229 - The Demon Fox Wife is a Foodie

Between her and the little fox, there was no binding contract. Moreover, she had given it a protective artifact. As long as it could withstand an attack from Yun Daozi, the little fox would surely have a chance to escape. Therefore, she did not allow it to act rashly. A resounding noise pierced through the eardrums, dispersing part of the blood mist that shrouded her vision. A white figure landed, with pure energy spreading all around. Transforming with a flick, the little fox appeared before them as a graceful silhouette. Everyone's pupils constricted, their expressions changing abruptly. Among the crowd, an unknown young disciple exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Sister of Tianzhu Peak!" Yan Zhao, dazed, struggled to open her eyes. Thus, a figure came into view. Though the person's back was to Yan Zhao, she recognized her immediately—it was her senior sister. In her confused state, Yan Zhao's mind could not process why her senior sister would appear so suddenly at this moment. Her lips, bloodstained, moved with difficulty, trying to warn her sister to leave quickly. Despite Yan Zhao's usual blind admiration for her senior sister, she understood that the enemy before them was unlike the small fry they'd faced before. If Ren Qingyue came to save her, she would die. Fear surged within Yan Zhao's heart, causing the golden orb on her chest to flicker intensely. Yet, before she could utter a word, she watched as a streak of light shot from Ren Qingyue's hand, charging at Yun Daozi with relentless momentum. Yun Daozi's expression grew serious, feeling the sharp force surging forth, the killing intent overwhelming, forcing him to raise his sleeve in defense. Zheng— The sound of the sword resonated like a crane's cry, and Yun Daozi's palm was pierced by the sword's blade. Although the long sword hung suspended in the air, its point aiming directly at his brow, had he delayed his defense even slightly, this seasoned expert would've been caught off guard. Ying Xiao was the first to regain his senses, recognizing the weapon that had injured Yun Daozi: "The Demon-Slaying Sword!" Not long ago, celestial officials descended to the mortal realm with the Demon-Slaying Sword to eliminate Nangong Yin, but were manipulated by Dao Ling, after which the sword vanished without a trace. Unexpectedly, it ended up in Ren Qingyue's hands. From Ren Qingyue's appearance to her counterattack with the Demon-Slaying Sword, it happened in a flash. Whether those seated at the front or the disciples of Fuyun Sect on the plaza who witnessed everything, all collectively gasped. Within Fuyun Sect, everyone knew that Ren Qingyue, the Senior Sister of Tianzhu Peak, was Yan Yuanqing's direct disciple. Ren Qingyue was extraordinarily talented, spending most of her time in seclusion, rarely seen. Possessing a cultivation at the Divine Transformation stage at just over a thousand years old, she was a living legend among the younger disciples of Fuyun Sect, despite her cold demeanor. Now, appearing to strike, she even managed to wound Yun Daozi. Yun Daozi's palm shook, sending the Demon-Slaying Sword flying back. Ren Qingyue swiftly retreated half a step, her hand forming a sign, causing the Demon-Slaying Sword to ascend, altering its trajectory. It danced in the air, multiplying into thousands, raining down like drops, each blast of sword energy accurately striking Yun Daozi. Though Ren Qingyue's own cultivation was not fearsome, the might of the Demon-Slaying Sword was formidable, capable of rivaling both gods and demons, forcing Yun Daozi back several steps. He had to sidestep to dispel the force of the attack. Following the rumbling explosion, several pillars behind the sect hall fractured, causing the eaves to collapse partially. The sword energy's aftermath spread, its sharpness undiminished. Except for experts with cultivation beyond the Void Refining stage, everyone within a hundred paces was knocked over by the force. Yun Daozi's attire was riddled with holes, presenting a hitherto unseen disheveled state. Witnessing this from the side, Ying Xiao couldn't help but swallow. Despite facing each other as adversaries, he couldn't help but exclaim at the formidable rising generation. Yan Yuanqing truly taught remarkable disciples; if he faced Ren Qingyue's strike, he might not