Come Back to Qingyun Sword Sect With Me

It seemed that heaven favored the human form, allowing all beings to take humans as the most superior shape.

In this world, once a demon beast gained the ability to transform, it would always choose to take human form.

But this process required a long period of cultivation,

and during the final transformation, the beast would even have to endure the heavenly Transformation Tribulation.

Very few survived it and successfully took human form.

Once they possessed a human form, demon beasts could gain spiritual roots, awaken divine sense,

and even combine with humans to produce offspring!

Such children would inherit both human and demon bloodlines.

If the demon blood concentration was high enough, traces of their beast form would appear on their body,

and sometimes they would inherit parts of the ancient inheritances hidden deep within the bloodline.

But the probability of humans and demon beasts producing offspring was extremely low.

Qin Ximo had lived for hundreds of years and had never seen one personally, only heard rumors from word of mouth.

Yet the fluffy tail brushing against her wrist right now was undeniably real.

Every strand of fur was soft, and its shimmering color was mesmerizing.

Qin Ximo couldn’t resist touching it, and the sensation was even better than she had imagined.

Each fine hair felt like it was gently kissing her palm, even playfully brushing her skin as if teasing her.

Fine.
Qin Ximo admitted it—after touching it for a while, she was already fascinated.

She couldn’t let go of the tail at all.

She had always believed her most precious possession was her sword—her life’s foundation, the vessel that held most of her cultivation and Dao.

She always thought that having one or two precious things in life was enough, more would only distract her.

A cultivator’s lifespan was long, but still limited.

But from today onward, her life might… gain something new.

Probably nothing wrong with that.
It was just a tail—what harm could it bring?

It wouldn’t turn her into someone who lost herself over worldly attachments…
Right?

But now wasn’t the time to be playing with tails.
Cao Xueyan’s condition clearly looked very abnormal.

Qin Ximo swallowed nervously, her conscience prickling, yet she still gave the tail a few reluctant tugs before letting go.

The movement caused Cao Xueyan to let out an involuntary, breathy sound—one that made Qin Ximo’s ears burn.

“Yue’er, is your body… all right?”
Qin Ximo asked anxiously.

She had never encountered such a situation before.
Half-human, half-demon hybrids were said to be heaven’s favored children, able to cultivate twice as fast.

But everything had a price.
Seeing the pained expression on Cao Xueyan’s face, she quickly wondered if something had gone wrong with her bloodline.

After all, the girl was only a Qi-refining cultivator, hardly capable of controlling such power.

Wait—
This happened after they dual cultivated.

Was that the trigger?

A wave of guilt washed over Qin Ximo.

This girl had dual cultivated with her to help her,
yet now her bloodline had gone berserk because of it.

Flustered, Qin Ximo pulled out many pills from her storage bag, but she didn’t understand medicine at all.

She had no idea what would help Cao Xueyan’s condition.

In the end, she took out her most precious life-saving pill—one that could revive someone even if half their heart was gone, as long as they still had a breath left.

Qin Ximo gently propped Cao Xueyan up and fed her the pill.

The small, jade-like pellet melted the moment it touched Cao Xueyan’s lips, turning into a cool medicinal liquid that flowed down her throat.

Her body seemed to desperately crave that energy, absorbing it like a starving beast.

After a few breaths, the agony tearing through her organs finally began to ease.

Qin Ximo’s hands glided over her skin—not to take advantage, but to check whether her temperature was returning to normal.

After checking carefully, Qin Ximo found that Cao Xueyan’s temperature had begun to drop slightly, though still far from normal.

At last, Cao Xueyan had enough strength to speak.

“I’m fine… Fairy Qin… don’t worry.”

“Still saying you’re fine!”
Qin Ximo’s emotions shook.
“You frightened me just now!”

“I was wondering what could scare you, Fairy Qin.”
Cao Xueyan gave a weak, pale smile.
“And it turns out you were just… mesmerized by my tail.
Maybe your hands could’ve been gentler.”

Qin Ximo lowered her head and kissed Cao Xueyan’s forehead tenderly.
“Did I really hurt you?”

“I’m teasing.
But Fairy Qin, you’ve lived hundreds of years—how could you be so interested in a fox tail?”

Qin Ximo asked curiously,
“You know where your bloodline comes from?”

Cao Xueyan froze.
What was she saying just now!?

“I almost let it slip!
My bloodline came from the simulator—how am I supposed to explain that!?”

Now she had to improvise a story.

Fortunately, her mind was quick.
She instantly made up a tragic, touching tale of human–demon love.

“My father was a transformed demon king living in the mountains, and my mother was a herb-gatherer from a small village.
One day, she fell off a cliff while picking herbs, right into my father’s cave.
He saved her, they fell in love, and then they had me.
Later—”

“Stop.”

Qin Ximo couldn’t hold back and interrupted.
She looked at her exasperatedly.
“You little thing, do you take me for a fool?”

“Ah?”

Cao Xueyan gave a guilty laugh.
“Fairy Qin, why would you say that?
It’s exactly what my mother told me—word for word!”

“That story sounds like something taken straight out of a mortal storyteller’s book.”

Qin Ximo pierced through it instantly.

Cao Xueyan wasn’t embarrassed—
after all, the inspiration was from dog-blood romance dramas she watched in her previous life while bedridden.

“Fairy Qin, listen to me… I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

“I know.”

Qin Ximo didn’t let her finish.
She sealed the girl’s lips with a kiss.
“You don’t need to explain.
Whether human or demon, you and I have already shared the rites of joining.
Even if we aren’t Dao companions—we are no less than that.”

“My junior sister once told me: the bond of Dao companions is like that of master and disciple—sharing honor and loss.
From today onward, you and I are one.
I won’t force you.
Whenever you choose to tell me the truth, I will listen.
And if you never want to say it—let it stay in your heart forever.”

Qin Ximo kissed her deeply.

She was not the aloof, untouched fairy people believed her to be—
she too had fallen into mortal emotions.

Yet even covered in mortal sentiment, her beauty remained breathtaking, her cold celestial aura now tinged with a mysterious softness.

Memories of the spring palace paintings she had once glimpsed flickered in her mind.

Like an inexperienced novice, she clumsily mimicked the poses she remembered, nibbling gently at Cao Xueyan’s flushed ear.

“Yue’er, Yue’er…
It’s strange—before we dual cultivated, did you feed me some kind of potion?
Why do I find you more and more pleasing to the eye?
Touch here—
even when crossing heavenly tribulation, my heart has never beat this wildly.”

Cao Xueyan felt her whole body soften from the heat of Qin Ximo’s breath on her skin.
Her qi and blood, which had just calmed down, surged again.

But this time, it was pleasant—like soaking in warm spring water.

She managed to whisper,
“I didn’t give you any potion!
It was just a dual-cultivation auxiliary pill…
It’s beneficial to you too…

Mm—
Or maybe… you just fell in love with me at first sight?
That’s what the storybooks always say, right?”

She never expected Qin Ximo to speak in such a seductive way—
it was like soft little cat paws scratching her heart.

Qin Ximo inhaled the fragrance of her hair, intoxicated, and then said softly:

“Once we leave this place…
come back to Qingyun Sword Sect with me.”

Cao Xueyan instantly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.

Her whole body froze.

She blurted out instinctively:

“No! Absolutely not!”