The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, followed by a click, as if it had been locked from the inside.

Feng Xun had the two words "dodge" on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't even have time to shout them out. Instead, he was stunned by Song Ke's quick and agile reaction, and the attack that was about to come out stopped for a moment.

The demon was clearly stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that Song Ke, who was a well-known figure in the cultivation sect, would flee without a fight.

Moreover, they escaped so quickly that they were left far behind.

She paused for a few moments, then realized that Feng Xun's weakness was Song Ke. So she stopped fighting Feng Xun and instead attacked the precarious wooden door.

Her bright red tail seemed to be carrying electricity, and it was about to smash into the door when Feng Xun reacted quickly and threw the sword in his hand. The sword flashed with rainbow light and appeared directly in front of the door. With the hilt as the center, countless sword shadows appeared and blocked the monster's attack.

The demon was forced back, and Feng Xun, who hadn't even fully relaxed when he heard Song Ke's anxious voice calling from inside the door: "Feng Xun, Rong Xiu is in trouble, he's having convulsions."

When Song Ke turned around and came in, she saw that Rong Xiu was acting strangely. His face was contorted, as if something was trying to break free from his body.

"Rong Xiu, what's wrong with you?" Song Ke was so anxious that she forgot that Rong Xiu couldn't see or hear her.

She turned around quickly, and just as her hand touched the door, it was pulled open from the outside. Feng Xun glanced inside and frowned when he saw Rong Xiu's state.

He used his sword as a brush to draw an array on the ground, then drew a wisp of red thread from between his eyebrows. Unlike the love root in Song Ke's palm, this red thread, as thin as silkworm silk, flew directly to Rong Xiu's side and bound him, causing him to immediately stop moving.

Song Ke watched as a wisp of soul floated out of his body, but his body was also bound by a thin red thread.

"what is this?"

As the demon outside charged even more excitedly, Feng Xun simply said, "Keep an eye on those two."

Song Ke was taken aback for a moment, then nodded hastily, belatedly asking with concern, "Can you win?"

Feng Xun's expression remained calm: "Who do you look down on?"

After saying that, he turned into a blur and rushed directly towards the demon. Song Ke looked at the two people in front of her, one was Rong Xiu, and the other was a remnant soul locked out of his body. The remnant soul only had a silhouette, but its facial features were not clearly visible.

It stands tall and straight like a vigorous pine tree, giving people a sense of its outstanding temperament at a glance.

Song Ke looked at the remnant soul, then at Rong Xiu. Both of them fell silent, their eyes glazed over as if they were mentally impaired.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Feng Xun came in from outside, carrying a sword in one hand and...

Song Ke could see clearly by the moonlight streaming down from behind him.

It was a bright red fox tail.

Song Ke pointed at the tail in Feng Xun's hand and asked, "Why did you cut off her tail?"

"You brought it back because you plan to keep it as a souvenir?"

Feng Xun glanced at Song Ke indifferently, then disdainfully slammed the tail against the stone statue. Song Ke looked at the fox-headed, human-bodied statue and her expression changed instantly. It was as if a layer of white mist had been suddenly cleared from her view, and she saw that the statue had transformed, its fox head now resembling a woman's head.

A hint of surprise appeared in Song Ke's eyes. She was not surprised that the statue had an illusion, but that the transformed head and the body looked unusually harmonious, without the slightest incongruity, as if the statue had always looked like that.

Song Ke looked up and could make out the outline of the portrait. It was handsome with a touch of heroism, and its eyebrows and eyes had a gentle smile. Its long black hair seemed to be blown by the night wind and fluttered behind its back. It held a woodcutter's knife behind its back. Its hand was wide and its arm was long. There was a chip near the front of the knife, as if it had been chipped by a hard object.

As Song Ke watched, she inexplicably felt that something was wrong. Feng Xun waved his hand in front of her eyes a few times and said, "Are you being bewitched?"

Song Ke looked at him blankly.

Feng Xun: "This is what the statue originally looked like. In the past, the Western Qiong Kingdom worshipped the Goddess. So when the Western Qiong Kingdom was attacked by demons, their emperor ordered the construction of the Goddess Temple at the foot of Tianqiong Mountain outside the city to protect the people of the imperial city."

Song Ke nodded as she listened, then asked, puzzled, "Does the goddess truly exist, or is it merely a matter of belief?"

Feng Xun stared at the statue in silence for a few seconds, then sighed with a touch of melancholy: "She was a friend of mine, but we haven't seen each other for a long time."

This was the first time Song Ke had heard Feng Xun speak in this tone. She looked at Feng Xun, then at the statue.

"Do you know?"

Feng Xun stared at the statue for a few seconds, then turned to look at Rong Xiu, and then at the bound wandering soul.

"You want to save him?"

Song Ke clicked his tongue: "No, this is your disciple, why should I be the one to save him?"

“I know you don’t remember a lot of things now, but if you really don’t take care of it now, you’ll definitely regret it when you get better.”

"Besides, you've already dealt with that demon, and there's no other danger now. If you don't do anything now, then all that effort was for nothing. Maybe that wandering spirit will really take over Rong Xiu's body, which would just be what that demon wanted. Are you willing to accept that?"

Feng Xun listened, glanced at Rong Xiu, and then at the statue. He had a strange feeling that he might find news about the goddess here with Rong Xiu.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded: "He must have been pulled into the illusion. We need to go into that illusion."

Song Ke nodded, looking eager and her eyes sparkling as she looked at him: "Let's go then."

Feng Xun hesitated for a moment before saying, "No matter what you see inside, or what the people inside say to you, don't believe it."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

Feng Xun was still a little worried, so he simply took out another strand of red silk and wrapped it around Song Ke's hand. With a flash of red light, the red thread disappeared.

Song Ke raised her wrist to look at it and asked, "What kind of magic is this?"

Feng Xun said, "This is called Spirit Binding Silk. It is made from my heart's blood. Once it's wrapped around me, I can sense you."

After listening, Song Ke tapped her palm with her fingers: "Actually, it's not necessary. Your feelings for me are still there."

Feng Xun glanced at her indifferently: "I'm afraid you won't be able to tell the difference between what's real and what's fake."

"If you are in danger, just say my name in your heart, and I will hear you."

After he finished speaking, he saw Song Ke staring at him warily.

"Can you hear me?"

"Mind reading?"

"You can read my mind?"

Feng Xun: "..."

"Are you still going to save people or not?"

Song Ke nodded, looking at Rong Xiu's lifeless face, as if he could break at the slightest touch, and said worriedly, "Help him, hurry up."

Without further ado, Feng Xun decisively formed a hand seal, which shimmered with blue light and enveloped Rong Xiu under his control. Song Ke was surprised and hadn't even reacted when Feng Xun pulled her into a point of light and they entered the formation. A moment later, the scene flashed, and Song Ke heard deafening cheers.