I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan looked at the critical illness notice, carefully considering that line in the prompt—”full of defects.”

Now he understood. The prompt was just like before: when it says ”full of,” it really means ”full of.”

The foundation of this body was just too poor.

Wen Yan glanced at the Demon Fox, already unconscious and moved to the sterile room, still feeling a bit unreal about it.

According to the hospital, the Demon Fox was so fragile that if someone sneezed nearby, it could trigger a riot of viruses partying inside her.

She had no resistance at all, simply couldn’t make it through the adaptation period.

The hospital was doing everything they could, but honestly, the results weren’t good.

Because for a lot of medications and treatments, they’re really just about keeping the patient stable, reducing symptoms, helping them pull through.

The Demon Fox’s condition was just too complicated. With the current treatment plan, curing one illness could wreck her liver and kidneys first, so she needed liver-protective drugs as well.

Wen Yan asked the Scorching Sun Department what they thought.

Feng Yao said the General Director’s take was if there’s hope to unite, to win her over, to get intel—then spare no effort to save her.

If she’s a stubborn, unstable element who won’t give any valuable intel, or at least not the real stuff—then just let her die.

But in her current state, she probably can’t be saved.

According to the latest hospital exams, this Demon Fox’s body is definitely not going to last until sunrise tomorrow—it’ll be over.

If her body fails, with her current condition, chances are slim to none for saving her.

Wen Yan thought for a moment, went home, burned three sticks of incense for Grandma, and told her about the current situation.

Then he took a box of long-shelf-life Soothing Milk from the offerings for Grandma and headed back to the hospital.

After passing through the disinfection chamber and entering the ward, he fed the milk directly into the Demon Fox’s stomach through a gastric tube.

Then he blessed her with Yang Energy again. He was going to use the Explosive Great Sun method, but worried she was too weak—if she couldn’t handle the blessing and died from it, better to stick with the normal way.

After all this, Wen Yan let out a sigh.

”If you wake up later and don’t give me enough intel, I’ll smack your head sideways.”

The Demon Fox, half-conscious, barely sensed a wave of warmth blessing her, reminding her of when she was young—when enemies came, her mother would hide her in her belly, that warm sense of security vivid in her memory.

Listening to Wen Yan’s muttering, plus that warmth, a thought flashed through her hazy mind—this scary Wen Yan guy probably isn’t a bad person.

Compared to the wildness and danger of the Great Wilderness, she’s actually starting to like it here.

Someone who isn’t charmed, but still isn’t hostile to her—she’d rarely, so rarely met anyone like that.

It seems everyone just defaults that Demon Foxes must be evil, seduce everyone on sight, devour the Yang Energy of other creatures—not good things.

Ah, not cold anymore, but so sleepy.

The Demon Fox, muddled, couldn’t really hear Wen Yan rambling, that unease gradually fading away as she slipped back into sleep.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan, having finished feeding her and seeing the Demon Fox wasn’t vomiting, was finally relieved.

As long as she doesn’t die, then as a Demon Fox—even with a fragile body—she should make it through the adaptation period safely.

Hope this guy really decides to act straight and gives more intel.

Those Ghosts like Tong Si, who came over from the other side before, had it really rough and barely knew anything useful.

This Demon Fox should be different. After all, according to the prompt, at her peak, she’s a Six-Tails.

Following the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon’s progression, strong doesn’t always mean more tails, but if you’ve got more, you definitely aren’t weak—at least there’s one area where you’re exceptional.

Wen Yan walked out of the ward, immediately chased by the attending doctor who scolded him for visiting and feeding the patient random food. With her current condition, she really can’t eat anything just like that; if she vomits and chokes, it’s dangerous.

Wen Yan kept agreeing, acting incredibly polite. The doctor lost his temper, thinking the patient may not even survive the night, sighed, and said nothing more.

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Guanzhong County, the crack in the great tomb, had gone back to how it was before.

Construction had started here; this crack was unlike the one at Taiyi Observatory back then.

This crack might be small, but it’s unusually stable. Forcibly closing it is basically impossible now.

If it could be shut by force, over the thousand-plus years and two incidents, it wouldn’t have led to building a tomb to use the crack itself as Tomb Master, suppressed and buried here.

Under the guise of archaeology, infrastructure was being built, and all kinds of equipment were being moved in for real-time monitoring.

Late at night, moonlight poured down, the halo seemingly attracted, transforming into a tangible stream of water, slowly pouring into the great tomb.

That watery moonlight shone on the crack, and a scream—inaudible to ordinary people—came from within, rippling outward in wave after wave.

At the same time, a Scorching Sun Department monitoring device immediately sounded an alarm.

Readings showed both ultrasonic and infrasonic waves spreading in all directions, overlapping each other.

The moment this info came in, it began to auto-match against the existing database.

Ten seconds later, the machine transmitted the data back to headquarters. After a round of automated comparative screening, headquarters’ computers gave a list of possible targets.