This Is My Disciple

Sang Ying didn't expect Fusheng to reappear so quickly, and even brought a cage full of red foxes.

Looking at the little foxes trembling in the cage, and then at the thick, almost inky, Demonic Qi emanating from him, Sang Ying felt something was off.

Fusheng felt a little strange being stared at, so he coughed lightly, clenching his fist. "I heard that you young girls all like these little things, so I brought them for you to see."

He had clearly taken Qi Yaoji's words to heart, so he came here deliberately to coax her.

Sang Ying, however, didn't understand his intention. He was asking her to look at this fox; what could she possibly understand?

"If you like, you can keep it and raise it," Fusheng said again.

Only after hearing this phrase did Sang Ying vaguely understand the meaning of "Fusheng." But she didn't want to raise them; she couldn't even leave her room, and she herself was in danger—how could she raise these foxes?

Besides, she'll have to leave this place sooner or later. When that time comes, will she run away on her own, or will she take the little fox with her?

Sang Ying was very clear about her intentions; she would not allow herself to have any involvement with Fusheng.

Seeing Sang Ying shake her head with a cold expression, Fusheng Sheng's initial shyness cooled even further. He could tell that Sang Ying truly had no interest in this red fox and genuinely didn't want to stay by his side.

But so what? She can't speak now, and her appearance has changed; no one will recognize her. And Qi Yaoji, disguised as the fake Sang Ying, will soon return to the Flowing Light Sword Sect in her place. Once the Flowing Light Sword Sect is completely destroyed, he will also deal with Sang Ying's master!

At that time, Sang Ying will cease to exist in this world; all that will remain is Xiao Yao.

Even as he tried to comfort himself with these thoughts, Fusheng still felt embarrassed by her rejection. He looked at the four red foxes as if they were mocking his previous attentiveness.

Fusheng raised his hand and landed on the cage, the Demonic Qi in his palm seeming to take the lives of the four foxes at any moment.

Sang Ying sensed something was wrong and glanced at the foxes casually, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

When Sang Ying looked at him like that, Fusheng's fingers trembled slightly, but he ultimately let them go.

"I keep them in the yard. You can come and touch them if you like." He didn't know what he was feeling when he said those words. But when he saw Sang Ying's gaze soften slightly, he knew he had made the right choice.

As Fusheng carried the cage out, he thought carefully and removed the barrier at the entrance, "You can move around in the City Lord's Mansion from now on, but only within the City Lord's Mansion."

Sang Ying was taken aback, then nodded to him to indicate that she understood.

This was the first time since Sang Ying was brought back by him that she showed less resistance towards Fusheng, which surprised Fusheng.

He clenched his fists, but ultimately didn't dare to stay any longer. Instead, he excitedly carried the cage out and then called over a few Devil Race to build a fox house for the foxes in the backyard.

Although the Devil Race were puzzled as to why their usually aloof and stern Demon Lord would suddenly be interested in such small creatures, they still obediently set to work. The fox house was simple to build, but the materials and furnishings were all extremely precious. Once the fox house was completed, everyone was astonished to realize that the four little foxes' dwelling was even more luxurious than their Demon Lord's current residence.

Looking again at the Demon Lord, he was holding a few spiritual fruits with great interest, intending to feed them to the fox.

Several Devil Race watched from the sidelines, unsure whether to envy the fox or the Demon Lord.

The Fusheng spirit fruit was ultimately not taken by the foxes. One of the little foxes had been tempted to eat it, but the largest fox snatched it back and stuffed it at the back, preventing it from moving.

Fusheng, Fusheng lost interest in feeding it anymore. In the end, he casually tossed the spirit fruit into the fox den and left.

After he left, Sang Ying, who had been trapped in the small courtyard for five whole days, finally had the chance to walk out of the main gate. When she walked out of the courtyard, the eyes of the two Devil Race guards were wide open.

They had heard before that the Demon Lord had brought back a female demon as his disciple, but they hadn't seen her during their shifts and thought it was just hearsay. It wasn't until Sang Ying came out that they realized there were actually other people hiding in the courtyard!

The two guards were stunned for a moment, but they only dared to steal a few glances at Sang Ying, lacking the courage to approach and speak. Besides, wasn't the rumor that this sorceress was mute?

The two Devil Race watched silently as Sang Ying's figure quickly disappeared before their eyes.

Sang Ying had lived in the Flowing Light Sword Sect for more than ten years and had some understanding of the city at the foot of the immortal mountain. It was a pity that she had never visited the city lord's mansion before, otherwise she wouldn't be so unfamiliar with it now and have to explore it first to get a feel for its layout.

The city lord's mansion wasn't small; without someone to guide her, Sang Ying almost got lost after walking around for a while.

She saw a group of Devil Race gathered in the distance, talking about something. Just as she was about to ask them for directions, she heard one of the Devil Race suddenly say:

"Did you know? It turns out our Demon Lord really did capture that Sang Ying from the Flowing Light Sword Sect."

"Hasn't this news already spread? Those cultivators from the Flowing Light Sword Sect even came with Vice General Fan, saying they wanted to replace him." Another Devil Race curled his lip, showing great disdain for the news.

The demon general who had spoken earlier rolled his eyes. "What do you know? The previous demon generals all refused, saying we didn't have this Sang Ying. But this morning, the Demon Lord personally escorted Sang Ying into the dungeon. He said he wanted to use her to exchange for our Deputy General Fan."

Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat. She knew very well that she had been brought back many days ago, so who was this "Sang Ying" who appeared with Fusheng this morning?

Moreover, judging from Fusheng's demeanor, he didn't seem like he would send her away. So, who was it that would be sent back in exchange for Fan Nanjun?

A terrifying thought popped into Sang Ying's mind: So, did the Devil Race find someone to impersonate her?

"Who are you, and how did you get here?" A dignified voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Sang Ying's chaotic thoughts.

She turned her head and saw a tall Devil Race with bull horns.

Sang Ying wanted to explain, but she couldn't speak. Just as she was wondering whether she should pick up a twig and write on it, someone answered for her, "She is my apprentice."

Fusheng appeared nearby at some point. He stepped through the semi-circular archway and walked towards the group. "This is Xiao Yao. She doesn't like to talk. She'll be moving around the City Lord's Mansion from now on. Remember what she looks like, and take good care of her."

The Devil Race present were all shocked to hear that the usually cold and fierce Demon Lord cared so much about a little female demon.

They exchanged a glance, silently memorizing the unfamiliar face.

This minor incident didn't cause much of a stir in the city lord's mansion. What truly concerned everyone was the matter of changing personnel tomorrow.