Volume 1, Chapter 6 – Please Don’t Hit Axi, Okay?

Female consort?!

Wasn’t this even more absurd than being a cultivation cauldron?

Song Shiyuan was Song Shixuan’s sister, and also the direct disciple of Immortal Venerable Qingzhi of the Sword Sect.

Immortal Venerable Qingzhi had only taken two disciples: Song Shixuan and Song Shiyuan.

With her outstanding appearance, cheerful personality, and warm demeanor, Song Shiyuan’s popularity within the Sword Sect was even better than that of her eldest senior brother Song Shixuan.

Such a cherished junior sister was normally treasured and doted upon by all the martial brothers of the Sword Sect.

How could they allow these fox demons to humiliate her!

“Fox demons, if you want to touch our junior sister, you’ll have to step over our corpses.”

“If you harm our junior sister, Immortal Venerable Qingzhi won’t let you off either!”

Hu Xian’er looked at the young men before her, still wet behind the ears, each one resolutely blocking Song Shiyuan’s path with determined expressions.

She couldn’t help but feel speechless.

The righteous cultivators of the human race always seemed to enjoy playing these kinds of games.

What was so bad about becoming Her Majesty’s female consort? This was a blessing others couldn’t even beg for.

She and Hu Mei’er had served by the Fox Monarch’s side for several hundred years, yet had never received such an intimate opportunity to serve.

Fox demons were inherently a race with abundant passion and strong desires.

In human storybooks, among all the romantic affairs and scandalous tales of various demon races, the vast majority were contributed by fox demons.

Yet that Fox Monarch was an exception.

She was like an emotionless cultivation machine, completely divorced from lust and desire.

Cold as ice, hard as stone.

Even during the fox demons’ periods of lustful restlessness, she could forcibly endure it with her powerful cultivation and willpower.

Until that man appeared.

That man truly deserved to die!

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Just thinking of that man made Hu Xian’er want to tear his face apart with her claws, shred his hypocritical flesh and blood, crush his bones and suck out his marrow.

Oh right, this little sword cultivator girl seemed to be that man’s sister.

With this thought, Hu Xian’er’s gaze toward Song Shiyuan grew increasingly hostile.

Song Shiyuan shivered. She felt intense hostility from this ethereal fox demon.

But why?

Could it be that Brother Shixuan did something?

Thinking this, Song Shiyuan’s desire to leave this place grew even stronger.

Brother Shixuan must still be alive!

“I can go with you,” Song Shiyuan said.

Her expression was resolute, showing no fear.

“Junior Sister Song!” the surrounding young men cried urgently. “You mustn’t!”

In response to her martial brothers’ objections, Song Shiyuan merely shook her head.

She walked before Hu Xian’er.

“But I have one request: don’t make things difficult for my senior brothers.”

Hu Xian’er let out a light laugh.

If not for the Fox Monarch’s special instructions, this group of sword cultivators should have been locked up in the pasture and kept like livestock long ago. How could they have been left until now?

“You want to make demands? You’ll have to wait until you can speak up before Her Majesty.” Hu Xian’er’s tone grew increasingly cold. “Her Majesty has already been merciful enough to you all.”

Song Shiyuan frowned. She heard the mockery in this fox demon’s words.

For Song Shiyuan to make demands with them, she would at least have to truly gain the Fox Monarch’s favor. Only then would she have the qualifications to negotiate.

She felt somewhat helpless and said to her senior brothers, “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Nothing will happen.”

“You all… wait for my message.”

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Song Shiyuan left, leaving behind only the martial brothers with worried expressions on their faces.

…

After leaving the dungeon, Song Shiyuan finally saw daylight again after a long time.

Looking at the palace before her, shining with magnificent light under the sun’s illumination, Song Shiyuan felt as if she were in another lifetime.

Different from Song Shiyuan’s preconceptions, the Demon Palace of that World-Ending Fox Monarch, renowned across the land for her ferocious reputation, was not filled with the ostentatious aggression of a nouveau riche.

All along the way, passing through various courtyards and gardens, filled with natural atmosphere and landscaping, it was hard to imagine this was actually the demon’s lair that countless cultivators spoke of with changed expressions.

The spiritual energy here was abundant, with beautiful halls and scenery, in no way inferior to the thousand-year legacy of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

However, Song Shiyuan was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery here right now.

