Fox Demon

"You rebellious son! Kneel down for me!"

Inside Jin Province City, within a magnificent mansion, a thin middle-aged man was berating a young master.

The surrounding servants retreated to the side, somewhat fearful.

This young master was none other than Li Yanqing, who had just returned from outside.

At this moment, he looked at the middle-aged man with resentment, coldly saying:

"What have I done wrong?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at his son, trembling with anger.

This man was Li Yanqing's father, Li Chong, and also the Jin Province Governor.

Prefect Li was a refined middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor, wearing a cyan official robe with cloud embroidery on the sleeves, a short black beard on his chin, giving the impression of being upright and reliable.

However, the dark circles around his eyes were heavy, and his expression was haggard, obviously from overwork day and night.

"You dare say you've done nothing wrong? Who gave you the audacity to obstruct the constables from handling a case?"

"Do you know how big this case is, how many people have died, and you dare to stop them?!"

Li Chong sternly rebuked.

At this moment, Li Yanqing's face showed no fear, but rather a calm and composed look, as if he had expected this outcome. He casually smiled and said, "Father, this person is the teacher I've been looking for, so naturally, he can't be arrested. Didn't you say that as long as I find a teacher myself who can teach me Qi Refining, you wouldn't interfere?"

Li Chong frowned upon hearing this.

He had indeed said those words.

Back then, because his own aptitude was average and he had no hope of cultivation, he went to take the imperial examinations and became an official.

He wanted to cultivate a better descendant who could enter an Immortal Sect, so he found people to be Li Yanqing's teachers, but they all said that his son's aptitude was too poor to teach.

He then wanted his son to study, but Li Yanqing couldn't focus on books at all.

He didn't expect his son to be so disappointing, unable to cultivate or study, turning into a wankuzi.

He scolded Li Yanqing, telling him that he could do whatever he wanted if he could practice Qi Refining, and he wouldn't interfere. If he couldn't, he should obediently go back to studying.

But these were just angry words. Who would have thought that Li Yanqing would actually go and find a teacher?

However, most of them were swindlers.

Li Chong coldly said, "What kind of charlatan did you find this time? The expenses in the mansion have been so high recently, all thanks to you, right?"

Li Yanqing confidently said, "This time, the one I found is definitely not a swindler, but a genuine teacher. I've seen his strength with my own eyes."

Seeing his son like this, Li Chong didn't believe that he could find any powerful figure.

Because powerful cultivators were all in sects, and there were very few powerful rogue cultivators. He knew what kind of person his son was, so he didn't believe it at all.

"Stop fooling around!"

"Father, I'm telling the truth!"

Li Chong snorted coldly, ignored him, and ordered the steward beside him:

"Notify the yamen, the person who should be interrogated must be interrogated."

"Yes, Master."

"I said, you can't interrogate him!"

Li Yanqing rushed over, stood in front of the steward, and firmly said.

"As long as I'm here today, you can't touch a single hair on that senior!"

"Impudence!"

Seeing that his son not only didn't repent but also dared to talk back, Prefect Li was furious. The old and new anger surged up, coupled with the recent troublesome cases and trivial matters that had already made him feel bad.

"You wicked creature!"

He strode up to his son and slapped him in the face.

Pa! A crisp sound rang out, and Li Yanqing was knocked to the ground by his father's slap, blood immediately seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his right cheek, his eyes fixed on his father.

He hadn't expected his father to hit him, and anger flared within him as he roared, "What right do you have to hit me! How many times have you come home since I was a child?"

"Even when mother passed away, all you cared about was your official position!"

"Are you worthy!"

Hearing these words, Li Chong's anger intensified.

"What do you know! I'm doing this for the people!"

He grabbed Li Yanqing's collar, ready to teach him a lesson, but the butler desperately tried to dissuade him.

"Master, please have mercy! Young Master is still your son!"

As Li Chong tugged at Li Yanqing's collar, he accidentally tore off the Dao Talisman from the back of his neck.

"Hiss!"

He only felt a paper-like object in his hand.

The moment the Dao Talisman came off, an extremely strong black aura burst out from a black mark on the back of his neck, directly entering Li Yanqing's body.

Li Yanqing suddenly smelled a fragrance that made him feel incredibly happy, from the tip of his nose to his brain, as if he could forget all his troubles.

Then, everything went black, and he fainted.

His body lost its support, and as soon as Li Chong let go, Li Yanqing fell to the ground.

"Young Master has fainted!"

The butler cried out, rushing to help Li Yanqing up from the ground.

"Qing'er!"

Seeing his son collapse, Li Chong's anger dissipated greatly, his face filled with shock.

After all, he only had this one son, his only heir! "Quick, go and fetch Doctor Yan!" Li Chong quickly ordered the butler.

"Yes, Master, I'll send someone to fetch him immediately!"

"Also, what is this?"

Then, Li Chong looked at the crushed Dao Talisman in his hand and murmured.

"Master, this seems to be a Dao Talisman..."

Among the brightly lit pavilions of Jin Province City, the Drunken Flower Pavilion stood out.

The women inside were all dressed in light gauze skirts, with bare arms and shoulders, playing music on the central stage.

Listening to the tunes and admiring the beauties, it was a very extravagant life.

Third-floor private room.

Inside the room, incense smoke curled, and the gauze curtains fluttered gently in the breeze. A delicate woman lay on the bed.

Her fragrant shoulders and collarbone were exposed, making people's hearts race.

"Oh, I was wondering why the aura disappeared. It turns out it was being suppressed. How annoying."

The delicate woman stuck out her pink tongue, and her sexy red lips exhaled like orchids, unconsciously arousing the most primal desires.

Her captivating voice could stir up people's emotions.

"A guest has arrived, Fox Demon."

The madam's voice came from outside the room.

"Understood, Mother."

The woman responded, gracefully got up, and opened the door.

"Hehehe! My beautiful darling!"

A thin, lecherous-looking man immediately pounced in, closing the door with a sly grin.

The delicate woman flashed aside with a charming smile.

"Don't be anxious, esteemed guest."

"My beauty, how I've missed you! You're all mine for this week!" The thin man's face was sickly pale, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, but his mouth was full of smiles.

"Hehe!"

The woman slowly approached the man, giggling, her slender fingers drawing circles on the man's chest.

"This humble one is naturally all yours, but are you willing to give your life for me~"

The man grabbed the other's hand, greedily inhaling the fragrance at the tip of his nose, and smiled:

"Of course, I am willing."

The beautiful woman's lips curled slightly, and she hugged the man, looking pitiful and saying:

"This humble one is so touched."

With the beauty in his arms, the thin man was smug. He suddenly noticed a furry thing behind the woman in front of him.

"Beauty, why is there a tail behind you?"

"A new trick, don't you like it?"

"Of course, I like it!"

The thin man pulled the curtain down, becoming impatient.

But only a few minutes later, the man was panting and asked strangely:

"What's going on today?"

Only to hear the beautiful woman's hair scattered on the pillow, sighing softly: "Oh dear, you have too little essence, then you should just die."

In the next instant, a terrifying fox face appeared in front of the man, with sharp teeth in its mouth.

"Do you like me like this too?"

The man's mouth was tightly blocked, his eyes revealing a look of horror, which then turned into a numb, deathly gray.

"Crack!"

The sound of skin and bones separating was chilling.

Fresh blood poured down the bright red wallpaper.

After a long time.

A man with a blank expression came out from inside, his face without a trace of blood, leaving the Drunken Flower Pavilion like a puppet.

"We can't let go of the target that just appeared, giggle!"

The girl's charming laughter came from the side room again.