Go to the Fox Clan Realm, Kill Ye Qingchuan

“Someone there!!!”

“Get out here and serve me in beddddd!!! Hic!”

The slurred shouts and stumbling footsteps echoed from the palace courtyard.

Whoosh! The sound instantly jolted the dozen drowsy little fox girls wide awake. They trembled—shiver shiver—and scrambled behind He Ange and An Luo Yi, shaking like leaves. Wide eyes reflected pure terror, tiny hearts pounded with fear. Thump-thump-thump-thump!

FWOOSH!

An Luo Yi couldn’t sit still. Shink! She summoned her sword with a flick of her wrist, cold killing intent flashing dangerously in her eyes.

At the same time, He Ange gently patted the head of the little fox girl closest to him, raising an eyebrow. “Does this… happen often?”

“Mmhmm…” The little fox nodded, bad memories surfacing, making her tremble even more. Sniffle… She spoke hesitantly, “A-At night… the elders usually make us stay in safe places… T-They told us to hide if we see any drunk Immortal Attendants…”

“Ahhh, so that’s why you were all so scared of me earlier,” He Ange murmured thoughtfully. Got it.

He smiled faintly, asking no more questions. He rose and walked towards the door. “Luo Yi, come. Let’s go ‘meet’ this esteemed Immortal Attendant with your husband.”

He Ange pushed open the heavy doors and stood at the top of the steps, hands clasped behind his back. His moon-white Daoist robes gave him an air of profound mystery, while his handsome face held a chilling displeasure.

Behind him, the silver-haired fairy already had her sword in hand, dragon horns subtly shimmering into existence. Her posture radiated martial prowess and dominance. Her phoenix eyes, however, reflected a killing intent as deep and dark as the abyss. Though only at the peak of Deity Transformation, her aura felt like that of an world-toppling sword immortal, terrifying to behold.

Down below in the courtyard, their eyes fell upon a man clad in gold-threaded Dragon robes. His face was flushed red from drink, and he swayed unsteadily, barely able to tell which way was up. Wobble wobble… He Ange quickly assessed him: likely a third-rank Deity Transformation attendant, probably some young master from a prominent clan.

“Ehh? Who’re you two?” the drunken attendant mumbled, confused by the unfamiliar faces.

But then his gaze drifted to the palace windows, where several small fox heads peeked out. Heh heh heh… Understanding dawned, and a lewd, drunken grin spread across his face. “My my, friend… not cool! Sneaking off from the party early… tsk tsk… leaving your brothers behind to steal a snack alllll for yourself~?”

“Steal what snack,” He Ange asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Stealing the Fox Clan’s little— WHA?!”

Before the drunken attendant could finish his sentence— ZING!!! —the silver-haired fairy beside He Ange fully manifested her dark gold dragon horns. Simultaneously, abyssal demonic markings snaked up her right arm— FWOOOSH! —igniting both her Dragon and Phoenix bloodlines. Her killing intent surged past its breaking point. Her power spiked terrifyingly, brushing against the threshold of the Void Refining realm!

She raised her sword, its intent coalescing into a slash of pure abyssal darkness—

SHLICK!

Just one horizontal sweep. Head separated from body.

Splat! The head tumbled through the air and landed with a wet thud. The drunken attendant hadn’t even managed another word, his eyes wide with disbelief, dead before he knew it.

Thump.

The body crumpled to its knees, then pitched forward onto the ground. Squelch.

Silence descended upon the courtyard, thick and heavy, broken only by the spreading scent of fresh blood. Drip… drip…

“Filth…” the silver-haired fairy spat coldly. Shk! She sheathed her sword with a flick of her wrist, as casually as swatting a dirty, annoying fly. The abyssal killing intent in her phoenix eyes remained unwavering.

Watching this, a few beads of sweat trickled down He Ange’s temple. He glanced sideways at An Luo Yi’s face. Just then, she turned her head, their eyes meeting.

He Ange suppressed a flicker of unease and managed a small, approving smile. “Nicely done.”

He reached out and gently touched the fairy’s beautiful, now ruthlessly cold cheek. Poof! A faint blush instantly spread across her face, making her look shy and slightly embarrassed. Eep!

Behind them, inside the palace, the little foxes peeking from the windows gasped collectively— gasp! —their eyes wide, staring in stunned disbelief, almost forgetting to breathe. Dragon Dynasty Immortal Attendants… they were the actual rulers of the Fox Clan now! They were supposed to be treated like absolute superiors! Yet… this white-robed young master and the silver-haired fairy… they’d just instantly killed one, without a shred of fear or hesitation! Wha—?!

