The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 133 Dig a Hole Before Facing Questions

A cold wind blew, making the door swing back and forth. Hu Nianshuang was slightly worried and got up to look, but the figure of the young man in blue had disappeared without a trace.

Startled, she took a few more steps and saw a red dumpling squatting on the ground in the distance, half of its body already submerged in the soil.

The fox is getting stronger and stronger. With its two paws moving in turn, it digs a deep pit in an instant. The surface soil is swept away like a whirlwind, revealing the bottomless pool of water below.

"elder brother----"

The fox dove down.

The fox had its own ideas. Rather than listening to Master Ah Sheng's ramblings or asking around in the village, it would be better to dig down underground and take a look, and then it would know everything.

Regardless of what's strange about Guancun, the root of the anomaly must lie in that dark mass underground.

The fox took a deep breath, activated the Breath Locking and Water Avoidance Technique, and simultaneously used its Qi Gathering to dispel the surrounding Yin energy before swimming downstream.

The water was pitch black. The fox focused its magic on its eyes and stared intently. The water seemed to cover the entire village, with the houses separated from the water by only a thin layer of mud, as if they were floating on the water.

The deeper it went, the colder it became. The yin energy mixed in with the water had almost condensed into liquid. After swimming for a while, the fox suddenly felt the water flow under its paws slow down. Looking down, it saw a barrier that seemed like a membrane about three zhang away from it.

After a moment's thought, the fox charged straight down.

To the fox's surprise, it wasn't a seal at all, but rather some kind of naturally formed wonder. The fox stumbled into it and looked around.

There was no silt or sand, only a quiet bay. The water didn't smell of decay; instead, it had a refreshing scent that even a fox couldn't quite describe.

The scenes depicted in the paintings were vividly presented to the fox.

Countless multi-storied ships floated on the water, slightly different from those depicted in the scroll. Although most of the ships were hit by a dense barrage of arrows, their hulls were still relatively intact, though their color was black, as if they had been burned. The smaller ships remained in the positions they had been in during the collision, some even embedded in the hulls of the multi-storied ships.

Layers upon layers of iron armor were scattered throughout the ship's hold, and the corpses huddled within them had already turned to bones.

The fox walked through some miscellaneous objects floating around it, such as pottery bowls and bronze gongs, and curiously approached to take a closer look. Although the bones had been invaded by yin energy, they were as clear and lustrous as jade.

Moreover, most of those objects were brand new, as if they had never been weathered by time, with only a small portion decaying into mud.

After a moment's deliberation, the fox cautiously swam toward the largest ship. The Yin energy here had solidified into a tangible form, and the fox could only barely avoid being corrupted by using the Six Qi Technique to resist it.

Unlike Tao County, the fox at this time did not possess the divine power that the Peach God had bestowed upon it over the past hundred years.

There were even more corpses on the ship, and the armor left behind was of two different styles, mixed together. The fox looked up and suddenly saw a more exquisitely designed piece of armor above, with an arrow with its shaft broken in half stuck in its eye socket.

A line of small characters is faintly engraved on the arrow shaft, and it is still clearly visible after more than two hundred years.

The fox read from right to left: "Commander of the Left Battalion of the Central Army, Xiao ————".

The invisible sound of waves and shouts of killing seemed to come from nowhere, all drilling into the fox's ears. The surrounding water seemed to boil, and the evil energy surged.

The arrow shaft glowed faintly, and the fox's eyes went dark.

Blood-red water flowed down from upstream, crashing against the hull and creating a whirlpool that flipped the floating corpse over, revealing a tender face.

A man in iron armor stood at the bow of the ship, staring blankly. He remembered this face, but had no time to collect the body of his fallen comrade.

The battle ahead continued, with firelight illuminating the horizon. A distant warship, like a mountain, pressed down, crushing the rebel army that stood in its way, leaving only a few broken planks and unrecognizable remains.

The man watched coldly for a while, then flicked his spear and pulled a flag, now only half-finished, from the water. He held the flag in his hand, wrung out the water, and casually draped it over his shoulder.

"Captain, watch out!"

This tributary wasn't very wide, and many more large ships were stuck in the waterway. The ballistae on the ships fired in unison, piercing through the small boats that rushed up. One crossbow bolt flew straight over, almost grazing the man. The strong wind pressure made the boat rock, causing his men who wanted to come to his aid to shrink back, but the man didn't move an inch.

"Brothers of the Left Camp!" the man suddenly spoke, jumped back into the boat, and lifted the cover to reveal the oil and sulfur inside.

"See that biggest one?"

"Captain, the warship is too tall; even if the fire ship collides with it, it won't burn—"

"Bullshit! Any ship can be burned. That's the dog general's ship; burn it, and those dog soldiers are finished!" The man grinned. "Brother's plan worked! He actually dared to charge over here himself!"

"Think of your parents and children. If we lose this battle, these dog soldiers will leave no one alive once they cross the Lanjiang River!"

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"Remove your armor!"

The men removed their heavy armor to lighten the load on the ships, and several soldiers stood at the bow with shields in hand. With the sound of oars, the ships suddenly surged forward.

"Left Battalion, charge with me!"

The ballista turned and cut the foremost boat in half. The men on board sank into the river before they could even utter a cry.

The man didn't look away, but simply gave the order again.

The fox stood on the warship, watching the general beside him give orders, but to no avail. Not far from the warship, the rebels set their ships ablaze, charging forward alongside the burning vessel.

The man took the lead and jumped onto the enemy ship. The rebel army and the government troops fought each other, their blood mingling and becoming inseparable.

The sounds of fighting continued unabated. The man looked around and saw that more than half of the brothers he had brought had been lost. The enemy was still attacking in droves. Half of the ship's pillars were submerged in fire, and the hull above could not bear the weight and collapsed with a crash.

The man looked up and saw the figure standing at the highest point of the ship, surrounded by his personal guards.

"Third brother, give me the bow!"

"Damn it, everyone come and cover the captain!"

The other brothers fought desperately to hold off the enemy, but the man paid no heed to the fierce battle around him. He simply took a deep breath and nocked an arrow.

He only has one chance.

The fox stared intently; it had traveled back two hundred years and already knew the fate of this arrow.

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, everything fell silent. The fox could no longer hear the sounds of fighting and screaming, the roars and cries; all it could hear was the trembling of the bowstring.

"The captain hit the target! He hit the target!"

"The boat is sinking! Jump into the river!"

"General! General!"

The enemy, realizing what was happening, unleashed a volley of fire. The man's vision went black, and he closed his eyes with a smile and a hint of regret.

It should be so.

In the instant before he closed his eyes, he suddenly saw a red fox beside the enemy general.

Strength suddenly surged forth, flowing through every inch of his body, and anger rushed to his head: "Indeed, a monstrous demon is wreaking havoc on the dynasty!"