Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Hearing Dongfang Qinlan's remark, Dongfang Huaizhu rolled her eyes in annoyance; she was the one who enjoyed the meal the most.

A white angelica stands tall on the cold bank, a heron perches, and a gentle breeze ripples the waves. A misty haze hangs in the air, the sun lingers, and the fragrance of hibiscus attracts fishing lines. After a period of rest, Yang Ping'an took the Dongfang Huaizhu sisters on a boat trip on the Huai River, fishing leisurely for an afternoon.

The autumn waters reflect the setting sun, its light fading into the distant mountains. Time flies, and before long, the sun sets and the moon rises. Yang Ping'an and his two companions, carrying a bountiful catch, set up a large pot, and served steaming, tender, and fragrant fish soup in bowls and plates.

Yang Ping'an picked up the bowl and took a comfortable sip of the hot soup. The fish soup was white as milk, and the taste was unforgettable as soon as it entered his throat and his tongue licked his lips.

After Yang Ping'an finished the fish soup, he lit a bonfire, and the three of them sat down around it. The scorching flames dispelled the chill of the autumn night.

Dongfang Qinlan held a grilled fish in each hand, enjoying the golden and crispy fish immensely, completely unconcerned about the oil stains on her fingers.

"Brother-in-law, are you coming to stay at my house tonight?" Dongfang Qinlan asked indistinctly as she chewed on the grilled fish, her mouth bulging.

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Huaizhu glared at Dongfang Qinlan with embarrassment and anger, but refrained from arguing with her because of her young age.

"Hehe, I won't be able to stay overnight at Shenhuoshan Manor anytime soon," Yang Ping'an replied with a smile, because he and Dongfang Huaizhu were already engaged, and according to traditional customs, the two parties could not meet before the wedding.

"Oh, that's such a pity! My sister has recently learned how to make several kinds of pastries, but it's a shame my brother-in-law won't be able to taste them," Dongfang Qinlan said vaguely as she continued to nibble on the grilled fish in her hand.

"Qin Lan, enjoy your grilled fish!" Dongfang Huaizhu blushed and picked up a grilled fish, stuffing it into Dongfang Qin Lan's mouth.

"Aww~" Dongfang Qinlan's eyes widened as she looked at the grilled fish in her hands, tasted the grilled fish in her mouth, hesitated for three seconds, and then decisively swallowed the grilled fish in front of her mouth in one gulp.

Dongfang Huaizhu used a grilled fish to shut Dongfang Qinlan up, then took out a key and handed it to Yang Ping'an beside her.

"Brother Yang, here's the key to the bamboo house. You can stay here for the night," Dongfang Huaizhu said gracefully, though her bright red ears betrayed her shyness.

Bathed in the moonlight and firelight, Dongfang Huaizhu's face appeared even more radiant, like a fairy descended from the moon. Yang Ping'an took the key, staring blankly at it in his hand; this was the first time in his life he had ever received a girl's key.

"I clean the bamboo house regularly, and I have all the daily necessities I need," Dongfang Huaizhu hurriedly explained when she saw that Yang Ping'an didn't react, thinking that he was worried about his living conditions.

"I'll take it! I'll rest here tonight." Yang Ping'an looked at Dongfang Huaizhu's anxious explanation and happily decided on his accommodation for the night.

"Yes. Brother Yang, you can come often when you have time," Dongfang Huaizhu said softly, her face flushed.

Yang Ping'an returned a bright smile. As soon as Dongfang Huaizhu's eyes met Yang Ping'an's burning gaze, she turned her head away guiltily and carefully dealt with the grilled fish in her hands.

"Oh, look at my memory, I almost forgot about this." Yang Ping'an held the key, then suddenly remembered the task assigned by Grandpa Yang. "Huaizhu, I still need your help to deliver it to Uncle Dongfang."

Dongfang Huaizhu took the jade slip handed to her by Yang Ping'an and played with it curiously.