But then, seeing the powerful fairy blush under the young master’s praise… the little foxes gasped again— hiss! —as if they’d suddenly pieced together some terrifying gossip from the pair’s interaction and He Ange’s casual words. T-The fairy sister who just casually decapitated a third-rank attendant… is acting all shy and obedient like a little wife when that Young Master He touches her…?! The power dynamic was… crystal clear.

“…?” He Ange glanced back at the wide-eyed little foxes at the windows. He paused, then chuckled teasingly, “What’re you kids staring at? Shouldn’t you be hiding?”

“Ngh!” The little foxes flinched and quickly ducked their heads back inside, not daring to peek anymore. Scurry scurry!

Meanwhile, An Luo Yi was still blushing from He Ange’s touch. Pout. She puffed her cheeks slightly, looking even more bashful and a little resentful. “Th-The children are watching… Can’t you be a little more serious…?”

“Don’t worry about them. Your husband just wants to touch you.”

Smack!

He playfully slapped her soft, snow-white bottom. His expression grew even more mischievous.

WHAP! An Luo Yi yelped softly, her face flushing crimson. Eek! She glared daggers at He Ange through clenched teeth, but didn’t dare actually voice her anger, remaining obediently silent. The great Woman Blessed by Fa— When has she ever suffered such indignity?! The terrifying part? Her body betrayed her with a faint, tingling thrill… Ugh! No! Bad body! Even being openly teased like this, not a single shred of rebellious thought stirred within her! An Luo Yi herself couldn’t believe she’d reached a point where she’d just… let He Ange play with her like this.

“This should be the first time you’ve personally killed an orthodox immortal cultivator, right?” He Ange asked with a knowing, cold smirk, his hand now gently stroking her side. “Come on, tell your big bad villain husband… what are you thinking? Any regrets?”

“Regrets? Whyyy would I regret that? I’m not some overly sensitive woman…” An Luo Yi turned her blushing face away, huffing lightly. “Besides… scum like that, who’d target even young fox cubs… deserves to die!”

“Well said! Excellent!” He Ange applauded softly. He stopped teasing her then, clearing his throat twice. “Go on inside and look after the children. Your husband will be there shortly.”

“And you?” An Luo Yi grabbed his arm, her phoenix eyes suddenly filled with anxiety, terrified he might vanish the moment she looked away. Don’t go!

He Ange pursed his lips, then firmly pinched An Luo Yi’s cheek again. Ouchie! “You still dare to doubt your husband? You’re the one who just killed a Dragon Dynasty attendant without a second thought! Someone has to clean up your mess, you know?”

“Ah…” Realizing she’d asked a childishly dumb question, An Luo Yi’s face burned even hotter with shame, unable to meet his gaze. S-Sorry… Without another word, she turned and went back inside to comfort the little fox girls who had just witnessed a murder and were likely traumatized.

Left alone, He Ange clasped his hands behind his back. He walked down the steps and stared at the decapitated corpse of the Dragon Dynasty attendant, rubbing his temples with a growing headache. Sigh… “This woman… killing someone without a word is one thing, but did she have to take the head clean off? Couldn’t even leave a complete corpse…” Another resigned sigh escaped him. Cleanup time.

After a moment’s thought, He Ange figured out a solution. Flick flick. He raised his fingers, and instantly, thousands of razor-thin silver threads materialized in the air, dancing under his precise control. Weave weave weave…

The silver threads converged, first lifting the headless corpse from the ground— hsssss —then intricately weaving through limbs and joints, transforming it into a ‘Wedding Dress’ puppet. Then, He Ange directed more threads to gently lift the severed head— hssss —positioning it back onto the neck. Using the threads like superfine surgical sutures, he began meticulously stitching the head back onto the body. Stitch stitch stitch…

After a lengthy ‘operation’, thanks to He Ange’s increasingly refined puppetry skills, the decapitated attendant looked… mostly whole again. A perfect, albeit lifeless, puppet.

Finished, He Ange admired his handiwork, feeling quite pleased. “Senior Sister Yuan Yi’s Thread-Pulling Show technique really is useful.”

He raised his hand, dark abyss demonic energy swirling around his palm— VWOOOM —then slammed his demonic claw onto the puppet’s forehead!

In the next instant— ZZZZT! —abyssal demonic power flooded the puppet’s form. Ghk! Argh! The puppet began to writhe and struggle painfully.

After some time, the demonic corruption was complete. Snap. The puppet’s eyes opened, revealing pupils filled with emptiness and the chilling darkness of the abyss.

Thump.

