Hubby, Your Fox Fairy Wants Everything

Chapter 132 Common People’s Happiness

No answer was heard from the messager. But Su Chenyang did not give up and still searched for his wife, his son and Xiao Douya. Busy among the three realms, Little Lingchong was exhausted after several days’ search. Hope was being cracked down. When all was quiet at dead of night, Wuyou stood on the snowy moutain top and looked into the distance. She knew that her Xiao Douya and her husband were both missing her somewhere in the world.

When Ye Juechen woke up, the kids were enjoying the meat soup. It was the rabbit meat left yesterday. The little boy sat beside the fire, and the fire burned the crockery to boil. The meat flavor made Ye Juechen’s stomach rumble louder. Today, the kids’ spirits picked up a lot. Ye Juechen stood up and patted the dust on him. Xiao Douya was so acute that he took up the crockery to put before Ye Juechen. Xiao Douya’s thoughtfulness warmed Ye Juechen’s heart, and he began to envy Xu Linghe. Ye Juechen thought if given a chance, he would like to find a woman, get married with her and have his own baby. Ye Juechen fell into a deep thought. When the crockery turned cold, Ye Juechen collected himself, wondering what happened to him. The more he spent time with the kids, the purer his mind became. Ye Juechen smiled bitterly. Kids? What a distant noun!

After breakfast, they cleaned the crockery, extinguished the firewood, and then came out of the hut, since things were settled. Ye Juechen walked slowly. Seeing the jumping children, he felt reluctant to leave there, since it would be hard to see them as they would part each other today. However, the children knew nothing about it, but just prattled all the way. And Little Lingchong in Kunlun finally detected Xiao Douya’s aura and knew something about him. Wuyou put all the affairs aside and followed Ye Juechen to the clouds. Worry began fading away. Little Lingchong was more excited to go with its Master to find Xiao Douya’s aura. Through the clouds, Little Lingchong landed on the ground and rushed to the forest immediately. Wuyou followed it closely.

“Xiao Douya’s aura.”

Little Lingchong suspended in the mid-air and somersaulted back and forth. Just for a moment, Wuyou felt buzz in her ears, thinking that she misheard the words. When hearing clearly, she was overjoyed. Her child was just nearby, and she could see her child before long. Wuyou leapt into the air and followed Little Lingchong to the depth of the forest.

Ye Juechen did not say anything along the way, but just looked at the children’s back figures. No one could expect that a deceitful and insidious heart would be tamed by children one day. However, death was waiting for Ye Juechen. Little Lingchong spread Spirit Power to detect, and found the little Master’s aura became stronger. Wuyou looked at her child in the distance and rested her heart finally, because her child was waiting for her afar. Little Lingchong rushed out and was happy to see Xiao Douya. The wind in the mountain forest rustled the pine trees.

The coldness was piercing in November. When Wuyou landed from the clouds, Ye Juechen was alarmed. At that moment, he thought about death, because he felt too ashamed to return Kunlun. It was the best choice to be killed by the woman. A bad guy should be punished. What a good ending! A smile took on Ye Juechen’s mouth. He condensed Spirit Power. But Wuyou had been well prepared. She would not spare anyone who dared to take her child away. The man was Kunlun’s dreg who also took her mother away before. Her husband once let him go, but how could the man not spare a three-year-old child? How wicked! Wuyou gathered Spirit Power and threw at the man. When Spirit Power penetrated into Ye Juechen’s body, Wuyou realized that Ye Juechen was seeking for death. The man fell to the ground and spat blood. His arms and legs were jerking. Xiao Douya gazed blankly, unwilling to believe that grandfather Ye was killed. His chubby legs ran fast, and he threw himself into Ye Juechen. His Grandfather Ye had passed away, though he was still alive several minutes ago. Now, he became cold. He was killed by Xiao Douya’s mother. Xiao Douya did not believe it. Little Lingchong stared at quietly how sad the little master was. It turned that Ye Juechen still retained conscience. The child choked with tears. And then, Wuyou realized that she had done something stupid— she should not have killed a person in front of her child. But it was too late to regret. There was no breath in Ye Juechen’s nose. Perhaps he had had the desire to die before.

