Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Confused faces crowded together, their chatter boiling like a pot of water. Amidst the clamor, some curses stood out starkly:

"Damn it! What did I say?"

"Why would I leave my villa in the city and come to this godforsaken place? What's the point?"

"You just betrayed me like that? Where the hell were you before?!"

Someone kicked over the wooden bucket at their feet, and someone else smashed the earthenware bowl in their hand.

Yes, if it weren't for wanting to gain superhuman abilities, who would be willing to eat chaff and wild vegetables in this godforsaken, impoverished mountain village, working from dawn till dusk herding sheep and feeding pigs?

Living such a dreary life, isn't it all for the hope that one day we'll be reborn and achieve great things?

Curses and resentment mingled together, echoing throughout the village.

Those with superior innate abilities gradually gathered around.

The open space in front of the workshop was filled with people. Ma Xianhong stood on the steps, behind him the workshop doors and windows were broken, and the self-cultivation furnace was tilted in the dust.

His gaze swept across every face, and after a moment of silence, he spoke of accepting the offer of amnesty.

"That's how it is. Those of you who are willing to continue following me will be arranged by the All-Knowing Bureau."

"Accept amnesty?" Haricha repeated in a deep voice, his thick eyebrows furrowed. "Like Song Jiang? Few of those brothers ended up well."

He paused for a moment after speaking. The people around him were also deep in thought.

After a while, someone muttered quietly, "The world is pretty peaceful now, does this count as getting a direct job at Anycom? Getting a government job in the world of supernatural beings?"

Whispers began to rise and spread, but no one stepped forward to refuse.

Liu Wukui did not participate in the discussion.

Her gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the smashed body-cultivating furnace deep inside the workshop.

The furnace shell cracked open, and parts were scattered all over the ground, like a broken skeleton.

She had even used this furnace to try and change her brother's fate, to break free from the malignant mutation in his soul. Now that the furnace is gone, her hope has shattered as well.

"Your brother's matter will be handled by the people in the Dark Fortress."

Liu Wu Kui suddenly looked up and saw Chen Ruo An standing beside her, her gaze indifferently fixed on the pile of wreckage.

"Sir, you keep your word!"

"That's natural."

Liu Wu Kui stared at the fox next to him for a while, then suddenly came to his senses and nudged Fu Rong next to him with his elbow.

Why didn't you swoon over him this time?

Fu Rong was also taken aback when she heard this.

The effeminate handsome man is definitely her type.

But today, her sensitive "radar" didn't react at all, as if it were broken.

"How should I put it, it just feels like something's missing?"

Liu Wu Kui's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "You can't only be attracted to scumbags, can you?"

"Impossible!" Fu Rong's face flushed red, her voice rising a few decibels, but revealing a hint of guilt.

In recent years, I have indeed borne a lot of debt for scumbag men.

"Hehe." Amidst the two's playful banter, the remaining members of the upper class made the decision to follow Ma Xianhong.

The villagers of Biyou Village gathered in twos and threes and walked along the mountain road towards the outside of the village.

Xia He stood there, watching Chen Ruoan's figure disappear into the shadows.

Having spent a lot of time with Chen Ruoan, she could guess some of the fox's thoughts. The reason she didn't take her on this mission must be because the situation had exceeded expectations and there was a risk that she couldn't take care of her.

She subconsciously asked what to do with the black book in her arms, but after a moment, the pages remained unturned and not a single word was uttered.

She was stunned for a moment, and when she looked up again, Chen Ruoan's figure had already disappeared into the clouds on the horizon.

The Twenty-Four Solar Terms Pass through the Heavenly Valley, where the night is as dark as ink.

When Chen Ruoan landed in the valley, Qu Tong was already waiting there.

"Greetings, Master An." She lowered her head slightly, her posture impeccably respectful, but her face remained expressionless.

Behind her, fifteen figures stood silently, like fifteen wooden stakes driven into the ground.

Fifteen—that number is too sensitive for a fox.

"I see. Using incomplete offerings to create an array to achieve a magical effect. You want to recreate the Jia Shen Rebellion?"

At this level of formation effect, nothing can be done.

"Uncle An, you've misunderstood."

Qu Tong strode over, her pace unhurried, her scarlet pupils devoid of any expression.

She walked up to Chen Ruoan and stood still. The fifteen people behind her silently dispersed and took their places.

Chen Ruoan glanced down at the ground; everything was ready.

He suddenly realized something: he was standing where the central offerings were.

Qu Tong said, "Don't worry, Master An. With our combined cultivation levels, we are not qualified to make you a sacrifice."

"Of course, even under the protection of the company and the Inviting Moon Pavilion, we are still unable to capture Feng Baobao, who is suitable to serve as a sacrifice for the Empress."

"but…"

Before he could finish speaking, faint lights began to shine from the seven orifices of the fifteen people under Qu Tong's command.

Their vitality is pouring out at a rate dozens of times faster than usual, like silvery-white sand that can no longer be contained after an hourglass breaks, almost collapsing.

