Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Jiang Mingzi, who had been hammered into Yinshan, rushed back. His robes were somewhat torn, but his injuries were not serious.

"You've come at the right time. I have something I need you to do," Chen Ruoan said.

"You give someone a few treats before asking them to do something, right? You don't just beat them up right away." Jiang Mingzi seemed uninterested in what the fox was talking about.

"Give."

Chen Ruoan waved his sleeve, and three ripe red dates fell into Jiang Mingzi's hand.

"I didn't expect your request to be so simple."

Jiang Mingzi, holding the dates, paused for a moment, then said, "What I said wasn't what it seemed like."

"There's a certain force hiding in the wilderness on the eastern outskirts of Chengzhou. Go and cause them some trouble. If you can't beat them, remember to call for reinforcements." Chen Ruoan completely ignored Jiang Mingzi's protests and issued the task without authorization.

"Listen to what people are saying, you damn fox!" Jiang Mingzi cursed, but he was good at causing trouble for others, and even enjoyed it, so he didn't think of refusing.

"I'm off."

Swish!

A figure quickly disappeared into the horizon. Jiang Mingzi flew halfway before suddenly realizing that he had left in such a hurry that the old fox had neither announced his mountain nor given his name, and had just been heading towards Chengzhou in silence.

"Never mind, we'll know when we get there."

Jiang Mingzi has always been like this; no one knows how to have fun better than him, and no one knows how to cause trouble better than him.

We've arrived at the outskirts of Chengzhou.

The mountains gradually flatten, the towering peaks recede into low hills, and the dense forests become sparse. Occasionally, a few half-wild terraced fields can be seen among the undulating barren slopes. Waist-high wild wormwood grows on the ridges, swaying and rustling in the wind.

Further in, even the fields disappeared, leaving only scattered rocks and shrubs, with barely visible paths, as if no mortals had trodden there for a long time. Nestled deep within this desolate wilderness, a small, unassuming dwelling stood quietly.

This small dwelling has gray tiles and earthen walls, three rooms, low-hanging eaves, and not even a plaque above the door.

“It has the flavor of law.” Jiang Mingzi landed on the steps, looked around, and saw that the green mountains were desolate and there was no one in the wilderness.

"The environment is quiet and elegant, untouched by the hustle and bustle of the world. It must be some secluded immortal sect."

Jiang Mingzi reached out and pushed open the wooden door, and a bright and clear view suddenly appeared before her.

From the outside, this small dwelling appears to be no more than three earthen houses, but inside it is a completely different world. The hall is spacious, with a ceiling over three zhang high, and a bronze ever-burning lamp hangs from the top. The four walls are bare, adorned with two ink landscape paintings, their brushstrokes light and sparse. The floor is paved with a single piece of green jade brick, so shiny it reflects light.

An elderly man came out from the side door and asked, "What are you doing here?"

“The Three True Methods,” Jiang Mingzi replied.

"What brings a disciple of the most powerful sect in the world to grace our humble, unknown sect with his presence?"

Jiang Mingzi didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I was entrusted by my elders to come here to have some fun, and I'm sorry to have caused you all some trouble."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Then a furious shout erupted from the corner: "What did you say?!"

A young disciple slammed his fist on the table and rushed to Jiang Mingzi, his chest heaving: "Our sect may be small, but it's not a place where people can run wild! You rely on the name of the Three Truths Sect to provoke trouble with just a few words. Is this the style of a reputable sect?!"

Jiang Mingzi raised his hand and pointed forward at the crowd, saying, "Although this senior of mine is a bit annoying, he is reliable. He said there is fun to be had here, and there is definitely fun, and it is not small, but related to the Dharma Corpse and the Myriad Business Corpse Immortal."

The Lord of the Realm Gate laughed and said, "Young Master, you are a talented young man with exceptional abilities. But even so, your sect sent only you to face us, the great masters. Aren't you afraid that you will die young?"

