The Love of Mingya in the Fox Spirit

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was just joking. I really need to talk to you this time!" Dongfang Yuechu immediately stopped her tears and stopped Zhuge Ming.

"Speak quickly, I'm busy here!" Zhuge Ming glared at Dongfang Yuechu in annoyance.

"Tch, you never show up all day long, I wonder what you're busy with. Maybe you're traveling around behind my back!" Dongfang Yuechu muttered under his breath.

"Huh? What did you say?" Zhuge Ming gave Dongfang Yuechu a dangerous look.

"Ah, no, no, I was saying that someone as selfless and handsome as you, Zhuge, must be working tirelessly for world peace."

Being under someone's roof and needing their help, Dongfang Yuechu decided to become a sycophant.

Over the years, Zhuge Ming has not told Dongfang Yuechu what he is doing, because Zhuge Ming feels that Dongfang Yuechu is not suitable to get involved in these things at the moment, and from another perspective, the direction that Dongfang Yuechu is striving for is the same as his.

After all, only if humans and transvestites unite as one can they possibly survive the invasion of creatures from outside the circle in the future.

"Alright, stop fooling around, Zhuge. I came to you this time because I want you to help me rescue someone!" Dongfang Yuechu said seriously, his face solemn.

"Who?"

"Wang Quan Fugui, the young master of Wang Quan Manor!"

Chapter Seventy-Seven: "The Young Eagle Spreads Its Wings"

"Huh?" Now it was Zhuge Ming's turn to be surprised.

Although Zhuge Ming had not seen Dongfang Huaizhu for so long, as far as he knew, she was still alive.

So here's the question: since Wang Quanba and his wife didn't die, even if the Daoist soldier plan was still implemented, how could it be Dongfang Yuechu's turn to save Wang Quanfugui, the young master of the Daoist Alliance?

"I'm not entirely sure of the specific reason either, but it seems he suddenly fell in love with a demon, and somehow the entire Wangquan family knows about it. We're about to have a result, aren't we? Come with me quickly, or it will be too late!" Dongfang Yuechu explained anxiously.

Zhuge Ming, however, was not in a hurry at all, but instead lowered his head and began to think.

That's not right. Even if Wang Quan Fugui, the young master of the Dao Alliance, were to be with Qing Tong like in the original story, how could it be made public?

Moreover, given Wang Quanba's prestige in the Dao Alliance and the Wang Quan family, how could anyone possibly dare to touch his son?

Something fishy is going on here!

Zhuge Ming had a premonition that there was a powerful force behind all of this, and that this trip to Wangquan Manor was probably not as simple as it seemed!

"Hey, hello, excuse me? Say something if you're going or not!"

Dongfang Yuechu circled around Zhuge Ming, touching him here and there.

"Go! Why wouldn't we go? Things are getting more and more interesting!"

Zhuge Ming snapped out of his reverie and casually agreed.

"But why would you be so keen to save someone you have no connection with?" Zhuge Ming teased Dongfang Yuechu.

"Emmm... Of course I'm just helping out when I see injustice. You know I've always been a kind-hearted person, known as the 'Hot-hearted Young Master'!" Dongfang Yuechu awkwardly turned his gaze to the side, waved his right hand in front of him, and began his performance.

Zhuge Ming watched Dongfang Yuechu's performance quietly, then launched a direct attack, giving the sycophant a disdainful look: "Come on, do you think I don't know you? If your fairy sister hadn't accepted another demon's request to go to Wangquan Manor to rescue someone, would you? Go to rescue someone?"

"Damn it! You know perfectly well, yet you still ask the obvious. Are you trying to make a fool of yourself?" Dongfang Yuechu said angrily.

He must have asked that just to make a fool of Dongfang Yuechu. Otherwise, why would Zhuge Ming ask him the reason when he already knew the original story?

After Zhuge Ming smiled, he stopped teasing Dongfang Yuechu and took out the Qiankun Fan, releasing the array seals stored within it.

"This is... a spatial array?" Dongfang Yuechu recognized the gleaming array before him.

He had witnessed the power of this formation firsthand; it could directly ignore the Heavenly Gate Daoist's Heavenly Gate Incantation and teleport them all out of Mutian City. This formation was incredibly powerful.

