From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 69 Generous Little Fox

"Strange? Hey, this guy is so fast, almost as fast as the strong ancient people." The maid exclaimed in a low voice.

She looked stunned because she found that the old mandrill in the Daozang realm was gradually being left behind by the human at the feathered level.

Next to them, several servants who also had snake tails and human bodies showed strange expressions when they saw this, and stared at the blue-gold figure flashing in the distant mountains.

"This person has cultivated the Five Elements Qi and practiced many incompatible tricks. Perhaps he is preparing to 'break the limit' at the Immortal Transformation level... But I don't understand. This person is neither destined nor immortal, so why would he force himself to break the limit at the Immortal Transformation level?"

"Breaking the Limit? Miss, are you saying that this human has a bizarre idea, trying to integrate the Hundred Plays, forcibly breaking the limit of Qi and Blood in the Yuhua Realm, and pursuing power comparable to Daozang?"

The maid was stunned. She followed the young lady and was not a person with shallow knowledge.

In this world, there are some peerless geniuses who can barely cross the absolute gap between the great realms, and their method is to "break the limit".

The purple-robed woman was noble and elegant, with long black hair like a waterfall and bright eyes that flickered with lightning. She frowned slightly and said softly:

"I don't understand. The three realms of the [Mortal Realm] don't extend lifespan. Humans only have a lifespan of a hundred years or so. Why would he be so desperate to break through the limits of the Immortal Realm..."

She could see that Chen Xuan's bones weighed over 8,000 jin. Although he was a rare genius among ten thousand, he was still hundreds or thousands of jin away from the immortal seed of "Nine Fives".

"He doesn't have the talent or time to break through the limit, and it's difficult for him to succeed. He must use every day carefully, otherwise he will destroy his own future and lose his last chance of [Tao Hongchen]."

The purple-robed woman shook her head and smiled, then left with the other demons.
"It's best not to cause trouble when you first enter the Southern Wilds. Let's go find the Mountain Monarch or the Turtle Elder first. The matter of the Shangyang Immortal's relics isn't over yet..."

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At the foot of the Liyuan Mountain, Chen Xuan completely got rid of the old baboon.

"Rumble..."

Deep in the forest, the old mandrill lost track of Chen Xuan and was furious. He vented his anger, causing rows of trees to fall, and birds and animals to flee in panic, triggering a small wave of beasts...

"More than fifty kilograms of fairy pear wine, this trip is worthwhile."

Chen Xuan weighed the wine jar, feeling extremely happy. Then he murmured:

"We need to give some of the fairy pear wine to Yan Yushu to test its effects... We also need to give some to the six little ghosts. Children shouldn't drink too much, but they can take it back to their elders. It would be best to give some to the old turtle as well to take care of him."

He is very open-minded. Although this is an unexpected gain he achieved alone, he does not want to enjoy the benefit alone.

"Let's go back to Little Stone Lake first."

Chen Xuan continued to move forward. The strong aroma of wine would attract ghosts on the road, so he needed to return to the old turtle's territory immediately.

The old turtle's territory is located at the outermost edge of the Southern Wilderness. It is very safe and there are hardly any ghosts living there.

Simultaneously.

Chen Xuan used a communication talisman to call Yan Yushu impatiently: "Please come to the Southern Wasteland as soon as possible. I have some immortal wine for you to drink."

Yan Yushu replied quickly, angrily: "Only ten days!"

She can still hold on for now!
Chen Xuan explained the reason and asked, "Try the immortal wine brewed by the Confused Heart Pear and see if it works. Can it prolong the duration?"

Yan Yushu remained silent, having obviously heard of the effects of the Bewitching Pear. Then, for the first time in his life, a hint of shame and annoyance appeared, and he scolded, "You want me to use props? You'll really kill me!"

He really dares to make such excessive demands!

She found it unbelievable, as she was a pure and flawless fairy in the eyes of all men in the world, and few men could resist the charm of the Six Desire Heavens.

Even when facing high-level cultivators, her charm still had a great effect. On that day in Peach Blossom Spring, she faced two half-step Daozangs. She fought when she wanted to and retreated when she wanted to, and they didn't stop her at all... As long as it didn't touch the bottom line, everyone couldn't help but be tolerant of her... No one would refuse what she said or what she asked.

But at this moment, Chen Xuan was not affected by her, but was bold enough to bring up such an embarrassing thing.

Yan Yushu said coldly, "You are going too far. Who do you think I, Yan Yushu, am I? Is this the cauldron for your cultivation?"

Chen Xuan said in a deep voice, "Please, fellow Daoist."

"……All right."

Yan Yushu sighed, pursed his lips, and responded in a muffled voice: "I only agree this time."

Yan Yushu agreed, but solemnly stated that this was just a deal and there would be no second time... Fairy Pear Wine was a rare treasure in the world and drinking it would be of great benefit. She had no reason to refuse... and she had been feeling very uncomfortable recently after eating two Half-Step Daozang.

"I'm leaving now and will arrive tomorrow!"

"Please be careful on the road."

Chen Xuan ended the conversation and continued on his way.

He was indeed a little anxious, but there was nothing he could do. After Yan Yushu was promoted to the Daozang Realm, he would follow Lu Zhuan and leave Chiya City to go to a sect in the foreign land for further study.

If it weren't for this reason, he wouldn't have followed Little Red Fox and the others on this adventure today.

at dusk.

Chen Xuan returned to Xiaoshi Lake safely. Since he left the Liyuan area alone, it took him quite a while to find the route home that he remembered.

"Bai Zi Xiaohu, Hu Da and the others came back earlier than me."

In Chen Xuan's newly built courtyard, the little red fox was dividing pears, and other ghosts surrounded her, drooling.

"Distribution is based on work. The benefactor gets a pear, then it's Tiger Two's turn, and then the benefactor..."

