Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

"Stop them! Stop them!"

The corpse puppet swung its claws forward, but instead collided with a pill that emitted a protective glow. The collision and fluctuation of the corpse energy and the fox's demonic energy caused the demonic cultivator to retreat step by step.

The corpse puppet was useless. Black Wind Taoist knocked down a red pill, stepped forward and exchanged a palm strike with Chen Ruoan, but was instead knocked back several meters.

Is calamity truly unavoidable?

Black Wind sighed and raised his hand to stop them: "The military officers in this Jiangxi region are my old clients. They have tens of thousands of soldiers. In this world, being able to fight isn't enough. The puppets I create are made from the enemy's superhumans!"

Chen Ruoan paused, remembering the current situation: "You've gone mad trying to avoid this disaster. Things have changed here a long time ago."

The fox raised its arm, revealing a glimpse of its true form; the enormous shadow of its paw overshadowed the terrified face of the old Taoist priest.

"Wait a minute, didn't we agree on this..."

puff!

When Lin Zifeng rushed to the backyard with his sword, all that remained was a pool of indistinct flesh.

But he paid no heed. He saw a series of faint claw marks imprinted on the snow-covered flagstones, four small, delicate toe pads pressed tightly together, each a narrow, elongated rhombus, followed by an exquisite inverted heart-shaped palm print…

The paw prints were delicate and fragmented, with a touch of exquisite detail.

The fox stood in front of a large vat, washing the bloodstains from its paws with water.

To prevent the blood and gore from arousing his appetite, Chen Ruoan rarely licks up bloody or filthy things anymore.

"Young man, your fox form is not auspicious, so you'll probably need to help settle the children here."

Lin Zifeng withdrew his gaze from the paw print and calmly replied, "Mm."

Chapter 58 What the hell did you draw, you bastard?

The fox washed its little paws clean, shook off the water droplets from its fur, and breathed a few times to thoroughly clean its paws.

The child, who had been huddled under the eaves, had a clean, smiling face, but when he saw the old Taoist priest Black Wind die, the smile he was trying to fake fell apart.

Chen Ruoan wanted to offer some words of comfort, but the little boy didn't respond. He hugged the fox and cried for a long time. Lin Zifeng watched quietly from the side, not saying anything, and turned his head away.

The scout ghost said, "Master, there is a secret chamber beneath the main hall, containing some harmful things."

"Come with me and take a look."

Chen Ruoan went underground, overturned the alchemy furnace, and found several books and letters in a hidden compartment in the wall.

The book records heretical practices that even dogs wouldn't learn, teaching people to refine human pills, or to refine corpses and create puppets.

The contents of the correspondence were extremely cryptic, but it is clear from them that Black Wind Taoist was not just making empty threats before his death; he did indeed maintain contact with a certain warlord.

However, among the group of extraordinary individuals employed by the warlord, Black Wind Taoist was not a particularly skilled one and was rarely given important responsibilities. He was only remembered when it came to refining longevity elixirs.

Of course, by October, the area was completely under the control of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and all that talk about "military generals" was a thing of the past.

The local people enjoyed the benefits of peace and the new policies, and witnessed the seeds of revolution taking root and sprouting.

Chen Ruoan pressed the pages of the book with his claws, gradually pulverizing the evil magic manual into dust.

After resolving the matter at Qingfeng Temple, the fox and Lin Zifeng found an inn in the city to rest.

After witnessing the devastation of many war-torn regions, one can appreciate how precious the lively atmosphere inside the lobby truly is.

The surroundings were filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the shop owner didn't even mind the fox entering the store, giving it a corner spot.

Lin Zifeng picked up his teacup and quietly drank his tea.

Chen Ruoan recalled Yuan Shixiao's master's evaluation of Lin Zifeng, saying that he was unconventional and a remarkable person, but unfortunately, he had a particularly difficult life in the era of transition between the old and the new.

This young swordsman, still somewhat immature, has yet to display his unconventional style, but he has already piqued the fox's curiosity.

Why do you want to study oil painting abroad?

Lin Zifeng put down his teacup and looked out the window at the people coming and going: "The longer I walk, the more powerless I feel with my sword. So I want to go outside and take a look to change my mood."

"Isn't the scenery here good?"

Lin Zifeng countered, "Brother Fox, what did you see here?"

"A chaotic and broken world, and people who live tenaciously like weeds."

