This Is My Planet - Chapter 137 - Chapter 137 – Sickly Little Fox
Xia Guixuan’s expression was grim.
He hadn’t bothered to socialize with Gongsun Jiu because he sensed that something was wrong with the little fox. He had been worried about the dark demon sneaking in and had come to check it out first. In fact, his own soul fragment had already been observing the little fox for a while.
It was surprising that Shang Zhaoye had also sensed it… but then again, not really. After all, Shang Zhaoye had been nurturing the remnants of the Fox King’s consciousness within her soul sea. Naturally, she would feel a resonance and had likely realized the other party was Yin Xiaoru.
If the little fox had indeed awakened, according to the Fox King’s prearranged plan, the remnant consciousness should merge with her, instantly boosting her soul power.
In immortal cultivation, the soul is paramount. Once soul power is restored, spiritual energy cultivation or body refinement becomes relatively simple. With this, the Fox King could swiftly make a full comeback.
These arrangements made before the end were quite decisive—the biggest risk perhaps lay in trusting Shang Zhaoye too much. If Shang Zhaoye had any treacherous intentions, it would be disastrous.
For now, it seemed there were none.
Xia Guixuan recalled Shang Zhaoye’s somewhat forlorn remark, “Divine Creator is biased against me.” Perhaps in other aspects she was somewhat scheming, but her loyalty to the Fox King was genuine…Maybe her cunning was influenced by the remnants of the Fox King’s soul, originally just a loyal and diligent steed?
This should be a good thing.
But in the current situation, it might not be so favorable— because this loyal subordinate would certainly try to revive the former king.
Xia Guixuan gave Shang Zhaoye a deep look. She seemed to understand his thoughts and stubbornly met his gaze.
After a long moment of staring each other down, Xia Guixuan said nothing and suddenly vanished.
Cold sweat poured down Shang Zhaoye’s face as she knelt on one knee. She felt an overwhelming pressure from Xia Guixuan just now but couldn’t tell whether it had been a warning or something else.
Biting her lip tightly, Shang Zhaoye muttered under her breath, “Even if you are the Divine Creator, you can’t…”
…
In her villa, Yin Xiaoru sat on the bed hugging her knees, trembling uncontrollably.
Within her soul sea, something kept surfacing and then shattering again, too chaotic to make sense of. She faintly felt that she was powerful, beautiful, alluring, and commanding… Yes, that’s right, this is who I am.
No doubt about it.
But why did it still feel… off?
I-I want to tear into a chicken leg, not tear through the heavens…
I just want to devour a small chick, not devour the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers…
I only want to show off a little in front of my employees, not lead a million divine descendants to paint Xia with blood…
I just want to wear pretty clothes and sleep on a comfortable bed. I don’t need cloud-weave silks or lotus-seated bodhi trees.
I’m interested in biopharmaceuticals, not some Nine-Turn Elixir or Dao of Infinity.
I’m happy with my cushy little hovercar, and at most I’d ride Sindy—I don’t need to ride a centaur or some flame lightning beast.
I…
But why did I feel this urge, as if this is the ultimate transformation from a lower form to a higher one, and that following this urge would eventually lead to that?
And only that way, I wouldn’t face another unstoppable crisis, helpless beyond spewing brave words.
I hate that feeling…
I’m a fierce fox, capable of sneaking into the enemy’s house and stealing things. I leap through the mountains under the moon, graceful and seductive, not some whimpering coward hiding in the corner…
So which one is really me?
The little fox’s head throbbed violently. She clutched her head, pressing her hands hard against her temples, trying to stop the wild thoughts racing through her mind.
But it wasn’t blood vessels throbbing, it was her soul.
Deep within her spiritual core, the soul sea was churning with waves.
It hadn’t turned into a tsunami yet, and she could still think, only because…the droplet on her chest emitted a soft glow, soothing her consciousness and calming her spirit.
But why did she feel a vague hostility toward Sindy, as if she had seen his calm face somewhere before?