The little red fox looked serious. As he divided the pears, he kept muttering, "One for the little fox, one for the benefactor. Little bird, benefactor. Little nose, benefactor..."

The little goblins were so happy after getting the fairy pears that they couldn't stop smiling.

Although the little fox gave half of the fairy pears to his benefactor, there were still three or four pears in their hands... If it weren't for Chen Xuan, they would not have gotten any and would even have been caught by the old baboon.

Only the knife-carrying tiger demon had a dark complexion. He stood aside like a wooden stake, grinding his fangs and muttering to himself:
"Bai Zi, you can't do this. We have known each other since childhood." The little red fox raised his head, his eyes sparkling, and said in a clear voice:

"Hu Er, do you think it's too little? You contributed the most, so give Hu Er an extra pear."

The little red fox was very generous. He took out a pear from his own pear and placed it in front of the tiger demon carrying a knife.

The tiger demon with the knife on his back looked even darker and said, "Who wants these rotten pears from your family? I also have a land treasure tree planted at home."

Little Red Fox: "Really? Tiger Two despises it. I'll give Tiger Two's share to my benefactor."

Blade-carrying Tiger Demon: "...I have a name, why don't I call it?"

A breeze blew, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground. The tiger demon from the real hell looked up at the sky, feeling inexplicably sad, with a desolate aura about him.

"Squeak."

Chen Xuan held the wine jar, pushed open the yard door with his shoulder, and walked in.

The little red fox's pointed ears perked up as it immediately ran to greet him, shouting happily, "My benefactor has finally returned. I was so worried about you. Eh? What is this? Fairy pear wine!"

The little red fox's eyes widened, his entire body frozen. Then, he whispered, "My benefactor, can I have a sip, just a small sip?"

The other little ghosts also ran over, surrounded Chen Xuan, jumping and dancing, creating a cheerful atmosphere.

"of course can."

Chen Xuan held the wine jar high, walked into the house, and dug out a few crudely crafted wooden bowls. He smiled and said, "Everyone has a share. I'll make a few bottles later and fill some for you to take home and drink slowly... Eh? Hu Da, why are you standing so far away?"

The knife-carrying tiger demon glanced at him, then stared at the other excited little monsters: "..."

Ghosts and monsters do not share the same joys and sorrows; the tiger monster only thinks they are noisy.

Chen Xuan was puzzled and continued to shout, "Hu Da?"

The tiger demon with a knife on his back nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Second brother, I am here..."

It was getting dark, and there was a lively yet peaceful atmosphere in the yard.

This kind of time will not last long, and a rainstorm is coming... Demons from other places have already entered the Southern Wilderness, and more powerful forces will soon join in.

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Deep in the Southern Wilderness.

A thousand-foot-high mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.

The old tortoise, carrying a precious fish, went up the mountain to visit his friend and called out:

"White pole!"

A red fox was over three meters tall, with a pointed mouth and a thin face. It wore a white robe and had a tall figure but an extremely thin waist, as if it could be held in one hand. White mist covered its feet, and it had an aura like that of an immortal or a demon.

Refining a treasure.

"Cang! Cang!"

Three slender red fox tails danced, each rolling a sledgehammer, smashing a piece of strange metal that shone brilliantly. The sound was like thunder, shaking the earth and the sky, and sparks splashed dozens of feet high like a waterfall.

"Old turtle, what's the matter?"

The three-tailed fox put down the sledgehammer, supported the ground with its tail, and floated in the air towards the old turtle. He held a seal pen for carving runes in his hand, and looked down at the old turtle with his narrow eyes.

"Help me refine the weapon..."

The old tortoise explained his intentions. The three-tailed fox listened for a moment, then shook his head and said,
"The ancient artifacts of the Mountain King, the Six-Tusk White Elephant, and others have all been melted down. I do have some free time... But you look down on me, old turtle. I forge Noble Phantasms for humans. I will not do such a thing as betraying ghosts."

Humans and ghosts are natural enemies, with a deep blood feud. As long as ghosts take a step out of the Southern Wilderness, they will be ruthlessly strangled by those who practice Qi.

Some ghosts and monsters like to eat humans and kill them, but human Qi practitioners go even further and treat all ghosts and monsters as materials for cultivation.

The three-tailed fox has always hated humans... Fox fur is precious, and too many foxes die at the hands of humans.

"This person is different."

The old turtle's eyes rolled, and he lowered his voice mysteriously, saying, "There's a special relationship between him and the Mountain Ghost Queen. The little guy has been into the mausoleum, and she gave him the jade token of her identity..."

"Mountain ghost? She's woken up."

The three-tailed red fox was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a long while. Then, with its pointed beak slightly opened, it said in a calm voice, "It's okay to make an exception this time... Tell him to come find me when he has time!"

Obviously, he has a relatively flexible bottom line...

The old turtle nodded in satisfaction, then looked around, his eyes sparkling as he asked, "Where's your newly brewed fairy pear wine? I know your pear orchard is ripe with fruit recently, a bountiful harvest only seen once every ten years. You must give me some this time..."

The three-tailed red fox is good at refining weapons and is a wealthy man in the Southern Wilderness, but almost all of his hard-earned wealth is invested in the opera house.

Otherwise, which big ghost has such astonishing strength to plant and cultivate dozens of precious trees on land?

The three-tailed red fox said generously: "I've been busy recently, so I captured a group of ferocious and unruly mandrills to help guard the winemaking. I'll bring them back in a couple of days and ask Bai Zi to give you a pound."

"Little Fox is a kind and filial child who knows how to repay kindness. He is as generous as you. Why didn't you see him today?"

"Maybe he went out to play with his friends..."

The three-tailed red fox answered casually, looking kind.

(End of this chapter)