Volume 1, Chapter 43 – Don’t Touch Me, Sword Cultivator!

Song Shiyuan sat listlessly by the water for the entire night.

She quietly stared at the water’s surface before her, her mind completely blank.

Though the night wind was cold, the fresh scent of grass carried on the breeze could soothe and calm her heart.

Staying here felt much more comfortable than staying in that lonely courtyard.

Continuing to stay in that courtyard would always make Song Shiyuan recall that night, recall those unpleasant memories.

Dawn at the Fox Palace was no different from Lingxiao Sword Sect.

The sun rose from the east just the same.

The warm morning light gently fell upon Song Shiyuan, driving away the chill that had enveloped her through the night.

Song Shiyuan heard footsteps, along with shallow breathing.

She even faintly smelled a trace of familiar sweet fragrance, just like that night she didn’t want to remember.

Song Shiyuan suddenly snapped awake from her meditation.

Though this scent was very faint, she absolutely couldn’t be mistaken!

Song Shiyuan stood up and turned around.

She saw, beneath the warm morning light, a girl standing there gracefully.

Her silver hair was simply tied up in a maiden’s bun. The clothes she wore were still plain white servant robes.

Though her attire was simple, it still couldn’t conceal this maiden’s beauty that could topple cities.

On her forehead was a small silver fox tail pattern as an ornament, making her look especially charming and adorable.

It really was her!

Really was the girl Song Shiyuan had been searching for so long!

She hadn’t met with misfortune, she hadn’t left, she was still in the Fox Palace.

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Song Shiyuan had found her!

Song Shiyuan’s mouth opened and closed, her nose slightly sour, her mind flooding with countless things she wanted to say.

But at this moment, Song Shiyuan discovered her throat seemed frozen.

She couldn’t speak a single word.

She only moved her lips slightly, then quietly watched.

Watched the girl she hadn’t seen in so long.

The silver-haired fox demon maiden stood there, bathed in morning light, holding a small bucket in her hand, slightly furrowing her delicate brows, looking at Song Shiyuan standing by the water with a confused expression.

She seemed not to have expected that there would be someone else here so early in the morning.

For a moment she hesitated, somewhat at a loss.

Moreover, after she clearly saw the attire of the person before her, a layer of wariness obviously surged into her beautiful fox eyes.

The silver-haired fox demon maiden furrowed her brows and questioned coldly, “You’re a sword cultivator. Why would a sword cultivator appear here?”

This tone was very cold, filled with unfamiliarity.

Song Shiyuan’s eyes, originally full of expectation, instantly lost their color.

“Axi!” Song Shiyuan said urgently. “I’m Song Shiyuan!”

A sense of unease struck her.

Why would the girl she had longed for look at her with such eyes?

These eyes full of wariness and rejection, as if looking at a stranger.

As if she didn’t recognize her at all.

She hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to take the silver-haired fox demon maiden’s hand.

“Axi, I’ve missed you so much. I want to know how you’ve been recently.”

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“And I want to apologize to you for what happened that day!”

As Song Shiyuan spoke, she saw the silver-haired maiden before her take a disgusted step back.

“Don’t touch me, sword cultivator!”

The silver-haired fox demon maiden reacted violently. She said in an extremely cold voice, “As a sword cultivator, it should be clear that fox demons and sword cultivators must maintain distance, right?”

“This is the Fox Palace, at Her Majesty’s feet. For you, a sword cultivator, to make such impolite gestures here, do you not want to live?”

The cold warning reached Song Shiyuan’s ears.

Song Shiyuan felt a stabbing pain, felt her temples throbbing outward.

The little fox demon’s cold words seemed to freeze Song Shiyuan’s blood.

Her eyes were full of disbelief.

Was this really the little fox demon she had longed for?

Were these really words that the little fox demon who would throw herself into her embrace and softly call her “Sister Shiyuan” would say?

Why could that sweet, soft little fox demon use such a resolute tone to speak such cold words?

But Song Shiyuan couldn’t be mistaken.

The silver-haired maiden before her was Ming Zhaoxi.

She couldn’t mistake her appearance, couldn’t mistake her voice, and even more couldn’t mistake the scent on her.

She was that little fox demon. She couldn’t be anyone else!

What was going on? Why did the little fox demon look as if she didn’t recognize Song Shiyuan?

Why?

Song Shiyuan didn’t understand. Her heart was anxious, she wanted to step forward and ask.

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But the little fox demon’s cold gaze seemed to freeze her entire body.

Song Shiyuan couldn’t move her feet.

She felt very cold.

“Sword cultivator, I can treat this incident as if it never happened.” The silver-haired little fox demon said with furrowed brows.

“Leave now, and no one will know about this.”

Song Shiyuan couldn’t accept this. How could that sweet, soft little fox demon who would hug her and call her “Sister” become a stranger?

“Ming Zhaoxi, you are Ming Zhaoxi! Right?!” Song Shiyuan looked at the silver-haired fox demon maiden with full expectation.

“How do you know my name?” The silver-haired fox demon didn’t deny it, but her beautiful fox eyes became even more wary.

“Have you been secretly inquiring about my name?”

“What do you want, sword cultivator?”

Song Shiyuan discovered that the little fox demon’s gaze had changed, from looking at a dangerous stranger to looking at a dangerous and lecherous stalker.

“That’s not it. I’m not a bad person. Ming Zhaoxi… Axi, I’m sincerely apologizing to you.”

“Don’t call my name like that, sword cultivator.” The silver-haired fox demon maiden said. “We don’t know each other.”

“Even the lowest servant maids in this Fox Palace aren’t for sword cultivators like you to casually defile.”

“So put away those improper thoughts of yours. Otherwise I’ll report everything you’ve done today to Steward Xian’er.”

The silver-haired fox demon maiden’s gaze became even colder.

Her icy words were like small knives, mercilessly stabbing into Song Shiyuan’s body.

Why had it become like this?

Song Shiyuan had imagined many scenarios of reuniting with the little fox demon.

She had thought the little fox demon would hate her, resent her, angrily denounce her for breaking her word, angrily denounce her for fleeing midway.

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She had also thought the little fox demon might hit her, scold her, painfully condemn her cold heartlessness.

But Song Shiyuan had never imagined that upon meeting again, it would be a scene like this, like strangers.

“What happened…”

“Do you truly not remember me at all?!” Song Shiyuan looked straight into the little fox demon’s eyes, wanting to see a trace of softening emotion in them.

She had never hoped so much for a fox demon to lie to her.

She hoped those unfamiliar words just now were merely lies the little fox demon had deliberately said out of anger.

However, Song Shiyuan was disappointed.

The fox demon before her still had cold eyes, without a trace of emotion.

“Sword cultivator, don’t push your luck. I’ve been merciful enough to you.”

Something was wrong. Something had to be wrong.

Song Shiyuan suddenly raised her head to look at the little fox demon’s forehead.

That place had a white fox tail mark.

She remembered, the little fox demon’s forehead definitely didn’t have this thing before.

“Could it be?” Song Shiyuan thought of something. She suddenly stepped forward swiftly, raising her hand, wanting to touch the little fox demon’s forehead.

Seeing this, Lu Zhuxin smiled inwardly. Her toe imperceptibly tapped lightly.

On the path Song Shiyuan was taking, a pebble lying flat suddenly stood upright.

The pebble wrapped in Eighth Realm demonic power viciously tripped Song Shiyuan.

The fingertip originally pointing toward Lu Zhuxin’s forehead directly grabbed toward the little fox demon’s chest.

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