The puppet dropped to one knee, bowing its head respectfully to He Ange. “Master…”

“Go back. Be discreet. Hide your… condition… as much as possible. I have plans for you at a critical moment.”

“Yes!” The puppet nodded stiffly, then rose and walked away into the night. Clank… clank…

He Ange smiled faintly. Perfect. Ever since the Dragon-Phoenix battle, he’d discovered those interesting ‘Bewitching Mushrooms’ in the giant fungi forest beneath the Abyss. Following Feng Yuan’s advice, he’d refined them into a potent poison. He just hadn’t had a chance to test its effects… until now. Time to see what this little concoction does to a Dragon Dynasty attendant! Heh heh…

Meanwhile, within the Dragon Dynasty Camp in the Fox Realm…

“WHAT?!”

“Her Majesty the Empress sent two envoys to… supervise us??”

Late that night, Ye Qingchuan received the intel leaked by the Fox Clan elders (the Saintess Faction ones). He felt a jolt of unease. Damn it!

His blunder on the northern border… the Empress had been furious afterward. An Luo Yi got snatched away by He Yuan (He Ange) into the Abyss, Feng Yuan’s territory, leaving the Empress powerless against them. Old fox Li Nanshan commanded too many top sect elders, making him too risky to punish severely.

So, who was left to take the fall? Ye Qingchuan, the unlucky bastard.

Ohhh, the Empress had reamed him out that day. If Ye Qingchuan hadn’t desperately explained himself, and if Yan Ruyu hadn’t pleaded for him, the Empress might have killed him right then and there just to vent her anger.

Since then, not only was the Empress utterly disappointed in him, but Yan Ruyu, his childhood friend, the White Dragon Saintess, now despised him even more. When Ye Qingchuan tried to explain, she’d just cursed him out— “You useless good-for-nothing! You fail at everything! Not only did you screw up, you dragged me down with you!” —pointing right at his nose. Ye Qingchuan couldn’t say anything back; he just had to swallow his bad luck. As his childhood friend, Yan Ruyu pleading for his life before the Empress was already the greatest act of mercy he could expect. She had every right to curse him.

But… it broke Ye Qingchuan’s heart. Accused by everyone… he felt utterly alone, misunderstood. Nobody gets it… He’d tried to secretly protect Lady Luo Yi! He’d worked so hard investigating Li Nanshan, trying to clear her name! And this was his reward?! Betrayal from everyone?!

Ye Qingchuan’s heart turned black. I was so stupid… so naive! Fine! From now on, no more being the righteous good guy! I’ll be just like He Yuan—a despicable, blackened villain!

So, shortly after the northern border battle, Ye Qingchuan heard the rumors from the southern secret realms: the Fox Saintess, ambushed by demonic cultivators, crippled. Perfect timing.

That last battle, An Luo Yi’s sword through his heart had severely wounded him. Even after Yan Ruyu saved him, Ye Qingchuan’s cultivation was nearly halved, leaving him crippled himself… He urgently needed a way to recover his strength.

And the crippled Fox Saintess? The perfect cultivation furnace.

The Nine-Tailed Bloodline… Normally, attempting dual cultivation with one unprepared could drain an opponent dry, leaving them wasted. But if controlled properly? The Nine-Tailed bloodline was the ultimate, highest-quality cultivation furnace in the world!

And now, the crippled Fox Saintess was like a tigress with her fangs and claws pulled out. Ripe for the taking. The only tricky part? Dual cultivation required consent to be truly effective.

Thus, Ye Qingchuan devised a plan. He didn’t report back to the Empress. He gathered his own forces and headed straight for the Fox Clan Secret Realm.

Among the Dragon attendants stationed there were many young geniuses from various sects. Many, like him, had heard about the crippled Fox Saintess and specifically requested assignment here, claiming they wanted to ‘fight demonic cultivators’. In reality, they were all after the Fox Clan’s resources and the Saintess’s bloodline.

Ye Qingchuan wasn’t worried about these rivals. He was the Azure Dragon Heavenly Son from the Nine Heavens! Forget cultivation level, just his family background alone meant none of these human geniuses dared compete with him for the Saintess.

Within three days, using his power and influence, Ye Qingchuan had brought ninety percent of the stationed Dragon attendants under his command! Easy. As the Azure Dragon prodigy, he naturally had powerful experts from his clan accompanying him as protectors. So, when several Void God realm Azure Dragon experts simply stood there… which Dragon Dynasty general dared not submit?