withstand it. Yun Daozi's half-closed eyes opened fully, the blood in the right eye reflecting his furious demeanor. He retrieved three gray-white nails, flinging them towards Ren Qingyue with a flick of his sleeve. Su Zijun shouted sternly, "Spirit-Sealing Nails!" Facing the crisis head-on, Ren Qingyue felt a chill in her heart, intending to retreat. However, the Spirit-Sealing Nails were as fast as lightning, upon her in an instant, leaving no escape. She crossed her hands to block vital areas, her entire aura expanding outward. The Spirit-Sealing Nails penetrated this layer of protective energy effortlessly. Suddenly, with a hum, the three nails collided with a bloody shadow, deviating from their trajectory, embedding themselves into the ground beside Ren Qingyue. The bloody shadow continued its onslaught, in the blink of an eye crossing several spans of air. Overwhelming killing intent enveloped the Fuyun Sect, like a mountain falling from the sky. Everyone below the Void Refining realm fell to the ground, unable to move. Yun Daozi's internal alarm was immediate, prompting him to gather spiritual energy in defense against the ambush. Swish—a bloody shadow zipped past his shoulder. Then, from behind, came the sound of flesh being pierced. Yun Daozi's eyes widened, his gaze shifting slowly backward. In the next moment, his pupils shrank. Bu Donghou had been impaled through the chest, lifted off the ground by immense force. Thud, he was nailed to the lintel of the Fuyun Sect's main gate. As spatial distortions subsided, a figure emerged, standing poised in mid-air. Her black robe flapped in the fierce wind, sounding like the thunder of a monarch descending. "First, you harmed my wife, now you hurt my daughter." In mid-air, Nangong Yin's expression was imperious, her voice thundering, "Yun Daozi, let's settle old and new accounts together." Chapter 248 "Nangong Yin!" Ying Xiao's eyes widened suddenly. Bu Donghou was nailed by the bloody spear to the lintel of the Fuyun Sect's grand hall entrance, still holding onto his last breath. In his blurred vision emerged Nangong Yin's bloodthirsty, demonic silhouette. His eyes bulged fiercely, seemingly on the verge of tearing apart. Yet as he moved his mouth, blood froth spilled from its corners, splattering onto his chest, dyeing his clothing red. The spear's energy detonated within him, shattering his internal organs, meridians, and spinal column. The broken ends of his bones pierced his flesh, leaving his body mortally wounded beyond repair. But had it ended there, a sliver of hope for life might have remained. Regrettably, Nangong Yin's assault left no room for survival. The bloody spear not only ruined his body but scattered his spirit to irreconcilable fragments. His remaining consciousness only allowed him to glimpse who killed him. Bu Donghou's eyes dulled with shock and terror, pupils unfocused, his life force rapidly waning. Nangong Yin raised her hand, retrieving the bloody spear, which flew back into her grip, steady and firm. As Bu Donghou fell from the lintel, he hit the ground with a resounding thud, his form unrecognizable, left as a mess of blood and shattered remnants. A revered sect leader, dead as if in a farce. Ren Qingyue's retreating steps halted abruptly, raising her gaze to the sky. The figure stood there, as steady as a towering mountain. For a moment, enlightenment struck her, understanding why her master, Yan Yuanqing, had fallen for Nangong Yin. Despite them being from opposing sides, one human and the other from the demon clan, they shared a similar aura, fundamentally the same kind of person. Behind Ren Qingyue, Yan Zhao's muddled consciousness briefly cleared. Nangong Yin's voice reverberated through the heavens, simultaneously ringing in Yan Zhao's ears, making them buzz. Her brain stalled, her disjointed thoughts taking a while to thread together into a coherent line of reasoning. Yun Daozi's eyes, wide open, returned from the depths of fright. Gradually, he understood Nangong Yin's words and, though infuriated, mocked coldly, "Nangong Yin, you, a mighty demon lord, fancy women? If that wasn't enough, you're taking it a step further by raising someone else's child? How laughable." Nangong Yin raised the blood spear with disdain. "How do you know Xiao'er isn't my own flesh and blood?" With those words, the large plaza fell