Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

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"The current situation is turbulent and the future is uncertain. We might die out there at any time. Is there really a day when we'll make it big?" Lin Zifeng wondered.

The fox smiled but didn't reply.

The white-haired boy's resolute expression was not feigned, and was completely different from the wavering in his words.

After Lin Zifeng recovered from his injuries, he looked at Chen Ruoan openly. Compared to before, the fox's fur was even shinier.

Its entire body was as black as ink, but it was not an ordinary dead black. Its surroundings seemed to be filled with the colors of the sunset, faintly shimmering with light.

When breaking through the formation, Lin Zifeng saw flames burning in the west and was secretly worried that the fox's fur would be singed and charred by the flames.

Now it seems that the worry was completely unnecessary. The fox is still the same fox, with its spirit flowing and untouched by worldly dust.

"Brother Fox, since we last parted, I've only shown you a few sword moves, and I haven't kept our promise. There are still two foreign remnants in the north and south, so I'll take this opportunity to demonstrate the Thirteen Forms of Flowing Clouds once more."

With the Golden Eyes, Chen Ruoan's ability to perceive the methods of circulating Qi became even more subtle, and he could even detect faint signs of extraordinary people modifying "Innate Qi".

If I were to see the basic thirteen moves of the Flowing Cloud Sword again, I would probably want to master all of them.

It has a hint of learning by imitation...

Stealing someone's skills is not a good thing.

The fox stole his teacher's skills...

Then I, Kakashi Hatake, will not hold back.

After a brief internal struggle, Chen Ruoan ultimately chose to compromise with himself.

"You have no sword," Lin Zifeng said.

The fox transformed into human form, and with a wave of its hand, a green vine from the forest snaked into its grasp, condensing into a long sword covered in thorns.

"Mm." Lin Zifeng nodded.

He swung his sword and spun around, the sword light sharp and cold, without a trace of ferocity, like the leisurely clouds stretching out in spring.

The sword's momentum, once unleashed, is like flowing clouds swirling and drifting; once withdrawn, it's like lingering clouds returning to their peaks.

The Flowing Cloud Sword originated in the Western Jin Dynasty, but in its later development, it incorporated poetic elements, making it a type of poetic sword.

"It must be a celestial being drunk and carelessly crushing the white clouds," this is the thrusting technique of the Flowing Cloud Sword.

"Dark clouds roll like ink but fail to obscure the mountain; white rain leaps like pearls and scatters into the boat." This is the sword energy of the Flowing Cloud Sword, combined with the sword-sweeping technique.

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"Watch closely, let's go."

Lin Zifeng planted his sword into the mountainside, stepped on the blade, and the sword bent slightly. With the help of the sword straightening, the boy swung his sword out.

This move involves manipulating and transforming objects. Lin Zifeng was afraid that Chen Ruoan's skills were rusty and he would fall far behind, so he kept glancing behind him.

But when they looked back, they saw the black-clad youth with his hands behind his back, stepping on a green vine sword, rapidly approaching in a flying manner.

The green vine was formed by the vitality of life and Chen Ruoan's Qi, so Chen Ruoan naturally handled it with ease.

"Brother Fox, what talent!"

Lin Zifeng quickened his pace and soon found the foreigner's whereabouts in the mountains.

The next move will be a sword aura technique.

Swish!

Qi swirled around the longsword, condensing into sword light, and with another slash, a black crescent-shaped sword aura shot out, striking the foreigner squarely in the back.

Blood splattered, and the foreigner turned around in a panic, using his staff to condense the water in the air, causing countless ice crystals to appear and solidify into ice cones.

"Let me finish you off."

Following Lin Zifeng's method of circulating Qi, Chen Ruoan condensed the strange aura around the Green Vine Sword, but the Green Vine had no cold light, no sharp blade, only the vitality it contained.

Swish!

A streak of emerald green sword light flashed, piercing through the ice crystals and directly entering the foreigner's body.

The foreigner, with his high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and curly blond hair, emanated a shimmering emerald light, revealing an ominous sign of rampant vitality and an unbearable physical strain.

His eyes were round and bulging, and he made strange hoarse sounds in his throat. He wanted to shout but couldn't utter a sound. He felt his internal organs being displaced by the surging vitality, his joints cracking and popping, and his body swelling like a ball, about to explode in the next second.

"Huh?"

Chen Ruoan and Lin Zifeng both exclaimed in surprise.

Looking at the Green Vine Sword in Chen Ruoan's hand, it was in a state of withered and lifeless decay.

"Brother Fox, is your sword not a weapon of killing, but a sword of salvation?"

Guide the flow of life, then nourish and irrigate it with your own Qi, condensing it into the "blade" and unleashing a single strike.

Chen Ruoan landed on a branch of an old tree and pointed downwards.

boom!

The fleshy balloon exploded with a roar, splattering blood and flesh that stuck to the grass, branches, and leaves, seeping into the soil and providing excellent fertilizer to the surrounding land.

"You call this the 'Save People Sword'?" Chen Ruoan asked.

Lin Zifeng paused, "It is a bit inappropriate."

"I've sent God another devout believer. I'm so kind." Chen Ruoan released her grip, and the withered vine slowly fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

What a waste of a small green vine!

"There's one left."

Chen Ruoan gazed into the distance beyond the woods, where a foreigner was still wandering around in a state of panic and confusion.

These alchemists who habitually use magic circles and staves seem to have rather poor physical abilities.

"Use ordinary light footwork to chase."

Lin Zifeng used the "Wind Scattering Shadows" technique, his ever-changing figure moving through the forest. While chasing the fox, he also kept an eye on its movements.

Looking back, Chen Ruoan had already transformed back into her fox form.

Using the footwork of the Flowing Cloud Sword, combined with the characteristics of a fox, he moved through the mountains and forests in a bizarre manner, with "frames breaking and shadows shifting, flashing in mid-air".

In one frame it stands on the roots of a pine tree, and in the next it appears lightly on a branch, without any trace of leaping, as if heaven and earth have cut dozens of pieces off the picture.

The fox's figure appeared and disappeared in fragmented frames among the mountains and forests, with no continuous silhouette. Only a streak of dark light flickered intermittently among the green trees and cliffs. One moment it was close at hand, the next it was far away at the edge of the misty forest.

The spirit was like a painting, leaping several feet into the air with a single stroke, without even stirring up a speck of dust.

"Such graceful movements," Lin Zifeng said with a smile.

Chen Ruoan also found it interesting. Not to mention that those who are "proficient in all methods" are no match for those who "cultivate both body and mind," sometimes magic is really fun.

In no time, the fox caught the fleeing foreigner.

Lin Zifeng swiftly and decisively ended the life of this foreigner with a single sword strike.

"Brother Fox, in this way, I have fulfilled my promise. However, I now owe you a new favor, thank you for your help."

"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Rather, the fox should thank Lin Zifeng instead.

In the course of cultivation, it is inevitable to exchange and discuss the Dao with others. With the basic thirteen moves of the Flowing Cloud Sword, one has ordinary means of fighting. Otherwise, relying on a series of moves such as blowing wind, fog, poisoning, and summoning would be too dirty.

People who are too cunning are likely to have no friends, and the same goes for foxes.

"Well, I have important business to attend to, so I have to go," Lin Zifeng said.

Anhu nodded: "I understand. Hope we meet again someday."

"Brother Fox, I can..." Lin Zifeng hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"What's wrong?"

"Never mind." Lin Zifeng buried his head in thought.

It is said that strange beasts choose to attain human form in order to pave a smooth path for their cultivation. Why do I feel that this is a wrong path?