Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 2

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

When one’s vision turned dark, one’s sense of hearing would be heightened.

Song Ci held the scimitar tightly, feeling uneasy as he gingerly stood up. He pressed his ears against the window and listened carefully.

The sound of gongs and drums was bold and loud. Even at a distance, it still grated on his ears. He seemed to hear a woman’s delicate laughter amidst the commotion.

Hearing the celebratory sound getting closer and closer, Song Ci quietly opened the door and crept out of the room.

Thick clouds covered the moon, and there was hardly any light in the courtyard, but it did not affect Song Ci’s vision.

He noticed another room with lights on. He did not know which scholar was still reading by the candlelight, but he could not really be bothered at this point in time. All his attention was on the approaching bridal procession.

Beyond the wall, the sound of the trumpets and suona was even more vivid. But the strange thing was that the entire Southern Courtyard was still a picture of calm as if he was the only one who heard this sound.

There has to be a maiden from Le Yu in the sedan chair. If he continued to let the bridal sedan proceed all the way to the inn, then perhaps the same thing might happen again – another disappearance.

Song Ci could not be entirely sure, and thus he did not dare to take risks. He clenched his scimitar tightly and prepared to flip over the wall to save the maiden.

Just as he stood on tiptoes, a sudden, crisp knocking sound sounded behind him. The sound of trumpets, suona and the commotion all came to a halt at that very instance.

This unexpected sound startled Song Ci, and he turned his head sharply as he subconsciously lifted the scimitar in his hand. He had been so focused on what was happening outside he did not realize that something was behind him!

Under the dim moonlight, a woman in a scarlet red dress stood in front of the door to Song Ci’s room. Her shoulders were half exposed, and her pale skin was particularly conspicuous in the night. Her long hair was like a waterfall. Just looking at her back alone would give one the impression that she was a fair beauty. She lifted her hand lightly and knocked twice on the door again.

Song Ci did not dare to move. He silently looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared and was knocking softly on his door. A cold sweat broke out on his back. His mind raced to think about his next course of action.

When the lady received no responses after knocking several times, she suddenly stiffened and stood as still as a pole. After standing for a moment. She slowly turned her head around, as if she had sensed Song Ci.

His heart leaped into his throat. He held on to the hilt of his scimitar tightly, ready to swing it any time. He stared on as the lady slowly turned her head back.

The distance of ten steps or so would be enough for him to react to a sudden attack.

“Hey.” A voice rang by his ears without warning as a hand clapped on his shoulder at the same time; Song Ci almost jumped out of his skin. He shuddered and abruptly withdrew a few steps. But before he could swing the scimitar around, he saw that the person was that Big Beard.

He slept until his hair was a mess. There was an outer coat draped haphazardly over his shoulders. He was still drowsy from sleep, and his eyes struggled to stay open. He was oblivious of Song Ci’s wariness and asked in a daze, “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”