"Brother Yang, what information is recorded in this jade slip?" Dongfang Huaizhu asked curiously.

"Oh, it's just some information about things inside and outside the industry. You'll see when you take a look," Yang Ping'an said casually, putting away the keys and taking a bite of grilled fish.

Ever since she saw that golden figure at a Blue Sky Conference a few years ago, she has been very curious about it. Although she rarely participated in the masked gang's activities afterward, she has kept an eye on it and wanted to understand that circle.

"May I see it?" When Dongfang Huaizhu heard that it was information about that circle, her heart felt like a mischievous kitten, but she still asked Yang Ping'an for his opinion.

"It's alright, as long as we don't tell anyone," Yang Ping'an waved his hand casually.

Soon this information will be an open secret among the high-ranking members of the Qi Dao Alliance families, and it won't matter if a few more people know it. Besides, he was the one who provided this information, so Yang Ping'an will naturally satisfy his fiancée's curiosity.

Dongfang Huaizhu pressed the jade slip to her forehead, receiving a series of messages. Her expression changed constantly: confusion, realization, shock, astonishment, before finally returning to calm.

"Phew, so that's the truth." Dongfang Huaizhu sighed softly, reflecting thoughtfully.

"Sister, let me see." Dongfang Qinlan couldn't contain her curiosity when she saw her sister's expressive face.

Dongfang Huaizhu looked at Yang Ping'an, who continued eating his grilled fish, nodding without interrupting his meal.

Dongfang Qinlan lit up her hands with divine fire, cleaned the oil stains from her fingers, and then took the jade slip, eagerly placing it between her eyebrows.

Soon, Dongfang Qinlan disappointedly removed the jade slip and returned it to Dongfang Huaizhu.

"I thought there was something delicious to eat." Dongfang Qinlan didn't care about information inside or outside the circle. In her opinion, it was more worthwhile to eat a grilled fish than to look at such information.

Dongfang Qinlan once again joined the ranks of those devouring the grilled fish, working together with Yang Ping'an to enjoy the delicious grilled fish.

Dongfang Huaizhu put away the jade slip, a helpless smile appearing on her face. She was at her wit's end with her foodie sister; the information that outsiders were eager for was discarded by her like worn-out shoes.

Dongfang Huaizhu put aside these thoughts and joined Yang Ping'an and the other man in their enthusiastic rice-making endeavor.

"Mmm, delicious!" Dongfang Qinlan said lazily as she finished the last grilled fish and drank a big bowl of fish soup.

"Brother Yang, Qin Lan and I will head back now." After resting for a while, Dongfang Huaizhu, along with Dongfang Qin Lan, said goodbye to Yang Ping'an.

"Take care and be careful." Yang Ping'an escorted the two sisters to the edge of the bamboo forest and watched them return to Shenhuo Mountain Manor.

……

Shenhuoshan Manor, the residence of Dongfang Guyue, was brightly lit.

"These young people are truly remarkable!" Dongfang Guyue exclaimed, handing over the jade slip in his hand. Some information, if one's cultivation level hadn't reached a certain point, would remain forever unknown.

Within the circle, breaking through to a realm above the Demon Emperor is not allowed. Just based on this information, no Demon Emperor has ever revealed any related information.

"That must be the aura of a Demon Emperor at the pinnacle!" Dongfang Guyue thought of the aura that Yang Ping'an had unleashed earlier, which was indeed more powerful than the aura of the Southern Kingdom Demon Emperor.

Although this intelligence has not been verified, and it is unknown whether other forces believe it or not, Dongfang Guyue has already silently believed this intelligence after feeling Yang Ping'an's aura as deep as a mountain.

Having spent so many years with Old Master Yang, Dongfang Guyue knew him very well. He knew that his old friend would never have access to such information, so the source of this intelligence was self-evident.

"Heh, they still succumb to my daughter's charms." Dongfang Guyue glanced at the dignified Dongfang Huaizhu beside her, feeling quite smug.

I like the myth of Da Luo, which started with the fox spirit.