225 - The Demon Fox Wife is a Foodie

The grand ceremony was divided into three stages. The first stage was the opening, led by the sect master, Bu Dong Hou, who summarized the developments and changes in Fuyun Sect over the last decade. The content was full of lofty rhetoric that nearly put the audience to sleep. "Miss Nian!" Zhan Shu nudged Yan Zhao's shoulder. "Look quickly!" Yan Zhao snapped back to awareness, lifting her gaze towards the center of the crowd. The opening ceremony had passed, and now it was time for the main event of the grand ceremony. To celebrate the sect's anniversary, disciples from various peaks had prepared performances, showcasing skills in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and more. There were also challenges and competitions, with the atmosphere reaching a peak of excitement. This stage was the most interesting; although it was unclear what the seniors in the front seats thought privately, outwardly, they appeared to appreciate the arrangements of Fuyun Sect’s ceremony. Even with the drums and gongs sounding all around her, Yan Zhao couldn’t quite immerse herself in the lively atmosphere. She patted the fox's head, feeling a vague unease quietly spreading. Boom— A thunderous roar erupted in the main hall, abruptly halting the singing and dancing. Yun Dao Zi waved a sleeve, dispersing an attacking force coming towards him, and glanced at the figure suspended in midair above the hall. "You old scoundrel! Give me back my sister’s life!" Chapter 243 The chatter instantly ceased, rendering the grand ceremony silent. The crowd, bewildered, turned their eyes towards the abruptly appearing figure in the sky. This person wore a greyish-blue Taoist robe, their hair disheveled and dry, covering most of their face, making it hard to discern their features. Besides a few distinguished figures at the front and a small number of elders from Fuyun Sect, none of the disciples or external visitors recognized this person. In the viewing area, Yan Zhao was taken aback. “Who is this guy?” Zhan Shu murmured quietly. “Coming to cause a scene at Fuyun Sect's grand ceremony, is he tired of living?” Yan Zhao furrowed her brows, silently staring at the person's back. Others might not recognize the madman crashing the ceremony, but she did. He was Yan Yuan Yi, someone who had interacted with her on Tianzhu Peak during her upbringing, and had treated her decently hence she remembered him. Three years had passed, and Yan Yuan Yi had changed as well. Before Yan Zhao left Fuyun Sect, Yan Yuan Yi advised her to run as far away as she could after descending the mountain and never return. Back then, even if Yan Yuan Yi was a bit unkempt, he still maintained some semblance of dignity. Unlike now — disheveled, neglected — a far cry from the person she knew before she descended the mountain. The expressions of the distinguished figures in the front varied. Ying Xiao’s eyes glimmered, Yun Dao Zi remained unfazed, and Bu Dong Hou’s face darkened slightly. On the other side, Yao Shen Zi frowned, Su Zi Jun relaxed her shoulders, cupping her chin with one hand, while the other person, the elusive Zhenren, closed his eyes in indifferent detachment. Yan Yuan Yi pointed at Yun Dao Zi, shouting insults: "Heaven’s watching our actions, old scoundrel! Don’t think no one knows what you did! You killed my sister; I won’t let it go!" Ying Xiao turned to Yun Dao Zi: “Senior, this…” Yun Dao Zi raised his eyelids, locking eyes with Yan Yuan Yi, unfazed, asking, “Do you know who I am?” “Who else could you be?!” Yan Yuan Yi, filled with agitation, yelled loudly, “Dao Ling! I’d recognize you even if you turned to ashes! Today, I swear I’ll kill you to avenge my sister!” With that, he was about to make a move. Yun Dao Zi quickly made a hand gesture, and a rope flew into the air, swiftly binding Yan Yuan Yi’s arms. Under Yun Dao Zi’s control, the rope suddenly jerked, slamming Yan Yuan Yi to the ground. Disciples in the hall scattered in panic, and several elders rushed forward, holding Yan Yuan Yi firmly. The crowd erupted into an uproar; this person was indeed mad, daring to call the revered founder of Fuyun Sect "Dao Ling" right in front of everyone. Yun Dao Zi shook his head with a soft snort and then told Ying Xiao, “Master, you’ve seen it yourself. He speaks nonsensically, unable even to recognize people. I’ll have him taken away…” “Wait.” Ying Xiao interrupted, his expression solemn. “This man seems to be