Chapter 118: Fox Demon, What Are You Doing? (Please Subscribe; 4/5)

“Young master, would you like some wine...?”

Within Madam Qian’s chamber, the soft crimson decor gave the atmosphere a peculiar feeling, much like when Jiang Lin was forcibly taken into a tutoring institution.

“Drink? Of course I will,” Jiang Lin replied with upright confidence as he accepted the wine cup.

However, in the moment of taking it, he accidentally brushed Madam Qian’s finger. She pinched a handkerchief and flicked it at his face:

“You rascal! What’s the rush for?”

Jiang Lin: “......”

He drained the cup in one gulp.

The taste was pleasant, a blend reminiscent of rice wine mixed with stronger liquor that didn’t quite knock one out. There was also a faint hint of combustible oolong tea. The wine was laced with poison, though its potency was weak—less fierce even than the meat bun he’d once been given a decade ago by a peasant cultivator named “Bi Youdu.”

“Young master, would you care for another cup?”

Madam Qian, dressed coolly, poured him another glass of the poisoned wine.

Jiang Lin smiled faintly, a comical expression crossing his face as he grasped Madam Qian’s hand: “Certainly.”

He emptied the second cup.

After the next one, a flush crept to Jiang Lin’s cheeks, his expression growing hazy and soft, resembling a small teddy bear.

“Would the young master be willing to teach this maiden some knowledge in your slumbering place?”

“Absolutely... absolutely wonderful...”

Thud—

No sooner had Jiang Lin spoken than his body suddenly tipped forward, forehead striking the table with a dull thud.

“Master Si? Master Si?”

Madam Qian called softly, but Jiang Lin had already lost consciousness.

After all, you can never wake someone who’s only pretending to sleep...

The fox demon extended her hand, checking Jiang Lin’s pulse. Four tails flickered behind her, brushing against him lightly as if to test something.

Feigning unconsciousness, Jiang Lin sensed spiritual energy seeping from those tails, probing him.

They were checking if he was truly unconscious.

Fortunately, Jiang Lin had secretly chewed half a “Feign Death Pill” from the system’s shop just before drinking.

One whole pill could simulate death without detection.

Half a pill could simulate unconsciousness.

“Sigh... How can such a young and handsome cultivator at the Observation Sea Realm be wasted like this...”

[What the hell! This fox demon is taking liberties with me!]

Just as Jiang Lin played dead, waiting for the fox to lower her guard and carry him to bed so he could subdue her in one swift move, he felt her actually touching his face! And her tails kept stroking his head.

Did this fox like to play the “head pat” game?

The fox demon gently touched Jiang Lin’s face, confirming he was truly unconscious. She then recalled that the great lord had said he wore a false face.

To be safe, she carefully lifted the mask from his handsome visage, careful not to damage it.

Comparing it to the portrait the lord had given her, she examined Jiang Lin’s true face and sighed: “Though still quite handsome, it’s a bit disappointing. The false face is much more attractive.”

Hearing this, Jiang Lin’s chest tightened!

[How dare you! What kind of taste does this fox have? What’s so great about that fake mask? My real face is the one that’s truly handsome—100% natural!]

Tilting his head aside, the fox sighed softly: “Alas... though it’s not as handsome as the mask, I still find it a pity. You’re quite good-looking and worth keeping. How did you offend that great lord?”

[Which great lord? The will of Qi? What’s this fox talking about? Could it be the leader of the Solitary Demon Sect? Ah, it must be him. This fox is indeed affiliated with the Solitary Demon Sect.]

“Forget it. That lord didn’t say when to kill you anyway. I suppose tasting you first won’t hurt. After all, a cultivator so young, already at Observation Sea Realm and so handsome, is a rare treasure. In the demon world, you’d have been seized long ago by a regional lord to serve as their personal guard.”

Madam Qian muttered to herself as she gently supported the unconscious Jiang Lin and moved toward the scented bed.

Hooking her shoulder, Jiang Lin quietly began channeling spiritual power. Behind Madam Qian, his fingertips gathered spiritual energy, crackling with small sparks.

This was the “Paralyzing Finger” technique, one of the secret arts taught to him by Jia Tengying, the so-called “Thunder and Lightning Law King” of the Sun and Moon Sect, to counteract the money owed for a corset.

With his current cultivation, it was enough to make Madam Qian faint.

Yet just as Jiang Lin’s finger was about to touch the fox demon’s back, a few streams of spiritual energy gradually appeared in the room. Immediately, he retracted the electric sparks from his fingertips.

“Fox demon, what are you doing?”

Four clouds of black mist appeared, and when they dissipated, four assassins dressed in black night garb stood in the room.

“Since this person is going to die anyway, why not let me drain him dry first? It’ll help me cultivate. I think Sister Xiaoye won’t mind. This has the great lord’s permission.”

“The Blood Name Formation activates tonight. There’s no time for your antics. We’ll act now.”

The fox demon glanced at Jiang Lin and swallowed nervously: “Isn’t that a bit wasteful?”

“If you don’t move, we will. Don’t think you get special treatment just because you and the sect leader are both foxes!”

Hearing the threat, the fox demon’s four pale yellow tails flickered with killing intent.

Though the three assassins were not highly ranked, thinking of their leader, the fox chose to compromise.

“Hmph! Take him then!”

With a “bang,” the fox demon tossed Jiang Lin to the ground as if discarding unwanted cargo.

Jiang Lin felt a dull ache in his old waist as he hit the floor.

An assassin stepped forward, drawing a dagger from who knew where, plunging it straight toward Jiang Lin’s heart.

Just as the blade was about to pierce his chest, the room transformed into a desolate wilderness filled with iron swords thrust into the ground, each radiating a sharp killing aura—a forest of blades.

The dagger hovered less than an inch from Jiang Lin’s chest, but his hand could not move downward another fraction!

“This won’t do!”

Before the others could react, a dozen flying swords shot up from the earth, stabbing toward the remaining assassins.

The assassin in front of Jiang Lin was pierced through the brain by a tiny yet deadly “First Snow” sword, collapsing instantly.

“How are you unharmed?”

The fox demon was shocked. Sensing danger, her four long tails lashed toward Jiang Lin.

“Hmph! Just one at Dragon Gate Realm and three at Cave Mansion Realm? You’ve seriously underestimated me!”

Within the realm of Infinite Sword Control, Jiang Lin’s cultivation was effectively raised by one rank. Taking a deep breath, he transformed his sword into a radiant rainbow, thrusting straight at the fox demon.

The other three were merely ordinary Cave Mansion Realm cultivators; they were no match. Within ten rounds, the flying swords pierced their hearts.

Though the fox demon was at Dragon Gate Realm and not skilled in combat, Jiang Lin’s swordplay forced her to retreat continuously.

“Thunder Half-Moon Slash!”

Leaping high, Jiang Lin unleashed a cascade of moonlight that poured like a waterfall, illuminating Madam Qian’s mansion. Endless moonlight swirled around the “First Snow” sword in his hand.

In an instant, the crystal-clear blade shimmered as if adorned in crimson finery, breathtakingly beautiful.

With his sword acting as a blade, Jiang Lin shattered the illusion along with it.

Just as the fox demon closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate, the blade halted before her forehead.

Long moments passed before she realized she was still alive and slowly opened her eyes.

Before her stood a man, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a gaping hole through his abdomen.

A snowy white tail pierced through his body, its fur gradually stained with crimson blood...

The pinnacle.