Mo Xiaoji shuddered, realizing the wizard had returned. What should she do?
Her face immediately turned pitiful as she turned around: “Ah!”
It wasn’t the wizard, but the Prince.
The Prince stood under the golden tree, his eyes filled with grievance and anger, looking like a small daughter-in-law wronged by her mother-in-law.
Mo Xiaoji ran to the Prince, unable to believe his handsome face: “How did you come? Are you here to rescue me? Let’s go quickly!”
She spoke while grabbing the Prince’s hand.
But the Prince remained motionless, instead pulling a dagger from his sleeve and offering it to Mo Xiaoji.
Mo Xiaoji recognized the dagger – the one the old monk had given, matching a pair with Ying Luo’s.
“Remember what the old monk said? Kill the wizard,” the Prince smiled, but it was an extremely cold smile.
“What? Kill the wizard?” Mo Xiaoji’s eyes lit up. Was this Prince joking? Asking her to kill a wizard who seemed to have lived for thousands of years? She, Mo Xiaoji, had only lived for a few years. Killing him would be impossible.
But the Prince’s expression was serious: “If someone could kill the wizard, that person would be you.”
Mo Xiaoji wanted to slap him. She thought he came to rescue her, but he actually wanted her to kill the wizard, then the Queen, so he would have no one left to fear. How presumptuous.
The Wizard
The Prince knew Mo Xiaoji’s weakness: “As long as the wizard lives, countless women will be skinned and killed. You can’t bear that, can you?”
“You… I…” Mo Xiaoji’s nose wrinkled.
The Prince continued: “Just stab this dagger into his heart, and he will definitely die. I guarantee that even if you kill him, he won’t harm you. Even if you fail and don’t kill him, you won’t die. No matter what you do, he won’t kill you.”
Mo Xiaoji listened with a bewildered expression, about to speak.
The Prince’s gaze flickered: “He’s coming back. Hide the dagger.”
Before Mo Xiaoji could say anything, the Prince vanished.
“Ah!” Mo Xiaoji looked at the golden fruit in her hand, truly frightened. Having devoured so many of his precious fruits, would he be angry?
But the wizard showed no anger, instead asking Mo Xiaoji happily: “Was it delicious?”
“Delicious.
Seeing Mo Xiaji looking very scared at her, the wizard’s heart tightened. He reached out and held Mo Xiaji’s hand, his eyes filled with a happy expression: “Fortunately you came, otherwise these fruits would have fallen to the ground in ten days, which really worried me a lot.”
The wizard walked slowly over, watching Mo Xiaji standing blankly under the tree.
“Are the fruits tasty?”
Mo Xiaji saw the wizard and her expression slightly changed: “Delicious.”
The wizard was very happy: “It’s good that you like them. These fruits bloom for three hundred years, bear fruit for three hundred years, and mature for three hundred years. When eaten, they are exceptionally delicious.”
“Ah! Three hundred years, that adds up to nine hundred years.” Mo Xiaji looked at the tree full of fruits, her eyes unmoving.
The wizard looked at Mo Xiaji’s dazed appearance and laughed, his laughter looking extremely proud: “After you eat all the fruits on this tree, you’ll have over a thousand years of cultivation, can become immortal, and will be fragrant all over.”
Mo Xiaji’s eyes widened again: “What? Immortal?”
The wizard proudly nodded, boasting like a child: “Really. There were originally one thousand and one fruits here, and I greedily ate one. Now there are still a thousand, exactly a thousand years of cultivation. I’ve been counting every day.”
Moxiao Ji couldn’t care less about the fruits falling to the ground and disappearing, but instead asked Cloud Sleeve sternly: “What did you just say? Human heart… these fruits…”
Cloud Sleeve laughed lightly: “I said nothing. I just said these fruits were hard-won by the wizard, so you shouldn’t waste them, or I’ll be heartbroken.”
Extras: Xiaocao’s Previous Life
Bewitching as water, spring emotions drifting.
The crimson gauze curtain, her slender jade-like fingers gently lifted a corner, revealing a face so beautiful yet demonic, enchanting and mesmerizing, capable of bewitching and melting hearts.
Her gaze softly swept, and men of the world would submit beneath her skirt.
Even if she were a demon, they would willingly lose themselves in intoxication under her skirt.
Humans are foolish, which is why tales of painted skin circulate.
She was naturally a demon, only demons could be born so seductively, so capable of bewitching all.
She had cultivated for six hundred years, yet possessed two thousand years of Taoism.
Unlike the dead Taoist from Manduo Bamboo Grove who had cultivated for fifteen hundred years, killing countless fox demons to enhance his own magic, just on the verge of transforming and becoming immortal, he encountered his destined tribulation.
One glance, and he forgot he was a demon-slaying Taoist, she the demon he was meant to capture.
Willingly becoming her subject, forgetting thousands of years of solitary cultivation.
The cinnabar was naturally given to her willingly, including his life.
She naturally wouldn’t kill like other fox demons, men would willingly offer themselves to her.
But ultimately, she was a demon.
Humans can kill demons, but demons cannot take life.
Heavenly immortals naturally exist to slay demons.
That day, she lazily awoke from her tent, surrounded by numerous beautiful men, all fawning and flattering.
They clearly knew she was a man-eating demon, yet were still mesmerized by her beauty.
She smiled languidly, causing the world to turn upside down.
Suddenly, a shout came from outside the cave: “Fox demon, come out and die, or I’ll burn down your fox den!”
She stepped into red embroidered shoes, draped in a thin gauze like cicada wings, and walked gracefully to the cave entrance.
Demons naturally have demon troubles, constantly harassed by monks, Taoists, or meddling immortals.
Those immortals, before becoming immortals, were also demons, but once they shed their demon skin, they considered themselves divine.
Extras: Xiaocao’s Previous Life
The sunlight outside was truly beautiful.
Four armored men stood at the cave entrance, their expressions filled with hatred.
Demons should be punished by all.
She stood lazily among the hundred flowers at the entrance, not like a merciless demon, but like a delicate young lady leisurely stepping out of her boudoir.
Her gaze was indescribably charming and infinite.
The four men were stunned, exchanging glances.
They were the Jade Emperor’s most trusted front-line generals, having killed countless demons and devils, yet never felt as intimidated as today.
Stunned were not just them, but her as well.
Mortal men naturally cannot compare to heavenly men.
Equally magnificent, equally stunning.
One a god, one a demon.
Staring directly at each other.
Purple flowers bloomed endlessly across the mountains and fields.
Finally, the Southern Gate General couldn’t restrain himself, roaring: “Demon, at death’s door, still daring to use seductive techniques? I’ll take your life!”
The other three generals blushed, each drawing their weapons and charging.
Magical artifacts permeated the air, nearly trapping her multiple times.
Yet she always escaped, repeatedly finding new life.
Repeatedly giving her a chance was the youngest of the four brothers, the Eastern Gate General.
His eyebrows clear and handsome, his lips as delicate as the flowers scattered across the mountains.
She giggled and threw him a flirtatious glance, watching his face slowly turn red.
No matter her cultivation, she was just a demon of a few hundred years.
Gradually falling behind, sustaining injuries.
She used all her magical arts to escape, her internal injuries growing worse.
She lay in the grass, barely breathing.
