The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 135 The Precious Arrow

As soon as the man finished speaking, the soldiers around him seemed not to hear his shout. Their eyes remained bloodshot, and they fired arrows and raised their swords.

"I said stop!"

The man stepped forward and pushed aside his brother, but suddenly felt his body stiffen, as if he had been drenched in river water, the chill penetrating to his bones.

His vision blurred and his consciousness was rapidly fading. He shook his head violently, forcing himself to wake up. When he looked up again, the young man in front of him was standing there, ignoring the attacks coming from all around, and only concerned with stuffing something into his arms.

Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be nothing more than some kind of tufts of green silk or fur.

"What time is it? Why are you still concerned about these material possessions!" He glared angrily, but he could understand this behavior. They were all children from poor families, so naturally they valued wealth more than their lives and were not even afraid of death.

die?

He seemed to suddenly understand something, his heart tightened, and without thinking, he rushed forward, grabbed the young man's collar, and with all his might, threw him upwards.

The fox slithered around, concealing itself as it picked up one item after another, gathering all the discarded items back into its bosom.

The fox breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a tremendous force in its arms. The broken arrow flashed with light and pulled it upwards.

A faint voice drifted into my ears: "You are one of the people of my Great Xuan—"

The fox transformed into a fleeting shadow, passing through the ship and the skeletons. The scene before it shrank rapidly, and the sound of flowing water rushed past its ears. Suddenly, the fox heard Hu Nianshuang's call coming from above.

"Brother, where are you?"

With the demon core in her mouth, Hu Nianshuang anxiously called down. At first, she just waited on the ground, but after a while, the ground suddenly started to shake violently, and icy water gushed out from underground. Her heart tightened, and she hurriedly went down to look for the fox.

But her magical powers were weak, so she could only try her best to dive deeper, and since she couldn't see through the current, she could only call out loudly.

"Don't worry, that fox is always causing trouble and has an excellent ability to create problems. It's bound to be a menace that lives for a thousand years."

The red fish swam back and forth around Hu Nianshuang, controlling the water flow to protect the two of them, and answered distractedly.

It rushed over after its fish tank was flooded.

"The underwater aura is so strong, and my brother hasn't come out yet. I'm really worried about him—"

"That vixen is cunning; she only makes others suffer. Even if she has 100,000 ghost soldiers under her, she can still outmaneuver them. Why are you worrying about it?"

"Besides, isn't it an official of the underworld? Even if it dies, it can continue to wreak havoc on the human world."

The red fish continued to dive, and the water around it became increasingly turbulent, separating the waters where the yin energy was stronger, and then pushing Hu Nianshuang away as well.

"The water is filled with yin energy, and your injuries are not yet healed, so do not go any deeper."

"You land fox, do you think you know more about water than me? I can swim ten miles in a single breath! Hurry up and go up, I'm going to find it." The red fish gurgled and was about to explore deeper when it suddenly felt something rushing up from below.

Before it could even see clearly, it felt its body being wrapped around a wet tail, and it was pulled up, fish and all.

"Thump!" 6

The fox rammed its head through the soil and gently placed Hu Nian Shuang on its red tail in a spot that was not yet submerged. Then, with a flick of its other tail, it slammed the red fish onto the water's surface.

"Who did you say died?"

The red fish was thrown around in a daze. Before it could recover, the fox quickly used its breath control to wipe away the water from its body, so it was no longer wet, with only its tail still wet.

Just now in the water, when it squeezed out every bit of its magical power to resist the Yin energy, it dissipated the protective water film, leaving only a breath of life.

Just as the red fish came to its senses and poked its head out to say something, it saw the fox place its tail in front of it, shaking its fur and splashing water droplets all over its face.

"You little fox!"

The fox looked around. The water was already half a person deep, and half of the village was submerged. Some pots, pans and other miscellaneous items floated on the surface of the water. The fox picked up a pot, filled it with water, used its Qi-absorbing magic to remove the evil spirits from the water, and then used its wet tail to place the red fish in the pot.

Only after doing all this did the fox have time to look at the arrow in its hand.

The broken shaft of the arrow had been restored to its original state, its surface as black as ink, faintly exuding a mystical aura. The fox's token was embedded in the tip of the arrow. The fox turned it over to examine it closely, finally able to read all the inscriptions on the shaft.

Xiao Gu, Commandant of the Left Battalion of the Central Army.

The fox memorized the name, intending to ask someone about it later, and then looked at it over and over again.

It could sense Xiao Gu's will within the arrow, not a conscious mind, but a lingering resentment. The fox recalled the scene it had imagined, and a slight guess formed in its mind.

It looked around and chose a wooden basin ten feet away, then casually threw out the arrow.

"Shoo-One"

The wooden basin was instantly pierced, leaving a bowl-sized gash in the center, and sank into the water. The fox's eyes lit up, and it was about to retrieve the arrow itself when it flew back into its paw.

"Fun!"

The fox turned its head and forgot the danger it had just faced. It threw its arrows with great joy, piercing through anything, whether wood or stone, and was invincible.

Hu Nianshuang felt relieved and watched the fox play, but Hongyu's heart sank when she saw the fox's gaze fall on the pot beneath it.

"What are you looking at? I'm wounded!" the red fish grumbled. "If you dare use me to test your arrows, that's taking advantage of my vulnerability, like putting an arrow in a pot—it's utterly depraved!"

"Besides, this pot is what the villagers use to eat!"

Upon hearing the last sentence, the fox sighed regretfully and turned its gaze to the antique shop.

In front of a stick of incense.

Ah Sheng bent over the table and took out a piece of paper with a slightly different color from the box. This was made by his master after soaking it in a special juice, drying it, and pressing it repeatedly. Because the production process was complicated, and his master mostly made weapons, there was only one of these papers.

He stared at the mountains and rivers in the original painting, carefully putting pen to paper, changing the gentle slopes on the mountains into cliffs, and extending the solitary mountain peaks.

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He was so engrossed in his painting that he was completely unaware that the ground beneath his feet was becoming wet and that water was quietly seeping up.

Ah Sheng had been drawing for a while, and the scene in the painting was about half finished. He looked up with satisfaction, and was about to move away to observe it more closely when suddenly his foot slipped, and he bumped into the table, knocking the painting paper off.

"Oh no, where did this water come from!"

"My paintings, my money, my land, my wife!"

Ah Sheng plopped down in the water, watching in despair as the drawing paper fell into the water, his heart instantly soaked along with it.

He scrambled forward, pulled the painting out, and held it up under the lamp to examine it closely.

"what?"

Large blank spaces in the painting spontaneously seep ink, as if an invisible brush is freely scribbling on the paper, outlining burning fire ships and painting a flaming warship.

A man with an indistinct face holding a gun stood at the stern of the ship, seemingly observing, while in front of him were countless soldiers charging and fighting with the enemy.

For some reason, the soldiers' faces were surprisingly clear; every feature, even the childishness on their faces, was clearly visible.