Becoming a god starting from the weasel

Sniffing the bloodstains in the air, Chen Yang's gaze tentatively landed on the grass between the fences.

The grass was now covered with a thin layer of snow. He cautiously approached and saw that the long haystacks were undulating rhythmically, and he could hear heavy, rapid breathing.

Why does that voice sound so familiar?

With a gentle sniff, the pungent smell of blood is mixed with a delicate, sweet, and clean fragrance of a young girl.

As if he had just thought of something, Chen Yang quickly parted the haystack and saw a round red fox lying in the hay with a waist as thick as a gas cylinder and a small sachet embroidered with the character "玥" hanging around its neck.

Fortunately, it had no wounds on its body; the blood was all coughed up from its mouth. The more this was the case, the more troublesome it became, since no one knew what kind of injury it had suffered.

Despite his enormous weight, Chen Yang still recognized him; it was none other than Hu Daoming.

Seeing Hu Daoming's miserable state, Chen Yang was filled with confusion.

Just over two weeks ago, Niu Shan was saying that this kid was enjoying a life of luxury in Huangjia Village at the foot of the mountain. How did things turn out like this?

Just as Chen Yang was pondering, the little red fox coughed again and spat out another mouthful of blood.

It has now fainted and is only driven by instinct; it is clearly in grave danger if left unattended.

Without thinking any further, Chen Yang quickly carried Hu Daoming back home.

As soon as he brought the fox back to the Taoist temple, before he could even start a fire, Chen Yang reached into the fox's body and began to examine it with a wisp of spiritual energy.

During this period, he studied the medical section of miscellaneous books and catalogs, but most of them were about human treatment methods and did not mention demons. He could only try his best to read them.

After some investigation, Chen Yang got a general idea of ​​what was going on and slowly opened his eyes.

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He glanced at the little red fox lying unconscious on the bed, its tongue lolling out. Fortunately, its injuries weren't serious; its internal organs were slightly displaced, its meridians were damaged, and its dantian was almost completely destroyed. Its original cultivation had also dissipated.

However, he just transferred a wisp of spiritual energy over there, so he should feel better.

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief and filled a bucket with water to wipe away the bloodstains inside the temple.

After finishing, I checked the time and it was already afternoon. Fine snowflakes were falling from the sky again, so I couldn't go to the mountain stream to dig mud anymore.

Chen Yang went to the chicken coop and picked up two fresh eggs, fed them to the two chickens, and then went into the kitchen.

Beat the eggs, mix them with coarse salt from the mountains and fresh wild vegetables, and simmer them into a warm soup. Then, put the soup into a bamboo tube to keep it warm.

Then he moved the charcoal fire to the bottom of the kang (a heated brick bed) to slowly warm the bed before bending down to prepare to feed the unconscious red fox cub vegetable soup.

Seeing the little red fox unconscious, Chen Yang said to it in an annoyed tone.

"Luckily you weren't like this at the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't have needed to save you six months ago, I could have just dug your grave."

Chen Yang fed the last mouthful of vegetable soup to the little red fox before leaving.

At this moment, although it has not yet snowed in Huangjia Village, the rain is freezing cold.

Inside the study of the landlord Huang's house, the landlord Huang, who had already put on a padded jacket, looked somewhat guilty at a tall man in the room who was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and had a broad back and a thick waist. The two even looked somewhat alike.

Suppressing his unease, Landlord Huang asked.

"Second brother, is the fox spirit really alright?"

Huang Yong curled his lips into a disdainful sneer, his tone arrogant.

"Of course! In my opinion, that so-called fox spirit is nothing but a piece of trash!"

"I have already condensed my Qi and blood, so I am at least a proper martial artist."

"If that fox really had any skills, it would have attacked me at noon. Why are we still at peace now?"

Hearing this, Landlord Huang was completely relieved and nodded repeatedly.

"That's good, that's good."

Huang Yong looked at his father, a hint of expectation in his eyes, and tentatively asked.

"Father, is it true that the sickly man from the Li family is going to marry my younger sister?"

Landlord Huang stroked his beard, a smug smile on his face.

"Of course, the Li family may only live in Black Wind Town, but their connections extend all the way to the county level."

"After your younger sister marries into the Li family, you and your older brother will both be able to get jobs in the county!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yong's eyes instantly lit up with wild joy: "Father is indeed wise."

Seeing his son's ecstatic expression, a hint of worry still lingered between the brows of the landlord Huang.

Huang Yong saw through his father's thoughts at a glance and calmly comforted him.

