Darkness shrouded the land.
Moonlight, like water, illuminated a plume of black smoke streaking across the sky.
Black Wind’s mouth stretched almost to his ears as he thought about how he'd tormented White Spirit's benefactor.
“You little devil, Chen Liang, dare to provoke my junior sister! You’re going to die!”
“Hahahahahaha!!”
Ding~
A light sound echoed in the night sky.
Black Wind immediately stopped, hovering in mid-air, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.
Soon, he found the source of the sound.
At the top of a large tree, not far away.
A strange man, clad in a long green robe, stood silently, holding a long green sword.
Seeing Black Wind's gaze.
Ao Qing bent his finger and lightly tapped it on the sword.
Ding~
Another crisp and pleasant sound echoed across the night, fading away after a long time.
Black Wind stared at the man for a long time, then said loudly:
“What kind of fish demon are you! Why are you blocking my way!”
Apparently, he mistook the dragon scales on Ao Qing's temples for fish scales.
Ao Qing was amused by Black Wind's mistake. He pointed at the dragon scales beside his ear and said:
“I'm not a fish demon, these are decorations, fake.”
Black Wind took another careful look and realized that the scales had indeed vanished. He furrowed his brows.
“Then what kind of monster are you?”
Ao Qing said with a smile:
“Can’t guess? I’ll give you a hint, what’s a butterfly without ‘hu’?”
Black Wind instinctively blurted out.
“Die.”
“Ah, you’re a good, obedient boy.”
Ao Qing responded with a chuckle, looking at Black Wind with the affection of a father.
Black Wind was stunned for a moment, then exploded with anger.
“You dare to make fun of me!!”
Ao Qing continued to smile, nodding frankly.
“What’s wrong with making fun of you?”
Black Wind, enraged, let out black mist from his entire body. The mist billowed and transformed into a huge black wolf.
His voice roared towards Ao Qing along with the mist.
“Die!!”
The wind howled, and the tree beneath Ao Qing swayed violently.
But Ao Qing remained steadfastly on the treetop, the top three inches of the branches below him, despite the wind, remained motionless.
Facing the oncoming Black Wind.
Ao Qing released his left hand, which was holding the sword, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered:
“Go.”
The next second, a streak of green light pierced the night sky, and a faint dragon roar echoed through the heavens.
With a thud.
The black mist dissipated, and a massive wolf corpse, two zhang long, crashed to the ground.
Ao Qing landed gracefully. The green flying sword hovered silently behind him.
He kicked Black Wind's corpse, revealing a narrow wound on its forehead.
The wound was small, but it went all the way through.
Black Wind was deader than dead.
Ao Qing formed hand seals, casting a soul-restraining technique to forcibly gather the remaining soul of the wolf corpse.
Looking at Black Wind's spirit, whose eyes were glazed over, Ao Qing calmly extended his hand.
Soul-searching technique activated!
Moments later, Ao Qing casually slapped Black Wind's soul, scattering it, his expression somewhat complicated.
To put it simply.
Black Wind’s memories were quite similar to a certain black-skinned fat sheep Ao Qing had watched in his previous life, and were even more excessive.
His memories could be roughly divided into an 80-20 split.
Two percent of his memories were about cultivation and life, while eighty percent were about his junior sister, White Spirit.
Black Wind’s favorite month was January, because he was in heat and there were 31 days that month to lick his junior sister.
Black Wind’s least favorite month was February, because he was still in heat, but there were only 28 days to lick his junior sister.
Well, what can you say?
A lick-dog, by nature, is destined to die a bad death.
But thankfully, because of his love for White Spirit, all his memories related to her were crystal clear.
Ao Qing didn’t have to put in much effort to learn White Spirit's current situation and why the situation was what it was.
Black Wind had been clever once, and had trapped White Spirit in advance, preventing her from repaying her debt of gratitude.
But because he was afraid that White Spirit would dislike him, he chose a more covert method of killing her, which was to attempt to drive Chen Liang insane and lead to his death.
The idea was good, but it didn’t work.
Ao Qing waved his hand, putting Black Wind's corpse away, keeping it as future ingredients, and then transformed into a rainbow, heading straight for the cave where White Spirit was imprisoned.
…
Whoosh!
With a sound of wind, Ao Qing landed steadily in front of the cave entrance.
After giving it some thought, Ao Qing used a transformation technique to make his clothes look tattered and smeared them with blood.
Next, he took a few deep breaths and put on an anxious, expectant expression.
Bang!
The cave entrance was kicked open, and Ao Qing, looking anxious, rushed into the cave.
Before the dust had settled, he began to shout loudly:
“Ling'er! Where are you, Ling'er!”
Deep inside the cave, White Spirit, who was imprisoned in an iron cage, was startled, then exclaimed with joy.
“I’m here!”
Ao Qing rushed towards the sound, and in three steps, he entered the depths of the cave, looking at White Spirit through the bars with a loving expression.
“Are you, White Spirit?”
White Spirit also stared at the man who appeared before her.
His eyes were a beautiful golden color, and his whole body exuded an aura of majesty, but his eyes were filled with tenderness as he looked straight at her.
White Spirit approached the bars and reached out her hand, wanting to touch Ao Qing's face.
Ao Qing leaned towards her in response, taking White Spirit's small hand.
White Spirit touched Ao Qing's face. Although he looked completely different from her past benefactor, she recognized him at a glance.
“Benefactor, how did you find me?”
Ao Qing caressed White Spirit's smooth hand, saying affectionately:
“Your senior brother wanted to harm me, but my master killed him. I used my master’s power to come here specifically to see you.”
White Spirit was even more touched and, holding Ao Qing's hand, sobbed.
“Benefactor, I'm so touched.”
Ao Qing used his sword to cut open the cage, pulled White Spirit into his arms, and gently stroked the fox girl's back.
“Don’t call me Benefactor, call me Husband.”
White Spirit’s cheeks flushed, she lowered her head and nestled in Ao Qing's arms, shyly saying:
“Hus, husband.”
Ao Qing softly hummed in response, picked White Spirit up with a sweep of his arms, and walked towards the deeper part of the cave. In Black Wind's memory, there was a bedroom that had already been prepared.
Not long after, a soft, muffled groan could be heard from the bedroom.
“Husband, it hurts…”
【The protagonist is using his own face, only his clothes have changed. The author won’t make that kind of stupid mistake like a turtle with green hair. He only takes virgins and turns those who aren’t virgins into virgins. By the way, please give me flowers, please give me evaluation votes, I will continue to update during the day.】