Yan Yuan Qing’s elder brother, Yuan Yi Immortal?” Previously, those investigating at Fuyun Sect only reported that Yan Yuan Yi had gone mad, but without finding the cause. Ying Xiao himself had never met Yan Yuan Yi and thus didn’t recognize him at first sight. Yun Dao Zi nodded: “That’s right.” It was Yan Yuan Yi! In the main hall, disciples from Tianzhu Peak changed their expressions one by one. Zhan Shu, upon hearing this, was also stunned, taking a moment before turning to Yan Zhao: “Is this person really the elder brother of Immortal Yuan Qing?!” Yan Yuan Qing having an elder brother wasn’t a secret, but overshadowed by her sister's brilliance, this brother appeared lackluster and unknown. The world only knew of Yan Yuan Qing, not Yan Yuan Yi. Yan Zhao pressed her lips together. "Yes." She hadn’t imagined their reunion would occur under such circumstances — Yan Yuan Yi, driven to madness? In her arms, the young fox’s eyes turned sharp. Though not as powerful as Yan Yuan Qing, Yan Yuan Yi too was a master of the advanced realm. Yet here in Fuyun Sect, he had been driven mad — how was this different from what happened to Yan Yuan Qing? Why did he choose now, of all times, on the sect’s grand ceremony, to appear? The commotion in the hall continued, and to prevent the disciples from being caught in the fray, the peak masters and elders signaled for the disciples to retreat in an orderly manner. With the order disrupted, the distinct boundaries between groups vanished, and both the internal and external disciples of Fuyun Sect, along with the outsiders in the viewing area, were all pushed together. Yan Zhao was also forced to retreat, and amidst the pushing crowd, she was separated from Zhan Shu, her surroundings nothing but a sea of indistinguishable heads. “Yan Yuan Yi!” Ying Xiao’s voice boomed, as he stood before Yan Yuan Yi, “I am the Lord of the Immortal Alliance. I can ensure justice for you. State clearly: who harmed your sister?” Yan Yuan Yi’s expression was bewildered. He muttered, “Lord of the Immortal Alliance?” Moments later, he erupted into mad laughter: “The Immortal Alliance is no righteous body, just a bunch of leeches feeding on others! My sister died, and you still wouldn't let her go!” “Dao Ling promised he wouldn't harm my sister’s life, yet she still died!” Yan Yuan Yi struggled violently, trying to break free from the elders, yelling: “I don’t believe you; I don’t believe any of you!” Approaching Ying Xiao’s side, Yun Dao Zi remarked, “Master, you’ve seen the current situation. He is thoroughly mad, with no sense of reality. I kept him in the sect out of respect for him as Yuan Qing’s brother. I never expected he would create chaos during the sect ceremony!” He shook his head, sighing with a look of pity: “After today, even my personal feelings cannot keep him here.” No sooner had Yun Dao Zi finished speaking, someone suddenly interjected: “From what I understand, not long ago, when Yan Yuan Qing’s Immortal Abode appeared, Immortal Yuan Yi was well. How could he suddenly become mad? Where did this madness originate?” It was Su Zi Jun who spoke. Ying Xiao frowned. Yun Dao Zi’s face turned cold. At this moment, Bu Dong Hou stood and spoke: “Palace Master Su might not be aware, but that day, Immortal Yuan Yi visited the Immortal Abode of Immortal Yuan Qing. We don’t know what disturbed him during the visit, but afterward, he became highly abnormal, often troubled by inner demons during cultivation. Not long after, he went mad.” He expressed his remorse with a shake of his head: “In truth, I bear some responsibility too. Had I discovered his faulty mindset earlier and guided him in time, perhaps this situation could have been avoided.” “Inner demons?” Su Zi Jun scoffed. “So you’re saying Immortal Yuan Yi succumbed to deviation during cultivation, leading to his madness?” Bu Dong Hou replied: “Precisely.” “Well then, it happens I possess a magical artifact that can glimpse a person’s deepest obsession.” Su Zi Jun produced a copper mirror from behind her, declaring publicly, “Why don’t we take a look into Immortal Yuan Yi’s heart to see if it may lead us to guide him back to sanity?” Bu Dong Hou was taken aback, puzzled why Su Zi Jun was so intent on defending Yan Yuan Yi. Seeming to read his thoughts, Su Zi Jun calmly explained before he could ask, “The entire world knows, Yuan Qing and I are dear friends. I cannot simply watch her brother become a madman.” This approach pleased Ying