The Demon Fox's Lewd Skin

On the continent of Yun Chui, west of Qingzhou, lies a bottomless rift valley, which the locals call "Sword Burial Abyss".

Legend has it that a thousand years ago, a sword immortal perished here, his sword energy tearing a hundred-foot-deep chasm in the earth. Since then, the valley has been shrouded in pink miasma year-round, killing mortals who come into contact with it and corrupting the spiritual roots of cultivators. Over time, this place has become a forbidden zone that no one dares to approach.

Lin Jingxuan was knocked down by a single palm strike.

He remembered clearly that the palm strike came from Yin Wujiu, the vice hall master of the "Bone-Eating Hall," one of the seven major sects of the demonic path. The palm wind, wrapped in chilling demonic energy, pierced through his chest, leaving a bloody hole and displacing his internal organs. He lost consciousness in mid-air, his mangled body, like a piece of discarded rotten flesh, pierced through layers of pink miasma and crashed into the rubble at the deepest part of the Burial Sword Abyss.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the excruciating pain ripped him back from unconsciousness.

The first thing Lin Jingxuan did upon opening his eyes was to touch his dantian—it was empty. The sword pellet he had painstakingly cultivated for twenty-three years was completely shattered. His meridians were severed, his spiritual roots withered, and he couldn't sense even a trace of spiritual energy throughout his body. He had become a complete cripple.

He lay on the cold, rubble, gazing at the ravine above, where only a sliver of light remained, obscured by miasma, and remained silent for the duration of an incense stick burning.

Then he started laughing.

He laughed until his heart ached, until tears streamed down his face, until dark red blood seeped from the wound in his chest. He remembered his master's figure shielding him before his death, the despair in his junior sister's eyes as she was dragged away by the people of the Bone-Eating Hall, and Yin Wujiu's last words to him—"Qingxiao Sword Sect, wiped out today."

"I'm not dead yet." Lin Jingxuan stopped laughing, used all his strength to turn over, and crawled forward little by little like a dying worm. "I'm not dead yet, but you all have to die."

The gravel cut his palms and knees, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground. He didn't know where he was going, but instinctively felt that he couldn't stay still; to stop was to wait for death. He crawled for about two hours, passing through a patch of withered black bushes, when suddenly he smelled a very faint fragrance.

The fragrance was indescribable, like peach blossoms, or perhaps the warm scent of some animal fur left after sunbathing. It sweetly entered his nostrils, slightly clearing his groggy mind. He looked up and saw a misty expanse of water about ten feet ahead.

It was a small pool with pink water.

The pool was a rich pink, like melted rouge, like the juice squeezed from crushed peach blossoms. A thin layer of white mist floated on the surface, within which faint, ethereal light flickered, a soft yet eerie glow, like something living beneath the water breathing. Even more terrifying, Lin Jingxuan sensed an incredibly powerful spiritual energy within the pool, unbelievably pure, a hundred times more concentrated than the finest spirit stone veins he had ever seen.

"This is..." His chapped lips trembled slightly, "...Heaven hasn't forsaken me?"

He didn't hesitate for long. In his current state, he would be completely corroded into a skeleton by the miasma at the bottom of the valley in a few hours. This pool of spiritual liquid was his only chance of survival. Lin Jingxuan gritted his teeth and crawled to the edge of the pool, stretching out his blood-stained hand, trembling as he reached for the pink water.

The moment his fingertips touched the water's surface, a warm sensation enveloped his fingers, as if he were touching the body temperature of something alive. He paused, and before he could think further, the pool water suddenly stirred.

It wasn't just the water rippling; the entire pool of spiritual liquid came alive.

The pink liquid seemed to possess a mind of its own, rapidly spreading upwards from his fingertips, forming a thin, translucent pink film on the back of his hand. Lin Jingxuan's pupils constricted sharply. Instinctively, he tried to pull his hand back, only to find that his arm was completely unresponsive. Wherever the pink film covered, sensation was completely lost, as if the arm no longer belonged to him.

"What is that—"

Before he could finish speaking, the pool water suddenly burst open.

Countless pink spiritual liquids gushed from the pool, converging in mid-air to form a giant cocoon-like shape, hovering above his head. The spiritual liquids surged, swirled, and solidified, gradually outlining a silhouette—first a head, then a long neck, rounded shoulders, a slender waist, and… nine fluffy and enormous tails below the waist.

It was just a piece of skin.

A complete human skin, from head to toe, every inch meticulously detailed. The features were exquisitely refined, with an otherworldly allure in the eyes and brows. Even though it was just an empty skin, a single glance was enough to make one's heart clench, a tingling, numb sensation that held one captive. Nine fox tails extended from the tailbone, each about half a zhang long, covered in fine, dense fur, each tipped with a tuft of snow-white down that swayed gracefully in the air without wind.

