Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Gong Qing replied, "Old Xia, you don't need to be sarcastic. Among the extraordinary people left by the older generation, none are stronger than Zhang Zhiwei. Let alone a Miao village in Qinghe, Xiangxi, I would still dare to scheme against Longhu Mountain."

"If the company isn't just bluffing, is the Emperor truly still alive?"

Of all the members of the Quanxing sect, only Xia Liuqing knew about Chen Ruoan's affairs, but the old man, seeing that the young ones were ignorant and arrogant, was too lazy to verify the matter.

"The strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain has been used by strategists throughout history."

"Looks like you're very confident. Good luck." Xia Liuqing took a leap and disappeared into the forest with her hunched figure.

Gong Qing spread his arms wide and said with great enthusiasm, "Everyone, the truth about the Eight Extraordinary Techniques; whether there is a Ninth Extraordinary Technique; what exactly the Xuan Tian Emperor left in the valley. If I can figure out just one of these three things, I will win the bet, and I will then gain the right to issue orders to all members for the second time."

No one in the cave objected.

A young man in sportswear stepped forward and took out a paper figure from his pocket.

Originating from the Chu witchcraft culture, the paper-cutting curse technique can transfer a part of a person's soul onto a paper figure, thus amplifying the harm suffered by the paper figure and transferring it onto the cursed person.

"Come on, cast the spell."

"Deal." Gong Qing placed his hand on the paper figure, and a faint blue aura emanated from his body. The person who cast the curse, named Xiao Su, nodded and put away the cursed figure with satisfaction.

"What should we do?" someone in the cave asked.

"No rush, I need to draft a letter beforehand and send it out." Gong Qing took out his phone and edited the content in the text message interface in advance.

"For whom?" Xiao Su asked.

“The Wang family, it can’t be the Tianxia Society, can it?” Gong Qing had done a lot of intelligence work in private. The founder’s grandfather’s generation of the currently popular Tianxia Group was indeed closely involved with the Wang family. This inevitably makes people suspect that the Wang family is holding the same “Spirit Binding and General Dispatch”.

Upon hearing this, a fat monk with a forced smile emerged from the darkness. "Thunder Smoke Cannon" Gao Ning laughed and said, "Benefactor Gong is truly full of courage. This scheme even includes the Wang family."

"After all, we need to be wary of elves."

"The head of the Wang family is ruthless and cunning. I wonder where you intend to start?"

Gong Qing replied, "I heard that Wang Ai dotes on his great-grandson. If we can't outmaneuver the old fox, can't we at least use the young one to our advantage?"

"What brilliant plan do you have? We are all ears."

"Let's not talk about it for now, let's talk about it after we've prepared everything." Gong Qing tapped his wrist, where there was a faint blue ink mark. "Remember our means of contact."

After the freckled boy left the stage, "wine" and "wealth" from the "Quanxing" group made their appearance.

Shen Chong, the "seedling of disaster," said, "Our acting sect leader has grand ambitions, and I always feel that he is leading the Quanxing Sect down a dead end."

"Scared?" Dou Mei, known as "the poison that pierces the intestines," laughed.

"Sister Mei knows my personality. We loan sharks aren't used to doing anything too dangerous. I just need to stay in the background and collect the interest."

Shen Chong straightened his tie and looked through his phone messages. He had recently met a student whose innate abilities were very compatible with his own, and he really didn't want to be distracted by anything else.

Gao Ning rubbed his prayer beads and said with a smile, "Let's go for a stroll. We're missing the 'woman' part, which is wine, women, wealth, and power. Maybe we'll meet some interesting people along the way and fill that gap."

It doesn't sound good to say "three arrogant people".

···

In a corner of the examination hall of a high school, sat a rebellious teenager with an arrogant expression. He was full of hostility and disdain, and even the proctors did not want to linger next to him.

Wang Bing casually scribbled on the exam paper, his pen tip landing randomly, showing no interest whatsoever.

"The ranking of the mock exam and the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination are not worth mentioning to me. My family has already paved the way for me. The quota of prestigious schools, the network of resources, and my future prospects have all been arranged."

"Look at you all, your faces are sallow and your eyes are tired, putting on a show of hard work. Do you really think that ten years of hard study can change your fate? It's naive and laughable. With just a meager foundation from an ordinary family, do you think you can compare with my Wang family's centuries of heritage and generations of accumulation? Your birth is predetermined, and your fate has already been written."

Wang Bing flipped through the exam paper and began to scribble. Thanks to his childhood training in his family's unique skills, his scribbles were quite skillful, and the figures he drew were lifelike.

The bell rang, and Wang Bing, with his hands in his pockets, strode towards the stairwell with an air of indifference.

The school's exam halls are divided according to academic ranking. Further down the hall are the areas for what teachers call "underachievers," where the most rebellious teenagers gather, and there are also quite a few troublemakers.

boom!

Wang Bing swaggered through the crowd, triumphantly crossing the corridor, completely ignoring the resentful stares from those around him.

Half an hour later, in a quiet corner in the southwest of the teaching building, several students lay sprawled on the ground in a mess, clutching their injuries and curled up, unable to lift their heads.

Wang Bing leaned against the wall, his expression arrogant, and sneered, "How boring. You think you can cause me trouble with such little skill? Who do you take me for?"

clap clap-

Suddenly, applause erupted.

Under the dense shade next to the storage room, a figure slowly walked out, his tone carrying a hint of indifferent sarcasm: "The eldest young master of the prestigious Wang family only knows how to bully the weak and take pleasure in bullying ordinary people. This is far too degrading."

"What did you say!?"

Wang Bing's face was gloomy. He casually threw off his school uniform jacket, and wisps of surging Yin Qi coiled between his palms.

Before he could make a move, the man opposite him raised his hand and threw an envelope straight at him.

