The Fox Demon's End

Upholding the principle of "while you're sick, take your life."

Zhao Huai decided to launch a sneak attack.

"Why is there a human scent?"

The fox demon woman sniffed the air and noticed something was wrong. The scent was coming from the cabinet beside her.

She opened the cabinet by the door and let out a scream.

"My skins!"

"Who was it?! Who touched my things?!"

The fox demon woman shrieked hysterically.

These human skins were the fruits of her many years of accumulation. Every one was a fine, high-quality piece, hard-won beyond measure.

The fox demon woman immediately withdrew her gaze and looked beneath the bed, growing exceedingly restless.

"Nothing can happen to the masks."

She had used vast amounts of demonic power to create these masks. They could perfectly disguise one as a human and erase a demon's disguise. There were also skins fashioned after other demons—her tools of the trade for moving among demons and making a living.

Behind the screen, a pair of eyes flickered faintly, waiting for the chance to deliver a killing blow.

"The screen."

The fox demon woman walked to the bedside and discovered that the lingering scent in the air was still there. Her fox eyes fixed on it as demonic power began gathering throughout her body.

At that very instant.

A sharp flash of sword light swept forth, several meters long. It tore through the screen and stabbed toward her eyes.

The fox demon woman's demonic power erupted as she desperately tried to block the strike.

Sword Qi surged and rang out as it split the air.

She quickly realized she could not take this attack head-on. Gritting her teeth, she split her black mist in two, trying to evade it.

But she was still a little too slow. Terrifying Sword Qi pierced her body and blasted everything apart.

Only a small amount of black mist managed to escape.

When she condensed into human form again, her face had turned deathly pale.

Half the wall in the room had been sliced away, leaving behind a deep sword scar.

Zhao Huai stepped over the screen, crushed into powder, and slowly emerged.

"You actually ambushed me!"

The fox demon woman ground her teeth.

She would never forget this man's face, not even in death.

He had destroyed several of her human puppets and slain her only clone.

And his wife had beaten her until she was scrambling across the ground, looking for her teeth.

And now, he had even ambushed her without a shred of martial virtue! "That strike was a little off, but it doesn't matter. I'll just make up for it with another one."

Zhao Huai spoke calmly, then tossed out a purple talisman.

The entire room was immediately suppressed by the talisman, preventing the fox demon from escaping again.

The fox demon's expression changed.

At this moment, she realized that she was no longer a match for this man.

Her Primordial Spirit had split too many times, and she was already wounded. Her condition was simply too poor.

Thus, the fox demon woman changed her expression, adopting a pitiful, tender look. She tugged down her dress to reveal a snowy-white shoulder and said weakly, "Am I pretty, sir~?"

"Quite pretty."

Zhao Huai smiled as the black mist before his eyes slowly gathered and settled over the location of her eyes.

"Then could you spare me, sir? My name is Hu Xiangxiang. I'm the youngest in the household, and I still have Grandma to care for."

"As long as you spare me, I can do anything for you~"

The fox demon woman blinked her beautiful eyes and spoke pitifully.

"Really? I don't believe you, unless you kneel first." Zhao Huai raised a brow.

"Sir, you're so perverted~"

The fox demon woman gave a coquettish laugh, then did as he said and obediently knelt.

"Raise your head and look at me."

"Alright."

In an instant, Zhao Huai suddenly sprang into action and thrust out his sword.

Whoosh!

It flew straight toward her eyes.

Pfft.

As the sword stabbed out, ripples of True Qi splashed outward. Immediately afterward, vast amounts of black mist poured from the fox demon woman's eyes.

"Ahh!!" The fox demon woman clutched her eyes and screamed miserably. "You tricked me!!"

Clutching her eyes, the fox demon woman collapsed to the ground and rolled back and forth. Black mist erupted from her uncontrollably, while the human skin on her face fell away, revealing a grim fox face lined with fangs—hideous and furious.

She had never imagined that this handsome-looking man would be so treacherous. The reason he had made her kneel was actually so he could stab her in the eyes! "You don't even compare to a single hair on my wife's head."

Zhao Huai sneered and gave the fox demon on the ground another stab.

Very quickly, the black mist around the fox demon woman drained away completely. Her Primordial Spirit dispersed, and she was dead beyond all doubt.

"This posture really is necessary. Otherwise, I couldn't hit the weak point."

Zhao Huai casually flicked his sword in a flourish, feeling much better inside.

The reason he had said so much just now was to stab at her weak point. Otherwise, he would not have been able to break the fox demon's Primordial Spirit.

Any formidable demon had a weak point, a vital gate. Only by breaking that vital gate could one truly kill them.

As it happened, Zhao Huai's Demon-Revealing Eye fate could see the weakness on every demon, making it comparable to a demon-slaying magical treasure.

Zhao Huai took out the box of masks he had just seized from his Mysterious Ring and pondered for a moment.

Should he burn them or not?

He would see what the copper coins said. Zhao Huai took out the coins and tossed them again.

Calamity and fortune relied upon each other; for now, observe.

Divination Sign One: A thousand faces without a shadow, fox demon sorcery. Keep it, and the guidance you received was "fortune."

Source-tracing guidance: Fine masks, worth using.

"I can use the masks refined by this fox demon too?"

Zhao Huai muttered, finding it rather strange.

At the same time, a bright orange ball of light slipped into his mind.

"Another Earth-Grade one?"

Zhao Huai's eyes lit up.

Demon Slayer (Earth-Grade Middle): Your attacks threaten demons, and your damage is amplified. For every demon you kill, your cultivation will undergo substantial improvement and growth.

"My cultivation can increase every time I kill a demon? This is an infinitely growing type of fate. That's pretty impressive."

Zhao Huai laughed. "Is this encouraging me to slay demons and eliminate evil?"

The only pity was that this fate had appeared only after he killed the fox demon. Otherwise, he could have experienced what it felt like for his cultivation to grow.

Zhao Huai picked up a woman's mask from the wooden box and placed it over his face. He felt something cool settle over his skin, like a facial mask.

Looking into the mirror, he examined himself. His face had unexpectedly changed into another appearance.

He now looked like a delicate young lady from a respectable household, with curved brows whenever he smiled.

"There's even a pig-head mask."

Zhao Huai removed the mask and found an unusual one in the wooden box. It was extremely ugly.

He put it on to try it, only to discover that his reflection had actually turned into a pig head.

Just like Zhu Ganglie.

"Ugly really was ugly."

An idea suddenly flashed through Zhao Huai's mind.

"With this mask, couldn't I disguise myself as a demon?"

As he thought this, another sound came from the stairs.

Zhao Huai removed the mask and put the box away.

He activated the Demon-Revealing Eye. His gaze blazed like torches, and Demonic Qi before him had nowhere to hide.

Yet all the Demonic Qi had already vanished, leaving behind barely any traces.

This showed that the person arriving at the door was not a demon.

Bang!

The main door was thrown open.

A woman in white embroidered with plum blossoms appeared in the doorway. Seeing Zhao Huai, she asked in surprise:

"Husband? Why are you here?"