The human skin hovered in the air for a moment, then slowly turned around. The empty eye sockets were aimed at Lin Jingxuan on the ground, as if scrutinizing him.

A voice suddenly rang in his mind.

The voice was incredibly soft, like someone was breathing into his ear, each word wrapped in a sticky sweetness that made his bones itch: "Heh... it's a man."

Lin Jingxuan's heart pounded wildly, and an extremely dangerous premonition surged up his spine. He desperately tried to back away, but half of his body was already covered by a pink membrane, rendering him unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the human skin slowly floated down from mid-air, like a light veil blown by the wind, covering his body.

"Stop!" he roared.

The human skin didn't stop.

The first part to fall was the fingers. The five slender fingers of the human skin precisely aligned with his five fingers, fitting them perfectly like gloves. Lin Jingxuan felt a layer of cool, slippery substance spreading upwards from his fingertips, a sensation like the finest silk, or the skin of some cold-blooded animal, so smooth it was chilling. His fingers resisted, his knuckles turning white from the effort, but the human skin was stronger, straightening, enveloping, and devouring his fingers one by one. He watched helplessly as his rough, calloused, and scarred fingers, covered in human skin, transformed into fair, slender fingers with pale pink tips.

"Don't move." The voice in my head rang out again, with a hint of laughter. "The more you move, the more it will hurt."

Lin Jingxuan gritted his teeth, desperately trying to muster the remaining sword energy within his body to resist, but his dantian was shattered, his sword pellet destroyed, and he couldn't even muster a trace of sword intent. When the human skin covered his wrist, his right hand had completely transformed into a woman's hand—slender, delicate, with nails that even shimmered with a natural pearly pink hue, breathtakingly beautiful, yet sending chills down his spine.

"What exactly do you want!" he growled.

"I'll borrow your body for a bit." The voice said slowly, as if coaxing a sullen child. "I slept at the bottom of the Burial Sword Abyss for a thousand years and finally managed to accumulate some essence. But when I woke up, I found that this body had long since decayed and was just a skin. I was thinking of resting it for a while and waiting for some unlucky female cultivator to pass by so I could take her body. Who knew that what I got was a man."

At this point, the voice suddenly took on a hint of coquettishness through gritted teeth: "A man is fine, I'll accept that. But your body is too broken. Your dantian is shattered, your spiritual root is withered, there's not a single good spot on your body. To possess someone like you, I feel like I'm losing out."

Lin Jingxuan was so angry he almost vomited blood: "Then why don't you try to take it!"

"What can I do if I don't take it?" The human skin had already covered his forearm, coiling around him like a soft snake, tightening its grip. "If this skin of mine doesn't find a host soon, it will completely dissipate in ten years. A thousand years of cultivation... just like that, gone. Are you willing to accept that? I am not."

Forearm, elbow, upper arm—the human skin pushed upwards inch by inch. Lin Jingxuan could clearly feel his muscles and bones being squeezed, wrapped, and reshaped by the human skin. The feeling was extremely eerie—it didn't hurt, but there was a fear of being swallowed up from the inside by something. His arm, which was originally strong and powerful with sharp lines, visibly became thinner and softer under the wrapping of the human skin, turning into a woman's arm with smooth lines and skin as smooth as jade.

When the human skin covered the shoulders, a fox tail suddenly moved.

The furry tail swung from behind the human skin, its tip gently brushing against Lin Jingxuan's cheek. The touch was incredibly soft, like a warm cloud, or the damp breath of some kind of demon, leaving a tingling, itchy sensation on his skin. Lin Jingxuan shuddered, goosebumps rising from his neck to his waist.

"Don't touch me!" He turned his head to avoid it, but the fox tail relentlessly followed, its tip gently hooking his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

The human skin face hovered less than three inches above his face, its empty eye sockets staring directly into his eyes. At this close range, he could even see every tiny hair on the skin and the faint veins beneath. It was clearly just skin, yet it exuded a warmth and fragrance only a living thing could possess, a fragrance ten times stronger than before, sickeningly sweet, like a thousand peach blossoms fermenting for a thousand years in rotting honey.

"Not bad looking." The voice chuckled softly in his mind, a hint of lazy satisfaction in its tone. "But too fierce. A sword cultivator, his brows furrowed so tightly they could trap a fly, no wonder he got beaten up like this."

The human skin slowly pressed against his face.

Lin Jingxuan felt as if a cold snake had crawled onto his cheek. He struggled desperately, shaking his head, but the human skin adhered to him as thoroughly as water seeping into sand. He felt his brow bone being covered by the human skin, his originally thick, dark, and handsome eyebrows turning into two curved willow-leaf eyebrows; then his nose, his crooked nose, broken by a sword mark, was gently pressed down by the human skin and turned into a small and delicate nose; then his lips, his dry, chapped lips covered in blood were pressed against the human skin and turned into full, soft, cherry-like lips.

