Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Just as the knife was about to strike, a crude curse rang out: "You worthless piece of trash, you think you can just end it all like this!"

"Pick up my blade, fight my way out, and then rise again!"

After shouting, Lu Huizhong and Tang An were stunned.

"What strange problem?"

Schizophrenia?

Chen Ruoan scrutinized the person before him. Wakasa Shobei suppressed the sorrow on his face, replacing it with anger and arrogance.

Perhaps we should now call him Wakasa Chubei—a second personality, or perhaps a demon, hidden within Shobei's heart, skilled in weapon crafting.

"Come!"

A long sword was pointed at the two members of the Tang Clan.

"Anzi, I'll go first." Wakasa Chubei regained his fighting spirit, while Lu Huizhong rediscovered the pleasure of tormenting others.

"A bladed weapon? According to the understanding of the mainland, it should be a magical artifact, right? He's a craftsman who's quite proud of his skills." Lu Huizhong stared at the ninja sword in Zhongbingwei's hand and smiled.

Destroying someone's hard work is something that, if done too often, will incur divine retribution...

"Go!" Lu Huizhong raised two fingers together, took a step forward, and the blue brick in his arms whistled out, leaving a muffled sound of wind breaking in the air.

"This level of ninja tool!" Wakasa Chubei parried with his sword.

Clang!

The moment the ninja sword struck the brick surface, a deep hum exploded, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

The sound was like an ancient bell being struck by a giant tree, wave after wave hitting the eardrums.

Wakasa Chubei's hand trembled violently, his entire right arm went numb, and his ninja sword flew out of his hand, spinning several times in the air before "clanging" into a crevice in the rock several feet away.

He glanced behind him, quickly retreated, and then drew his sword again.

The meticulously crafted blade of the ninja sword was cracked with fine, dense ice fissures, as if the entire sword would disintegrate at any moment.

"Playing this trick again? We'll get scolded when the sect leader finds out," Tang An said speechlessly.

"It's alright, the matter outside has been resolved, hasn't it?" Lu Huizhong was enjoying herself. She was more interested in destroying the ninja tools that Zhongbingwei was so proud of than taking the lives of the other party.

"Baka yarou!" Chungbei drew his sword and stepped forward, but dared not confront the Immortal Brick head-on. Back and forth, he was led by the nose by Lu Huizhong, toyed with like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Sigh~" Tang An sighed.

Sometimes I really don't understand what kind of pleasure comes from torturing a desperate person.

Swish!

Tang An darted out from Lu Huizhong's side and, like a ghost, clung to Wakasa Chubei.

He clenched his fists, a sharp spike protruding from between his fingers, and thrust it toward Chubei's chest.

Before the new ninja could dodge, the dagger pierced his left chest, going through the gap between his ribs and all the way down to his entire body.

With a muffled groan, Wakasa Chubei stiffened, looking down at the long, thin wound on his chest, blood gushing out from the steel spikes and soaking his clothes.

He gave a bitter laugh, the demonic influence subsided, and he regained his original personality. Zhuang Bingwei's lips moved a few times, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed heavily to the side.

Chen Ruoan sensed his surroundings and saw that the center of the "ripples" had disappeared, leaving no survivors and no ghosts who had escaped.

The fox emerged from the hole and stood in the open space in front of the mountain. The forest and the piles of rubble were filled with the corpses of Bihe Ren. Tang Bingwen, the Great Gu Master, and Zhang Dong stood in front of their respective doors, waiting.

Chen Ruoan's gaze swept over the group in turn, and he said, "Thank you all. Today's battle at the Sky Pit is a great victory!"

"Great!" someone suddenly shouted, and the crowd instantly erupted in cheers. Even the injured disciples waved their arms and cheered with joy.

The early summer of 1937 was not peaceful, as the war in North China quickly spread to places like Shanghai.

Chen Ruoan cupped his hands and said again, "The war has not yet ended. If any of your sects are in trouble, I hope you will lend a helping hand without hesitation."

The commotion subsided, and Tang Bingwen and the Great Gu Master, along with many other extraordinary individuals, clasped their hands in greeting and bowed in unison, responding to the fox's request.

"Thank you," the fox said with a smile.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Neither the Tang Clan, Qinghe Miao Village, nor the Flowing Cloud Sword that came to their aid had ever experienced such a thrilling battle as today.

Next, in addition to competing in tactics, we'll also have to compete in terms of guns and ammunition on the battlefield.

After the victory at Toutian Cave, the people withdrew from the mountains and returned to Liao Huzi's thatched hut for a short rest.

We've won today, so a victory banquet is a must to boost morale.

Liao Huzi's preparations were very simple: a few dishes of pickled vegetables, a pot of stewed vermicelli, and a few scattered meat dishes were laid out on the wooden table.

The liquor is a spicy sweet potato liquor.

Chen Ruoan did not sit in the main seat, but leaned against the door frame and slowly drank a bowl of wine.

The night wind blew across the wilderness, and on the distant horizon, a few faint lights could be seen. The fox wondered if they were villages yet to be swallowed up by the war.

"Your Majesty, is something on your mind?" Lu Huizhong came over with a bowl. Having fought side by side in the cave, she had become somewhat familiar with the fox.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she slapped herself in the face: "I'm an idiot."

