Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

"Heh heh, it's easier to deal with poisoners by sniping from a distance. There are too many incompetent people in the sect, otherwise I wouldn't need to take action." In the dense forest, a man tossed a few small stones up and down, inwardly scoffing at the incompetence of his fellow disciples.

One of the six thieves, Yan Jianxi, Huang Dan.

Huang Dan was born with extraordinary abilities, possessing unique eyes. Relying on his extraordinary vision, he mastered many skills, and his skill with hidden weapons was first-rate; he could injure people with even a flying leaf or a plucked flower.

“Once you are targeted by my ‘eagle-eyed eagle’s gaze, all my attacks will bypass all obstacles and lock onto you.”

There were too many poisonous insects in the mountains, and to prevent Luo Shuning from having a method to share vision, Huang Dan continued to adjust her position in the shadows. This effectively halted the Great Gu Master's advance.

Bian Min, Qi Yan, and Zheng Mengping set off eastward, where they encountered Dou Zhong, nicknamed "Nose-Sniffing Love," who was secretly helping them. As the pharmacist of the "Quanxing" sect, he had prepared some of the medicines to resist the Gu poison.

"What are you doing here? How are things going in the western suburbs?" Zheng Mengping asked.

“The remaining four thieves are all here, and they still have Han Dan’er’s silly iron hammer, so they shouldn’t cause any major trouble. Besides, what I’m curious about is that wisp of Qi not far away; it’s a bit too strange,” Dou Zhong said.

"What did you smell with your nose?"

"His Qi shows almost no signs of aging; he's very young, but his Qi circulation is far too smooth. If he's a rising star among Gu Masters, why is he so indifferent to the turmoil outside?"

"Male or female?" Bian Min suddenly became interested.

“It’s a woman. No, judging from the degree of Qi deterioration, it’s a girl.”

"I'll go take a look!" Bian Min changed direction and ran towards the direction Dou Zhong kept glancing.

"You bastard, it's a girl!" someone among the disciples cursed. Even among those who belong to the "Quanxing" sect, there are still differences in their moral standards.

Bian Min revealed an extremely lewd smile and laughed, "Hehe, that's good. You guys just don't understand. The idea that women get better with age is nonsense. Women are already old after sixteen!"

Chapter 187 In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies are futile.

Swish!

As Bian Min approached the bamboo house, he noticed a low workshop next to it. The storeroom in the courtyard seemed to have been renovated, and he could see an altar in the distance, in front of which a girl dressed in traditional Miao clothing was kneeling.

She wore an indigo embroidered dress adorned with colorful flowers and birds, a silver necklace around her neck, delicate silver bracelets hanging from her wrists, and an embroidered headscarf that accentuated her beautiful features.

The girl bent down and opened her diary, holding a pen and writing quietly. When a page was full, she burned it with the candlelight from the altar, and then continued writing.

Bian Min wondered if he was imagining things.

The scene looked indescribably eerie, and the chills instantly dispelled the filthy thoughts in his heart. He only stared at the memorial tablet enshrined in the center of the platform, his eyes landing on the words "Chen Ruoan"—there were no words "Eastern Peak Demon-Slaying Emperor" on this tablet.

"Who are you?" Chen Duo asked, turning around.

“'Quanxing', Bian Min.”

Chen Duo flipped through the book. This cute little booklet with Hello Kitty printed on it was not only used to keep a diary, but also to record some of Chen Ruoan's daily remarks and knowledge about the industry.

"He's a bad guy."

Chen Duo tore off a page from the book and placed it over the candle flame. Black smoke rose in wisps, and the ashes fell onto the edge of the table.

Bian Min took a few steps back, staring at the stage. The girl was pretty and quiet, but expressionless; her every move seemed devoid of humanity. The black smoke from her burning form the character for "death," which quickly dissipated, then reformed into the character for "get lost," before dissipating again...

The scene was like gods and immortals hesitating, as if someone had sentenced themselves to death but couldn't bear to let the girl see the dirty and bloody scene.

