Chapter 8 Who is the Most Food-Protective Fox Spirit in the Demon Clan

Chapter 8: Who Is the Most Food-Hoarding Fox Spirit in the Demon Clan?

"You can't even wipe my face? Useless," Xie Huanxiang said, displeased, slapping the man's hand away and grabbing Wu Liu's sleeve to clean his own face.

Wu Liu glanced at his stomach then.

After just two small chicken legs, his belly was already bulging.

The youth looked slender, light enough to lift with one hand, so it was no surprise his appetite was small.

Even though he couldn't eat much, he was super protective of his food. The moment Wu Liu tore off a piece of chicken, Xie Huanxiang shot him a wary look.

Wu Liu pinched the meat and shoved it between his lips. "Huanxiang slipped a sleeping drug—you didn't want Rong Jue to break through the eighth level of the Sword Formation?"

Xie Huanxiang, while swallowing small bites, rolled his eyes at him. "Hmph, mind your own business."

The little fox spirit still had a faint, almost useless shred of caution.

Wu Liu parted his thin lips and spat out cold, malicious words: "I have a way to keep him from breaking through."

Hearing this, Xie Huanxiang's eyes lit up. He licked his lips, about to urge the man to speak, when suddenly a brilliant spiritual light erupted from the distant Misty Peak, shaking the mountain beneath their feet.

"What the... what's going on?" Xie Huanxiang dropped the bone in his hand, ducked behind Wu Liu, and peeked out cautiously.

Wu Liu said, "Your senior brother just broke through to the eighth level of the Sword Formation."

"..."

"This is all your fault!" Xie Huanxiang's eyes reddened in anger as he shoved and slapped the man's back. "If you had a way, why didn't you say so earlier? Now it's too late, no matter what you say."

Wu Liu seemed used to the youth's unreasonable tantrums. He turned around, frowning slightly, even a bit dismissive. "Eighth level? That's nothing."

"You, a Qi Refining waste, do you even know what the eighth level means?" Xie Huanxiang rolled his eyes.

This guy was on the same level as him, even older, yet he dared to spout such nonsense.

The Sword Formation has nine levels. Among all the sword cultivators in the immortal sects, only two have cultivated it beyond the eighth level.

One is Rong Jue, and the other is Rong Jue's master.

"He's rushing to reach the eighth level only because Liu Wudao didn't die, and he's nervous," Wu Liu said coldly.

Even though Xie Huanxiang had secluded himself in the Cangshan Snow Domain for nearly a century, he'd still heard of the name Liu Wudao.

The former Demon Lord, who everyone wanted dead.

Thirty years ago, this man burst onto the scene, sweeping from south to north, leaving corpses everywhere. His overwhelming resentment corroded all flesh and blood, and the bones along the roadside paved his way north.

At the time, the head of the Liuyun Immortal Sect, already at the Nascent Soul stage, was capturing a demon in the south. Hearing the dire news, he went to stop him but was no match. He lost an arm just to get away.

In the end, after seemingly getting tired of roaming the immortal sects' territories, this man submitted to the ten thousand demons in the Demon Realm's Eclipse Moon City and was honored as the Demon Lord.

The master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion exhausted his lifetime of cultivation to figure out that Liu Wudao was originally a speck of dust on the Ten Thousand Ghost Slope. After a thousand years, he devoured countless vengeful spirits abandoned there, merging with the world's most venomous evil thoughts. Neither Buddha nor any force could save him, so he became a demon.

A demon devoid of humanity, without mercy, born from pure evil.

It wasn't until ten years ago that the Demon Realm's Right Protector secretly allied with the immortal sects, luring Liu Wudao into a demon-slaying sword formation set up by a thousand great cultivators. They thought they could kill him, but even at the cost of those thousand cultivators' lives, he still managed to get away with just a breath of life.

The immortal and demon paths had been relentlessly hunting him for years, yet they could never find his hideout.

"This Liu Wudao is really something," Xie Huanxiang marveled. "I wish I was that strong too."

If he were as powerful as Liu Wudao, no one would dare bully the Demon Clan. He'd teach them a lesson with his fists, instead of having to find some lackey to do his dirty work in secret.

He shot the man beside him a disdainful glance.

At his age, with no effort, he's just an outer disciple.

Wu Liu stared at him and said, "At his level of cultivation, if you say his name too many times, he'll sense it."

"And come after you."

Xie Huanxiang immediately covered his mouth, but his sharp eyes caught the slight smirk on Wu Liu's lips. He smacked the man on the head hard.

