You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

One day, Qi Fei suddenly felt that something was wrong.

That morning, he came back from his walk and sensed something was wrong.

At this time of day, the kitchen would usually be filled with the sounds of pots and pans clattering, and the maids would be moving about quietly in the corridor, gossiping in hushed tones.

The front yard should be filled with the sounds of farmhands harnessing their carts, and the back yard with the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs. The mansion, with its dozens of inhabitants, is bustling with activity from morning till night.

But now, there is no sound at all.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Not even a bird chirped. A flock of sparrows used to perch on the jujube tree in the yard, chirping noisily every day at dawn, but today not a single one was to be heard.

The silence wasn't ordinary silence; it was as if something had swallowed all sound, and even the air had become thick and heavy, pressing down on the chest and making it hard to breathe.

Qi Fei slowly pushed open his front door. An inexplicable unease and sense of foreboding pierced his heart like a needle, causing a dull ache.

He walked into the front yard.

The teacups from last night were still on the stone table in the courtyard. The tea had gone cold, and a few tea leaves had sunk to the bottom of the cups, like drowned insects.

He passed through the moon gate and entered the central courtyard.

The smell of blood came on suddenly.

It wasn't the kind of surging smell you could detect, but rather like an invisible wall crashing into him, causing him to stumble. The odor was strong, sweet and pungent, with a rusty chill, like a shadow enveloping him, omnipresent and all-pervasive.

He suddenly pushed open a door next to him.

Blood!

Blood was everywhere!

They're on the walls, on the floor, on the table legs, and on the door frames.

The bloodstains were still wet, gleaming a dark red in the morning light. Some had already seeped under the threshold, spreading along the cracks in the brickwork like an open net.

His old servant, whom he had served for many years, lay curled up by the threshold, a large gash torn in his throat, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, as if he had seen something unbelievable before he died.

Qi Fei's face turned deathly pale!

He turned around, stumbled through the corridor, and pushed open door after door.

Behind every door, the scene is the same.

Bloodstains, corpses, broken objects, overturned tables and chairs.

In the maids' room, two young maids lay sprawled on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

In the side room where the farmhands lived, several people were piled up together, as if they were trying to run towards the door before they died.

In the kitchen, the stove was overturned, pots and pans were broken all over the floor, and blood and vegetable leaves were mixed together, making it impossible to tell which was which.

His grandson!

His granddaughter!

Several children he had watched grow up, who would call him "Grandpa" and ask for lucky money during the Lunar New Year, lay in a pool of blood, their small bodies curled up, their faces still showing terror.

Qi Fei's legs could no longer support him. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, and his vision blurred in waves.

who is it?

who did it?

What about his son?

What about his daughter?

And... what about his wife?

He suddenly sat up straight, panting heavily, and staggered towards the backyard.

He was old and his legs were not strong enough; in his haste, he even tripped and fell.

He fell hard, almost unable to get up, but he gritted his teeth and got up anyway.

Every step hurt, but he couldn't care less about the pain. He dared not stop, nor could he stop.

He ran through the garden, around the rockery, stepping on the sticky, unidentifiable stuff on the stone path, and towards the backyard.

The moon gate in the backyard was still there, and the wisteria on it was just as it had been yesterday, but in his eyes, that gate looked like a man-eating mouth, dark and waiting for him to walk in.

He heard the sound.

It was coming from their bedroom.

The sound of tearing. The sound of chewing. The sound of bones breaking. The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a dull knife, slowly ripping into his heart.

He stood outside the door, his hands pressed against the door panel, his whole body trembling.

A terrible thought arose from the depths of his mind, coiling around his throat like a venomous snake.

No... impossible...

He suddenly pushed the door open.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, spilling across the messy floor.

His son lay on the ground with a large hole ripped out of his chest!

His daughter was curled up in the corner, her throat bitten through, and blood was still gushing out!

On the kang (a heated brick bed), something was facing away from him, lying on his granddaughter's body, tearing at something.

The creature was half-human and half-fox, with a slender body, but its limbs were bent like those of a wild beast, and its fingers had turned into sharp claws, covered in blood.

It is half white and half red.

The red wasn't the red of fur, but the red of blood, layered on its body, dripping down its fur, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

Hearing the noise, it slowly turned around.

Blood was still visible on his face, and his mouth was stretched to his ears, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.

But those eyebrows, those contours, those slightly upturned eyes—that's what made him recognize them!

It's his wife!

"My husband."

She smiled, her voice still the same, soft and gentle, as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"Thank you for helping me in my spiritual practice over the years."

She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, a gesture that was both alluring and cruel.

"My husband, how much I love you! Every day, every year, I love you so much. I want to kill you, I want to kill you so badly!"

She stood up, her bare feet treading on the pool of blood, and walked towards him step by step.

"Just kill you, kill my beloved husband!"

"My Extreme Fox Dao has now been perfected."

In her eyes as she looked at Qi Fei, there was love, greed, tenderness, and murderous intent! Reflected in her amber pupils was an old man with white hair, a wrinkled face, and fear!

That's Qi Fei!

What Qi Fei was unaware of was that his wife was a cultivator.

The path she cultivates is the Extreme Fox Path.

To love someone is to kill them, to prove one's worth in one act.

This could also be described as "killing her husband to prove her enlightenment!"

She loved Qi Fei, their children, and their grandchildren, so she had to kill him even more!

Only by killing the one she loves can she prove that the path in her heart is indestructible!

"My husband, die!"

The white fox's sharp claws, carrying a stench, reached straight for Qi Fei's chest. Bits of flesh still clung to its five claws, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Qi Fei was suddenly startled.

Then, he woke up.

Before me was still that small mud-brick house, the kang (heated brick bed) was warm, and the embers in the stove cast flickering light on the walls.

He was covered in cold sweat. His back was pressed against the kang mat, wet and sticky, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He slowly turned his head.

The white fox was sleeping next to him.

It curled up in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), its head buried in its tail, a fluffy ball that rose and fell gently with its breath.

Qi Fei stared at it for a long time.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his chest. His clothes were intact, his skin was intact, there were no wounds, no blood. His heart was still beating fast, but it was slowly calming down.

It turns out that everything just now was a dream.