Xiao, who agreed immediately: “If we can truly cure Immortal Yuan Yi’s madness, it will also advance the Immortal Alliance’s investigation into whether Immortal Yuan Qing stole treasures from the Immortal Realm, helping to clear her name.” With Ying Xiao’s agreement, Bu Dong Hou did not persist, stepping back with a “Very well.” Behind Bu Dong Hou, a glint of coldness flashed in Yun Dao Zi's eyes. Holding the copper mirror, Su Zi Jun suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were being watched by a venomous snake. However, she had come prepared to offend certain individuals today. Yan Yuan Yi continued to struggle fiercely, but with several people pressing down on him, he couldn't move at all and could only watch as Su Zi Jun approached. Su Zi Jun gently raised her palm, and the copper mirror began to rotate in her hand. At a certain point, the mirror stopped spinning, casting a beam of white light directly onto Yan Yuan Yi's forehead. Yan Yuan Yi’s body jolted violently before he froze, ceasing his struggles. From a distance, Yan Zhao recognized the copper mirror in Su Zi Jun's hand, feeling a sense of familiarity. As Su Zi Jun performed a hand gesture, the copper mirror expanded, its surface rippling to reveal chaotic and blurry images. These were Yan Yuan Yi's memories. Everyone instinctively looked at the mirror. Among the turbulent images, strange low voices could be heard. “I did say I wouldn’t take her life, but this is her own doing!” The speaker was barely restraining his anger. “Do you think I don’t hate her?” “Yan Yuan Yi, you’d better behave and keep that spawn in line. If you comply, she might live, but should you dare to ruin my plans, I can kill her at any time!” Amidst the chaotic scene, these two phrases stood out clearly. Their sound echoed like thunder within Yan Yuan Yi’s mind, clearly forming the core of his inner demons. As Su Zi Jun’s expression grew increasingly grave, she originally thought Yan Yuan Yi had been driven mad by a soul-searching technique, but now it seemed his inner obsession was profound—could it truly be just a case of deviation during cultivation? Bu Dong Hou’s face turned pale: “So that's the matter... No wonder... No wonder…” Ying Xiao, sensing something amiss, glanced at him: “No wonder what?” Bu Dong Hou hesitated, wary of the many onlookers, reluctant to speak openly: “Master, perhaps we could speak in private?” “What could there possibly be that can't be said openly?” Ying Xiao snapped coldly. “Speak here!” Bu Dong Hou’s gaze was dark, though his face appeared timid, mumbling without voicing anything. Then, Yun Dao Zi’s voice floated over quietly: “I say, there’s nothing to fear from the Master’s jokes, but since things have come to this, there's nothing left to hide!” Everyone turned towards Yun Dao Zi, seeing his face full of sorrow: “This matter is indeed a disgrace to Fuyun Sect. To be honest, 300 years ago, when Yuan Qing returned from training, she was pregnant with a demon’s spawn!” These words hit like thunder from the clear sky, leaving everyone’s ears buzzing. Yan Zhao was also left momentarily dazed. Ren Qing Yue’s heart leaped, feeling anxious and concerned about whether Yan Zhao would be upset. Soon, she heard Yan Zhao mumbling to herself: “Ah, so my father is a demon? Could he know Ah Yin?” Chapter 244 "..." Ren Qing Yue remained silent, thinking: Is that the point? Ultimately, this was a secret that could no longer be kept, and now revealed under the watchful eyes of many, with Yun Dao Zi exposing that the child born of Yan Yuan Qing carried demon blood. Ren Qing Yue couldn’t shake the ominous feeling, uncertain about the magnitude of the storm this revelation might cause. On the great square before the hall, Ying Xiao’s expression darkened, his gaze turning sharp: “Senior’s implication is that Yan Yuan Qing consorted with demons?” Yun Dao Zi looked deeply sorrowful: “What a misfortune for our sect!” He lifted his sleeve to wipe at the corners of his eyes, sighing heavily: “Alas, I had hoped to take this secret to my grave, but alas, paper cannot cover fire. Such a scandal is bound to surface one day. I’ve brought shame upon the ancestral masters of Fuyun Sect!” I awaited not the moon, but our encounter Consider donating to our site With no ad revenue, we’re non-profit, and donations help cover server costs! Afraid of losing your way, you can head to our donation page to leave contact info! Click to proceed to the donation page >>