Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Even though Duanmu Ying erased the patients' memories after practicing medicine, the process was still spied on by someone with ulterior motives.

"Fox Fairy, I just want to know where Yingzi went, and whether she is still alive?" Prince Zhong pleaded.

"Same as always, I'll give you a handyman, but how you do it is up to you." Chen Ruoan raised her hand and pointed, and a flash of inspiration fell into Wang Zizhong's eyes. A line that was sometimes black and sometimes red suddenly appeared, piercing through the roof and landing on the southern horizon.

“Follow the fate between you, and you will find her. I will also give you a way to escape.” Chen Ruoan pointed again, and two talismans written with pure qi landed on Wang Zizhong’s legs.

"Thank you, Fox Fairy!" Prince Zhong hurriedly offered incense and added several more plates of fruits and snacks. Chen Ruoan took the opportunity to taste some, and the taste of the offerings had indeed changed. Moreover, her body seemed to absorb them more fully, and impurities were excreted more cleanly.

What a strange body, just like the "Six Treasures Immortal Thief" without the debuff.

Having received the gift from the fox spirit, Prince Zhong hurriedly headed towards the edge of the path.

In May, he finally found the remote and isolated Lüjia Village.

The Swiftness Talisman and Invisibility Talisman provided by Chen Ruoan were incredibly effective. Despite being an ordinary person who did not use Qi techniques, Wang Zizhong managed to evade the Lu family's sight and sneak into the cave behind the village using the talismans.

A new space was opened up inside the cave. Going down the stone steps, there was a cellar, where Wang Zizhong witnessed a scene that was almost like hell.

The stone wall was stained with blood, and shackles hung on the east and west walls. In the corner, a disheveled, madwoman was curled up. If it weren't for the thread in her hand, Wang Zizhong would not have believed that this was his wife.

"Even if we meet again, we would not recognize each other"—what could one have gone through in the more than two years of disappearance to make someone so haggard and aged?

Wang Zizhong wanted to call out softly, but the wriggling sensation on his right and the sound of his heartbeat stopped him from speaking. He looked to the side and saw a stone cave sealed off by a fence.

Inside the cave, a square iron tray held a pile of strange, pink, dark yellow, and pale purple lumps of flesh, emanating an eerie and distinct rhythm from within.

As a doctor, Wang Zizhong could naturally recognize the sound—a heartbeat.

"This is the so-called 'pure catgirl' with a completely fleshy texture, the first generation of body-cultivating furnace, right?" The nosy fox still joined in the fun.

Chen Ruoan looked at the corner of the wall. Duanmu Ying covered her face and kept shrinking into the corner. Several foreign medical reports slipped from her fingertips and fell to the damp ground.

A wisp of divine will descended upon Chen Ruoan and glanced at it. It was a paper on the DNA double helix structure published by Watson and Crick in the journal Nature on April 25th of this year. Based on the structural characteristics of DNA, the two proposed the hypothesis of semi-conservative replication of DNA.

"God, are you playing a cruel joke on me?" Duanmu Ying seemed to have gone a little crazy. "I missed it in 1944, and my 'Dual-Hand Technique' was transformed from acquired to innate. In 1953, I did everything I shouldn't have done, and now you've let me know all this!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

She rushed towards the body-refining furnace, peeled away the "tower" of flesh, and beneath the flesh was a living baby.

Immediately afterwards, Duanmu Ying, with trembling hands, strangled the infant. Her arms trembled, her fingers trembled as well; with just a little more force, this "thing" that shouldn't have existed would die completely...

Snapped!

Duanmu Ying couldn't bring herself to do it and slumped down in front of the first-generation body-cultivating furnace.

Chen Ruoan witnessed everything from the sidelines. It seemed that countless coincidences led Yingzi to the same ending. However, this time, fate played an even bigger joke. The fate of the eight people who comprehended the strange skill had already been set.

Chapter 158 The Fox, Above the "Heavenly Record"!

Duanmu Ying released the child, and the flesh walls of the first-generation body-cultivating furnace slowly closed, returning to its original state.

