Fox Demon Cultivation Manual [ BL ]

Chapter 5

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There was a chill in the night air. The luminous moon hung high above in the sky, blanketing the ground below in silvery light.

Song Ci stood in front of the entrance to Le Yu, looking at the dark fog in front of his eyes. It was brimming with an aura of evil.

He gripped his life-saving scimitar and took a step into the city.

At that moment, the evil aura stirred and started to circulate in the air. The surroundings were so silent that even the sound of wind could not be heard.

Song Ci followed the path before him. It was not long before he saw a man kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind him and his head hanging low.

He approached the man and whispered, “Hu Qi.”

The man in front of him raised his head, his red eyes staring at Song Ci. His mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth. He made a whining sound as if questioning him.

It was Hu Qi.

Song Ci was amused. “What are you whining about? This is the debt you owe. Now that the debtor is here, it’s time for you to pay off the debt.”

Hu Qi squeezed his eyes shut, and tears rolled down as he shook his head. He actually kind of looked pitiful, but Song Ci was unmoved.

“If I can’t stop this demon, the entire city will be buried with you.” Song Ci looked up and gazed at the luminous moon through the black fog. It was vague and dim, and it seemed unreal. “But I’m not confident of succeeding.”

He could sense the demonic energy in his body, but he was still unable to use it at will. After being turned into a demon for four years, he could only use a fragment of that energy in his body. Every time he came up against another demon, he would either flee or somehow win by a fluke.

If he were able to use half, or even a third, of the demonic power in his body, it would have been enough to deal with Sun Yunniang.

After all, the blood of the Demon King also ran in his veins.

Hu Qi was still sobbing. Song Ci pulled the cloth out from his mouth. As soon as it was removed, Hu Qi cried out, “I was wronged! Sun Yunniang’s heart was vicious. She caused my mother’s death and burned down everything, leaving me with nothing. For twenty years, I had been living in poverty and hardship, and she still refused to let me go! Daozhang, please don’t be fooled!”

Song Ci stuffed the cloth back in and said, “This is only your side of the story.”

“Are you really that concerned about who’s right and who’s wrong?” A familiar voice rang out from above him.

He looked up and saw the bearded man, who had disappeared all day, sitting on the roof with his knees to his chest. He smiled and said to Song Ci, “Are you here for the Demon Gate or to do a good deed?”

Song Ci replied, “I thought you have already left.”　　

“I’m a trustworthy person; I still remember my promise.” Big Beard stroked his beard. “But first, answer my question.”

“I’m here for the Demon Gate, of course.” Song Ci replied.

Big Beard nodded slightly and snapped his fingers. “Listen.”

As soon as he snapped his fingers, noise from all around flood his ears; men and women, old and young. It was as lively as a bazaar. Song Ci could not help but be surprised.

“In fact, the Demon Gate has already been opened.” Big Beard said, “Come up, and I’ll tell you where.”

Song Ci was thrilled when he heard that the Demon Gate was opened. He immediately flipped onto the roof and came beside Big Beard. “Where is it? Where?”