298: Chapter 240 298: Chapter 240 The fox was not content to let these people go so easily, convinced that since the scent disappeared here, the people must be somewhere close by; they couldn’t possibly just vanish into thin air.
With so many people disappearing all at once, even if they burrowed into the ground or flew into the sky, one would expect to see a dark shadow, right?
Having practiced cultivation for several thousand years to become a demon, the fox had encountered many strange occurrences, but an oddity like today’s was a first.
All it could surmise was that those people were hiding.
The fox left behind a trace of Qi in this place, a fox demon’s illusion technique; if the other party appeared, it would alert her.
She could follow the scent of these people quickly, tracking them.
The fox was not foolish; the night was deep and silent.
Those people currently near wouldn’t risk venturing back in the middle of the night; they would surely wait until dawn to return.
The fox returned to its cave, which was beautifully decorated, filled with various luxurious items fitting for a girl’s boudoir, all conjured by its illusions.
It lay on its bed, draped with a pink mosquito net, like a queen in her palace.
In the cave, the fox was the sole resident; other foxes certainly couldn’t live with it.
Of its generation, it had the highest level of spellcasting.
Only after transforming could a fox like it afford to distance itself from the rest of its kind.
She had come to these deep mountains from afar, feeling lonely and isolated.
Just starting out, she sought handsome men to absorb their Yang energy and had just committed a murder.
Little did she expect that this person came from a powerful family background that pursued her over thousands of miles, nearly killing her.
To evade this family, she could only retreat to these deep mountains and found herself a den.
Having resided for over a hundred years, she grew weary of it and felt it was time to venture out.
However, now that she had encountered so many handsome men, if she could have such companionship, staying here a while longer wouldn’t be a bother.
The fox thought pleasingly of this, yet didn’t idle around; it went to the bathing area in its cave, jumped into a bathtub, and scattered a generous amount of Immortal Realm flowers, luxuriating in the bath.
Its every move imitated the demeanor of noble young ladies from the Mortal Realm, and its walking style was especially seductive, taking after the gestures of brothel courtesans.
Loving beauty was its nature; it had contended with vine tree elves for over a hundred years, emerging victorious each time.
Of course, it enjoyed such pleasures every day, teasing the vine whip then mocking the demonic beasts, and naturally, it consumed small animals.
The fox primarily relished low-rank demonic beasts as its delicacy.
What it truly craved, however, was Yang energy.
The memory of so many handsome men today—even the older ones—stirred its desire, for they were still men.
Even while bathing, the fox transformed into an exquisite beauty, with no desire to revert to its original form.
Its face bore an alluring expression, dreaming of spending a passionate night with handsome men.
Its tongue flickered, a red tongue emerging to lick its lips, as if savoring delicious food.
The fox soaked in the bath for a long while before wrapping itself in a bath towel and stepping out barefoot.
Its delicate, exquisite feet, paired with milky-white long legs, shaped an irresistibly alluring figure.
Any man who saw it at this moment would undoubtedly be enchanted.
The fox had great confidence in its transformed appearance and yearned even more for the company of handsome men.
As it lay on the bed longing for such company, it began caressing its hands in the midst of a beautiful dream.
The fox had entered the Illusion Realm, where it embraced handsome men, imagining it was the most beautiful of the young men it had seen that evening.
This man seemed to be the leader of the group.
Those handsome men had referred to this man as an Earl, and comparing this man’s appearance with others, he seemed to be the heir of the legendary Blood Clan.
Speaking of the Blood Clan, the fox’s heritage included records of these beings as half-human, half-beast; essentially, part human, part wild creature—much like the fox itself, which could also transform into a human.
The Earl was now meditating on the wooden bed, and after the younger Viscounts had shared their fright, they began discussing the monsters they had just encountered.
The realization that even trees could become sentient, having seen a real fox demon, was a shockingly beautiful girl, surpassing the maidens of their stockade, turning out to be a fox demon.
If they were to encounter such a woman outside, they’d surely be captivated by her heavenly beauty, never suspecting she was a fox demon, let alone one that devoured humans.
The veteran hunters had heard more ghostly tales and began discussing matters of the Cultivation World—how a person could become a Ghost Immortal without having to undergo reincarnation.
“You’ve seen too little; don’t be so naive.
The outside world is incredibly dangerous; life can end at any moment, and not all delightful food is necessarily safe.”
“Is this a viperous woman?
When we choose wives in the future, we don’t need to pick the prettiest.
Too much beauty, and you might die even sooner.”
The Earl listened to their discussion, remaining silent.
He pondered that arriving here at night might have been safe, but if they encountered the vine tree elf and the fox demon again tomorrow, they might not be able to escape.
Tomorrow they would need to be more cautious.
This time, he had come with a mission.
He hadn’t brought his storage bag earlier, or it could have been plundered.
The Earl felt that apart from his magic wand, he truly had no other abilities, and neither did any of his kinsmen.
How could he protect his people?
They would have to be extra careful when venturing into the mountains next time, hoping they could cautiously avoid danger and meet with Jiang Tang.