How could I possibly hate Sindy…
“Sindy may have lied to me about many things, but he’s been so good to me—how could I possibly dislike him…” Yin Xiaoru murmured to herself, finally speaking aloud as she gazed at the faint blue droplet on her chest, “Just because he secretly touched Sister Yan’s legs in front of me? But I saw it and pretended not to—I wasn’t even mad…”
Xia Guixuan, floating nearby: “…”
“Is it because he clearly started showing interest in women but pretends otherwise in front of me? Am I jealous?” Yin Xiaoru suddenly moved her hand away, her eyes widening in shock. “Could this be… love?”
“Hey…” Xia Guixuan, unable to bear it any longer, revealed himself.
What the hell, your grand awakening of the soul, and here I am watching your heart’s true intent, only for it to turn into this absurd idea of love?
A fox can endure, but the human cannot!
Yin Xiaoru stared blankly at Xia Guixuan, who had suddenly appeared without saying a word.
Xia Guixuan stared back silently.
“You…” After a few seconds, Yin Xiaoru cautiously spoke, “Are you a hallucination or the real thing? I’ve been having a lot of hallucinations, seeing foxes and horses…”
Xia Guixuan sighed, sat on the edge of her bed, and gently touched her forehead, speaking softly, “Calm down first.”
As he spoke, the turmoil in her soul sea gradually subsided, becoming as calm as a mirror.
Yin Xiaoru immediately felt the chaotic discomfort disappear, and she jumped up, “Hey, you sneaked in and watched me sleep while invisible!”
Two veins popped on Xia Guixuan’s forehead: “Maybe letting you stay chaotic would have been better?”
“No,” Yin Xiaoru said, wrapping her arms around his, her voice quickly turning weary. “Come closer, let me lean on you.”
“…” Xia Guixuan silently moved closer, allowing her to lean against his shoulder.
“It was really uncomfortable just now,” Yin Xiaoru murmured as she adjusted her position. “You know everything—do you think God created a man’s shoulder specifically for women to lean on?”
Xia Guixuan: “—At least this planet’s god didn’t think about such things.”
“But why do I feel so at peace leaning here?”
“Because you were feeling so bad just now, even if I gave you a pig to lean on, you’d feel comfortable.”
“Pig.”
“You little—”
“Sindy…”
“What?”
“Sister Yan is fine now, right? I just heard the broadcast—it sounded like there was a reversal, but then the signal cut out. I was too tired to fix it…”
“You can’t fix it. The network and communication satellites over Xia capital were destroyed. They’re using the galactic battleship’s signal system now.”
“Did you save her?”
“She saved herself.”
“I don’t believe it,” Yin Xiaoru whispered, “Do you like Sister Yan? I saw you touch her…”
“Can we not talk about this?”
“Then do you want to mess around with Ling Moxue…”
“Can we switch topics again?”
“Then…” Yin Xiaoru slightly raised her head, her lips hovering near his cheek, almost close enough to brush against it. She paused, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, before whispering, “Do you… want to…”
She hesitated for a moment, then continued in a soft voice, “Do you want to kiss Yin Xiaoru?”
Xia Guixuan instinctively lowered his head to look at her.
Today, the little fox was unusually weak, her usual energetic demeanor gone, now frail and pale. Her lips were pale too, lacking color, her eyes avoiding his, not daring to look at him directly.
She looked completely different from the mischievous fox who would sneak kisses or dangle a chip asking if he dared to eat it.
She seemed so fragile, like she could collapse with a gust of wind, break with a single rejection.
Seeing Xia Guixuan not respond, Yin Xiaoru sighed, “You kiss others, but you refuse to kiss me. Do you hate me that much?”
“No…” Xia Guixuan finally spoke, “It’s just that… I don’t know how to explain it. I just feel that if I left, others would quickly go back to normal, but you… might not smile as much anymore.”
Yin Xiaoru’s eyelashes fluttered, surprised, “You… like me.”
“?” Xia Guixuan’s expression turned stern, “That’s a different matter. What’s with you women? Is it not enough to kiss each other, you need to be toyed with to feel satisfied?”
“But Sindy…” Yin Xiaoru looked at him intently, “You’re afraid that I won’t smile anymore if you leave. I’m afraid too…”
“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid that if you don’t kiss me now, in the future when you want to, I won’t be the same anymore.”