"Do you want me to close my eyes and cover my ears?" The girl in front of the stage was talking to someone. Bian Min saw her obediently close her eyes, cover her ears with her hands, and curl up in front of the stage like a pill bug.

"Gong Qing, you bastard! Has everything really been arranged properly at Mount Tai?!"

Bian Min cursed and ran desperately towards the outside of the courtyard. He rushed out of the bamboo houses, crossed a stream, and hid in the dense forest where his vision was obstructed. Just when he thought he was safe, a blade of grass with five segments shot out from the air and pierced through his head.

In Huangmao Village, Ningyang, Gong Qing sat slumped in an abandoned temple at the village entrance, looking dazed.

"Three minutes..."

"Wang Ai couldn't even get three minutes? Aren't you one of the Ten Elders? Aren't you the dignified head of the Wang family?!"

Clusters of crimson aura spread out, and Dou Mei hugged Gong Qing from behind, comforting him, "What's done is done. Why don't we take a look at Xiangxi's arrangements? What if they've already gotten their hands on the goods?"

Under the influence of the "Intestinal Poison" supernatural power, Gong Qing finally regained his composure and hurriedly inquired of the disciples in front of the ancestral hall in the western suburbs.

The news came back quickly.

"You said you were blocked by a few green vines?"

"Four of the six thieves went, plus the simpleton Iron Hammer who specializes in breaking seals and restrictions, and the old guy who practices 'Fengdu Ink Marks' is also there. You're telling me you were stopped by a few green vines?"

Dou Mei noticed something was wrong and continued to reassure her, "Why did you just perk up and then wilted again? Is the situation in the western suburbs not optimistic?"

Gao Ning smiled and said, "You're probably going to lose the bet. Your disciples won't let you off the hook."

“Old Xia is right. Standing in the torrent of the times, it’s easy to mistake yourself for a shining star.” Dou Mei withdrew her arms, slowly stood up, no longer intending to get entangled with Gong Qing, and let him slump in place, thinking of a way to break the deadlock.

After "Thunder Smoke Cannon" and "Intestinal Poison" left, a message was delivered to Gong Qing:

We didn't come away empty-handed. The "devouring" trajectory of the Fengdu ink shattered several vines and successfully flipped a tile off the ancestral hall. If we stall a little longer, we're confident we can open the gate!

"Withdraw...withdraw first!" Gong Qing said weakly.

Without massive casualties, this gamble cannot be considered a complete failure, and there will be another opportunity to make a move.

"withdraw?"

"Then let's retreat. After all, you're the acting sect leader."

The "Quanxing" members, who had been outwitting and outmaneuvering Qing Teng in front of the ancestral hall, all retreated. Gong Qing staggered to his feet, feeling the earth rising and falling irregularly. He walked to the village monument, when suddenly a painting was thrown at him.

The portrait shook, a flash of white light appeared, and a person rolled out from it—Gong Qing's informant planted near Mount Tai.

Why did you step out of the painting?

"What's going on at Mount Tai? What exactly happened between Wang Ai and that black fox?!" Gong Qing grabbed his disciple's collar and shook him frantically.

The man tumbled out of the painting without the slightest fear; a warm, deep blue light shimmered in his eyes.

Gong Qing heard about what happened on Aolai Peak from him—

Fueled by boundless rage, Wang Bing charged headlong toward Aolai Peak with a burning passion.

The restrictions within the peak were powerful; he charged headlong into the invisible barrier, only to suffer a head injury and bleed profusely.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

boom!

He bumped into it again.

Inside the Inviting Moon Pavilion, Chen Ruoan lay on the bed, looking at the diary that Chen Duo had burned for him:

[If you see cats and dogs as the same as people, it's much easier to explain. Seeing a cat sad makes me sad, and seeing a person happy makes me happy. Have I become more fragile, or have I become more like a person? What exactly is the difference between humans and Gu (a type of venomous insect)?]

“You seem very happy,” Little Phoenix suddenly interjected.

"I can't really structure Chen Duo's world too much, but she seems to have developed some empathy now and is pondering some profound questions."