Wang Bing reached out and caught it, frowning and coldly scolding, "What the hell is this?"

"Opportunity".

The man uttered only two words, then his figure blurred as he leaped over the wall in an instant.

Wang Bing gripped the envelope, muttering a curse under his breath: "Playing tricks, what kind of opportunity is this?"

Upon opening the envelope, I found a prayer slip for Mount Tai, a photograph, and a letter of less than a hundred words.

Wang Bing glanced at it and suddenly smiled.

"interesting."

If there are any things in this world that Grandpa Wang Ai could never buy, no matter how much power and wealth he possessed, they are: first, the distant stars and moon in the sky; and second, the increasingly rare and fading spirits.

Due to the devastation of war during the Republic of China era, coupled with the continuous advancement of modernization, some spirits with pure character and superior talents have become increasingly rare.

The "Spirit-Binding and Spirit-Commanding" method allows one to permanently enhance their strength by consuming spirits. This path of cultivation is far faster and easier than the "Divine Path," which focuses on honing skills and cultivating a solid foundation.

"If I can capture a powerful high-level Pokémon and feed it to the Pokémon, I will be invincible!"

Wang Bing suddenly gripped the letter, jumped over the wall to skip school, and headed straight for the clansman who was both his "bodyguard" and "driver."

"Take me to Shandong."

"Young Master, the exams are coming up soon, isn't this inappropriate?"

"Enough with the nonsense!"

The driver frowned. This young master Wang's temperament was notorious in the industry. Apart from the head of the family, few people could persuade him to stop. But Wang Ai, the head of the family, doted on him, spoiling him into a spoiled, arrogant, and willful adult child.

"Young Master, why do you suddenly want to go to Shandong?"

"Someone deliberately tried to curry favor with the Wang family by selling me some information as a favor."

The driver's expression grew increasingly grim. The old man was in good health, without any illness or disaster. Who would have the time to fawn over a young punk?

There must be something fishy going on.

"Young Master, have you spoken to the head of the family?"

Wang Bing retorted angrily, "No, when has Grandpa ever stopped me from doing what I want to do? You drive your car and shut up. Which force in the industry dares to openly oppose the Wang family?"

The driver shrugged. "You're right. Arrogant people must have the right to be arrogant. The Wang family's power is undeniable. Besides, if anything unexpected happens, my bodyguard isn't just a figurehead."

"Alright, young master, please sit down!"

At Aolai Peak, the stone paths are teeming with tourists. Hikers with backpacks are ready to go, couples take selfies under the ancient trees and strange rocks, adults stroll leisurely with children, and many elderly people stop to admire the scenery with canes…

Visitors who come here during holidays all hope to stumble upon a magical encounter.

"Young master, I'm going to buy the tickets." The driver said, running towards the ticket office. As soon as he joined the queue, he immediately sent a text message to Wang Ai.

"Master, this is terrible! Young Master Wang Bing has come to the Invitation Moon Pavilion in Mount Tai!"

Wang Ai, who was enjoying flowers and tea in the Wang family mansion, noticed her phone on the table flash, and a series of messages with the characters "***" popped up on the screen.

"Ok?"

Wang Ai slid the unlock button, opened the text message, and her eyes almost popped out of their fat sockets.

"Where did they go!?"

My silly baby, if I don't see you for a moment, you've gone to the underworld!

Wang Ai hurriedly dialed Wang Bing's number, but at that moment, his beloved grandson was staring blankly at the colorful glow of Aolai Peak.

As a wizard, Wang Bing's perception of elves far surpassed that of ordinary people. He seemed to see a patch of colorful feathers, shimmering with light and exuding a rich, spiritual fragrance.

"It's the scent of an elf, very powerful... It must taste delicious."

Chapter 184 Wang Bing: Chicken Dinner Today, Good Luck!

"My darling, please answer the phone!" Wang Ai cried anxiously in her heart. After a series of beeps, the phone finally gave a voice message saying "No one is answering at this time."

Left with no other option, he contacted the driver again: "Stop Bing'er for me, stop him by any means necessary! Even if he gets hurt, I will absolutely not hold you accountable!"

The driver, who was also working as a bodyguard, was taken aback; it was rare for the head of the Wang family to say such a thing.

"A company announcement has caused widespread anxiety over the past six months, and it seems that something big is about to happen."

Muttering to himself, he noticed that Wang Bing had passed through the ticket gate and was walking towards the line for rock climbing.

"Young Master, come back!"

Wang Bing ignored it. A thin mist shrouded the peak, and colorful rays of light formed a rainbow bridge spanning between the two peaks. A streak of colorful light flashed across the rainbow, followed by a second figure.

Wang Bing was overjoyed.

Two!

There were two elves!

The aura emanating from the peaks was enough to prove the power of the inhabiting spirits. Wang Bing laughed arrogantly, "After consuming two spirits, I will have no rivals among my peers, and I might even be able to catch up with 'Hero' and 'Peerless'."

Swish!

Wang Bing weaved through the bustling crowd, rushed out of Aolai Peak, and chased after the two streaks of light, all the way to the adjacent Fanzi Cliff.

The junction between the peaks and cliffs is a mountain pass, behind which lies Qingtongjian. Here, the valley is deep and the forest is dense, with streams and waterfalls crisscrossing, and strange rocks and dangerous cliffs. It is a rare original ecological canyon in Mount Tai, a "green wonderland" in the eyes of hikers.

In other words, with no one around, one can use any means at will.

Wang Bing saw a verdant bay, its waters as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the green mountains and trees on both banks. A rain had just passed, and now the stream had swelled, forming several waterfalls. Several silver curtains hung around him, cascading down and splashing up pearl-like droplets, creating a misty atmosphere and occasional rainbows.