Chapter 110: The Marriage of the Nine-Tailed Fox, Su Xiaoxiao
In the Demon Realm a vast, blood-red wasteland a grand hall built from countless bones echoed with a chilling conversation.
“My dear brother, it’s been nearly a hundred thousand years, hasn’t it?”
The voice was raspy, laced with hatred and cold malice.
Though he addressed the other as “brother,” every word dripped with venom.
If Mu Xiyao were present, she would instantly recognize the speaker none other than the Blood Night Monarch, the demonic overlord who once annihilated Cangyuan Ancient City.
After years of recovery, his strength had returned significantly. Fresh chapters posted on noᴠelfire.net
And now, he stood within the palace of the Eternal Night Monarch, his twin brother.
Despite their blood bond, there was no warmth between them.
“Why are you here?” came the Eternal Night Monarch’s cold reply, utterly dismissive.
“To thank you, of course. If not for you, I wouldn’t have been sealed in Tianluo Daozhou for ten millennia. You schemed well devouring our parents’ flesh and blood while I was trapped. Shouldn’t I, as a filial son, avenge them?”
His tone was mocking, as if their parents were mere pawns.
“If you want revenge, come in person. Sending a projection makes you look pathetic.”
The air crackled with tension.
In the demonic world, devouring close kin refined one’s bloodline—making them stronger.
“Heh, I’m still recovering. Besides, I heard a mere Purple Palace human destroyed one of your avatars?”
The Eternal Night Monarch erupted with killing intent, nearly shattering the projection.
“If you’re so eager to die, I’ll come for your true body myself!”
Being defeated by Ye Wushang was his greatest humiliation.
The entire Demon Realm mocked him openly or in whispers.
But Blood Night was the first to taunt him to his face.
“Relax, brother. I just came to ask if I deliver that human to you, will you grant me a favor?”
“Father’s personal demonic weapon.”
The Eternal Night Monarch had studied that weapon for millennia without success.
Now, Blood Night wanted it?
“Fine. Bring him to me, and it’s yours.”
As the projection faded, the Eternal Night Monarch offered no warning.
Let Blood Night fall into the same trap.
Then the joke wouldn’t be on him alone.
Back in the Human Realm, the Ye Clan was abuzz with celebration.
Ye Wushang was taking another wife.
But this time, it wasn’t just anyone, it was Su Xiaoxiao, once the top-ranked Marquis of Tianluo Daozhou, now a King and bearer of the Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline.
Her joining the Ye Clan meant another peerless powerhouse would stand guard.
Since leaving seclusion, Ye Wushang had frequently visited her.
With the help of his wives and a stormy night he finally won her heart.
Su Xiaoxiao had always felt safest in the Ye Clan.
Ye Wushang knew her secret, yet never pried.
He never once asked about her Nine-Tailed Fox heritage.
With him, she felt peace and happiness.
So she agreed to marry him.
The wedding was grand.
And when night fell, Ye Wushang entered the bridal chamber.
That night, he truly experienced the allure of a different race.
At his insistence, Su Xiaoxiao shyly revealed her four fox tails.
The room turned crimson.
Two tails were already overwhelming, four made him a master driver.
Each flick of her tails stirred his soul.
The Nine-Tailed Fox was born for seduction.
Had Ye Wushang not been so experienced, he might’ve surrendered.
But he endured and counterattacked.
Even with her awakened bloodline, Su Xiaoxiao eventually begged for mercy.
Just as she reached her limit, Yue Rushuang and the others entered.
Thus began a month-long “group training session.”
Only when all were pregnant did Ye Wushang finally retreat victorious.
The courtyard was left in silence, the women exhausted.
Even with their cultivation, they could barely stand.
They realized: Ye Wushang’s strength had grown beyond imagination.
They needed reinforcements—perhaps the mysterious Ninth-Life Empress, the enigmatic Pavilion Master Tao Yaoyao, or even Mu Xiyao.
They couldn’t handle him alone.
Ye Wushang, unaware of their plotting, returned to play with his children.
His eldest, Ye Zhixin and Ye Zilan, were already deep into cultivation—rarely home.
But they still helped guide their younger siblings, earning both fear and admiration.
Ye Wushang was the ever-gentle father.
With so many children, the mothers couldn’t manage alone.
He was grateful for his eldest two.
One day, his third and fourth children Ye Ziran and Ye Zifeng approached him.
“Father,” Zifeng said, “we want to join the Haoran Sword Sect. But Mother won’t allow it. Please help us.”
He already knew Yue Rushuang had told him.
She believed the Ye Clan’s resources were enough.
But the children wanted to explore the world.
With so many siblings, competition was fierce.
They wanted to grow and help the family.
“Your mother agreed,” Ye Wushang said. “I convinced her.”
He understood Yue Rushuang’s fears.
But jade must be polished to shine.
The world was dangerous but necessary.
The Haoran Sword Sect was a divine-tier sect, with billions of disciples.
His children might not stand out but they would grow.
The next day, the two left eager and excited.
Yue Rushuang scolded them for being ungrateful.
But Ye Wushang calmed her.
He didn’t send them unprotected.
A Cave Realm guard accompanied them.
And each child carried a wooden sword imbued with a sliver of Ye Wushang’s soul.
That soul fragment held a single strike unstoppable by anyone below the King Realm.
And it would grow stronger with him.
Only then did he let them go.
Because in this world, the only true fear.