A Life Rescued The Foxkin's Hope

The grand feast at the Royal Palace was a blur of exotic food, nervous laughter, and the unsettling presence of Prince Valerius. He had spent most of the night holding his Dragon Egg, occasionally glancing at me with those chilling crimson eyes.

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The next morning, the city was still abuzz with the aftermath of the Qilin attack and Valerius's dramatic return. Sect Masters and cultivators were packing up, preparing to return to their respective strongholds. Our Azure Cloud Sect contingent was also getting ready for the journey back to our mountain home.

"Sect Master Alex," Gu Ran said, approaching me in the main hall of our lodging. "We depart in a few hours. Before we leave, I thought it prudent to visit the Grand Market.

This city boasts some of the finest spiritual artifacts and rare materials in the realm. It would be a shame to leave without exploring its treasures, especially after our… eventful tournament."

"The Grand Market?" I repeated, my eyes lighting up. 

"Indeed," Gu Ran nodded. "Lyra, Urg, and Zephyr will accompany us. And perhaps you can find something useful for your Heavenly System Sect."

"Lead the way, Sect Master!" I said, my earlier unease about Valerius temporarily forgotten in the face of retail therapy.

The Grand Market was even more chaotic and dazzling than I'd imagined. It was a sprawling labyrinth of stalls, each overflowing with shimmering artifacts, glowing herbs, strange beasts in cages, and cultivators haggling fiercely.

The air was thick with a thousand different scents – exotic spices, burning incense, and something vaguely metallic that I hoped wasn't blood.

"Wow," I breathed, my eyes wide. This was like a fantasy version of a giant flea market, but with more magic and less questionable hot dogs.

"Be careful, Alex," Lyra warned, her voice crisp.

"Some vendors here are… less than reputable. And many items are enchanted with illusions to appear more valuable than they are."

"Don't worry, Commander Lyra," I said, subtly activating my [Basic Elemental Affinity (Earth)]. It didn't help with illusions, but it made me feel grounded. 

We wandered through the market, a strange procession of a wise Sect Master, his formidable commanders, and a white-robed, winged (but currently wingless) Systems Trader.

Gu Ran pointed out rare spiritual herbs, Urg grunted at impressive weapons, and Zephyr seemed particularly interested in a stall selling strange, glowing crystals.

I, meanwhile, was scrolling through my internal [SYSTEM SHOP], trying to match what I saw in the market with what the System offered.

There were glowing swords that looked like they cost a fortune, but my shop had a [Basic Elemental Blade (Earth)] for 800 points.

There were healing potions for spiritual energy, but my shop had [Instant Qi Restoration Pills] for 500 points.

"Hmm," I mused. "My stuff seems cheaper, and probably better. But I can't sell it to them directly, only allocate systems."

My eyes darted to a stall selling what looked like ancient, dusty scrolls.

"Martial arts manuals!" I thought, remembering my [Flowing Cloud Palm] and the System Shop's own martial arts systems. I quickly checked the prices.

The market's manuals were incredibly expensive, costing thousands of spiritual stones. My [Martial Arts System (6th Layer)] was 1,800 points. Definitely a better deal.

"This is amazing, Sect Master!" I exclaimed. "So many strange things! It's like a cosmic garage sale!"

Gu Ran chuckled. "Indeed, Alex. This city is a hub for all manner of cultivators and their wares. But come, there is one section I wish to show you. It is… less savory, but often holds unique finds."

He led us down a narrower, darker alley, away from the main thoroughfare. The air here was heavier, carrying a faint, unsettling scent. The stalls were different too, selling strange, almost unsettling items. Talismans made of bone, potions that pulsed with dark energy, and… cages.

My heart sank. In these cages, I saw beings. Not monsters, not beasts, but… people. Or at least, humanoid creatures. Some looked like they had animal ears, others had faint scales, or unusual eye colors. They were being sold. As property.

"This is the non-human section," Gu Ran explained, his voice grim. "Some cultivators, unfortunately, capture and trade sentient non-human beings who possess spiritual aptitude. It is a dark side of our world."