"Father, don't worry. Once my elder brother and I have established ourselves in the county town, and my elder brother passes the imperial examination and becomes a scholar, we can move to the county together."

"In this county town, he has the fox spirit, but we have the City God! Do you think we can run wild under the City God's feet?"

Huang Yong then showered his father with compliments, stating that he would be the greatest contributor to the revitalization of the Huang family.

The landlord, Huang, was overjoyed. He kept stroking his beard, and the fat on his face trembled slightly with his smile.

As the father and son were plotting their scheme, a servant's respectful announcement came from outside the door: "Welcome, Third Miss."

Upon hearing of Huang Yue's arrival, the father and son exchanged a glance and immediately fell silent, tacitly refraining from saying anything.

The door was gently pushed open, and Huang Yue strode into the study, her pretty face full of anxiety and panic. She immediately asked a question.

"Dad, have you seen Xiaoming?"

Landlord Huang stood up and replied with a forced smile.

"The fox spirit told us early this morning that the drought is over and it's time to go back to the mountain."

Huang Yue immediately shook her head, her eyes filled with disbelief, and her eyes slightly reddened.

"Didn't Xiaoming say he'd always stay with me?"

She wanted to press for an explanation, but was sternly interrupted by Landlord Huang.

"We have already arranged a marriage with the Li family, and you will be married in three days. Don't think about these things anymore. Yong'er, take your sister away."

Huang Yong bowed and accepted the order: "Yes, Father!"

After saying this, he half-coaxed and half-persuaded, and then forcefully led the reluctant Huang Yue out of the study.

The night was long, and Huang Yue lay in bed, unable to sleep.

She clutched the small sachet embroidered with her name tightly in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly as she murmured to herself.

"Xiaoming, where did you go?"

Night fell, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the heavy snow in the mountains never stopped.

Chen Yang sat alone on the eaves of the Taoist temple, his body covered in a layer of white snow, yet he was completely unaware of it. He focused on absorbing the moonlight from the night sky and cultivating in peace. The wind and snow outside could not disturb his mind in the slightest.

The moonlight slowly shifted, and the cool moonlight shone through the window, falling on the little red fox's face in the bedroom.

While unconscious, Hu Daoming was trapped in a dreamlike state of memory.

In a daze, Hu Daoming seemed to return to this morning: the door was kicked open by a masked thug, and even though he was masked, he recognized him as Xiao Yue'er's second brother.

He tried to run, but Huang Yong, who was blocking the doorway, kicked him, causing a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen. He managed to escape after several attempts to hide, and ran all the way back to his elder brother's temple, but coughed up blood along the way and finally collapsed at the doorway.

Just as he was thinking that he was going to die, he suddenly woke up in bed with a start.

Although it was late at night, he could clearly see where he was by the moonlight, just like when he was first rescued.

The little red fox pushed open the gate, and unlike before, there was no aroma of braised chicken inside the Taoist temple.

Under the moon and amidst the snow, a yellow-skinned Taoist priest was gazing at the moon and cultivating his inner energy. Even though his entire body was covered in snow, he remained focused and undistracted.

This reminded the little red fox of himself: for months, he had been playing during the day and sleeping at night, when had he ever practiced diligently every day?

My elder brother's old admonitions have long been forgotten.

If I had practiced diligently, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state today, would I?

Just as the little red fox was feeling sad, a familiar voice came, very calm, without any affection or blame.

"You're awake?"

Upon hearing this, the little red fox quickly looked up and gazed at the eaves. It saw that Chen Yang had stopped cultivating and was sitting on the eaves, calmly watching it.

Fox Daoming lowered his head, the word "Big Brother" swirling in his throat, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Chen Yang jumped down and only went to the kitchen to get two cups of hot tea.

After handing the hot ginger tea to Hu Daoming, Chen Yang sat down with him on a prayer mat at the Sanqing Temple and calmly inquired.

"Have you been practicing these past few months?"

The little red fox, who had just barely managed to sip a mouthful of hot tea with both hands, shook its head in shame.

"I feel ashamed to have failed my elder brother's instructions."

Chen Yang simply smiled faintly: "If you had understood this sooner, I wouldn't have given you this name."

The little red fox, at that moment, seemed to be in a state of confusion, muttering to itself.

"At that time, there was a drought down in the mountains, so I used the methods my elder brother often used to tell them, and I was given the title of 'Fox Fairy,' and then I immersed myself in it..."

At this point, the little red fox couldn't continue.

Chen Yang simply said, "A single thought of indulging in pleasure harms the spirit of a demon, and a human's blessings vanish like smoke."

"This may not be a bad thing for you, but you can never go back to the Huang family."