Chapter 47: Heir Zhao

Zhongyang called me via video chat to tell me that a host of vixen spirits had broken into her home a few days ago. She had fought with them for half the night, and Teacher Xing informed her that these fox demons were all sent by Xiaoyue. Since they belonged to the same faction, Xiaoyue naturally would not let Zhongyang off the hook.

I could see Wang Xinyue in the background of the video call, making it clear that Zhongyang had once again gone to stay at Wang Xinyue's house.

Zhongyang told me another piece of news: just yesterday afternoon, while she was chatting with Ding Yuan on WeChat, she suddenly noticed that all the messages sent by Ding Yuan had turned into an alarming, blood-red font. It looked just like the death warnings written in blood on mirrors by vengeful ghosts emerging from the dark night in horror movies—bloody, terrifying, and reeking of murderous intent and ominous foreboding.

Greatly startled, she immediately turned to Wang Xinyue beside her for help, asking, "What is going on here?"

After pondering for a moment, Wang Xinyue replied, "There are two possibilities. One is that Xiaoyue is dead; the other is that Xiaoyue has turned to the demonic path."

With that, Wang Xinyue closed her eyes. A wisp of her divine consciousness quietly slipped out, sensing what was happening on Xiaoyue's end. She caught sight of Xiaoyue's fleeing consciousness sitting in a room, her fingers trembling as she held a mirror. It seemed she did not want to look, yet she could not resist finding out what she had truly become. However, the mirror surface clearly reflected a face: skin as withered and wrinkled as air-dried cured meat, with features so ugly and ferocious that even a hellish demon would look three points prettier than her now.

"Ah—" Xiaoyue's consciousness let out a frantic, shrill scream, and she violently hurled the mirror in her hand away. In a single thought, her entire body seemed bathed in blood as howling gales surged around her. Her hair and nails instantly grew wildly against the wind, turning completely crimson. She had already fallen into the demonic path.

Embodying a demonic entity, Xiaoyue flashed and quickly escaped into a remote and desolate cave, hiding there to cultivate with single-minded devotion, vowing to regain the cultivation level previously destroyed by Teacher Xing and waiting for the right moment to make a comeback.

Deep within that gloomy cave, Xiaoyue's blood-red pupils flashed with bone-deep hatred, her voice filled with malice and absolute resolve: "I will have my revenge, Yuli—you and I shall never rest until one of us is dead!"

Hearing this, I felt a shudder of fear. "How terrifying a woman Xiaoyue is. When she was sober, she was a ruthless killer who blinked at nothing, and now she has turned to the dark side. Once she regains her cultivation through practice, won't her very first target be coming back to exact revenge on me?"

Wang Xinyue comforted me, saying, "Don't be afraid, little sister, Xiaoyue's consciousness is already dead!"

I was extremely surprised. "Didn't you just say yesterday afternoon that she was seen hiding in a cave cultivating, plotting a comeback to avenge herself on me?"

This time it was Zhongyang's turn to explain. "Last night, my facial skin hurt terribly. Wang Xinyue saw that the skin of my true spirit's face had been forcibly and completely peeled off by Xiaoyue."

Although Xiaoyue had previously looked down upon Zhongyang's appearance in the divine realm, now that her own face was ruined to that extent, she had to find a face to use. Since I was Xiaoyue's archenemy, she naturally had no desire to use my face, so Zhongyang's facial skin became the substitute in her eyes. It was peeled off alive and pasted onto her own face to cover up her disfigured countenances.

To be fair, Zhongyang and Xiaoyue had been good friends in the divine realm, but an extreme egoist like Xiaoyue never recognized true friends. In her eyes, everyone fell into only two categories: those with utilitarian value and those without.

Later, Teacher Xing projected her true spirit out of her body, traveling to the cave where Xiaoyue was cultivating. Not only did she reclaim Zhongyang's peeled-off facial skin, but she also reduced Xiaoyue's already demonized consciousness to flying dust and ashes.

Wang Xinyue gloated maliciously, "Although the old Xiaoyue was beautiful on the outside, her soul was profoundly ugly within. Now that she is disfigured like that, heaven is simply making her exterior match her interior."

For some reason, Wang Xinyue, despite being the supreme player of the divine realm, utterly despised Xiaoyue, the queen of players in the divine realm.

Wang Xinyue told me another piece of news: "This morning, my nephew, the Grand Crown Prince Huaguang, came to see me."

"Grand Crown Prince Huaguang..." I thought for a moment before realization dawned on me. "Didn't Ding Yuan say in the Kunlun group chat before that she quite liked Grand Crown Prince Huaguang? During the Fujian wandering deity festival some time ago, she even said she wanted to go pay respects to Grand Crown Prince Huaguang."

Wang Xinyue waved her hand dismissively. "Ah, don't mention that. I asked him about it this morning too."

Early this morning, Wang Xinyue was strolling through the garden seeking inspiration for songwriting when a sudden gust of wind blew, golden light flashed across the air, and down descended a figure: inner robes of embroidered brocade, outer battle armor intertwined with black and gold, and a gilded crown upon his head. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, his every movement exuded a composure far beyond his years. It was none other than one of the five great crown princes of Fujian—Grand Crown Prince Huaguang.

Upon seeing Wang Xinyue, Grand Crown Prince Huaguang slightly lowered his eyelashes and nodded, saying, "Uncle, I trust you are well. Father sent me to pay you a visit."

Emperor Huaguang was the eldest son of Fuxi, and also Wang Xinyue's elder brother in the divine realm.

After chatting idly with Grand Crown Prince Huaguang for a bit, Wang Xinyue suddenly remembered what Ding Yuan had said in the group chat before. Testing him with a casual, flippant tone, she asked, "Hey, I heard that Ding Yuan, the mortal reincarnation of Xiaoyue, wants to make a trip to Fujian specifically to see you..."

Upon hearing this, Grand Crown Prince Huaguang wore a look of utter disgust, as if he had stepped in dog shit while walking down the street, feeling immensely unlucky. "Don't let that woman come; I find her filthy!"

It turned out that while Xiaoyue projected the image of a pure, immaculate maiden bathed in moonlight in the divine realm, behind closed doors she had always engaged in the trade of a clandestine courtesan.

Not only had she seduced Grand Crown Prince Huaguang, but she had actually seduced all five of the great crown princes. Even the other second-generation immortals, including their fathers and grandfathers, did not escape her clutches. One might truly say she slept with the son, then the father, and finally the grandfather.

To Xiaoyue, those men were resources and connections; with every additional man she slept with, another step was paved along her path to success.

Grand Crown Prince Huaguang had a girlfriend of his own, and knowing the sordid acts Xiaoyue engaged in behind the scenes, he found Xiaoyue dirtier than a prostitute. No matter how Xiaoyue tried to seduce or scheme against him, he refused to take the bait. Instead, this only provoked Xiaoyue's competitive spirit; the more a woman like her could not have something, the more she obsessed over it.

After Grand Crown Prince Huaguang left, Fuxuan arrived as well. Fuxuan was dressed in a light lotus-pink skirt paired with a pink-collared embroidered blouse, her delicate and pretty face stained with tear tracks as she said pitifully to Wang Xinyue, "Brother, I deeply regret it. I shouldn't have treated Yuer like that back then; now my heavenly soul