My stomach churned. This was… slavery. It was horrifying. I thought of my own world, and how much we fought against such things. 

Then, I saw her. In a small, cramped cage at the back of a particularly shady stall. She looked like a young girl, no older than twelve, with delicate features, but her ears were distinctly fox-like, covered in soft, reddish-brown fur.

Her eyes, large and golden, were filled with a profound sadness and fear. She was huddled in a corner, trembling.

"She looks human," I whispered, my voice tight. "But… she has fox ears. What is she?"

"A Foxkin," Gu Ran replied, his voice low. "A rare, naturally spiritual race. They can take human form, but retain their animalistic traits.

They are highly sought after by some cultivators for their unique spiritual sensitivity, or simply as… exotic companions."

My mind flashed to the Human Qilin. "Like the child Qilin?" I asked, a sudden connection forming.

Gu Ran nodded, a somber expression on his face. "Similar, in that they are sentient beings with innate spiritual power, not just beasts.

But the Qilin child is a legendary anomaly. Foxkin are a recognized, albeit often persecuted, race."

I looked at the girl. Her golden eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of desperate hope. She was scared. Alone. And being sold like an object.

"Can… can you buy her?" I asked Gu Ran, my voice barely a whisper. "She can talk, right?"

The girl, hearing me, slowly uncurled. Her voice was small, trembling, but clear. "P-please… buy me. Please."

My heart ached. This was wrong. So, so wrong. I had a System that could give people powers. I was building a sect that was supposed to be about "helping everyone." How could I just stand by?

Gu Ran looked at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. He saw the anguish in my eyes.

"Alex, to buy a sentient being… it is not something the Azure Cloud Sect typically does. It would be seen as… condoning the practice."

"But she's begging!" I pleaded. "She's terrified! We can't just leave her here! We're the Azure Cloud Sect! We're supposed to be righteous! And I'm the Heavenly System Sect! We help people!"

Gu Ran sighed, a long, weary sound. He looked at the Foxkin girl, then back at me. He saw the genuine distress in my eyes, the raw empathy. He was a good man, a just Sect Master, despite the harsh realities of this world.

"Very well, Alex," he said, his voice firm. "I will buy her. Not as property, but as a rescued being. She will be under the protection of the Azure Cloud Sect. And… she will be under your direct care, as the Branch Sect Master of the Heavenly System Sect. It will be your responsibility to ensure her safety and well-being."

My eyes widened. "Really? You'll buy her? And give her to me?"

Gu Ran nodded. He strode over to the shady vendor, his aura subtly flaring, and began a terse negotiation. The vendor, clearly intimidated by a Sixth Layer Sect Master, quickly agreed to a price. Gu Ran paid with a handful of glittering spiritual stones, far more than the girl was probably "worth" in this cruel market.

The cage door creaked open. The Foxkin girl, still trembling, slowly emerged, her golden eyes fixed on Gu Ran, then on me.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with a fragile hope. "Thank you, master."

"No, not master," I said, kneeling down to her level. "My name is Alex. And I'm the Sect Master of the Heavenly System Sect. And you're not property. You're… you're a new member of our family." I held out my hand. "What's your name?"

She hesitated, then slowly, tentatively, placed her small, trembling hand in mine. "My name is… Lyra," she whispered.

My eyes widened. Lyra? Like Commander Lyra? This was… a coincidence. A strange, emotional coincidence.

Commander Lyra, who had been watching the entire exchange with a stony expression, actually flinched. Her ice-chip eyes softened, just for a fraction of a second, as she looked at the terrified Foxkin girl who shared her name.

"Welcome, Lyra," I said, a genuine smile on my face. My dashboard, for once, was silent. No point gains. No sarcastic comments. Just the quiet satisfaction of doing something truly good.

As we walked away from the dark alley, leaving the horrors of the non-human market behind, the little Foxkin girl, Lyra, clung to my hand, her small body still trembling, but her golden eyes slowly losing their fear. My mission to build a powerful sect, to win tournaments, to gain points… it suddenly felt more meaningful.