Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Wang Bing's face darkened: "But these were all taught by Grandpa."

“You said it yourself, I have a magnificent treasure mountain. The gap between me and ordinary people is determined by my birth, and cannot be bridged by hard work or luck. I was born standing on the mountaintop, and having everything go my way is my privilege. This world exists just to welcome my arrival.”

"Grandpa, why has everything changed? Why can't I afford luxury cars anymore? Why can't I afford designer brands anymore? I can only play pirated games now?"

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Wang Bing was going through one of the most painful periods of his life.

Wang Ai was speechless after being refuted. Today's troubles stemmed entirely from her own overindulgence of Wang Bing.

"It's my fault that you're in this mess."

"If I go to Master Lü for help, is there still a chance to salvage the situation?" Considering the decades-long friendship between Wang Ai and Lü Ci, Wang Bing placed his hopes for breaking the deadlock on the Lü family.

"Old Lu's involvement is completely futile. The important thing is to entrust the person you trust to find that guy. There's still room for maneuver. The Wang family is beyond saving, but at least you and I won't end up in such a miserable state."

After Wang Ai finished speaking, she added, "Those who are still willing to stay by your side are all trustworthy. Remember, in the future, you must be humble and prudent in your actions, and don't let others use you as a pawn again."

"I've got it."

Wang Bing left, standing in front of the station in a daze for a long time. The entire Wang family was now isolated and helpless. He was the only one who had seen the messenger's face. Whether he could quell the trouble depended entirely on himself.

Even a starving camel is bigger than a horse. Wang Bing used the remaining meager influence of his family to conduct thorough investigations around the campus.

The meeting place was a blind spot for surveillance cameras, but fortunately, the person was caught at the intersection. Wang was lucky enough to follow the intersection where the surveillance cameras were set up and finally found the hotel where the messenger was staying.

"A person from Ningyang?" Wang Bing put in some effort to obtain the mail carrier's registration information.

After that, the investigation proceeded smoothly without any obstacles.

In Ningyang County, the dirt roads in remote villages are overgrown with weeds. An old locust tree stands crookedly by the roadside. There is no one around, and the wild wind rustles the withered grass.

Wang Bing immediately spotted the mysterious man who delivered the letter that day.

His face was filled with ferocity. Without saying a word, he lunged forward. Yin energy surged in his palm, and his fist, carrying a strong wind, slammed fiercely towards the opponent's face.

Just as the fist was about to hit him, the messenger casually shifted his body, moved his feet lightly, and slid half a step to the side, easily dodging the attack.

"Young Master Wang, it's been a long time. Did you seize the opportunity I gave you back then?"

"Go to hell with your opportunity! You're the one who secretly stirred up trouble and caused the Wang family's downfall. I'm taking you back to explain right now!"

"You're arresting me before I've even grown my first hair?"

"Of course I didn't come alone." There were six other trusted confidants who were also willing to help the Wang family, hidden in the shadows.

"Can you still get in touch with them?"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Wang Bing looked puzzled.

He held the "yin paper" and quickly made a few strokes with ink, then sent the message over, but the person holding the "yang paper" did not respond for a long time.

The messenger laughed: "No need to bother. You were able to find me easily because I gave you directions on the way. It doesn't matter if I tell you my identity. I am a devout follower of the Xuan Tian Emperor. This disturbance was originally staged to lure you into a trap."

"What did you say!?"

"Don't you understand? The Emperor has been eyeing the Wang family for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Wang Bing's forehead veins bulged, and he was about to lash out when he remembered Wang Ai's instructions and tried to suppress his anger.

The messenger's words might not be a rhetoric intended to further provoke him into trouble.

After finally calming his mind, some tiny, pale yellow starlight and crimson Qi points drifted down, their shimmering light floating and dancing, the points of light swirling and converging, layering and spreading out until they formed a circular magic array.

Wang Bing's mind wavered, and suddenly he felt an unprecedented calm. He saw his grandfather holding him high above his head as a child, he saw the grand mansion of the Wang family, and he saw the Wang family's past glories...

The past was truly wonderful.

Suddenly, everything that Wang Bing possessed was torn to shreds by a sharp, long beak.

"Aaaaaah!" An angry roar echoed across the countryside as a figure rushed out, punching the messenger away, and then headed northeast towards Mount Tai.

After Wang Bing left, a refined and dignified noblewoman emerged from the forest along the deserted mountain path, along with a fat monk who seemed to be a "smiling tiger."

