Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Zhao Shanhai hurriedly stood up, and the spiritual body formed by the condensed Yin Qi became even darker and clearer.

In recent months, due to the activities of the mountain shamans, Zhao Shanhai has swallowed many "gentle breezes" that were transformed from the dead villains in the mist.

Yin ghosts can devour other Yin ghosts and become stronger into "evil spirits." Even at the cost of a little bit of rationality, Zhao Shanhai felt like he had made a huge profit.

Chen Ruoan bent her back and stretched her body comfortably.

Since ancient times, defeating the many with the few, the strong with the weak, and killing enemies of higher ranks have always been exhilarating experiences. Moreover, Zhao Shanhai has a blood feud with the "gentlemen" wearing black hats.

"Kill, then kill," the fox replied.

"I, Zhao, am unworthy and have failed to transform my Qi into a gentle breeze and return my soul to heaven and earth. I fear I have failed my master's expectations."

The fox laughed and said, "Don't underestimate yourself. From this day forward, you will be the guardian spirit of this mountain wilderness."

After saying that, Chen Ruoan leaped up, stepping on the light, floating clouds, and left the mountains and fields where spring was about to awaken.

The technique of controlling souls has been lifted.

There was no place for Yin Qi to accumulate, nor any method to bind the spirit, yet Zhao Shanhai's soul and body remained unharmed, showing no signs of dissipation.

Ok?

He carefully sensed that his connection with this world still existed. His soul was hanging next to an incense table, and next to that tablet was another tablet with Chen Ruoan's name written on it.

"master···"

No.

"Thank you, Mr. An."

···

The fox flew across the mountains and came to a mountain valley. It stepped on a few scattered rooftops with its paws, leaped dozens of meters, and then stepped into another house.

The men went hunting in the mountains, leaving only women and girls in the houses.

The fox stood in the courtyard, and sometimes on the wall. Whenever a villager saw it, it would greet him warmly.

Previously, they were all thin and bony, with withered flesh, but now they have gained some real fleshiness. Their cheeks are no longer sunken, their arms have shed their skin and bones, and even their previously wrinkled chests have slightly bulged out. The fox can feel the warmth of living people when it sees them.

"Should we say that Jinbao and I possess extraordinary abilities, or that these people were simply born with exceptional talent?"

Looking at the chest that was showing significant improvement, the fox actually felt a sense of accomplishment.

"You lecherous vixen!"

Zhang Zhiwei's words came out out of nowhere.

糟！

Could it be that the Taoist priest really used the word "lust" to confer my official title back then?

Inside, the fire pit glowed warmly, making everything cozy and cozy. The fox curled up obediently on the girl's lap, its fur gently combed by delicate fingertips. Its fox eyes were half-closed, giving it a lazy and contented look.

The young woman paused, looked up at the woman mending clothes beside her, and asked in confusion, "Mother, so many elders tried everything before but couldn't get the fox spirit any closer, yet he's clearly very kind."

The woman stopped her needlework, her voice tinged with a hint of indulgent reproach: "Silly girl, you have no sense of propriety when you talk. If you keep nagging like that, won't the fox spirit hear everything?"

"Ah! Why is that?" the girl asked the fox directly.

"I'm rebellious," Chen Ruoan replied.

He couldn't explain why, but he felt that the change in the mother and daughter's physique was something he had raised, so what was wrong with enjoying it a little?

The grooming service was in progress when Feng Tianyang barged in.

The little imp stared at the fox in the girl's arms for a long time before asking, "Can I snuggle into her arms too?"

Ok?

The little girl was startled.

"I grew up without a mother. My father raised us by farming in the mountains and fields. He said that my brother and I were born and raised by nature. No one had ever held me like this before, just like a mother."

The fox looked up, and was moved by what it saw.

Poor child.

"Oh dear, poor little Tianyang." The woman put down her needlework and embraced Feng Tianyang.

Just as Chen Ruoan was feeling incredibly touched by this heartwarming scene, the atmosphere suddenly changed. He clearly saw Feng Tianyang bury his face in the woman's chest and rub against her, his lips curving upwards in an uncontrollable smile.

Ok?

That lecherous brat!

When the "Thirty-Six Thieves" swore brotherhood, Granny Yihua said that Feng Tianyang had a philandering look and was a troublesome character. She never expected that he would have the potential to become a lecher since childhood.

Who taught you?

Chen Ruoan transformed into human form, clenched his fist and tapped Feng Tianyang on the head, then walked out of the room amidst the puzzled gazes of the mother and daughter.

Why did you hit me?

"Little brat, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Who taught you this trick at such a young age?"

"Last year, my uncle and aunt climbed over the wall in the middle of the night and did the same thing. I think it must have felt very comfortable for my aunt, otherwise why would my uncle, a grown man, still be breastfeeding like a child?"

Chen Ruoan watched with dead fish eyes as Feng Tianyang kept rubbing his little head.

Wait a minute, won't this ordinary lesson lead to some bad karma?

The fox's golden eyes flashed, revealing the thread of fate.

The red ones are alright.

The prayer tree branches shimmer with spiritual light. The thread of fate nurtured by the wind and sky did not become a separate treasure certificate, but was engraved together with the people of this mountain valley.

Liangshan, the third offering site.

This time, the memorial tablet carries a different meaning. It is not a guardian deity for praying for peace, nor a matchmaker for people, but rather the "God of Spring," the "God of Harvest," and the "Grandpa of Grain."

Fox's business scope is becoming increasingly broad.

Chen Ruoan threw Feng Tianyang back home, then his figure flickered and he transformed back into a fox, heading straight towards the deep mountains.

The forest was silent, and the path was still.

Before they had gone half a mile, the fox's ears suddenly stood straight up, and the tip of its nose twitched slightly.

Several auras, deliberately concealed yet difficult to hide, lingered around them—a group of shamans with ulterior motives.

"The emperor hasn't come, but this dog of a servant has."

The fox's eyes narrowed slightly, its mind brightening as the golden scroll hung high on the branch.

Since it has been given the name "God of Spring," let it be used to develop supernatural powers.

Chen Ruoan secretly made a wish and cultivated the little wood element magic she had obtained to become increasingly mysterious and profound.

"Take this Blue Silver Entanglement move..."

Forget it, bad luck.

"Wood element - Dragon entwined whiskers".

Rumble!

The Liangshan shamans who were secretly following them didn't know what was happening, but they felt the soil under their feet churning, as if something was about to burst out of the ground.

"Something's not right, let's retreat!"

"This is different from the elves we've encountered before!"

The tree roots lying dormant underground grew wildly in response to Chen Ruoan's wishes, like countless iron spears tempered with spiritual energy, breaking through the soil and piercing straight towards the few sneaky shamans.

Stab it!

In an instant, warm blood gushed down, flowing along the thick, hard roots, instantly staining the soft, newly moistened soil red, turning the tender grass and new shoots all over the ground into a dazzling scarlet.

After the Liangshan shamans died, the spirits they carried also fled.

The fox's paws lightly brushed across the damp mud, its paw pads picking up a few specks of fine, rain-soaked dust.

As the blood rain subsided, Chen Ruoan surveyed the scene before him and sighed:

"It was a good rain, soaking the mountains and awakening the beasts. Such vitality makes it a perfect start to the year."