Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

The next day, Yang Ping'an woke up from his sleep and stretched comfortably.

Last night, Yang Ping'an lay on the bed that Dongfang Huaizhu had made herself, and slept soundly with a pillow that smelled of fresh bamboo. He woke up feeling refreshed.

After washing up and making his bed, Yang Ping'an carefully cleaned the inside and outside of the bamboo house, and then left the bamboo forest after securing the key to the lock in the bamboo house.

Yang Ping'an knew he couldn't stay here long, to avoid those with ulterior motives spreading rumors about Dongfang Huaizhu.

Yang Ping'an left the bamboo forest and went to the town to buy a white horse. He let the horse roam freely, going wherever it took him.

The white horse galloped and then stopped, freed from the reins, and headed southeast along the yellowish-brown road. Yang Ping'an rode backwards, watching the desolate fields gradually disappear from view, the plants withering and flourishing in succession. Occasionally, farmers could be seen tending to newly planted seeds with hoes, their hopes for the coming year.

Yang Ping'an rode his white horse across the plains, over the mountains, and across the rivers, wandering aimlessly. He passed through a small town, dismounted, and led his horse into the town.

"Candied hawthorn berries, buy candied hawthorn berries!"

"Dad, I want this!"

"A century-old shop, don't miss it!"

"Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

The town streets were bustling with activity, filled with vendors, fortune tellers, hawkers, and people soliciting customers—a lively and vibrant scene. Yang Ping'an watched the diverse lives unfolding on the street with great interest; the lively atmosphere of the marketplace dispelled the loneliness of his journey.

Yang Ping'an occasionally used the Swiftness Talisman on his white horse during these days, and in less than three days, he traveled thousands of kilometers to reach this small town. This place was already very close to the territory of the demon race, and if he continued for a few dozen miles, he would be able to see the territory of the Tushan Fox Demons.

Yang Ping'an found the post station and resold the white horse to the station manager. After being bathed in spiritual energy over the past few days, the white horse had become more spirited and sold for a good price.

Walking through the town, Yang Ping'an looked around at its stark contrast to other towns. Under his divine sense, he observed that some of the figures dressed in black robes and hooded garments were demons, and the town's residents seemed to have formed a tacit understanding with them, engaging in their own private transactions.

In this small town, Yang Ping'an even discovered the existence of a Celestial Academy. Rabbit demons, cat demons, chicken demons, spider demons—a dazzling array of female demons—dazzled him. Yang Ping'an's divine sense swept over them, but the gruesome sights made him immediately ignore the place. Yang Ping'an even found a fox demon within the Celestial Academy, though he didn't know if it belonged to the Tushan fox demons.

At a time when the relationship between humans and demons was extremely strained, the Celestial Academy specifically captured weak female demons to serve humans for profit. They did this under the guise of slaying demons and monsters, and far from being condemned, they were quite popular.

Exorcising demons and monsters was the will of the people and the general trend of this era. As for the Heavenly Immortal Academy, a special product of an era of discord between humans and demons, no matter how despicable its true nature was, Yang Ping'an could only silently condemn it. Moreover, the Heavenly Immortal Academy had cleared out some of the demons within human territory, and to a certain extent, prevented human girls from being humiliated.

"Sigh, the world is going to the dogs!" Yang Ping'an sighed, looking at the men rushing to the Celestial Academy.

Yang Pingan bought a donkey meat sandwich, which tasted alright. He ate the sandwich while strolling along the street.

"Hmm, isn't this my little sister?" Yang Ping'an stopped at the street corner and watched the masked girl walk into a restaurant from an empty alley.

Wang Quanzui, wearing a mask that half-covered his face and revealed only his eyes, hurriedly left the restaurant carrying a large basket of food.

Yang Ping'an became interested and quickly finished his donkey meat sandwich, following closely behind Wang Quanzui. Within Yang Ping'an's spiritual sense range, no one could hide their tracks, and no one could escape his pursuit.

Yang Ping'an watched as Wang Quanzui, carrying food, jumped off his flying sword and entered a mountain god temple. Looking at the incongruous temple, Yang Ping'an couldn't suppress his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments). Didn't the Masked Gang ever consider the plausibility of their actions? Did they just create a mountain god temple wherever they went?

"The food is here!" Wang Quanzui placed the food from the bamboo basket on the stone table, calling out to the empty mountain god temple.

"Junior sister, you're making me feel like I don't exist!" As the voice rang out, the mountain god statue transformed into a person wearing a mask and with hedgehog-like hair.

"It's not like this is the first time we've met. Besides, I just went out to buy some food. I don't need to go through the process again, do I?" Wang Quanzui complained as he set out the food.

"And don't call me junior sister, please call me the beautiful Dream Swordswoman." Wang Quanzui finished his work and made a peace sign as he spoke.

"But, junior sister..." Deng Qiyue sat on the steps, wanting to say something.

Eight figures fell from the sky above the mountain god temple, interrupting Deng Qiyue's words.

"Alright, this isn't our first meeting, so there's no need to go through the formalities again," Yang Yitan said, stepping forward to support Wang Quanzui.

"Second Brother, come and try this dish I specially chose!" Wang Quanzui's eyes lit up, and he put his arm around Yang Yitan and walked to the stone table.

"Well, alright then." Deng Qiyue saw Yang Yitan and Wang Quanzui, a handsome couple standing together, and put aside some of his thoughts, saying with a hint of regret.

The other members of the Masked Organization looked at the couple with mostly blessings in their eyes, and sat around the stone table to prepare lunch. Ji Wuji, with his blue hair, patted Deng Qiyue on the shoulder and sat down next to him.

"Eat up, what are you all standing there for? Everyone, eat up!" The easygoing Li Quzhuo picked up his chopsticks and was the first to take a bite of food.

The atmosphere within the Masked Organization became lively, with everyone getting to work and devouring the food laid out on the stone table in a whirlwind. Yang Ping'an watched the scene from afar, and seeing the bustling scene of eating, his stomach, which had just finished a donkey meat sandwich, began to feel a little hungry. He used his supernatural powers to conjure a roast chicken and a cup of milk tea to appease his hunger.

"Second Brother, is the jade slip you gave to Father through my brother real?" After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Wang Quanzui pulled Yang Yitan aside and asked curiously.

"I can guarantee that those records are true." Yang Yi sighed firmly. He and Yang Ping'an grew up together. Although they liked to joke around with each other, their trust was very deep.

"Now that we know the truth about the world, is there still a need for our Masked Organization to exist?" Wang Quanzui believed Yang Yitan's statement; she had also seen the jade slip.

"Ahem, although we know that information, we haven't witnessed it with our own eyes." Wang Quanba coughed twice and continued, "Our Masked Organization's next goal is to verify the authenticity of the information and remove the mask from the world."

"The vast majority of transgender people in this world are kept in the dark. Our Masked Organization wants to show them the real world!"

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