She would not forget her circumstances.

After leaving the dungeon, she had been inconspicuously memorizing the surrounding terrain and routes.

Though the scenery was beautiful, within the Demon Palace lurked countless dangers. Song Shiyuan was treading on thin ice here.

Throughout the journey, Hu Xian’er had no intention of speaking with Song Shiyuan, only silently leading the way.

If not for that cold hostility that kept locking onto Song Shiyuan, occasionally making her skin shiver, she might have truly thought this fox demon regarded her as air.

Sword cultivators trained their qi and were extremely sensitive to qi fluctuations. Even with her cultivation sealed, Song Shiyuan could clearly capture this hostility.

This hostility came on too strong, making it hard for her to ignore even if she wanted to.

But she clearly hadn’t done anything yet?

“We’re here.”

Hu Xian’er brought Song Shiyuan to a courtyard.

She coldly looked at Song Shiyuan, then raised her hand and placed a golden collar around Song Shiyuan’s neck.

Song Shiyuan didn’t resist, but looked at Hu Xian’er’s actions with confusion.

“This is proof of your identity. As Her Majesty’s female consort, you can move freely within this courtyard, but you cannot leave. You must await Her Majesty’s summons at any time.”

“Oh, and this.” Hu Xian’er pointed with her fingertip.

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Song Shiyuan discovered that a portion of her cultivation had been restored. She looked at the fox demon before her with surprise.

“Her Majesty doesn’t like mortals without spiritual energy. You need to learn to use your cultivation to please Her Majesty.”

Song Shiyuan was slightly stunned. Her meager cultivation before that Fox Monarch truly couldn’t stir up any waves.

“Remember to wash yourself clean. You know how to groom and dress yourself up, right?”

“I don’t want a stinking prisoner to dirty Her Majesty’s being.”

After Hu Xian’er finished instructing everything, she directly left.

Watching the white fox demon depart, Song Shiyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, when she was brought out from the cell, she had already prepared for the worst.

Whether it was becoming the Fox Monarch’s cultivation cauldron or turning into an undignified female consort subject to anyone’s bullying, she had imagined it all.

But unexpectedly, the current situation was considerably better than she had imagined.

The Fox Monarch also wasn’t rushing to toy with her.

She had even restored part of her cultivation and given her the freedom to move about the courtyard.

“Although it’s only Foundation Establishment stage, it’s still better than having no cultivation at all.”

“…I just wonder how Brother Shixuan is doing.”

Thinking of Song Shixuan, with whom she’d lost contact for so long, Song Shiyuan’s beautiful brows furrowed tightly.

“Don’t be anxious, Song Shiyuan, don’t be anxious.”

“Brother Shixuan will be fine. First submit to those fox demons temporarily, then plan gradually.”

“Take it slow.”

“You’ll have a chance to save everyone.”

Song Shiyuan clenched her small fists, encouraging herself.

After calming her emotions, Song Shiyuan’s gaze gradually became resolute.

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She carefully looked at the courtyard the fox demons had prepared for her ahead and stepped forward.

Perhaps for a long time to come, she would be trapped here.

The courtyard was luxurious, giving the impression it wasn’t a place prepared for a prisoner to live.

Suddenly, Song Shiyuan sensed a faint trace of demonic energy behind her.

“Who’s there?!” The vigilant junior sister sword cultivator summoned her sword reflexively.

Her silvery-white natal sword qi appeared in her hand, and a sword strike unconsciously swung out.

“Uwu!”

“Don’t… don’t kill Axi…”

“Axi… isn’t a bad person…”

A terrified, trembling voice came.

Song Shiyuan turned and saw a frail young girl.

She must have been standing behind the flower bushes earlier, her form hidden by the person-high branches.

But now, those branches had all been cleanly severed by Song Shiyuan’s sword qi.

The sword qi had grazed past the girl’s cheek, scaring her face deathly pale.

In her hands she held fresh bedding, looking at Song Shiyuan with terror and grievance.

Her legs kept trembling, and her beautiful fox eyes were filled with mist.

Crystal-clear little pearls looked like they would fall out in the next second.

“Axi just heard that a new sister was coming and wanted to bring sister some new bedding…”

“Sister… please don’t kill Axi, okay?”

“Uwuwu…”

[You really can act, Host.]