The most terrifying thing is the eyes.

The moment the human skin eye sockets covered his eyes, he felt two extremely thin and soft things burrow into the depths of his pupils, like the tentacles of some living creature, gently stirring behind his eyeballs. A violent dizziness struck, his vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared again, the whole world had changed—the colors he saw were ten times more vibrant than before, the spiritual energy flowing in the air was visible to the naked eye, and he could even clearly see the antennae of an ant trembling in a crack in the rock.

His eyes transformed into a pair of narrow, fox-like eyes, with slightly upturned corners and a faint golden luster deep within his pupils.

The human skin continued to spread downwards. Neck, collarbone, chest... With each inch of skin covered, Lin Jingxuan could feel his body changing. His Adam's apple disappeared, and his neck became slender and long; his broad and thick chest bulged slightly, transforming into a woman's soft curve; his waist and abdomen tightened, and the hard lines of his original eight-pack abs were softened into a smooth and slender waist.

He looked down at his own body in horror, only to see a completely unfamiliar form—skin as smooth as jade, curves exquisitely defined, every arc perfectly sculpted, like a work of art. His original body seemed to have been swallowed up by this "work of art," leaving no trace visible from the outside.

Only nine fox tails remained outside his body, swaying leisurely behind him, as if showing off the victory of this plunder.

"Stop...stop it right now..." Lin Jingxuan's voice trembled, not from pain, but from fear. His voice, coming from the throat wrapped in human skin, had transformed into a woman's voice, soft and slightly hoarse. It sounded pleasant, but to him it was like a nightmare.

"Almost there, almost done." The voice soothed him gently, but the movements didn't slow down at all. As the human skin covered his waist, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous chill rush straight to his dantian—

That was where his shattered dantian was located.

The moment the human skin tentacles probed into his dantian, a tearing pain exploded within him, ten times more painful than Yin Wujiu's palm strike. Lin Jingxuan screamed in agony, his entire body curling up like a shrimp, cold sweat instantly soaking his entire body.

"Tsk." The voice let out an impatient snort. "It's broken like this, completely unusable. Oh well, I guess I'll just consider myself unlucky."

The force that had probed his dantian withdrew, and the excruciating pain subsided. Lin Jingxuan gasped for breath, his entire body trembling. In that brief moment of distraction, the human skin swiftly covered his legs and feet, like a giant spider web, swallowing him whole.

The package is complete.

Lin Jingxuan—no, it should be said that Lin Jingxuan, after being wrapped in human skin, became this "person," and slowly stood up from the ground.

Her movements were stiff at first, like a newborn animal learning to stand for the first time. Her knees trembled a few times, and her ankles wobbled, but she quickly regained her balance. She looked down at her hands, examining them over and over, then raised them to touch her face, moving slowly and carefully from her forehead to her chin, from the bridge of her nose to her lips, as if examining a lost and found treasure.

“A thousand years,” she said softly, her voice carrying a sense of wistfulness as if from another world.

She took a step forward, her steps alluring and seductive. The sway of her waist was subtle yet possessed a natural rhythm, as if some invisible thread was guiding the flow of her bones and muscles. Nine fox tails unfurled behind her, each tail seemingly possessing its own life. Some swayed gently, some drooped lazily, and some were held high, the white fur at their tips drawing delicate arcs in the air.

She walked to the edge of the pool and looked down at the water.

The water reflected a face that could topple kingdoms—narrow, fox-like eyes held a faint smile, the corners slightly red, as if she had just cried or laughed; a small, pert nose with a tiny mole at its tip; full, soft lips, the upper lip slightly upturned, with a natural, coquettish curve. This face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet possessed an inexplicable, eerie quality that made one's heart race and blood boil at the mere sight of it.

She smiled at her reflection in the water, a lazy and content smile, like a fox basking in the sun after finishing its prey.

But the smile on his face suddenly froze the next moment.

Because her left eye blinked uncontrollably.

"Get out of my body."

Lin Jingxuan's voice came from those cherry-like mouths, his teeth clenched, his killing intent palpable.

Her left eye trembled violently, the golden light in her pupil flickering as if it were fiercely struggling with something. Suddenly, her left hand rose and clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, as if she were trying to punch herself in the face—but at the same time, her right hand rose up, deftly grasping her left wrist and pressing it down.

"Stop it." She said softly, as if coaxing a disobedient child, but the force in her hand was astonishing, pressing her left fist firmly against her side, making it impossible for her to move.

"Get out!" Lin Jingxuan roared, the muscles on the left side of his body trembling violently. With his last ounce of willpower, he regained partial control of his left arm, his fingers outstretched, and he lunged for his throat—

He wanted to strangle this body, even if it meant dying together.