Before she could return to her corner and continue her self-isolating state, someone hugged her from behind.

A pair of arms exerted force on her knees. Out of instinct, she used her "red hand" to condense a Qi blade, intending to stab it behind her. However, the attack by the red Qi was frozen in mid-air before it could succeed.

Duanmu Ying's eyes widened. Before her stood the young master she had longed for day and night, the husband she yearned to see yet feared to reunite with.

"Yingzi, don't be afraid, I'll take you out."

Wang Zizhong gently comforted him, his forehead covered in sweat. Although he had grown a beard and his face showed signs of age, one could still see a hint of timidity in him.

Duanmu Ying didn't know where Wang Zizhong got his strength. Her husband clearly didn't possess Qi and had the body of an ordinary person, yet he carried her out of the cellar in a princess carry, broke through the layers of chains binding the cave walls, and carried her rapidly through the mountains and fields to escape to safety.

The night was dark and the wind was high; the mountain road was difficult to travel.

Prince Zhong gradually lost his strength, stumbled, and fell in the dense forest overgrown with weeds.

"Zizhong!" Duanmu Ying called out, hurriedly checking on Wang Zizhong's injuries and using her "red hands" to heal the abrasions on his knees and palms.

She asked urgently, "Why you?"

"Huh?" Wang Zizhong was a little confused: "Why can't it be me? You are my wife, I've been looking for you for so long."

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Ying felt a lump in her throat and her eyes slowly reddened. She buried her head in Wang Zizhong's chest and leaned against him gently.

In Wang Zizhong's memory, his wife was unconventional, confident and flamboyant, and rarely showed a vulnerable side that made him feel sorry for her. Looking at his wife sobbing softly against his chest, Wang Zizhong had no other way to comfort her except to hold her tightly.

"Okay, it's alright now."

"Zizhong, I did something wrong!"

Wang Zizhong was taken aback: "You... have you harmed someone?"

"After I finished my experiment, I cured them with my methods, and there were no casualties, but the suffering they experienced during the process was very real!"

Even though Duanmu Ying erased her memories of the process with her "Blue Hand," she still couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart. She had a young teacher who admired her immensely, and after doing these things, she felt unworthy to stand in front of him.

There are different standards of judgment for some things, both inside and outside the circle. However, from the perspective of natural law and human ethics, the evaluation standard is more unified. Wang Zizhong, who has been with Yingzi day and night for many years, naturally understands the crux of his wife's mind.

Her charm stemmed from a single good intention, and so did her suffering.

Is this kind of behavior considered serious in your circle?

Wang Zizhong cautiously inquired, "How about we handle this in a conventional way? We can go to their door to apologize and offer appropriate compensation."

Duanmu Ying does not have an answer to this question at the moment.

After a short rest, the two decided to continue their journey.

Birds fluttered their wings and cried out as they fled in panic from the woods behind them, as if something was moving through the forest at great speed, disturbing the birds and beasts that roosted in the mountains along the way.

Swish!

Lü Ci quickly stood in front of the two.

"Impressive! They managed to rescue the person without anyone noticing, bypassing the Lu family's sight. I'd like to see which sect's disciple possesses such skills!"

Standing before Lü Ci was an ordinary person who had almost no Qi.

He naturally recognized Wang Zizhong and exclaimed in shock, "How could this be? How did you do that?"

Without using Qi, Lü Ci gathered his strength in the "Ruyi Jin" and aimed it at the more threatening Duanmu Ying.

At this moment, the short "ordinary person" spread his arms and stood in front of Duanmu Ying.

Perhaps because he inherited Chen Ruoan's ability to see the threads of fate, Wang Zizhong could vaguely see the restless energy beside Lü Ci, which was blue and purple and ready to move.

"Don't point those things at my wife!"

Wang Zizhong shouted, the intimidating presence of the strange man before him causing his heart to pound uncontrollably. As a doctor, he was used to death, but this time he was experiencing death firsthand.