“Mom, he once saved my life...” Xiao Douya became sadder. The little kid’s mind was so pure that he had no concept to traitor and evil, instead, he only remembered who once treated him well. Xiao Douya did not know the adults’ world. He held Ye Juechen and kept crying. Wuyou regretted what she had done. She should not have killed Ye Juechen on impulse.

Xiao Douya squatted down and cleaned the blood on Ye Juechen. Such a little child had his own definition for good and bad. He would not betray the person who was once good to him. Even if the person was once a bad guy, the child would forget it but just remember the kindness in human’s nature. Children was always children. They just remembered those who did will to them. Ye Juechen was Kunlun’s traitor, the thorn in Kunlun. But in the child’s mind, he was a great hero. This was the child’s conception of world.

Ye Juechen was one of the Shenzong’s disciples, a part of Kunlun. No matter how wrong the things he had done, he had the mind to correct his mistakes. Wuyou was Kunlun’s new Sect Master, so she had the right to decide everything. Just let Ye Juechen’s Original Spirit stay in Kunlun forever...

Ye Juechen’s death was a joke for Kunlun. Kunlun’s people hated traitors, so they were extremely dissatisfied about Wuyou’s behavior, thinking that the traitor could not be buried in Kunlun. However, Wuyou suppressed the opposing opinion. Someone caused trouble secretly to the result. Liu Ruoshui always had a grudge for Wuyou, since Wuyou not only had Senior Brother, but also became the Kunlun’s Sect Master. For outsiders, complaints had appeared inside Kunlun. After Shenzong had passed away, the new Master became more negligent. And the things about the new Sect Master, the fox, were dug out by some wilful people. However, Wuyou took no notice of it. Fortunately, Granny Moon came to Kunlun in time to press down the negative mood. Su Chenyang could see his wife and child finally and cry with happiness in public. Phoenix had recovered, but was still carried by Su Chenyang. Since they had stayed in Kunlun for a long time, they were both worried about the fire tribe. So Wuyou did not persuade them to stay. Granny Moon went to the forbidden area to accompany Shenzong every day. With time going by, Wuyou began worrying about Granny Moon and followed her several times. But Wuyou found Granny Moon just came there to read medical books, and Wuyou could finally rest her heart. Granny Moon’s love for Shenzong had become a part of life. Even if Shenzhong had passed away, he still lived in Granny’s heart. Xiao Douya asked most where his father was. Wuyou got more depressed. During the days when her husband was missing, Xiao Douya cried for father in his dreams. Wuyou led Little Lingchong to search numerous times, but the result just let her down. In the Teal Hill, led by Wuyou’s father, the Teal Hill’s people could reseized the cities easily. The Teal Hill’s people were able to come out from the darkness. When seeing the first ray of sunshine, the people knelt on the ground for a long time. They knelt for the Great God, Jiang Tian, and for those brothers who had died for freedom. Wuyou came back the Teal Hill and took part in the Teal Hill’s worshiping heaven ceremony. The entire Teal Hill finally returned to its people’s hands. Baize’s army suffered a lot of casualties, so Baize’s Goddess, Yu Xuanji, hated the Teal Hill more, so she launched two wars, but Wuyou’s father led the Teal Hill’s army to annihilate tens of thousands of soldiers in Baize’s army. Then, Baize’s army fled from the Teal Hill in panic. Meanwhile, the devil army also had been consumed considerably in the human world, and few still resisted in the Teal Hill. Nascent Soul was not good at military strategy and tactics. After several battles, Nascent Soul had no strength to fight back. Dark forces became riper after the Kunlun’s war. With several forceful attacks, the devil army had the sign of failure. But Jiang Tian would not let the chance slip away. Although a saying went that, “It is improper to chase the tottering foe”, the Teal Hill’s soldiers had imposing and unstoppable momentum. Nascent Soul was not Jiang Tian’s match at all. The devil army was defeated in full rout, and the soldiers fled in all directions. Led by Wuyou’s father, the Teal Hill won the final battle. Madam Hou Qing could reunite with her husband finally. When the Teal Hill’s people knew that Madam Hou Qing was still alive, they were all happy for the God of War. Standing on the Teal Hill’s street, Wuyou recalled the funny things in her childhood. Although war left something here, the Teal Hill’s people were able to wipe out the scar one day. She stamped on the Slabstone Street, as familiar scent filled everywhere. She closed her eyes to touch it. The Teal Hill’s sunshine fell on her skin and expanded little by little. When it shone her chest, she shed silent tears. To live freely was attained at the cost of countless people’s lives. Her sister, Ni Shang, Uncle Jiefei, and those unknown heroes devoted themselves to the freedom quietly.