Because Chen Duo's starting point was infancy, Chen Ruoan felt a sense of gratification, like a proud father.

“I haven’t met Duoduo yet,” the little phoenix said.

"Once Shuning finishes teaching this summer, I'll bring her back to Yaoyue Tower."

"Are you doing this to avenge me regarding the Wang family's affairs?"

The fox brushed aside the diary in front of him and explained, "Don't misunderstand, I'm doing all this for the people."

"Is that so?" The little phoenix smiled.

"Is there something restricting things within the impact peak?"

"Speaking of which, there was a 'bang bang' sound that ordinary people couldn't detect. By the way, did you smell a stench? The last time I smelled something this foul was when I saw that arrogant and domineering guy."

Chen Ruoan sprang to his feet and leaned against the railing. A surge of reckless Qi energy rushed towards the edge of the magic array in the impact peak, but unfortunately, its effectiveness was extremely low, like trying to carve an Antarctic iceberg with an ice pick.

The fox transformed into smoke and drifted down, seeing the king, who had lost his mind and was covered in violent yin energy, desperately pounding the edge of the magic circle with his fists.

Before Chen Ruoan could ask a question, Wang Bing grabbed with both hands and shouted angrily, "Come here! Get over here now!"

"I really should reflect on my past actions of having expectations of you." The fox was most annoyed by people showing off their "Spirit Binding Technique" in front of him.

With a flick of his long sleeves, Chen Ruoan unleashed a sudden gust of wind that swept Wang Bing's body toward the cliff face. His figure tumbled and crashed like a bouncy ball, plunging into the stream at the bottom of the cliff.

Wang Bingran ran desperately along the way, but his strength was exhausted and he could not withstand any further impact. Not long after, he died on the gravel beach of the stream.

"Did they come to my Moon Invitation Pavilion to stage an accident?" The fox was immediately puzzled.

"Bing'er!" Wang Ai's "page-crossing" timed it perfectly, and she witnessed Wang Bing falling off the cliff.

Chen Ruoan patted her cheek, confused about how things were going: "A group of people are trying to stage an accident?"

"You, you! Fox, how dare you kill my grandson!"

"Why don't you take a closer look? This guy was almost at the end of his life before he came to the mountains."

"Shut up! The Wang family has been destroyed, and Bing'er is dead. I'm too lazy to explain the reasons why. I want you to pay for the Wang family's thousand-year legacy with your death!"

Swish!

Suddenly, a light emanated from the soles of Chen Ruoan's feet, and a round, white, hollowed-out area opened up. Wang Ai's carefully prepared "Five-Colored Qi" spread over Chen Ruoan's body, gradually covering up his original colors.

"There's no need for all that trouble. Just let me know in advance, and I can turn back into a fox."

After all, the number of colors that Xuanhu needs to mix is ​​not too many.

Once the coloring was complete, Chen Ruoan was drawn into the painting.

The surroundings were dark, as if night had fallen, with shimmering lines filling the darkness, forming patterns of unknown meaning. It is said that the realm beyond the "gateway" is shared by painters, and these lines are likely from the works of famous artists.

Chen Ruoan speculated that Wang Ai could only control her own works and could not freely use other people's lines.

Otherwise, if Wu Daozi's painting were placed in front of them, given the mastery of the painting and its foundational significance, the fox would undoubtedly encounter a major problem.

"The Hundred Ghosts Picture"!

"The Illustrated Compendium of Mythical Beasts from the Mountains and Seas!"

Wang Ai picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and splashed ink. All sorts of creatures, such as the Dao Lao Ghost, the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, the Thunder Ghost, and the Water Ghost, were waiting beside him. The finished painting of the mythical beasts of the mountains and seas was even more exquisite.

Chen Ruoan saw the nine-tailed fox of Qingqiu, the giant snake Ba Hui, the Luan bird and the tiger shark, as well as some other strange and exotic beasts that he couldn't name.

Faced with such a grand scene, the fox, unusually, felt a surge of excitement. Before he could even make a move, another page from his diary was sent flying.

"Wait a moment, a letter from the child is coming."

"The village is on fire?"