"As I said, that guy's strength lies in his reliability."

"Since things have come to this, there's no need for further words!" The sect leader of the Realm Gate flicked his sleeve. "Do as you see fit!"

"Distinguished guests have arrived, shouldn't we serve some food and drink? If not, at least some drinks. I only have three dates, they'll be wasted in no time."

The disciple retorted angrily, "You come here to cause trouble, and we're expected to serve you properly?!"

Where are the principles of Heaven and the law?

"Do as he says," the sect leader said.

"Ah...yes!"

···

Beneath the boundary gate, in the library, the walls were lined with ironwood bookshelves, densely packed with volumes. Some of the spine labels were so ancient and difficult to decipher that the air was filled with the dry, aged fragrance of old paper and ink sticks that had accumulated for hundreds of years.

In the very center, there was a low table, and Sui Yuan held a bamboo scroll, quietly reading its contents.

"Brother Sui, Jiang Mingzi from the Three Truths Sect has come to visit. I'm afraid he's up to no good." Someone came to report.

"Understood, let's go down."

Since Gongsun Ling and Tao Zu, Chen Ruoan has had many interactions with the Three True Dharma Gates and Penglai Immortal Island, a fact acknowledged throughout the supernatural world. Now that Jiang Mingzi has come to visit, Sui Yuan can't help but suspect that the fox knows something.

"Although we have developed a number of believers of our Lord, the resources inside and outside the realm have not yet been fully integrated. This day has come far too soon." According to Suiyuan's plan, if he can win the next thirty years of peace, he can split the entire supernatural realm and develop a group of "corpse traitors" among the seekers of the law.

In retrospect, it was too late.

Suiyuan laid out his books and picked up his pen to mark them.

This book is a collection of fox legends that he secretly collected over more than a decade. He put in countless efforts for the sake of "knowing yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Now that he is old enough, he is willing to write a biography of foxes.

"The legend ends with the Shang Dynasty and the cities that were destroyed in the punishment of the law of cause and effect. The origin of the Lord is unknown, but it is worth making a bold guess that the gods worshipped by the Dongyi people and the people of Fanyi City must have had some kind of interaction with him in the past."

As Sui Yuan pondered, he tapped the table with his fingers.

The last glimmer of inspiration came from the legend that Su Daji was killed and possessed by a fox demon on her way to Chaoge.

Sui Yuan put down the book, his mind made up.

But 1,500 years ago, Huang was nothing more than a slave sacrificed to humans. To destroy the fox's past foundation at that time would require a price high enough to erase Suiyuan from history.

"If I had been able to kill the fox back then, I wouldn't have left behind such a huge problem."

"The pressure is really immense." Sui Yuan took a sip of ginger tea. Despite being the physical body of a Nirvana Corpse, his stomach was extremely fragile, requiring him to constantly drink nourishing tea to soothe and replenish his digestive system.

"Come in," Sui Yuan said to the door, and two Dharma Corpses immediately walked out of the corridor.

"Once I finish what I need to do, I will gather all the remaining forces and march toward Mount Tai! What I can't do now or in the future, I will make up for in the past."

Chapter 292 Extraterrestrial Immortals and Gods?

Inside the library, a mage with disheveled, curly hair said, "Lord Suiyuan, since you've resorted to using Old Salted Fish, it seems you've encountered a tremendous problem."

“It’s more than just a matter of life and death,” Sui Yuan replied. “I need your innate talents and supernatural abilities, even your life.”

The corpse replied, "I dare not disobey, but I don't understand. Lord Suiyuan persuaded everyone in the Realm Gate with just a few words. In terms of strength, he can be considered the pinnacle of the world in another ten years or so. He also has almost invincible supernatural powers. Is it really necessary to rush things?"

“It is necessary,” Sui Yuan sighed. “Because the progress of the other side far exceeds that of us. If we drag this out any longer, not to mention the arrival of our lord, even the Nirvana Corpse will become dust in history.”