Zhuge Ming nodded. Although he was already very strong, no one ever complained about his survival skills, and this was one of them.

He had been to Wangquan Manor before and remembered its spatial features, so it would be easy for him to go there again.

"Little White, let's go!"

After greeting Gu Yi, Zhuge Ming took the lead and stepped into the formation. Dongfang Yuechu and Gu Yi quickly followed. With a flash of white light, the three of them disappeared from the spot.

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Inside the Wangquan Manor compound, hundreds of Wangquan Manor disciples surrounded a tall, slender young man with a handsome face, who was holding a wounded and unconscious little girl in his arms.

He is none other than Wang Quan Fugui, the Taoist soldier!

"For the eldest son of Wangquan Manor to associate with monsters is a disgrace to the Wangquan family!"

“Our Wangquan family has been the number one demon-slaying family in the world since ancient times, but our young master has actually fallen in love with a demon. If outsiders find out, the prestige of the Dao Alliance that our Wangquan family has accumulated over thousands of years will be destroyed!”

"That's right, we absolutely cannot let this happen, kill him!!"

"Yes, that's right, kill him!"

……

Wang Quanfugui glanced coldly at the disciples who were indignant. They were usually very respectful to him and dared not show any disrespect.

Even so, he felt no turmoil in his heart. He only glanced at Qing Tong in his arms with a pang of heartache and silently said in his heart, "I'm sorry for dragging you into this. If we can get out of here alive, would you be willing to travel with me to see all the mountains and rivers?"

Inside the room, Wang Quanba sat in the main seat, looking at the people outside the door with a somewhat gloomy expression. He said to Butler Fei beside him, "Uncle Fei, have you remembered those who were in charge?"

Butler Fei narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous glint, and nodded slightly.

A woman walked out from the side, and Wang Quanba's originally gloomy face quickly disappeared. He stood up and greeted her with a smile: "Huaizhu, what brings you here?"

"Greetings, Madam!" Butler Fei greeted.

“Mr. Fei.” Dongfang Huaizhu quickly returned the greeting.

She was still wearing that light green dress, holding that flute in her hand. Although she had been married for many years, time could not erase her breathtaking beauty.

Dongfang Huaizhu glanced at Wang Quan Fugui outside the door with a pained expression and said with some reluctance, "Husband, isn't this a bit too much for Gui'er?"

Wang Quan Baye turned his gaze to Wang Quan Fugui, who was walking out of the manor with small but firm steps, and said with satisfaction, "Huaizhu, our Gui'er, he has grown up. He has found his own path. Isn't he just like us back then?"

Looking at Wang Quan Fugui's back, Wang Quan Baye recalled the days when he and his brothers had ventured out into the world. Weren't they just like his son back then?

In pursuit of their own path, they fear no hardship or danger, solely to uncover the truth of this world.

Although the loss of a brother was extremely painful for them, if they had to choose again, Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye believed that they would still choose to go, even if it meant dying in place of Zhuge Liang, because that was their way!

Moreover, in terms of magical power alone, Wang Quan Fugui, who possesses all of Dongfang Huaizhu's magical power, is now beyond the imagination of ordinary people. His swordsmanship goes without saying; the word "genius" alone is enough to explain the level of Wang Quan Fugui's swordsmanship. Not to mention the effort this genius puts into practicing swordsmanship, which ordinary people dare not even think about.

Therefore, if we want Wang Quanfugui to further enhance his power, we must let him go out and see the world; this is what is meant by "refining his mind".

“But…” Dongfang Huaizhu hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

"Don't worry, Huaizhu, I've made all the necessary preparations. Gui'er will be fine. A fledgling eagle must eventually leave its parents to soar in the blue sky. It's time for him to leave us and find his own path," Wang Quanbaye comforted him.

He understood Dongfang Huaizhu's feelings as a mother. After all, no mother in the world would want to see her son get into any trouble, and he felt the same way.

"Moreover, we must trust Gui'er; after all, he is our son!"

Wang Quanba pulled Dongfang Huaizhu into his arms and said proudly.

