behind her,

Lu Zhuxin had also simultaneously transformed into her true form in Song Shiyuan’s room, unfurling her nine tails.

Therefore, although the nine-tailed Fox Monarch that Song Shiyuan saw with her eyes was Hu Mei’er, the Eighth Realm majesty of the nine-tailed Fox Monarch she felt came from Lu Zhuxin behind her.

“System.” Lu Zhuxin chuckled softly. “Tell me, this time, that guy hiding in the background secretly giving Little Shiyuan hints.”

“What would they need to do to make Little Shiyuan believe again that I’m the real nine-tailed Fox Monarch?”

[…]

The System maintained silence.

What could she say?

Lu Zhuxin had directed this entire performance from beginning to end.

The purpose was to make Song Shiyuan no longer doubt her identity.

The heavenly and earthly majesty of the Eighth Realm was difficult to fake.

The fake sword cultivator that Hu Mei’er instantly killed was one whose identity and strength as a sword cultivator Song Shiyuan herself had tested.

Although that sword cultivator was also fake, the gilded ancient sword from Lingxu Sword Sect was real. The one actually exchanging moves with Song Shiyuan wasn’t Hu Mei’er; it only looked like Hu Mei’er. But at that time, Song Shiyuan had already been overwhelmed by anger. How could she distinguish the subtle discordant details within?

Now, even if Lu Zhuxin actively said she herself was the nine-tailed Fox Monarch, Song Shiyuan wouldn’t believe it, would she?

…

The Eighth Realm pressure suppressing Song Shiyuan’s body was quickly withdrawn.

The fox beauty before her eyes also had no intention of paying attention to Song Shiyuan. She merely glanced at her indifferently before losing interest.

However, when leaving, she casually took away the gilded ancient sword left behind by the dead sword cultivator.

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Mm-hm~! The last task Her Majesty assigned—playing the fake Her Majesty, crushing the prepared scapegoat—successfully completed!

(*^▽^*) Happy.

After the cold-faced fox beauty left,

Song Shiyuan finally felt as if she’d struggled free from torture.

She found it somewhat laughable. That Fox Monarch took her as a female consort yet had never kept her in her eyes.

Why? Was it also for that so-called “transaction”?

Song Shiyuan lowered her head slightly.

Although the sword cultivator’s gilded ancient sword had been taken away, the sword cultivator’s corpse had been left in place.

Song Shiyuan walked over.

This corpse. Its head had been completely crushed, making its identity difficult to discern.

She poked at it with the dharma sword in her hand.

The corpse was real, the blood was warm—it had indeed just died.

Just like the fox beauty from earlier, it couldn’t possibly be an illusion.

“Hehehehe…”

Song Shiyuan laughed. She was laughing at her own suspicion and ignorance, laughing that even now her heart still harbored some unrealistic hopes, laughing at her self-deception.

The miserable laughter spread through the empty courtyard.

A line of wet tears slid down from the corner of Song Shiyuan’s eye.

“Now, how should I go to face that little fox demon…”