Only a year has passed since the Battle of Mianshan, which is like a moment to elves with longer lifespans. The fox in front of him must have something on his mind.

Chen Ruoan was thinking about the war in North China and the arrangements in western Hunan.

"I'm fine, you guys drink."

"Is it because of race?" Lu Huizhong pointed to the bushes outside the thatched house. "The children there seem to be having a meeting too."

The fox glanced over and saw several small green snakes circling around there.

Liu Huajiao brought many of his clan's younger members with him. This snake spirit, dressed as a scholar, was skilled in healing techniques and used his innate abilities to save many wounded.

The fox had keen hearing and overheard the plot of several green snakes from afar.

"Do you really want me to open Miss Lu's immortal aperture?" a small snake asked timidly.

Liu Huajiao patted his white fan and said, "If I go, it will be obvious to everyone. But if you go, I can develop a good relationship with you while helping you."

Throughout the entire day, only a few men were worthy of Liu Huajiao's help, which truly frustrated the snake.

"Is it reliable?" the little snake asked.

"That's what the books say," Liu Huajiao said confidently.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ruoan slapped his forehead hard. He suddenly felt that the elves were somewhat ridiculous and pathetic, that even snakes liked to use human-written tales of the strange and supernatural as a guide to love.

Arranging for someone to feign mischief and then play the hero to save the damsel in distress at a crucial moment is a tired old plot in later comics.

Ultimately, the fruits of the evildoers' schemes will inevitably be seized by the righteous protagonist, which seems to have become a theorem in romantic comedies.

“Teaching children to do bad things is unbecoming of an elder,” Chen Ruoan said as she emerged from the bushes.

"Ah!" Under the gaze of the golden eyes, the snake spirit, who was still trying to enlighten others, fled in panic. The remaining snakes also ran away and disappeared without a trace.

"Fox, why did you ruin my plans?" Liu Huajiao asked angrily.

"It's wrong to forcibly abduct women."

How can you be so sure this isn't a match made in heaven?

Foxes, who are said to cultivate fate, can indeed see things—Lu Huizhong stayed in the Northeast, the Tang Clan established a branch there, and Liu Huajiao accompanied Lu Huizhong throughout her life, even worrying about old favors for her after her death…

"Your method of deceiving people is too despicable. Try a different way of connecting with others."

"Then you'll teach me?"

The fox thought for a moment: "For example, you could have a junior cast a spell to bring rain, then ask to borrow an umbrella from her under the pretext of not having one to return home. Afterwards, return the umbrella at her door, and use the opportunity to get to know her as a way of thanking her..."

Liu Huajiao was stunned. Why did this story seem so familiar?

Chapter 212 The Elves Suffer a Crushing Defeat

Is the Legend of the White Snake following Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?

All the available methods of forming bonds come from human stories; the elves have truly failed miserably.

After Chen Ruoan finished planning for Liu Huajiao, he returned to the thatched hut, leaving the snake spirit in white robes to ponder in the forest.

The hustle and bustle of the night quickly came to an end, and Tangmen, Qinghe, and Liuyunjian were all about to return home, leaving Liu Huajiao with little time.

"When a green snake crosses the road, it will rain." The ancients misinterpreted the behavior of snakes, and through a series of coincidences, some of the younger generation of the Liu family actually awakened the supernatural power of praying for rain.

Whoosh!

The rain slanted down, and the dripping water from the eaves looked like a string of beads.

"The weather is not cooperating; we have to go out in the rain." Tang Miaoxing looked into the distance, where fine ripples spread across the ground, the air was fresh and moist, and the distant mountains were shrouded in a misty rain.

"We've endured all kinds of hardships in our cultivation here. A little rain is nothing," Tang An said.

The group mounted their horses, took the reins, and bid farewell to Liao Huzi and Guan Shihua under the eaves.

Floating in mid-air, Liu Huajiao suddenly realized that the script was wrong. First, the Tang Clan did not avoid the rain; second, Lu Huizhong did not have any oil-paper umbrellas. Moreover, the Tang Clan left the Northeast too quickly, and he had no time to devise a second plan.

"fox!"

Green Snake looked around and searched, while Chen Ruoan stood in the rain with an umbrella, raindrops falling one by one from the eaves.

"Wait, why are you holding an umbrella?"

Liu Huajiao suddenly felt that the romance of the old days was completely inapplicable to the present. What was "love at first sight with an umbrella"? It was not as good as the "hero saves the beauty" he had designed last night.

"Forget it, never mind."

"This is a predestined connection with the immortals! You are destined to be with the immortals!" Liu Huajiao stretched out his hand, dispersing a portion of his spiritual energy, attempting to influence Lu Huizhong's primordial spirit and thereby open her immortal aperture.

thump!

In the hazy rain, someone fell off a horse and into a murky puddle.

"Huizhong, what's wrong? Were you ambushed in the hole yesterday?" Tang Bingwen asked with concern.

"I don't know, Master, my head hurts!" The pain was not ordinary physiological pain, but a violent brain reaction. People who have not experienced it cannot describe this strange pain.

Chen Ruoan raised his umbrella and looked up at the figure that was faintly visible in the sky.

"Liu Huajiao, you still did it."

Swish!