“Master, I miss the little Qilin.”

At that moment, Little Lingchong missed the Golden Qilin more. Wuyou comforted Little Lingchong. Since a lot of things happened recently, she totally forgot Qilin Beast. But Little Lingchong reminded her, and she decided to go to a place. It was time to let Uncle Jiefei know that her father was still alive, and the Teal Hill’s people had not been depopulated.

The place Wuyou headed to was named Xitou village, which was ruled by the Emperor Yan. Jiefei was a mortal unable to adjust to the Immortal realm. Wuyou knocked at the door gently. And the door was open from inside. A woman opened the door. Without careful stare, no one could believed that the woman was Phantom of the Wind City who once guarded the Pacifying Soul Lamp. But now, she wore simly and coarsely. Although Phantom had been a mortal, she still retained her past memory, so she could recognize Wuyou at the first glance. They made a cup of tea. Thought it was not so fragrant as Mingqian tea, it had its own unique scent. The hot tea steamed while a fog was formed in Wuyou’s eyes. Ordinary love had imerged into weak tea and scanty meals. Wuyou admired Phantom and thought that Uncle Jiefei was so lucky for three incarnations that he could meet with such a marvelous woman who even abandoned the glory as an Empress of the Wind City, but was willing to stay with Uncle Jiefei. In this small place, they enjoyed the beauty that prosperity had faded away. How moving it was! Phantom made some simple dishes but no wine. They two chatted with each other about trival things. Phantom mainly talked about Jiefei. And Wuyou knew about Uncle Jiefei’s situation, not in luxury but with happiness. Phantom also told Wuyou that Jiefei ran a martial-arts arena. When Jiefei came back and pushed the door open, he kept his mouth open in surprise. He stood there blankly. Since he became a mortal, the Teal Hill was a dream, and the spiritual skill that enabled him to travel tens of thousands of mile in a day was even out of reach. Only when he became a common person, did he realize the harships in it.

“Uncle.”

Wuyou hugged her uncle tightly, and Jiefei was full of tears. He thought Xiaoyou did become an adult, and he would not worry about her any longer. Wuyou once stole wine to drink at her young age, as if it just happened yesterday. Phantom wiped her tears secretly. Thanks to Xiaoyou, Phantom could have today’s life. If Xiaoyou had not saved her and her husband from the rocks, they could not have had the life now.

“The food is getting cold. Eat quickly. Don’t get hungry, Xiaoyou.”

Phantom served the face washing water, wringed the towel, and handed to Jiefei. Jiefei took it and wiped his face carefully. Seeing the tears on Xiaoyou’s face, he wiped them away.

“Uncle, this is my skin. My face will be peeled off...”

Wuyou acted like a spoiled child in front of Jiefei. Even if Wuyou had her own child, she was still a child. A big hand pinched her face, but was blocked away by Phantom.

“How can you be the uncle?”

Phantom blew gently to the little face, as there was a finger print on the face. Unexpectedly, tears dropped again from her cleanly-washed face. Wuyou was reassured to see Uncle was so happy. The three sat down to eat. Although the food was mild, Wuyou enjoyed the meal very much. With a family member beside, love was also wrapped in this regular meal.