Chapter Two: Lingxuan Emperor

Qingfeng Hall

Nan Xianyi carefully poured tea into the cup from the teapot on the coffee table, every movement extremely cautious, afraid of making the slightest mistake.

Just as he was about to sit down, a faint voice whispered beside him, "Have you forgotten about your master?"

Nan Xianyi was startled, almost stumbling and falling, "Master, you're joking," he said with a forced smile.

The words of his master sounded like he was teasing a child, which was quite unusual. Nan Xianyi couldn't help but wonder when his usually serious master had become so playful.

Not to mention that he was indeed a bit late this time, but the reason was that the master was always trying to send him away.

However, Nan Xianyi only dared to grumble inwardly about this, fearing his master like death itself.

Nan Xianyi took a sip of tea and swallowed his frustration before saying, "Disciple's thoughts were incomplete. I should have returned to see Master early, but I was delayed by some urgent matters on the way."

The Lingxuan Emperor took a leisurely sip of tea and said, "What could be more important than your master? Tell me."

Nan Xianyi was taken aback for a moment and silently berated himself for nearly letting slip. He raised his cup again, leaning closer to the two pale pink lips, but hesitated to make the next move.

With his eyes lowered, he stared at the green tea, lost in thought for a moment.

Since the topic had been broached, he continued, "During my descent from the mountain, I encountered a man in black. He was extremely elusive and powerful. I engaged him twice, but he managed to escape both times."

The Lingxuan Emperor pondered, "A man in black? Who could it be to escape from you... Could it be someone from the demon race?"

"I'm not sure about that. But his appearance was suspicious, like he was looking for something! But there's something I find very strange!"

The Lingxuan Emperor paused, raising his cup to look at Nan Xianyi, his voice cold, "Go on."

"That day when I fought him, I found that although he claimed to be from the demon race, I couldn't sense any demonic energy from him, not even his presence. It's as if he's deliberately restraining himself, or perhaps he's completely sealed off."

The fact that there was no trace of demonic energy on the man in black, as if he had suppressed it with his own power, puzzled Nan Xianyi. Why would he do that? There must be something fishy going on.

The Lingxuan Emperor pondered for a long time, seemingly thinking of the same question. Furrowing his ink-white brows, he set down his cup and said, "Go back and investigate this person for me. Inform me immediately if you have any news."

"Understood."

Nan Xianyi responded and was about to leave when he remembered something and turned back to bow, "Earlier, I heard news from the heavenly realm that Fairy Zhanghua and God Linyi will be returning in a few days."

Fairy Zhanghua and God Linyi were the Lingxuan Emperor's pride and joy.

Both were exceptionally talented, and despite their young age, they had already been conferred with immortal titles. The Lingxuan Emperor was naturally extremely proud of them.

However, since they ascended to the Ninth Heaven, they rarely returned. He also wanted to visit them, but there were too many trivial matters in Fusang. If he left, there would be no one to manage Fusang.

Although he had a younger brother who was not very capable, he only knew how to wander around the mortal realm all day long. Even though he had been conferred with the title of a star deity, he couldn't control his wandering heart.

Now that he heard this news, he was afraid he had misheard and confirmed it several times before believing it, even boasting about hosting a grand banquet.

Lan Yue Ge

Nan Xianyi returned to his room and looked at the little fox cowering in the corner, probably startled by the commotion earlier.

It was covered in wounds, and Nan Xianyi, afraid of causing it further pain, found a thick cotton wad to wrap it in.

As he began to exert force, his fingers suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he instinctively flung the fox away.

Lowering his head, he saw a neat row of teeth marks on his hand, with red blood seeping from the indentations.

Nan Xianyi sucked in a cold breath, then, in a fit of anger, pointed at the fox and cursed, "You ungrateful fox, I saved you out of kindness, and this is how you repay me?"

His previous elegance was long gone.

The little fox paid no attention to his intentions, bared its teeth, and darted out the door while he wasn't looking.

"Bang!" The door suddenly slammed shut, and the little fox was thrown back heavily.

Nan Xianyi laughed, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "You bite me and then try to run? I always retaliate against those who wrong me."

Nan Xianyi strode forward and, without any grace, grabbed the soft, limp little fox as if it were not a fox but a blood-soaked... rag.

The little fox was exceptionally weak at this moment, completely powerless to resist, and could only allow Nan Xianyi to carry it, its body covered in layers of dried blood, a sight that made Nan Xianyi unable to bear looking at it directly.

As if his conscience had caught up with him, Nan Xianyi sighed heavily. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to be cruel and placed the fox back in his arms, "Forget it, since you're so badly injured, I won't hold it against you. I just hope you recover soon and leave early, or else I'll be punished by Master again."

"Thud, thud, thud!"

There was a knocking at the door, and Nan Xianyi frowned slightly, his face unusually calm as he asked, "What is it?"

"We heard some noise in the room just now, so we came to check."

Nan Xianyi raised an eyebrow, making a strange expression.

"It's nothing. I accidentally knocked over the coffee table. I'll tidy up and it'll be fine."

With that, he lowered his head and played with the fox in his arms.

"Then, Young Immortal, come in..."

"No need."

"... "

At night, Nan Xianyi sat by the lake, holding the little fox in his arms. Perhaps because it was night, even the lake seemed to quiet down, with the full moon resting quietly in the center of the water.

Nan Xianyi gently touched the little fox, and spiritual energy gathered around it as he withdrew his hand, dissipating the aura around the fox.

The little fox revealed its pure white fur like the moon in the sky, its coat devoid of any other color, extremely beautiful, making Nan Xianyi unable to resist wanting to touch it a few more times.

Muttering to himself, he said, "Little fox, little fox, what good deeds did you do in your past life to encounter such a kind person like me?"

"You would have been skinned and stewed by anyone else you met. Who else would take care of you like I do? "

This inherent sense of superiority is something no one can learn.