utterly silent. Even Yun Daozi fell abruptly quiet, as if choked into silence. "Preposterous!" Yun Daozi's expression turned manic, feeling utterly humiliated. "Nangong Yin, you must have lost your mind!" How one could speak such an absurd lie was baffling. Observers gradually began to understand the implication in Nangong Yin’s words, faces changing as they pieced together the startling truth, unable to reconcile with their discovery. Perhaps they misunderstood, or maybe Nangong Yin had misspoken? How could it be possible? Among the crowd, Yan Zhao's sluggish thoughts stirred anew. Scenes witnessed within the immortal cave flowed through her mind: the portraits of Yuanqing Immortal Sovereign lining Nangong Yin's study, the hidden demon bloodline within her, and Nangong Yin's unwavering partiality towards her. Like mist clearing away, all these clues converged, revealing the truth at last. Turns out, she didn’t have a father, but instead, two mothers. And, she met Nangong Yin shortly after descending the mountain. When did Nangong Yin recognize her identity, and why didn’t she reveal the truth to her? Yan Zhao was filled with confusion. In midair, Nangong Yin seemed unconcerned. "You stand at the brink of death; any last words, speak them now." Yun Daozi's eyes flickered, and he called out to Ying Xiao in a deep voice, “Alliance Leader Ying, now that Nangong Yin has shown herself, isn't it time for the Celestial Alliance to take action?” As the Demon Lord, Nangong Yin was the Celestial Alliance's foremost enemy. Moreover, today, she openly claimed Yan Yuanqing was her wife, implicating her in the theft of the Divine Source Fruit. If the Celestial Alliance were to capture Nangong Yin and remove this major threat, he could easily seize Yan Zhao. Clouds of calculation filled Yun Daozi's heart. Once the Celestial Alliance was distracted by Nangong Yin, by the time they realized their true target, the Divine Source Fruit would already be refined—it would be too late. By then, he could go anywhere under heaven without restraint. Ying Xiao squinted warily at Nangong Yin, his lips curling into a sneer. “Nangong Yin, others may fear you, but I do not. No matter how imposing you seem, it’s but a facade. The wounds from the Demon-Slaying Sword should yet trouble you, no?” Nangong Yin pointed her spear at him. “Feel free to try and find out.” At that, Ying Xiao laughed heartily, “I’m just a small fry, unfit to go head-to-head with the mighty Demon Lord.” With a nonchalant smirk, he snapped his fingers. After a brief silence, someone among the crowd exclaimed, "An earthquake?" Eight pillars of light ascended from the ground, converging a hundred feet into the air, twisting and coiling into a massive formation covering a wide area. An overwhelming aura pressed down from the sky, causing the ground to tremble violently, hastening the collapse of the Fuyun Sect's main hall. Nangong Yin furrowed her brows, looking towards the source of the alarming aura with a stern gaze. She casually flicked her wrist, sending out a surge of energy. It clashed with a light barrier surrounding the formation but failed to penetrate it, dissipating without breaking the formation. Sensing the invisible pressure and threat, Nangong Yin gripped the Blood Shadow Spear tightly. The towering formation in the sky gradually solidified, its presence between heaven and earth growing thicker by the second. Yao Shenzi looked grave. "It's a teleportation array. What are they planning?” Su Zijun and Yuanhai Zhenren felt it too, an unsettling fear creeping up their spines, signaling something ominous on the horizon. Yun Daozi realized something and looked horrified. “Ying Xiao!” Ying Xiao glanced at him with a faint smile. “Since you personally requested my intervention, I wouldn’t dare neglect it.” Yun Daozi's face turned ashen. Then, a dragon's roar resounded, shaking the heavens and earth. A colossal behemoth emerged from the flashing light of the formation. Three-headed dragons, their scales shimmering with a cold, gray light, spread their wings wide, casting the mountain in shadow. The spectators felt as if in a dream. As the dragon’s breath diffused, threads of fear seeped into every nerve and bone, causing some to faint from sheer terror. In the sky, the scene shifted dramatically. Yan Zhao lifted her head, staring at the massive figure above.