Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

As dawn broke, the light inside Duanqing Residence was still dim.

Chen Xuan opened his eyes and subconsciously reached into his clothes.

The feel is off.

There was no delicate, warm skin, nor smooth, silver hair, only a fluffy, warm thing.

He froze for a moment, then looked down.

A white fox, no bigger than a palm, was curled up on his chest, sleeping soundly on its back.

Her pink little paws twitched occasionally, and a trace of drool clung to the corner of her mouth, wetting a small patch of his undershirt.

Last night, that fiery red-clad, alluring young woman seemed like a bizarre dream.

Chen Xuan stared at the ball of fur for a long time, feeling empty inside, as if a piece of him had been ripped out.

"Snoring—"

The fox rolled over, its tail brushing against his chin, tickling him.

Chen Xuan sighed, reached out and pressed down on the restless tail, gently stroking it with his fingertips.

Forget it.

Whether it's a human or a fox, as long as they're still around, that's fine.

"Senior Brother Chen! Is Senior Brother Chen awake yet?"

"Outer disciple Zhao Tiezhu has come to pay his respects to the chief senior brother!"

"Senior Brother Chen, this is my family's heirloom, a thousand-year-old blood ginseng. I'll give it to you to nourish your body!"

A sudden burst of shouts outside the cave broke the morning's tranquility.

Chen Xuan frowned, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

Su Chang'an was woken up by the noise.

She groggily opened her eyes, rubbed her face with her two front paws, yawned, and revealed her sharp little tiger teeth.

"It's so noisy."

Su Chang'an's lazy voice echoed in my mind, carrying a strong sense of morning grumpiness.

Chen Xuan took her off his chest and placed her on the stone bed. He casually put on the patched cloak, grabbed the broken sword, and walked out.

Chen Xuan glanced around expressionlessly.

The open space in front of the door was piled with things.

A hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was thrown on the ground like a cabbage, magical artifacts radiating precious light were piled up haphazardly, and there were even several jars of aged spiritual wine, blocking the road.

"Take it."

Chen Xuan coldly uttered two words and bent down to remove a brocade box blocking his way.

"Senior Brother Chen, wait a minute!"

The crowd suddenly parted to make way.

A girl dressed in the robes of an inner disciple walked out.

Dressed in white, with a jade sword tassel hanging at her waist, and her long hair tied up high, she looked both heroic and beautiful.

The surrounding outer disciples gasped in shock.

"It's Senior Sister Luo Qingxue!"

"A direct disciple of the Heavenly Sword Peak within the inner sect! What brings her here?"

"I heard that Senior Sister Luo is arrogant and doesn't even respect the inner disciples, yet she actually came to see Senior Brother Chen in person?"

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Luo Qingxue walked straight up to Chen Xuan.

She looked at the simply dressed, even somewhat shabby, young man in front of her, a glint of surprise in her eyes.

She watched Chen Xuan practice swordsmanship from a distance yesterday.

The magnificence of that sword strike still makes her heart tremble.

"Junior Brother Chen."

Luo Qingxue bowed slightly, adopting a very humble posture, showing no airs of an inner disciple.

She took out an exquisite white jade bottle from her sleeve and presented it to Chen Xuan with both hands.

"I heard that my junior brother caught a cold yesterday. This is a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk that my master brought back from the far north ice plains. It has a miraculous effect on warming and nourishing the meridians and dispelling cold."

Eternal Spirit Milk!

A chorus of swallowing sounds filled the air.

This is a priceless treasure; a single drop can extend the lifespan of an ordinary person by ten years, and for cultivators, it is an even more sacred medicine for cleansing the marrow and rejuvenating the bones.

Such a precious thing, you just gave it away like that?

Two blushes rose on Luo Qingxue's face, and she said softly, "A precious sword is given to a hero. Among the outer sect disciples, only Junior Brother's swordsmanship can meet Qingxue's standards."

The meaning behind those words couldn't be clearer.

This is a public display of affection, or even a disguised confession.

Chen Xuan looked at the white jade bottle but didn't take it.

His gaze passed over Luo Qingxue and looked into the cave.

The fox woke up.

It was lying on the stone bed, its two front paws gripping the edge, peering out cautiously. A strange light gleamed in its narrow fox eyes, as if it were plotting something sinister.

A strange sense of anticipation suddenly rose in Chen Xuan's heart.

She's watching.

Will she be angry?

Will you get jealous?

Will it be like that inner demon from last night, jumping out and pointing at his nose, accusing him of being a womanizer?

If she is even slightly unhappy, even just by frowning, Chen Xuan will feel that in her heart he is not just a junior who needs to be taken care of.

Time passed little by little.

Luo Qingxue's arm was getting a little sore from holding the bottle, and she could barely keep up the smile on her face.

Just then.

A familiar voice suddenly rang in Chen Xuan's mind.

That was Su Chang'an's voice transmission.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you silly boy, what are you standing there for? Take it!"

Chen Xuan froze.

Su Chang'an sounded very excited, without the slightest hint of jealousy.

"This is ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk! One bottle can be exchanged for several thousand spirit stones! Our dilapidated cave dwelling is in dire need of funds for repairs, so hurry up and take it!"

"And look at this girl, big hips, good for bearing children, and a direct disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. If we marry her, we can walk around the sect like nobody dares to bother us!"

"Son, listen to your father's advice, we have to stick with this arrangement! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Chen Xuan felt as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object.

My head is buzzing.

Big buttocks? Easy to give birth to?

Is he trying to live off a woman?

Is that her reaction?

"..."

Chen Xuan felt a sense of despair.

