The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

After finalizing her cultivation plan, Shen Yao greeted everyone and prepared to return to the first floor.

The eight-tailed fox had been waiting outside the door for a long time. As soon as the fairy came out, he pulled her into the room opposite.

"What are you doing?" Shen Yao leaned against the hibiscus wall to the left of the door and asked him in a low voice.

Tu Xiaoxiao used a pitiful expression, shook her hand and acted coquettishly, her voice soft and sweet: "Yanzhou, I haven't rested well these past few days, so please comfort me too."

Tu Xiaoxiao no longer hid his fox ears and tail. He had figured it out: whether the fairy treated him as a pet or a cultivator, she liked his ears and tail.

I like his ears and tail, that's all I like about him, there's not much difference.

Since he can't become an immortal cultivator anyway, he might as well make use of his own advantages.

His soft, adorable fox ears twitched, and paired with his handsome face, he was truly lovable to the fairy.

The fluffy fox tail swayed behind it, its snow-white color dazzling and mesmerizing.

'No, I can't let the male fox seduce me.' Shen Yao regained her composure, lowered her head slightly, and asked, 'Aren't you asleep either?'

Tu Xiaoxiao had been waiting for her to ask that question.

He took a step forward, his fox tail wrapping around her: "I was asleep, but I kept wrapping your cold body with my fox tail, like this..."

He pulled the fairy closer, his eight fox tails completely enveloping her: "Your body is too cold; I always wake up startled from my dreams."

Shen Yao's face indeed showed a guilty expression.

Tu Xiaoxiao wrapped one arm around her back and the other around her waist, pulling her into her arms. Her fox tail pressed her close to her body: "It's good that you're back. It's still warm like this."

He didn't give Shen Yao a chance to push him away, suddenly burying his head in the crook of her neck, almost sobbing as he said, "You really scared me to death, I was so afraid you wouldn't come back..."

How could Shen Yao bear to push him away?

The little white fox just wanted comfort, so what's wrong with comforting him?

"Okay, okay, I'm back safe and sound." Shen Yao's voice softened, and she half-wrapped her arm around his back, patting him gently like she was comforting a baby: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Tu Xiaoxiao greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from the nape of her neck; the scent of primroses was becoming increasingly captivating to him.

At first, he just liked the smell, but now, even a casual sniff makes his scalp tingle and his tailbone feel numb, as if he's been lightly electrocuted by lightning.

This feeling was addictive to him; he touched her skin with his nose and took deep breaths.

The more he inhaled, the faster his heart beat, and his fox tail trembled uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Yao noticed that his body was trembling. When she turned her head to look at him, her face touched his face and she was burned by the high temperature on his face.

She quickly pushed him with both hands, trying to check on his condition.

"Don't move." Tu Xiaoxiao increased his strength, tightening his fox tail and arms. He half-closed his eyes, his pupils turned red, and his vertical pupils had completely transformed into a beast-like form.

"Let me...smell it again...it smells so good..." His voice trembled as he reveled in the scent of primroses, taking deep breaths and gently kissing her from her neck to her cheek, his gaze fixed on her lips.

When Shen Yao first saw his red, vertical pupils, she was startled for no apparent reason. Her breathing became rapid, but she dared not shout for fear of waking her husband downstairs.

The current situation is practically like having an affair, and she dares not make a sound...

Such a strong sense of immorality...

The fox demon's vertical pupils still glowed red, and its gaze fixed on her lips seemed to want to devour her whole.

Shen Yao was truly terrified. She called out in a trembling voice, "Father...Father..."

Tu Xiaoxiao's reason was consumed by the fragrance, and he couldn't take his eyes off the fairy's red lips. He tried his best to control his desires, reminding himself again and again that it wasn't the right time, but he just couldn't bear to let her go.

When Huo Die heard his daughter call him "Dad," his intuition told him it wasn't a good sign.

He gently opened the door and saw only Tu Xiaoxiao and the large fox tail wrapped around her.

Huo Die didn't even bother to sigh. He chopped the eight-tailed fox's tendons with a chop, and Tu Xiaoxiao instantly lost her strength. Huo Die picked her up and threw her aside.