"Your wife won't be leaving Lü Family Village until you hand over the Dual-Hand Technique!" Lü Ci was a man who would explode at the slightest provocation, and he wielded his power like a snake as it flew forward.

Duanmu Ying got up and tried to push away Wang Zizhong, who was protecting her, but before she could even stand up, her silly, cowardly husband, contrary to his usual behavior, clumsily waved his fists and went to fight Lü Ci.

"Zizhong!"

Wang Zizhong has always been sleazy and timid since childhood. He has never hit anyone and does not know how to hit anyone.

This punch, thrown out of his eagerness to protect his wife, was so bizarre and ugly that it made Lü Ci laugh. Even thugs wouldn't throw a punch like that; even a child's wild punches are more aesthetically pleasing.

"Huh?" Lu Ci was clearly stunned the moment he met the attack.

The binding force dissipated, and in his eyes appeared a fist's skeletal structure. Even though Wang Zizhong's punch lacked any logical basis, and his punching speed was as slow as a tortoise's crawl, this punch was—

There's no escaping it!

Boom!

With a powerful punch, Lü Ci crashed into several trees, snapping them in half. He tumbled down the hillside and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Zizhong stared incredulously at his right hand, while Duanmu Ying, sitting on the ground, stared incredulously at her husband.

After being lost in thought for a long time, Wang Zizhong finally came to his senses when Chen Ruoan's voice rang out from above him.

"As agreed before, you just do your best, and leave the rest of the good luck to the fox."

Wang Zizhong chuckled, scratching the back of his head. This was no longer a matter of good or bad luck.

In fact, Chen Ruoan was also curious about one thing: after passing through the tribulation of lightning, how much of the divine will that descended could inherit from the original body?

Looking at it now, it seems pretty good; it's more than enough to beat people up from a distance.

Duanmu Ying looked at the fox shadow appearing in the air and forced a smile: "Fox Immortal, you are still alive. You did not perish from the lightning tribulation..."

"Is that what's being said in the industry? It's not entirely far-fetched; the Nine Heavens Lightning really did almost knock me out."

"Yeah, so things are in chaos again."

"No rush, I'll have someone act as a go-between and set up an organization to keep those restless guys in check." Chen Ruoan transformed into human form and sat cross-legged in mid-air.

"Fox Spirit, I..."

"I see."

In the end, Duanmu Ying did not cause any actual casualties, but the suffering she caused during the process was real.

Compared to the battles between good and evil within the circle, or the struggles and deaths caused by the righteous path for the acquisition of supernatural arts, Yingzi's matter is really not worth mentioning. What is truly reprehensible is probably that she violated the taboo of human experimentation.

Of course, the factor of coercion must also be considered.

“Yingzi, if you’re feeling uncomfortable, choose the path that makes you more human. Do whatever makes you feel at ease. But this time, you can have faith in the fox.”

The tribulation has passed, and apart from the passage of time, the fox has no major enemies.

"But..." Duanmu Ying still had doubts and murmured softly.

Snapped!

Chen Ruoan gave Wang Zizhong a push from behind: "I haven't taken back what I gave you yet."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Prince Zhong suddenly realized, only then did he remember the thread of fate that was wrapped around his fingers. The thread between him and his wife was finally intertwined face to face. When the two of them were together, there was still a possibility that the thread of fate would be dyed bright red.

“Yingzi, we still have a chance. I’m with you, let’s work together. If we manage things well, the future will turn out for the better.” Wang Zizhong hugged Duanmu Ying and comforted her.

"Is it possible?" Duanmu Ying asked.

"Who do you think you are? I am now a fox spirit who can know five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future," Chen Ruoan said. Although this statement was extremely exaggerated, the Fate Line could indeed predict a part of the future.

Chen Ruoan stood up, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and the divine aura that had descended was already very faint.

Before leaving, Duanmu Ying suddenly said, "Fox Fairy, I hope to spend the rest of my life peacefully with my loved ones. Under this premise, I also hope to fulfill my duty as a doctor."

"Yes, I heard your wish."