The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

The fox tilted its head back, inhaling wisps of silvery moonlight through its mouth and nose. Its fur shone brightly, and its tail stretched out, gradually unfolding from the base to the tip. Tiny halos of light, accompanied by a delicate fragrance, peeked out from between the fur.

The sky grew brighter.

Duan Mianli lay half-prone on the ground, his eyes fixed on the monster, while the constables sat or lay down, panting heavily.

The monster ignored the crowd and strode heavily after the yellow dog. Hearing the noise, the yellow dog turned around, trembled in fear, and collapsed to the ground.

The deep yellow figure rolled on the ground, but split into two, turning into two identical dogs. One lay on the ground whimpering, while the other turned and ran away.

The monster's bluish-black face was expressionless, and its movements slowed.

The fragrance grew stronger, and suddenly, the clear chirping of birds rang out, never ceasing. Before anyone knew it, the surrounding branches were filled with tits, their tiny, bean-sized eyes silently watching the monster.

They spread their wings and took flight. The sound of their flapping wings blended together, drowning out the monster's roar.

The sparrows formed a line in the air and fell like arrows.

Eyes, joints, and all vulnerable areas are their targets.

With a sweeping right arm, several sluggish sparrows were knocked away, their bodies shattered. A straight left fist swung, the force of the blow brushing past the flock, causing several clumps of feathers to explode in mid-air.

The titmouse pecked and bit at the body repeatedly, making a constant clanging sound, yet the monster's body remained unscathed.

The monster simply abandoned its defense, spread its arms, and rained down its fists like a storm, smashing a gap in the flock of sparrows.

The sparrows, caught in the illusion, fled in disarray. The few remaining peach trees were not spared; leaves rained down, and large peaches tumbled everywhere.

"Run! Run!"

"I can't feel my wings!"

"Fox, what are you doing just watching!"

The sparrows chirped and chattered, and the leader of the tits hopped anxiously around the fox. The fox ignored them, keeping its eyes closed and its mind completely calm.

Illusion is not a means of attack; even a sparrow's beak cannot be harder than a stone.

But the fox not only swallowed moonlight, it also ate incense.

Incense is something that mortals offer to the gods. The gods are originally formless, but temples are built because of the people's sacrifices, and they manifest their power because of the people's piety.

To protect his descendants and safeguard his village. This wish had accumulated in Pu Shunnian's heart over time, eventually coalescing into a powerful force of faith. And this force of faith had already entered the belly of the fox.

The incense flame within her body flickered, melting like ice and snow, transforming into wisps of warmth that mingled with the accumulated moonlight within her.

The fox slowly opened its narrow eyes, and its silvery fur was tinged with a few pale red hues.

Its gaze pierced through the body, glimpsing the lonely, adrift soul, and also the black lines that emanated from the soul like a spiderweb, floating in the air.

Those were the yin ghosts hiding in the earthen and stone bodies, and the yin energy they constantly emitted.

"call--"

The fox exhaled a breath, which lingered and did not dissipate.

The peach leaf hovering in the air suddenly shimmered, its body stretched out, and the edges curled up to form wings, instantly transforming into a sparrow.

The peaches that rolled to the ground trembled gently, their tips transforming into slender kisses, and their leaves gathering backward to form fiery red tails.

The birdsong was clear and melodious, and the fox howled softly.

The leaf sparrow circled down, but not towards the monster. Its beak touched the air, and with each peck, a trace of yin energy dissipated.

The foxes on the ground had fiery red fur, clustered like flames, their bushy tails swaying gently as they caressed the monster's body. A fragrance seeped into them, soft and weak, yet reaching deep within.

Leaves and peaches mingled, sparrows and foxes intertwined. Amidst the dazzling spectacle, the world fell silent once more.

There were no sparrows or foxes in sight, only the monster's frozen body standing there, devoid of any remaining yin energy.

The monster uttered a hoarse sound, a mixture of pain and bewilderment, from its throat. A mere breeze caused its massive, seemingly indestructible body to sway slightly, as if it had lost its support. A crack appeared on its face.

"Click".

Starting from the top, the sound of cracking was incessant, and soil and rocks kept falling.

The illusion dissipated. The fox's narrow eyes swept over the peach grove, gazing at the yellow figure in the distance.

After realizing that the earthen statue's target was the yellow dog, the fox remembered something.

The yellow dog smelled of human scent, the very scent of Pu Caiyu, which the fox hadn't noticed before. But with the moonlight shining on it, the fox's mind became more alert, and it realized something was wrong.

Therefore, once the fox had used illusion magic to conceal its tracks and the pursuers were gone, the yellow dog raced all the way through the peach grove and safely arrived at the cemetery.

The grass reached ankle-high, and the tombstones, old and new, were arranged in a neat and orderly fashion.

Without much hesitation, the yellow dog went straight into a grave with a half-exposed, broken tombstone.

The fox watched intently, and soon the yellow dog grabbed the trouser leg and pulled out a small, familiar figure.

Pu Caiyu.

The boy looked the same as before; his disappearance for a few days did not seem to have any effect on his body.

His expression was slightly dazed. It took him a while to come to his senses. After looking around carefully with a puzzled look, his eyes widened, his lips parted slightly, and he revealed a surprised expression.

The yellow dog nudged Pu Caiyu with its head, seemingly trying to take him somewhere. The boy resisted, opening and closing his mouth as if he were saying something to the dog.

However, these things have nothing to do with foxes for the time being.

"Click".

The moment he found Pu Caiyu, the remaining incense in his belly completely dissipated.

These pure incense sticks descended downwards, settling along with the moonlight, gathering deep within the lower abdomen, swirling continuously, and finally condensing into a warm, smooth jade bead the size of a millet seed.

The jade bead rotated on its own, slowly absorbing the moonlight and incense, condensing them into a more delicate, pure, and easily controlled warm current.

An indescribable feeling welled up in my mind.

Just like a fox learning to hunt for the first time, just like a fox leaving its mother for the first time.

The fox is still the same fox, but something is different now.

The audio explanation came on at the right time.

"Gathering the essence of the sun and moon, collecting the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers, and drawing upon the righteous energy of heaven and earth, one uses the heart as a furnace and intention as fire to refine qi into spirit, and to condense spirit into essence. By eliminating the impurities of animalistic nature and purifying spiritual power, one achieves inner alchemy."

"Internal alchemy is both the result of cultivation and the root of magical power."

As the last piece of rubble fell, the last trace of evidence of the monster's existence vanished.

Chief Niu stared blankly at the pile of shapeless rubble, a surge of strength welling up in his limp body. He excitedly grabbed his colleague's collar: "Look! We're not dead! Haha, we're not dead!"

He seemed to remember something, his voice hoarse with excitement: "July 16th, an auspicious day for exorcising evil spirits and warding off evil, it worked! It was damn effective! The mountain god manifested!"

"thump."

Niu Qi knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

The constables looked at each other, and with a strange feeling, Duan Mianli raised his head.

A black-footed fox was curled up on a branch, its fur as red as the sunset and as fiery as fire, its tail tip covered with snow-white peach leaves.

A fox spirit, a fox fairy, or perhaps a mountain god?

Duan Mianli was completely confused; he couldn't figure it out and just stared blankly.