Holding his prayer beads, Gao Ning sighed, "Young benefactor, you must refrain from anger. I have never seen an emotion that is so easily stirred up."

“Children have little experience and lack self-cultivation, making them prone to going astray,” Dou Mei added.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Qing, the acting leader of the Quanxing sect, emerged from the bushes, frantically brushing the dust off his body:

“This place is nearly a hundred miles from Mount Tai. Considering the time it takes for Master Yongjue’s methods to take effect, it will be enough for Wang Bing to run to Mount Tai. Let Wang Ai’s precious great-grandson be the last straw that breaks his back.”

With the family's thousand-year-old foundation destroyed and the most beloved relative gone, even the most incompetent coward would try to fight to the death, let alone Wang Ai, who was no coward.

Gong Qing calculated that the spies in Taishan and Qinghe had been arranged, and the message from Wang Ai's side had been sent urgently. The time left for the "Quanxing" operation was the spare time when Chen Ruoan was distracted by the Wang family matter, so they needed to race against time.

"How long do you two think Wang Ai can hold out?"

After a moment of contemplation, Gao Ning gave his answer: "The Wang family's inherited skills are not to be underestimated. With the ability to adjust the colors in advance, trapping them for half an hour is not a problem."

Gong Qing shook his head and smiled: "Master Yongjue is too optimistic. Ten minutes. Once Wang Ai sets foot on Mount Tai, we will only have ten minutes to act."

After making his deductions, Gong Qing issued the sect leader's order again.

"Wait for my signal, then launch a full-scale attack on Qinghe Miao Village. Remember your target—Qinghe's Grand Gu Master, Luo Shuning. It would be best if you could capture her alive, but at the very least, you must stall her and the other Gu Masters' movements."

Gao Ning asked, "All this trouble just for an old witch? If you lose the bet, you'll lose your life."

Gong Qing replied, "Of course, I'm not doing this for just a remnant of the Republic of China. Master Yongjue, you must understand that there was no such thing as cremation seventy years ago."

My destination is an ancestral hall in the western suburbs of Qinghe Miao Village.

Chapter 186 A woman gets old after sixteen

In the 30s, the idea of ​​"burial for peace" was prevalent in China, and cremation was considered a great disrespect to the deceased. At that time, the coffins used for burial usually contained the corpses.

The ancestral hall in the western suburbs of the Miao village in western Hunan has been repaired many times. Gong Qing believes that the person buried inside must have been protected by some kind of secret method. The most urgent task is to obtain the body, and the rest is to find a way to extract information from the body.

"The people who were closest to Emperor Xuantian back then, the dead in the western suburbs, Zhang Zhiwei, Zuo Ruotong, Lu Jin, Luo Shuning... If we want to know the truth, we can only start with these people," Gong Qing said.

At this moment, Yuan Tao appeared with Han Dan'er, the silly chubby boy asking, "Why don't we start with Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin?"

"Silly boy, don't talk nonsense." Yuan Tao interrupted him. In fact, he was hoping that the acting sect leader would start with Lu Jin, so that he could also avenge the old grudge of the Sanyi Sect's ambush of Yuan Jingui.

“Elder Yuan, you’re living too leisurely,” Gong Qing said. Many of the best experts in the Quanxing Sect have flowed to Xiangxi, while these two remaining weapon refiners, along with “Thunder Smoke Cannon” and “Intestinal Poison,” are hiding in the shadows.

Managing people is an art, and being a leader is no easy task.

Yuan Tao replied, "The Gu Masters of Xiangxi are not a powerful force, so there is no need to make a big fuss. But if you want to cause trouble at the Sanyi Sect, I would be happy to go."

"We'll talk about it another time."

After Gong Qing finished speaking, he returned alone to a dilapidated hut, sat cross-legged on the bed, and waited patiently.

About twenty minutes later, news came from the spies around Mount Tai that Wang Bing had entered Aolai Peak. Almost simultaneously, an extremely strong aura of Qi erupted from the peak, indicating that another powerful extraordinary person had entered the mountain.

"Our pieces are all in place, let's make our move immediately!"

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In Qinghe, western Hunan, a loud explosion erupted amidst a cluster of stilted bamboo houses, sending flames soaring upwards and thick smoke billowing.

A man wearing round cartoon glasses and with a mop-like hairstyle stood outside the firelight, admiring his masterpiece.