The inner demon's voice rang out at just the right moment, filled with sarcasm: "See? I told you she only sees you as a brat. You're here wallowing in self-pity, while she's over there calculating how many bricks the bride price can get you."

pain.

It really hurts.

It hurts more than having your bones ripped out.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his heart.

Since you want me to be a kept man.

Since you want me to be a good son.

Row.

I'll grant your wish.

Chen Xuan suddenly reached out and grabbed the white jade bottle from Luo Qingxue's hand.

His movements were rough, and he even scratched Luo Qingxue's fingers.

"Thank you, senior sister."

He looked at Luo Qingxue, a stiff, unnatural smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and said, "Senior Sister, you've gone to so much trouble."

Luo Qingxue was flattered and her face turned bright red instantly.

"No...no expense needed, as long as Junior Brother is happy."

Inside the cave, Su Chang'an watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right! Good son, you've finally figured it out! Bring this spirit milk back for your father to nourish his body; my back has been a bit sore lately."

Su Chang'an was still happily planning how to squander this bottle of spiritual milk.

next second.

The fake smile on Chen Xuan's face vanished instantly.

He held the white jade bottle and weighed it in his hand.

then.

A flick of the wrist.

"Whoosh—"

The priceless white jade bottle traced a beautiful parabola in the air and flew directly towards a menial disciple on the outermost edge of the crowd.

"Junior brother, this is for you."

Chen Xuan said coldly.

"Snapped!"

The handyman disciple hurriedly caught the bottle, completely dumbfounded.

The entire room fell silent.

Luo Qingxue's smile froze on her face, as if she had been slapped hard.

She looked at Chen Xuan in disbelief: "Junior brother... what do you mean by this?"

That's ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk!

That was a treasure she had begged her master for a long time to obtain!

He just casually gave it to a janitor.

This is humiliating!

Naked humiliation!

Chen Xuan didn't even glance at her before turning to return to his cave.

"I don't like owing favors to others."

With his back to Luo Qingxue, his voice was as cold as ice, "Thank you very much for your concern, Senior Sister."

"besides."

He stopped, turned his head, and swept his eyes across everyone present with a sinister look.

"If anyone dares to pile up garbage in front of my door again, I'll throw them down the mountain with me."

"roll!"

The last word, imbued with terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, directly caused the surrounding snow to explode.

Several outer disciples with low cultivation levels immediately went weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground.

Luo Qingxue's eyes instantly reddened.

In all her life, when has she ever suffered such injustice?

"Chen Xuan! You...you don't know what's good for you!"

She stomped her foot, covered her face, and ran away crying.

The remaining outer disciples looked at each other, none daring to linger for another second, and scattered like birds and beasts, picking up the gifts on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the entrance to Duanqingju was completely deserted.

Only the handyman disciple holding the white jade bottle remained, standing bewildered in the wind, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Chen Xuan ignored him.

"Bang!"

The broken wooden door was slammed shut.

Inside the cave.

Su Chang'an was lying on the edge of the bed, looking at Chen Xuan who walked in with a blank expression.

Those fox-like eyes were wide open, their faces practically screaming, "Are you crazy?"

"What a spendthrift!"

Su Chang'an transmitted his voice in anguish, "That's ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk! You just threw it away like that? Do you know how many roast chickens that could buy? Have you lost your mind?"

Chen Xuan walked to the bedside and looked down at the greedy fox.

His chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that he was extremely angry.

"What's wrong? Feeling sorry for him?"

Chen Xuan sneered, reached out and pinched the back of Su Chang'an's neck, lifting her up.

Su Chang'an's limbs were dangling in the air as he kicked his legs in dissatisfaction.

"Nonsense! That's money! Money!"

All you care about is money.

Chen Xuan stared into her eyes, his dark pupils churning with emotions that Su Chang'an couldn't decipher.

There was anger, resentment, and a kind of suppressed madness.

"Su Chang'an".

He called her by her full name.

"In your eyes, am I only worth a few spirit stones?"

"In your eyes, all I deserve is to be a kept man?"

Su Chang'an was stunned for a moment.

Why is this kid suddenly so angry?

It's just that I didn't let him accept the gift from that pretty senior sister, right?

Why make such a big deal out of it?

"No... I was just thinking about our family's finances, wasn't I?" Su Chang'an shrank back a little guiltily. "Besides, the girl isn't bad-looking..."

"Shut up!"

Chen Xuan let out a low growl and threw her back onto the bed.

Su Chang'an rolled around on the soft bedding a couple of times, but before she could get angry, she saw Chen Xuan turn around and face away from her.

His shoulders were trembling slightly.

"I don't need it."

Chen Xuan's voice was low and slightly hoarse.

"I don't need to rely on women to get ahead."

After saying this, Chen Xuan strode to a corner, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

He exuded a chilling aura that said, "Don't touch me."

Su Chang'an lay on the bed, looking at that stubborn back, and blinked.

What on earth is all this?!

This unfilial son, his teenage rebellion came a little too late!

but……

Su Chang'an recalled the moment Chen Xuan threw out the spirit milk, and his arrogant and overbearing demeanor.

Don't say it.

He's actually quite handsome.

"Tch, little brat, he's got quite a temper."

Su Chang'an muttered something and buried his head in his paws.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Fine.

If you don't want to be a kept man, then don't be.

Anyway, I can afford to support her.

It's just a pity about that bottle of spiritual milk...

Su Chang'an secretly glanced outside the door.

That handyman disciple shouldn't have gone far, right?

How about we sneakily snatch it back later?

I was just thinking about it.

Chen Xuan, who was in the corner, suddenly opened his eyes and gave her a cold glance.

"You are not allowed to go."

Su Chang'an: "..."