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"Have you handed over the Dry Earth Branch to that brat?" the Old Daoist asked, taking a sip of wine.
"There were no surprises with the Dry Earth Branch, but it seems that the Pixiu in the formation was also taken by him," the Middle-Aged Taoist respectfully replied.
"That's fine," the Old Daoist waved his hand dismissively. "It was originally prepared for him. Even if he doesn't take it this time, I will arrange it again next time."
"Master is wise."
"Don't try to flatter me," the Old Daoist said, somewhat annoyed, no longer looking at the Middle-Aged Taoist. "You're just too rigid. If you had even half of that kid's carefree nature, I might really consider taking you in."
"Then I'll go learn," the Middle-Aged Taoist said respectfully.
"No need for that. I should visit Tushan to prevent that girl from exposing me; that wouldn't be fun." The Daoist tossed the Wine Gourd to the Middle-Aged Taoist.
Although the Middle-Aged Taoist was blind, his reflexes were sharp, and he caught the gourd effortlessly. After he caught it, the Old Daoist had already vanished with a gentle breeze.
"Thank you, Master."
The Middle-Aged Taoist performed a respectful bow towards the gentle breeze.
Following Shaoming into the interior of the Red Bean Acacia in central Tushan, I discovered that this tree was completely hollow inside and housed countless large foxes, all of whom were untransformed foxes.
What amazed me was that despite so many foxes living together, there wasn't a hint of fox odor.
"From the first to fifth floors, only untransformed foxes live here, organized by family rather than by area. The sixth to eighth floors are occupied by Fox Spirits with cultivation; the higher their cultivation, the higher they reside. The ninth and tenth floors are areas only accessible to the Red Thread Fairy. As for the eleventh floor where you're headed, that's where my grandmother lives."
"Grandmother?"
Why do these demons and spirits like to refer to their elder members as 'grandmother'? Is it a specific term like some titles in certain industries?
"Our Tu Shan Clan's current leader is my biological grandmother," Shaoming said with a pointed look. "The other Fox Spirits call her Fox Fairy Grandmother."
Fox Fairy Grandmother isn't too far off from that title.
"Landlady, what rank does Sister Wan hold among you?" I asked curiously.
"Our cultivation as Fox Spirits is defined by our tails. The most powerful and legendary among us is the Nine-Tailed Fox. Sister A-Wan is a Three-Tailed Fox Spirit, and she is considered one of the elites in Tushan."
Is being a Three-Tailed considered elite? It seems that the current strength of Tushan isn't that impressive. But then again, ever since Tushan was taken in by the court, all the Fox Spirits have aimed to become excellent Red Thread Fairies. Who would still focus on cultivation there? No, it's more like who would still be a dedicated demon?
"What about you?" I turned to look behind Shaoming. "How many tails do you have?"
"Pervert!" Shaoming nearly ground her silver teeth in anger, but unfortunately, this was the sacred ground of their Fox Demon Clan, so she didn't dare to be too reckless.
"You don't have a single tail?" I said, extremely disappointed. "What happened to the one you had?"
Aren't foxes born with a tail?
Upon hearing this, Shaoming looked as if she had been hit where it hurt. She bit her lip, and her eyes began to redden, as if she were about to cry at any moment.
Meng Jiangnu tugged at my Daoist robe, signaling that something was off with Shaoming.
Oh no, is she really going to cry? No way! Is she that fragile?
"Alright, alright. I was just joking," I said awkwardly, rubbing my nose.
Before I knew it, Shaoming had already led us to the eighth floor. This place was home to almost all the strongest Fox Spirits in Tushan, except for those who had already become Red Thread Fairies.
Compared to the previous floors, there were noticeably fewer people here, and without exception, they were all Fox Spirits who had taken human form. In the fifth and sixth floors, there were even some in fox form wandering around, but here there were none at all.
Actually, transforming into human form earlier doesn't necessarily mean better potential; the more powerful beasts and divine creatures find it harder to take shape. For example, for someone like Qu, transforming is relatively easy, but once transformed, they basically lack combat power. However, if Qu decides to act cute, it can be quite lethal.
But divine beasts like the Dragon Phoenix find it much harder to transform; not to mention creatures like Pixiu or Listening to the Truth that might only have one existing divine beast—some may never transform in their lifetime. But transformation doesn't equate to strength; for instance, the Qilin from back then never transformed either, yet who would dare underestimate its power?
Transformation means breaking away from the physical form given by nature; it's a kind of reversal. This explains why those with greater potential find it harder to transform. However, there are exceptions; for instance, Huan managed to take human form after consuming some unknown treasure from nature. Of course, such treasures might not be useful for Pixiu.
Indeed, people of different levels engage in activities suited to their levels; this place feels entirely different from the lower floors. I even wondered if I had entered an office building—if not for the fact that the Fox Spirits weren't wearing suits.