As for the original ‘Commander-in-Chief’, a First-Rank Dragon General appointed by the Empress? He saw Ye Qingchuan’s Dragon Clan command token. Though unhappy, he had no choice but to obey…

After that, Ye Qingchuan essentially held absolute power in the Fox Clan Secret Realm. To force the Saintess into marriage, he secretly struck a deal with the Ghost Controlling Sect’s Holy Son. They’d put on a show, carving up the Fox Clan’s resources together from inside and out. The Ghost Sect readily agreed, promising not to launch an all-out assault for the time being, allowing both sides to ‘recuperate’. All orchestrated by Ye Qingchuan behind the scenes.

Just recently, that original First-Rank Dragon General had grown resentful of Ye Qingchuan’s actions and tried to secretly report him to the Empress. But Ye Qingchuan anticipated it, using poisoned wine to control the general. Threatened, the general didn’t dare expose Ye Qingchuan.

And so, Ye Qingchuan achieved complete dominance over the Fox Clan Secret Realm.

But now… two more Dragon Dynasty special envoys show up, claiming to be inspecting the situation on the Empress’s behalf?!

“Tch! What a troublesome time!” Ye Qingchuan clicked his tongue, annoyed. He narrowed his dragon eyes, scoffing dismissively, “My Army!”

“Tomorrow morning, accompany me personally to welcome our guests. I want to see just who these sacred special envoys really are.” His tone dripped with contempt.

Dragon Dynasty Sacred Court.

Within the resplendent divine palace, a young woman knelt on the floor. Dressed in a sacred golden immortal gown, with golden hair, draconic features, and radiant grace, she held golden dragon horns. Her head was bowed low, displaying humility despite her elegance.

Behind her stood a middle-aged man with a stern face and identical sacred golden dragon horns. One master, one servant, both exuding elegance and sanctity. If she was the princess, he was her knight.

And on the high platform before them stood the True Dragon Empress herself. Clad in imperial robes, her figure was tall, slender, and divinely graceful.

At this moment, the Empress gazed out towards the horizon, hands clasped behind her back. Her silhouette seemed lonely, chillingly desolate. Silence filled the divine palace, the atmosphere frigid and tense.

After a long pause, the Empress finally sighed, her voice cold, “Chen Sheng. Go to the Fox Clan Secret Realm. Kill Ye Qingchuan.”

Her tone was absolute, carrying an undeniable killing intent. Instantly, the temperature in the palace plummeted. Brrrr!

The golden dragon young woman blinked, momentarily wondering if she’d misheard. Kill… Ye Qingchuan? But she was clever. A moment’s thought, connecting the dots with current events, and she roughly guessed the underlying situation.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The draconic young woman bowed her head, clasping her fists, but a cold smirk played on her lips.

The Empress spoke again, “After killing Ye Qingchuan, eliminate the demonic cultivators from the Ghost Controlling and Blood Refining Sects. And… if you find anyone impersonating Dragon Dynasty special envoys… kill them too, while you’re at it.”

“Sister~ Are you treating little Sheng like just another Dragon General now~?” the draconic young woman suddenly teased, her tone playful.

In the entire vast Dragon Dynasty, perhaps only Chen Sheng dared to speak so cheekily to the Empress.

The Empress sighed. She turned around, in no mood for the girl’s games, and raised her hand, preparing to unleash immense pressure— VMMMM!

“No no, wait!”
“I was just kidding! Just kiddingggg!” The draconic young woman’s face went pale— Eek! —seeing she was about to get disciplined. She immediately put on a cute, obedient expression, wagging her tail placatingly. Please don’t hit me!

Seeing this, the Empress lowered her hand, speaking coldly, “Chen Sheng, you better handle the tasks I’ve given you properly…” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “If you fail… I’ll throw you into the Abyss to feed the Devouring Rocs.”

“—!!!” The golden dragon princess shivered violently and obediently accepted her orders. Y-Yes Ma’am!

Meanwhile, on the Fox Clan Border…

The White Dragon Saintess, Yan Ruyu, was rushing towards the Fox Clan territory when she suddenly received another highly classified message via Dragon Clan means.

Reading it, her face turned deathly pale, her expression grave. “Ye Qingchuan!!! You really are dead meat this time, you know that?!?!” She practically screamed internally.

“Urgh! You’re soooo annoying!”
“If it wasn’t for Uncle’s sake, who’d bother trying to save your sorry ass?!”

Yan Ruyu felt overwhelming anxiety. She had to get there tonight and deal with Ye Qingchuan herself…

Otherwise, once Chen Sheng arrived tomorrow… Ye Qingchuan was truly, irrevocably doomed.

Because that True Dragon princess… was far, far more ruthless than Yan Ruyu could ever be! Faster! I have to go faster!