Chapter Seventy-Eight "Three People"

Inside the Wangquan Manor courtyard, facing the hateful gazes of everyone, Wangquan Fugui didn't want to say a word, and slowly walked forward with heavy steps.

Wang Quanfugui knew in his heart that if a fight really broke out, even if all these people attacked together, they couldn't do anything to him.

But Wang Quanfugui understood that this was the Qingxing his father least wanted to see, not to mention that he had a demon in his arms whom he didn't want to be hurt again.

"Damn it, how dare they look down on us like this! Form the sword formation!"

A Wangquan family disciple, his expression filled with rage, shouted excitedly and then unleashed his flying sword. The others followed suit, and in an instant, the sky above Wangquan Manor was filled with a dense array of flying swords.

In their eyes, Wang Quanfugui's continued presence despite being surrounded by so many of them was a sign of disrespect for their strength.

But of course, that's the truth.

"Alright, it seems I've been too busy with Dao Alliance affairs these past few years. It's time for the Wang Quan family to reshuffle its deck!"

Seeing this scene and feeling the beauty in his arms tighten her grip on his hand, a cold glint appeared in Wang Quanba's eyes.

He then gently released Dongfang Huaizhu, grabbed the Wangquan Sword beside him, and adjusted his aura to its peak, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Wang Quanfugui slightly raised his head. The various flying swords in the sky emitted bursts of cold light, making people's hearts tremble.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the arena instantly plummeted to freezing point; the silence was so profound that it seemed one could hear the heartbeats of everyone present.

"So many people besieging an unarmed person, tsk tsk, is this the Wangquan family? No way, no way, is this the behavior of the strongest family in the Dao Alliance?"

Suddenly, an untimely voice broke the solemn atmosphere.

"Who is it that dares to insult my royal family!" One of them turned around and looked toward the source of the voice.

Two young men were sitting lazily on their rooftop, one of them with a string of candied hawthorns dangling from his mouth.

The other person went even further, lazily basking in the sun while sipping coconut juice, with a Samoyed fanning him beside him, looking every bit the leisurely vacationer.

"Where did this ignorant brat come from? How dare he trespass into my Wangquan Manor? He's courting death!"

Suddenly, a person jumped out from the crowd and, without saying a word, wielded a flying sword to slash at the two youths.

"Ding!!!"

A clang of metal clashing rang out, and it was seen that the flying sword had been tightly gripped between the two fingers of the young man with the candied hawthorn in his mouth, and could no longer move an inch.

"Damn it, what's going on? Why can't I move it?" The man's face turned red, and he used all his magic power to activate the flying sword, but the flying sword still didn't move an inch.

These two were naturally Zhuge Ming and his two companions who had been teleported directly here using the formation. In fact, they had already arrived before Wang Quan Fugui appeared.

However, how could Zhuge Ming miss such a live broadcast of the royal power story? That's why he invited Dongfang Yuechu to sit down and enjoy it for a while. But now it seems that the "live broadcast" is about to end.

"Master Daoist, didn't your father teach you what manners are?"

Dongfang Yuechu spoke in a slightly cold tone, and a burst of fire emanated from his fingers, instantly enveloping the flying sword. In no time, the flying sword fell to the ground lifelessly, as if it had lost its life.

"What's going on? Why can't I control my flying sword anymore?" the man said in terror.

"This is... the Demon-Slaying Divine Flame—Pure Yang Flame?! I've heard that the Dongfang family's Pure Yang Flame can not only be used against enemies, but also to reforge magical treasures. He is the rising demonic cultivator Dongfang Yuechu!!!"

An older disciple of the Wang Quan family recognized Dongfang Yuechu at a glance.

"A sorcerer? I didn't know you had that title." Zhuge Ming, who was enjoying a sunbath, glanced at Dongfang Yuechu with a half-smile.

And let me tell you, the Wangquan Manor is situated on a very high elevation, and the rooftops are at just the right angle, making sunbathing here so comfortable that you just can't stop.

Dongfang Yuechu smiled awkwardly at Zhuge Ming, then retorted somewhat gloomily, "Hey, we're both members of the One Qi Alliance, isn't it a bit much to call me a demonic cultivator!"

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"Pure Yang Flame?! He's Qin Lan's child?"