"That was indeed a matter of life and death. Your subordinate wishes Lord Suiyuan continued success in his endeavors."

The corpse used its supernatural powers, and immediately ten ghosts appeared to take its place. Under the effect of Suiyuan's "Selfless Dharma Form", the heads of the ten ghosts exploded, and even the head of the original body was cut off by more than half.

"As expected, even ten ghost lives are not enough to withstand the injury of the Great Reincarnation. One must sacrifice one's own life as well. Well, as long as Lord Suiyuan is not seriously injured as a result and continues to reach his peak, then my old life will be worthwhile."

puff!

His head exploded, and black blood splattered everywhere!

But that's far from enough!

We need more!

The order was given, and more and more corpses were used to absorb the wounds of the Great Reincarnation.

Sui Yuan suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Before the war had even begun, several powerful magical corpses had been lost in vain, and such a heavy price was paid just to touch upon a nearly hopeless glimmer of hope.

The ancient image of the Buddha, having drifted against the current of time, finally found its place in the Yin-Shang period after a while.

"Brother Huang, I've found you."

In the center of the earthen altar, Huang knelt on the stone platform, his long, gray hair covering half of his face.

The oracle bones on all sides were burning red-hot, and the tortoise shells cracked in the fire with a series of soft cracking sounds, as if someone in the dark was repeatedly breaking dry branches.

Huang smelled the scent of blood and millet wine, mixed with the acrid smell of charred soil.

In the sky, the leaden-gray clouds hung low. Suddenly, a voice boomed in Huang's mind: "Sorry, Brother Huang, there's no time for you to play role-playing games here. We have more important things to do!"

With the memories merging, Huang quickly understood his mission.

"The time has indeed been brought forward." To prevent the possible punishment of causality, Huang tried not to think about the series of causes and consequences, and simply acted according to the voice in his mind.

Huang raised his eyes, and with a "poof," the head of the priest closest to him exploded, scattering bone fragments and sending up a cloud of blood mist.

"what!"

Chaos immediately erupted at the sacrificial altar, with heads exploding and flying off one after another, accompanied by the hissing sounds of severed necks spurting blood and the crisp sounds of skulls rolling and colliding.

Soon, the entire sacrificial ceremony was reduced to a pile of corpses.

"What should we do?" Huang asked.

"Brother Huang, don't overthink it. Just go with your gut feeling. I don't have much time left, so we need to act quickly."

Swish!

Huang leaped up and flew to a desolate place. He waited for a while on the road leading to Chaoge, and finally saw the procession that had once presented jewels and beauties to King Zhou of Shang.

“Brother Huang, what you are about to use is a divine power that I have deliberately collected. Although the original body is a mediocre mid-level divine power user, if it is you or me using it, there is no need to worry about the level being insufficient.”

Huang raised his hand, and purple light flashed in his palm, condensing into a nail.

The Supernatural Power of Cause and Effect: The Needle of One Defeat in One's Life. The person struck by this needle will inevitably experience a period of low spirits at some point in their life, with their talismans and magical artifacts malfunctioning, or they will be entangled and hindered by other karmic events, ultimately leading to their defeat by the seeker of the spell.

The restriction is that the caster's magical rank must be higher than that of the person being hit.

"We can't even imagine what the foxes of the future will be like, nor do we need to. But we are absolutely fine now."

"Come on, let's use this strike to fight for our future!"

Huang flicked his wrist.

The needle, lost in a single, swift motion, slipped silently through the gap between the two armored soldiers and disappeared into the curtain.

The carriage curtain fell back down.

The oxcart traveled another ten steps or so when the person inside the curtain tilted to one side, his head slowly drooping to one side, and the jade hairpin in his temple slipped to the ground and broke into two pieces.

The line paused for a moment, then broke into chaos.

Huang rode the wind, rising into the air and looking down. Through the curtain of the carriage, he realized that his attack had been fatal, and the situation had changed.