Mistaking the Immortal Venerable for a Cultivation Cauldron and Draining Him Dry

As the young fox demon's clan's heir, she was a prodigy in both talent and cultivation, far surpassing her peers. But something went wrong during a tribulation, and she lost all her cultivation. The healer told her that the only way to keep her alive was to cultivate with another person. At first, the young fox demon refused. In a fit of anger, she ran away from home. Then, in a desolate mountain on the edge of demon territory, she came across a female cultivator who was gravely injured and near death. The woman's white robes were wet halfway through from the stream. She was cold and aloof, so beautiful she seemed out of place in this world. More importantly, this female cultivator had an incredibly rare furnace physique. The young fox demon dragged her back to a cave, fed her spirit medicine, and passed demonic energy into her, doing everything she could to save her. Once the woman's injuries had mostly healed, the young fox demon didn't hold back at all. By day, she ordered the woman to bring her tea, pour her water, massage her shoulders and legs, and comb each of her nine fluffy tails. By night, she wrapped her tail around the woman's ankle, their spiritual powers mingling as tremors racked her body. She wouldn't let the woman go until she could no longer make a sound through her tears. A few months passed, and the young fox demon's cultivation surged. She even reached the threshold of a breakthrough. But the good times didn't last. News soon arrived from the Demon Realm: the demon clans were in turmoil, the old Demon Emperor had been assassinated, and the regime had changed overnight. As the Demon King's only daughter, the young fox demon had to restore order to the Demon Realm. To protect her people, the young fox demon left a letter ending their relationship and secretly returned to the Demon Realm alone under cover of night to deal with the crisis. But the new Demon King had overwhelming influence. Everywhere she turned, she hit a wall when she asked for help. With nowhere else to go, she gritted her teeth and sought an audience with the immortal revered as the most powerful cultivator in the human realm. On the high dais, the immortal stood in white robes as brilliant as snow, her icy spiritual pressure spreading across the hall. She looked down at the young fox demon for a long time, then finally descended at an unhurried pace. Her voice was as cold as frost. "This getup, Young Mistress." Her fingertip slowly brushed the corner of the young fox demon's eye, neither gentle nor rough. "Are you here to ask me for a favor, or to rekindle our old relationship?" The young fox demon knelt in the hall, frozen from head to toe. The immortal standing before her, revered by all three realms and possessing unfathomable power, was the very person she had wantonly drained and then abandoned in bed! At this moment, she was more afraid of the woman before her than of the new Demon King's assassins. But in the next instant, immortal spells rose through the hall. An invisible barrier trapped her in place, and a chilly breath curled around her from behind. "Why are you trying to run as soon as we meet, Yaoyao?" "Do I have to lock you up..." "...before you'll behave?" Theme: None.