But his right hand reacted faster, grabbing his left wrist and twisting it behind his back. The nine fox tails moved simultaneously, four of them wrapping around his limbs, while the remaining five bound him up like a dumpling. Every single hair seemed to come alive, piercing his skin and releasing a tingling, invisible force that seeped into his muscles and bones, eroding his remaining strength.

"I told you, stop fooling around." There was a hint of impatience in her voice, but more so a lazy composure. "Your remnant soul can't even beat one of my tails, why waste your energy?"

Lin Jingxuan was indeed no match for him.

His consciousness felt as if it were buried under layers of cotton. He could perceive everything in the outside world—he could see, hear, and smell—but he simply couldn't control his body. The human skin covering was so thorough, it was as if someone had dressed his soul in an inescapable bodysuit. Every struggle he made was bounced back by that flexible membrane. The more he struggled, the weaker he became, and the weaker he became, the more suffocated he felt.

"I'm not reconciled..." His voice was hoarse and broken, forced from deep within his throat, "I will kill Yin Wujiu... I will rebuild the Qingxiao Sword Sect... I cannot die here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the force suppressing him suddenly pause.

"You want to kill Yin Wujiu?" Her voice rose slightly, tinged with amusement. "That Yin Wujiu from the Bone-Eating Hall? Old Demon Yin?"

"You know him?"

“I know him.” She chuckled softly, her laughter carrying an indescribable meaning. “More than just knowing him, several of my important matters a thousand years ago were ruined by his ancestor from the Bone-Eating Hall. I haven’t settled that score with him yet.”

Lin Jingxuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Help me get revenge, and after it's done, you can have my body."

She chuckled, her laughter both sweet and seductive, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Your tattered body is already in my hands. You're trying to use what belongs to me to negotiate?"

“I can self-destruct my soul.” Lin Jingxuan’s voice was terrifyingly calm. “Although I can’t beat you, your current condition isn’t much better than mine, is it? You’re just a skin, and your life force is almost exhausted. You can’t possess anyone, and you’re even having trouble suppressing me. If I self-destruct, your skin will be riddled with holes. Even if you don’t die, you’ll be lying there for another thousand years.”

She didn't say anything.

"I mean what I say," Lin Jingxuan said, emphasizing each word.

The air by the pool was quiet for a while, with only the sound of nine fox tails swaying gently in the wind. Then she suddenly laughed, the laughter gradually turning from a low chuckle into a wild, unrestrained laugh, laughing until she was breathless and tears were almost streaming down her face.

“Interesting, very interesting.” She wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of her eye, her tone now tinged with genuine appreciation. “I’ve been at the bottom of this Sword Burial Abyss for a thousand years, and the first person I’ve encountered since waking up is rather intriguing. Alright, let’s talk—we share a common enemy, you lack cultivation, and I lack vital energy. I will borrow your power to take revenge, and you will find something to restore my vital energy. Until you complete your revenge, I will not devour your soul, but the control over this body belongs to me.”

Lin Jingxuan was silent for a moment: "Deal."

"Great." She smiled with satisfaction. "Now, let's get out of this awful place. A thousand years of miasma is making me feel terrible."

She raised her right hand and gently clenched her fist.

With a simultaneous downward thrust of her nine fox tails, a surge of immense demonic power erupted from the tips of her tails, coalescing into a massive pink vortex beneath her feet. The vortex spun rapidly, emitting a sharp whistling sound, sending surrounding rocks and dead wood flying. She stood in the center of the vortex, her long hair and robes billowing in the wind, her nine fox tails fully unfurled behind her, forming a gigantic fan-shaped barrier, each hair radiating a dark pink glow.

"Stand still." She turned her head and glanced at her still slightly trembling left side out of the corner of her eye, a charming smile curving her lips. "This is your first time riding in my car, don't throw up."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly exerted force with her feet, transforming into a pink streak of light, rushing straight upwards along the steep cliff face. Her speed was so great that sparks flew from the air around her; the hundred-foot-high chasm receded rapidly beneath her feet, and the perpetually lingering pink miasma was smashed into a huge hole, churning and retreating to both sides like a swarm of snakes and insects fleeing in panic upon encountering their natural enemy.

In less than three breaths, she rushed out of the valley.

The moonlight shone down overhead, and a cool breeze swept over us.

She hovered in mid-air, her nine fox tails slowly closing behind her, like a closed flower. She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the distant, rolling mountains and the scattered lights at their foot, finally settling on a thick, dark cloud on the northern horizon—the direction of the Bone-Eating Palace.

"Do you see that?" she said softly, not knowing whether she was speaking to Lin Jingxuan or to herself, "Your grudges and my debts are all over there."

Deep within his left eye, a cold, sword-like light, belonging to Lin Jingxuan, silently shone.