"Do you think I'm stupid? That Liu Wudao isn't his real name!"

Wu Liu suddenly raised his eyelids. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Xie Huanxiang raised his chin smugly, glancing at him sideways. "Who uses their real name after doing so many bad things? These immortal sect people are so dumb—they probably used a fake name for countless curses without even realizing it. So stupid."

"..."

A faint laugh rolled through Wu Liu's throat, so light it felt like Xie Huanxiang was imagining it.

He blinked as the man reached out and gently wiped the oil from his lips that he hadn't licked off.

"Huanxiang is so smart."

Xie Huanxiang loved being called smart. He couldn't suppress the smile tugging at his lips, humming sweetly, "You don't need to tell me that."

He found Wu Liu more and more agreeable.

Indeed, a lackey should be dumber than oneself, so one could seem smarter.

Having eaten his fill of the mountain chicken and feeling pleased from the praise, Xie Huanxiang stood up from the rock, patted his backside, and hummed a little tune as he left.

A quarter of an hour later, when the youth's figure was no longer visible, Wu Liu remained seated.

"My Lord," a subordinate appeared, his expression unusually grim. "You're not really falling for this little fox spirit, are you?"

"He seduced me first," Wu Liu said, raising his hand to touch the fading slap mark on his face. "Twice."

The subordinate stared at his master's disheveled state, then suddenly thought of something, his expression turning numb. "My Lord, that night... you didn't deliberately leave the corpse behind, did you?"

Wu Liu ignored him, closing his eyes to rest.

"My Lord, didn't I tell you? You're currently the most... uh..."

Wu Liu raised his hand, and thick black mist emerged from his palm, wrapping around the subordinate's neck and tightening abruptly.

The subordinate's face flushed crimson as he met the man's emotionless eyes, a belated fear rising within him.

"Wu Liu!" The youth's crisp call came again.

Wu Liu twisted his wrist sharply, flinging the man into a pile of fallen leaves, and turned to look at Xie Huanxiang, who was running back, panting.

He had run so fast that beads of sweat dotted the tip of his nose.

"It's all your fault," Xie Huanxiang said irritably, slapping away the man's hand reaching to wipe his sweat. "I don't care—you have to think of another way to stop senior brother from stabilizing his Sword Formation realm so quickly."

Wu Liu pulled a strangely shaped shard of glass from his bosom.

"What's this?" Xie Huanxiang took the shard, holding it up to the sunlight.

"A Demon Heart Fragment," Wu Liu leaned down, his lips near Xie Huanxiang's ear, his voice low. "Place it under your pillow, and it will let you send dreams to a demon."

Xie Huanxiang froze, feeling the Demon Heart Fragment in his hand grow scorching hot. "How do you have something like this?"

"The demon in the dream will obey your every command," Wu Liu said meaningfully. "All it asks is that Huanxiang give it a small, faint reward."

Xie Huanxiang pocketed the Demon Heart Fragment and returned to his private wooden cabin, sitting in a daze on the bed.

"Junior brother?" A knock at the door from Rong Jue snapped him back to reality.

Xie Huanxiang quickly hid the Demon Heart Fragment under his bedding. "Come in."

Rong Jue pushed the door open and saw him refusing to meet his gaze. "Still mad at me, Senior Brother?"

Xie Huanxiang reluctantly turned his head to look at him. "Senior Brother, you've broken through to the eighth level of the Sword Formation. Shouldn't you be busy stabilizing your realm instead of coming to find me?"

"Breaking through was just an accident. Speaking of which, I owe it all to Huanxiang," Rong Jue crouched down, pausing to choose his words. "I was too eager before, but I could never find the right moment. Thanks to Huanxiang staying by my side, my mind relaxed, and I succeeded."

"Huanxiang is a lucky star, blessed with good fortune. Forcing things only leads to failure. I won't push you to cultivate anymore," Rong Jue said solemnly. "I apologize to you. Can you forgive me, Senior Brother?"

Xie Huanxiang: "..."

Xie Huanxiang grabbed a pillow and chased this fox-annoying man out.

He didn't infiltrate the immortal sect to be some lucky star—he wanted to be a troublemaker! He wanted to become the finest spy of the demon clan!

After a moment, Xie Huanxiang's anger gradually subsided.

He pulled out the Demon Heart Fragment and placed it under his pillow, a flicker of curiosity stirring within him.

Would the demon who received his dream really obey his every command?

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