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"What are you doing at this hour?" Wan Qiu's movements disturbed Yun Daoyun, who was sleeping in bed. He turned over impatiently, not even opening his eyes.
"I need to pee," Wan Qiu said casually, her face slightly flushed.
"Lazy people have to go more often," Yun Daoyun mumbled as he turned over again and fell back asleep, his voice muffled.
Wan Qiu shot him a glare, her eyes seeming to burn with fire, as if she could hear the sound of her teeth grinding.
As she reached the door, that voice suddenly echoed in her ear: " Wan Qiu, he's pretending to be asleep." This was the secret communication technique of the the Fox Clan, known only to closely related Fox demon s.
Wan Qiu hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and turned back to spit out her inner core. The inner core transformed into a brilliant golden rope that shot toward the bed with a whoosh, instantly binding Yun Daoyun tightly, the rope constricting around his body.
At this point, Yun Daoyun could no longer pretend to be asleep. He struggled to sit up, twisting his body incessantly but found himself unable to move due to the tight grip of the rope. "Are you insane? You actually used your inner core to trap me! Do you believe I won't destroy your inner core and send your soul scattering?" Yun Daoyun shouted angrily, his eyes wide with rage and shock.
The inner core was of utmost importance to a spirit, yet Wan Qiu...
In that moment, Yun Daoyun felt an indescribable sensation—part anger, part something else—his heart a mix of emotions as he furrowed his brow tightly.
Wan Qiu touched her chest and pitifully clasped her hands in a plea. "So please have mercy and don't resist. I promise I'll be back soon."
After thinking for a moment, she anxiously returned to the bedside and quickly waved her hands to set up a protective barrier that shimmered with faint light.
Following the sound's guidance, Wan Qiu ran all the way to the small grove on the back mountain, where moonlight spilled through the trees in a dappled pattern.
Wan Qiu ran breathlessly, her steps hurried.
Under the moonlight stood a Yellow-Clad Woman. Hearing her footsteps, the woman turned with a smile, " Wan Qiu."
"Aunt." Wan Qiu rushed into the embrace of the Yellow-Clad Woman, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance and dependence.
This Yellow-Clad Woman was none other than the Fox demon who had lured in Yuan Yang that night— Wan Qiu's own aunt, Feng Sanniang.
After a detailed conversation with Feng Sanniang, Wan Qiu finally understood the situation.
It turned out that Feng Sanniang had given birth to a half-human, half-demon daughter named Yun Ling'er. Unfortunately, when her daughter was born, she was struck by heavenly lightning. Though they managed to save her life, it shattered three parts of her soul.
To prolong her daughter's life, Feng Sanniang had no choice but to seduce young men and absorb their Yuan Yang to protect her daughter.
As they reminisced for a while longer, Wan Qiu suddenly felt a tingling in her palm, followed by a violent tremor throughout her body, as if she had been attacked by something.
Wan Qiu's face turned pale, her eyes widened in shock. She stumbled and nearly lost her balance, swaying unsteadily.
Feng Sanniang quickly reached out to support Wan Qiu. "What’s wrong with you?"
Wan Qiu couldn't afford to explain much; she turned and ran back, her steps unsteady and urgent. "It's bad! Someone has broken my barrier; Yun Daoyun is in danger!"
"You're in such a hurry for that Taoist?"
Feng Sanniang suddenly smiled bitterly, her expression filled with complex emotions. She raised a hand and pointed at Wan Qiu, who was frozen in place behind her. "No need to go there; those are two friends I invited. Yun Daoyun is a Taoist priest, and with his Yuan Yang, my Ling'er might be able to gather her soul."
"Aunt, you..." Before she could finish her sentence, Wan Qiu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which appeared particularly glaring under the moonlight.
Logically, being disrupted from a barrier shouldn't be this serious. Feng Sanniang grasped Wan Qiu's wrist and checked with her fingers, then exclaimed in shock, "You actually used your inner elixir..."
"I was afraid Yun Daoyun would discover you, Aunt. He's very powerful; he has a Demon Lock Tower specifically for capturing spirits."
Tears streamed down Wan Qiu's face like beads from a broken string. "Aunt, am I about to lose my soul?"
" Wan Qiu, don't be afraid; Aunt won't let anything happen to you." Feng Sanniang held Wan Qiu tightly in her arms, her eyes revealing a hint of comfort and determination.
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