The evening breeze in the valley changed direction, no longer brushing the treetops, but instead pouring down from the sky into the valley passage, carrying an indescribable restlessness.

Immediately afterwards, a rumbling sound came from underground, and the earth trembled slightly;

Then a dazzling golden beam of light burst forth from the bottom of the valley, like a dragon raising its head or a sword being drawn from its sheath, piercing the sky with unstoppable force and tearing a huge rift in the heavy night.

As the golden light spread out, the carvings on the stone wall were illuminated one by one, and the grass, rocks, and dust were all coated with a layer of flowing gold wherever the light reached.

Chen Ruoan looked around and took in all the changes. This was the final killing move that Qu Tong had prepared for him.

The performance was somewhat intimidating, but it did not pose a real threat to him.

"Even if the incomplete Heaven-Reaching Array can glimpse the secrets of heaven, what can you do with it? Do you expect these followers to help you ascend to immortality?"

Chen Ruoan stomped one foot, and the bamboo spikes that broke through the ground pierced Qu Tong's body, hanging her high up like a rag.

“Hehehe…” Qu Tong, covered in blood, suddenly laughed. “This junior would not be so presumptuous. With my cultivation, I could not even set up ten or a hundred more Heaven-Reaching Formations.”

"But what if the person I'm sending up is already one step away from ascending to immortality?"

The connection between heaven and earth was severed.

Even if the mortal world has ways to communicate with the upper realm, those who have achieved immortality cannot freely interfere with the lower realm.

This is a conclusion that Qu Tong reached after years of investigation and speculation.

Since the fox is involved in too many karmic entanglements, it's best to send it to the upper realm as soon as possible, so that no one will hinder my grand plan!

At that time, she will still have enough free time to slowly deal with "All-in-One".

"Junior Qu Tong greets Your Excellency's ascension!"

The Heavenly Gate is right in front of us, can we really resist going in?!

Chapter 238 Heavenly Dao Encrypted Communication

The false path, created by using evil methods to accelerate the process, cannot grant Qu Tong the power to change the situation. However, if placed at Chen Ruoan's starting point, this false path is enough to allow him to glimpse the magnificent scenery beyond the Heavenly Gate.

The fox looked up, and through the crack in the sky, a dazzling sea of ​​stars was revealed.

"So, I should thank you?" Chen Ruoan withdrew his gaze. A strange thing was happening: Qu Tong's torn flesh was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, enveloped in pink qi.

"You're too kind, Master An. These strange beasts have endured a hundred years of arduous cultivation, all for this day. What are you waiting for, Master An? This is your chance to ascend to heaven."

"If you tell me to leave, I'll just leave. Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?" Chen Ruoan gathered a handful of foxfire in his mouth, intending to return the favor with barbecue.

"Does Master An still have something he cherishes in this world?" Qu Tong asked.

"I am indeed a little uneasy about leaving until you, the evil forces, are eliminated."

Hmph!

Azure flames surged, swirling around Qu Tong, who was pierced by bamboo thorns. As the flames burned, her skin and flesh were burned and regenerated, her skeleton covered with charred flesh...

Qu Tong remained unusually quiet, without struggling or screaming. It seemed as if Chen Ruoan was burning not some living evil creature, but a corpse.

The lives of the fifteen relatives quickly passed away, turning into mummified corpses of old age. The Empress's Qu Tong was burned to ashes, which drifted in the night wind of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Valley.

Chen Ruoan looked up at the narrow slit in the sky, a little hesitant.

"This is probably the most troubling thing for me since the beginning of the new century. It really makes things difficult for the fox."

Chen Ruoan shed his human form, stepped on the clouds and smoke, and entered the sea of ​​stars beyond the crack. When his figure completely disappeared inside, the wind in the valley stopped, and the ground ceased to tremble.

Countless paths flow slowly before you, heading towards the destination called "Tao".

In a timeline where the past, present, and future coexist, Chen Ruoan, through the long river of time, can see himself in 1936, arranging flowers for Wei Shufen in Mianshan.

“Now that we’re here, we should be able to try reaching out and touching it…” Chen Ruoan stretched out her fox paw and cautiously probed towards it.

Just as the fox's claws were about to touch the mountain chrysanthemums shrouded in poisonous mist, an invisible shackle suddenly wrapped around the fox's claws from the depths of the path.

The shackles clashed and exploded like metal clashing, and at the same time, Chen Ruoan's memories of Mianshan in 1936 gained an unspeakable fragment.

"Would interference with the past be forcibly inserted into present memories?"

How do we resolve the classic spacetime paradox?

The fox's paws were completely immobilized.

The will of this world crushed the fox's soul as it tried to reverse its course.

The past trajectory is fixed on a predetermined coordinate system; even the slightest shift is seen as a transgression against the order of heaven and earth, an absolutely unacceptable act of rebellion.

Chen Ruoan's fox fur stood on end under the pressure of the Daoist path, and his golden eyes reflected the poisonous fog, wildflowers, and the girl's cold corpse on the other side of the long river.