Tu Xiaoxiao lay on the ground, his fox tail still swaying. His face was flushed, the red light in his eyes had not faded, his vertical pupils were extremely narrow, and his whole body was filled with a dangerous aura.

Huo Die, a man of wide experience, glanced at his daughter and said with disdain, "He's in heat."

After this experience, Shen Yao learned that demon cultivators mostly choose their mates based on scent.

This scent is like pheromones from the interstellar beast world; when they encounter a scent they like, they will instinctively move closer.

Although each cultivator has a different scent, and demon cultivators don't necessarily only like the same scent, some demon cultivators are attracted to the same scent.

Therefore, most demons practice polyandry or polygyny.

If two people who like each other spend a lot of time together, they will lock onto each other's pheromones and become addicted to each other's scent.

After their first union, the one with stronger pheromones will no longer be greatly affected by their partner's pheromones. Furthermore, female pheromones are usually stronger than male pheromones, which is why male demon cultivators are more devoted than female cultivators.

For example, a demon cultivator like Long Jiajia has stronger pheromones than her first husband. After they become a couple, she is no longer affected by pheromones. As long as she likes someone and the other person likes her, she can take as many husbands as she wants.

However, their children usually inherit the genes of the parent with weaker pheromones.

From a biological reproduction perspective, it is actually the demon cultivators with weaker pheromones who choose superior donors for the sake of bloodline inheritance.

After listening, Shen Yao felt some sympathy: "Then wouldn't they be controlled by pheromones for their entire lives and never experience true love?"

"That's not it." Huo Die, who had never been in love before, had some understanding of true love because he had seen a lot: "Whether it's appearance or scent, liking someone is just a prerequisite for falling in love. Love is something that develops through spending time together."

Shen Yao suddenly realized.

When exactly did Tu Xiaoxiao start liking her scent?

Shen Yao sniffed her arm from left to right, but couldn't smell anything.

It's likely that only demon cultivators can detect this kind of pheromone.

After all, they are of different bloodlines.

Tu Xiaoxiao was having a terrible night. She had never been aroused by her scent before.

He was, after all, a demon ancestor; he still had some self-control.

Perhaps it was because I had smelled her scent of pleasure before, and then heard it again... In any case, tonight was exceptionally difficult to bear...

Tonight, his sense of smell was several times more acute; even the phantom fragrance of moonflowers in the room couldn't mask the scent of primroses left by the fairy.

The fragrance of primroses kept wafting into his nose, and with each wisp, a tingling sensation would run through his tailbone—it was truly addictive…

He couldn't bear to change his environment and hide away...

The poor eight-tailed fox, its eight tails throbbing uncontrollably, huddled on its bed trembling all night, suffering excruciating pain.

The fairy had a good night's sleep, embracing her husband and sleeping soundly and peacefully.

She became increasingly heartless, and the eight-tailed fox, tormented by passion, was long forgotten by her.

After waking up, she didn't think about going upstairs to check, and got up to start practicing her martial arts as planned.

Before he had even finished practicing a set of techniques, Huo Die had already brewed bitter medicine and was keeping it warm in a fire spirit stone furnace, waiting by his side.

The black paste that Cen Lian cooked was thick and sticky. When Shen Yao glanced at it while practicing her martial arts, her temples started throbbing.

She practiced the first move of the sword technique, "Drawing the Sword to Break the Wind," ten times in a row, just because she didn't want to drink the bitter medicine.

Unfortunately, apart from the God-Slaying Blade, no other spiritual weapon could withstand the sword intent of the Thirteen Forms of Sword Intent. After Shen Yao practiced it for the tenth time, the high-grade spiritual blade in her hand shattered.

She had no choice but to reluctantly walk to Huo Die's side, pleading softly, hoping to escape this predicament.

"Dad, actually my chest doesn't hurt at all, I'm not sick."

Huo Die knew, of course, that she wasn't physically ill; what needed to be addressed was her habit of lying: "You're sick? How can you not be sick? How could your father diagnose you wrong?"

Before Shen Yao could object, Huo Die pointed at the pot and ordered, "Drink this whole pot."

Three cans a day for a month, let's see if she dares to lie so easily again.