"An ancient village with a history of thousands of years, stone houses from the Ming and Qing dynasties, a sacred mountain of the Miao people, how wonderful! The things that have been protected and preserved by countless generations are now being destroyed, which is truly heartbreaking!"

Qi Yan, a nihilist who can use the five elements, has an unusual obsession with destroying the hard work of others.

After he finished speaking, several more fireballs exploded between the bamboo houses.

As soon as the riot broke out, Luo Shuning, the Grand Gu Master, led her disciples to the scene. Recently, there had been very few Quanxing members appearing in the mountains and fields of western Hunan, and the number of people this time was far beyond her expectations.

"When did the 'Quanxing' organization become so organized? Has a new leader emerged among you?"

The man in the middle, with a "teapot lid" hairstyle and a thick gold chain, roared, "Old woman, stop talking nonsense! What happened to all this ugly ducklings? Call some Miao girls over for me to try!"

Luo Shuning hadn't been paying attention to things in the industry for a while, so she couldn't recall the names of the "Quanxing" group. However, she heard from the disciple next to her that this "Teapot Lid" was named Bian Min, a guy with an extremely strong lust for women who had raped many women from prestigious families.

"What a disgusting guy."

"We don't have Miao girls, but you all must try the specialties of Qinghe!"

Poisonous insect!

Luo Shuning and her group of Gu masters were enveloped in miasma. Poisonous creatures gradually emerged from the shadows: centipedes and scorpions swarmed densely across the grass and crevices of rocks, writhing and darting about; venomous snakes were everywhere among the rocks and grass, constantly flicking their red tongues and hissing. Swarms of poisonous moths flew erratically in the air, hovering and lingering, their flapping wings scattering scales coated with venom…

Bian Min felt a chill run down his spine. Holding the needle in his hand, he shouted back, "Qi Yan, Zheng Mengping! Send some guys with area-of-effect attacks!"

Swish, swish, swish!

He waved his spikes repeatedly, and the poisonous moths that flew forward exploded, their bursting juices sticking to his body and immediately burning and festering his skin.

"Damn it, I hate people who use drugs the most!"

Bian Min jumped back one after another to avoid the approaching swarm of insects. Immediately, purplish-blue and crimson Qi balls fell from above his head, causing explosions among the Gu insects. As soon as the poisonous insects died, the poison in their bodies exploded, and the miasma surrounding them became even denser.

"Throwing that at an old woman, won't you get hit?!"

Bian Min gave the order, and Zheng Mengping, who was standing to the side, reluctantly gathered his explosive flames and hurled them at Luo Shuning.

Several fireballs were thrown over, and the Grand Gu Master deflected them with his Qi. He pinched a smear of thick, black Gu liquid between two fingers of his right hand and swallowed it little by little. The younger generation beside him did the same thing almost exactly, using the carefully prepared "Enhancing Gu" to strengthen their bodies.

“They’re all ‘Quanxing,’ so there’s no need to be polite. Just kill them all,” Luo Shuning said, pointing to a group of people.

"Tsk!" Bian Min gritted his teeth, watching the miasma getting closer and closer.

The Gu masters of western Hunan have always kept a low profile, but no one expected that Gu poison has developed to this extent. A few Gu masters standing apart can form a dead zone of extreme poison that no living person can enter. Leaving the poisonous insects unattended is both dangerous and disgusting, but killing them will only make them nutrients for the miasma.

I thought this operation would be a chance to have some fun, maybe even capture a few Miao girls for a bit of fun, but it seems the only way to complete the mission is to stall for time.

"This is so boring, let's go!"

Swish swish!

Helpless against the miasma, the Quanxing disciples quickly retreated eastward towards Qinghe. Luo Shuning looked at the firelight, then gazed towards the western suburbs, and shook her head: "It's a diversionary tactic. No need to chase. Let's head directly west."

Just as she was about to move, a green leaf flew in from the shadows and left a bloody mark on her wrinkled cheek.

"Ok?"

boom!

One after another, Gu Masters fell to the ground amidst the poisonous fog. Most of them were hit by pebbles, leaves, or petals, all things that could be easily obtained in the mountains and fields of western Hunan.

"A master of guerrilla warfare has arrived." Luo Shuning looked around, searching for the figure hiding in the shadows.

Among the "Quanxing" (Complete Sect), those who left an impression on older generations of extraordinary individuals like Luo Shuning included Ding Shian, one of the two heroes; Tu Junfang, the "Three Corpses"; the "Three Madmen"; and—the "Six Thieves".