"Hey, isn't that Shaoming? How do you still have the face to come back?" Suddenly a sharp and sarcastic voice rang out. I turned around and saw a Fox Spirit walking toward Shaoming. "Well, after all, she's the granddaughter of the Fox Fairy Grandmother; she must have some privileges!"
Shaoming did not respond, but I could see her face was extremely pale.
"Enemy?" I asked Shaoming in a low voice.
"None of your business," Shaoming stubbornly bit her lip and replied.
Fine, my good intentions were wasted. I shrugged, expressing my indifference.
However, the Fox Spirit that came out seemed to have no intention of letting things go; instead, it became even more aggressive in its mockery.
"Still not responding? You’re getting proud now. If it weren't for your grandmother back then, who knows who would have become the fox immortal? Look at you, without your grandmother, you still fell down just the same," Acerbic Fox Demon sneered.
"Shut up!" Shaoming shouted angrily.
"Oh dear, you've embarrassed our Fox Spirit. Not letting anyone speak? Come on, sisters, come and see! This is the useless granddaughter of Fox Fairy Grandmother!" Acerbic Fox Demon shouted loudly while calling over the surrounding Fox Spirits.
It seemed that Shaoming wasn't very well-liked here; no one stepped in to stop it.
"This is the disgrace of the fox immortal?" someone whispered.
"I can't believe she still has the face to come back."
"I heard she's Fox Fairy Grandmother's granddaughter?"
"Yeah, she was one of the youngest fox immortals back then. Who would have thought now..."
(Fox Spirit internally refers to Red Thread Fairy as a fox immortal.)
Shaoming paused in her steps, standing still with her body slightly trembling. Blood suddenly began to flow from the corner of her mouth; she had bitten her lip. Her hand was tightly clenched into a fist, trembling slightly, and blood dripped down from it—her nails had already embedded into the flesh of her palm.
"Three Purities Edict, Official Blessing!" Unable to watch any longer, I formed a hand seal and used a Barrier to isolate Shaoming.
This is too much; they are all Fox Spirits. Could it be that even demons have a grudge against the wealthy?
"Yin Zheng'an, remove the Barrier," Shaoming transmitted to me after a while.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "What exactly did you do to offend them?"
Even if it's just a grudge against the wealthy, it shouldn't lead to them blocking the street and cursing at her.
"Don't ask; I don't want to talk about it." Shaoming's voice was already tinged with tears.
"This shameless woman even brought a man in." The Acerbic Fox Demon suddenly started attacking me verbally: "I didn't expect that while your abilities are lacking, your skills in seducing men are not weak at all."
I was already very annoyed with Shaoming before, but since she didn't show it on her face, I couldn't act out. But now that she dragged me into this, I had an excuse to retaliate.
"Who are you?" I glared at the Fox Spirit.
"You're quite arrogant! It's you! Shameless!" The Fox Spirit dared not continue, as three Flying Swords hovered above her head. With just a wave of my hand, it would result in bloodshed on the spot.
"Do you dare to make a move?" The Acerbic Fox Demon stepped back, and the three Flying Swords followed her retreat.
"What’s there to be afraid of? Why don’t you try? Lucky for you, I’ve never killed a woman since I started my career; you could be the first." I threatened.
"He’s going to kill someone in Tushan!" The Acerbic Fox Demon suddenly screamed like she had gone mad. At the same time, several male Fox Spirits rolled up their sleeves and approached.
"Taiji Diagram, go!" I urged the Octagonal Taiji, and a Taiji Diagram expanded suddenly from beneath my feet, covering all the curious Fox Spirits within a radius of several meters.
Among the Fox Spirits bound by the Taiji Diagram was the Acerbic Fox Demon, who was now wide-eyed in disbelief at this bizarre scene.
No one dared to make a fuss anymore; it was insane for newly transformed demons to act so wildly! However, I was just trying to scare these people; after all, this was still their territory. If I really dared to make a move, would I still want to live? I'm not a fierce person like Uncle Xing.
"What’s going on?" A pleasant voice came from above. "Are you planning to rebel?"
The voice sounded similar to that of Boss Lady Ah Wan, but it carried a much more authoritative tone.
Looking up, I saw a woman standing on the stairs who resembled Sister Wan. She appeared to be significantly older than Sister Wan, and while Sister Wan had a subtle air about her, this woman exuded a sense of being completely detached from the mundane world.
"Are you Yin Zheng'an?" the woman asked, looking at me.
"Do you know me?"
"Mr. Xing has found a good seedling," she replied calmly.
Mr.? Is that how one refers to Uncle Xing? But given his demeanor, it hardly seems appropriate; calling him 'Elder Xing' would be even more absurd.
"You flatter me. May I ask who you are?" I sensed that she was not an ordinary person.
"My name is Su Huai. I am the mother of that girl beside you," the woman said.
Shaoming's mother? How could she look so much like the Landlady?
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