"Is that so..."

A hint of gloom crept onto Lin Zifeng's face.

The fox couldn't help but wonder, "The 'Flowing Cloud Sword' wants this newcomer to hone his sword heart, but will he lose his sword heart during his travels?"

Perhaps it was Chen Ruoan's stereotype, but he always felt that as a sword cultivator, one should be dressed in a flamboyant manner, either drinking and singing in the bustling city or standing alone with a sword in the cold mountains. One should live a flamboyant and unrestrained life in order to live up to the name of "sword cultivator".

But in this world, it's really too difficult to be alone.

"If you feel that one person's strength is insignificant and one sword cannot quell the anger in your heart, why not follow this evil Taoist and choose a force? Perhaps you can find like-minded friends and build a great cause together."

Upon hearing Hu Yi's words, Lin Zifeng began to frown and ponder.

"You mean, you want me to give up my artistic pursuits and then...go to war?"

"If there is a time when the broken land can be rebuilt, and you and I are fortunate enough to participate in it, when the world is at peace one day, we can travel the world and paint the landscape. This would be a very heroic thing."

"Then we shouldn't have used oil painting," Lin Zifeng murmured. "But where should we go?"

The fox calmed its mind and opened its eyes to see the threads of fate. Among the many long threads that were connected to Lin Zifeng, there was one beam of light in the northeast direction, which shone exceptionally brightly.

"If you are interested, head northeast; there may be a good destiny for you there."

"But fate is a mysterious thing. When you actually meet someone, how you choose is up to you."

Lin Zifeng nodded and smiled: "Alright. In that case, shall we make a deal?"

“I’m an open and honest person, would I lie to you about something like this? If you have the tools, you can draw it right now.”

Chen Ruoan patted his chest with his paw. It wasn't that he looked down on Lin Zifeng, but given the current circumstances, he couldn't even gather the necessary materials for painting, let alone create an oil painting.

"Okay, let's use ink painting then."

"Hmm?" Under the fox's surprised gaze, Lin Zifeng sent someone to fetch paper, brush, ink, and inkstone.

Once standing by the table, actually becoming a model, a slight sense of embarrassment began to creep into the fox's heart.

Gradually, some other diners also gathered around.

"Is the young gentleman an artist?"

"Bringing a fox into the shop and painting a fox, one must truly love foxes."

···

Lin Zifeng ignored him, spread out paper, ground ink, and began to draw neatly.

After a long time, the fox's shadow solidified on the plain paper.

"Okay, thank you."

The onlookers began to marvel, and Chen Ruoan, curious, observed that it was a painting of a black fox dancing with a sword.

The dark shadow was clearly in the form of a black fox, complete with black fur, a fox tail, and a fox head. Yet, every posture and every detail of exertion was imbued with the swordplay and spirit of a human. The fox's true form was completely concealed by the human's demeanor, the form and demeanor forcibly blended together.

What the hell did you draw, you bastard!

What was the point of me striking such a pose just now?

Chen Ruoan couldn't help but complain that, according to the Fortune Level Chart, this was already a level four existence.

Nobody cares about the fox.

The onlookers applauded and cheered, saying they never imagined that a painting could be done like this.

Even the fox couldn't have imagined that the world had gone this crazy.

"How's the painting?" After leaving the shop, Lin Zifeng finally showed the expectant look that a chef would give when handing out dishes.

"Not very good?"

"not good?"

"It's not a matter of good or bad; I seriously suspect that the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect lacks the necessary methods for cultivating the mind."

Lin Zifeng carefully put away the painting and explained, "For me, the finished product is already quite good. Zifeng thanks you in advance. From now on, I will listen to Brother Fox and head northeast."

"it is good."

Chen Ruoan breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Zifeng did not linger and indeed turned around alone with his sword on his back, heading straight to the northeast.

The fox watched the figure disappear into the distance, then turned to leave. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered the wishing tree deep within his soul.

Having spent a few days with Lin Zifeng, I suppose we've formed a shallow bond, which will likely result in a rare blue-quality treasure.

Chen Ruoan focused his mind and searched among the branches of the treasure tree. When he found the three characters "Lin Zifeng", the light from the treasure book almost blinded the fox's "dog eyes".

Wow, the golden legend!

Seeing this strange phenomenon, the fox immediately shook its head: "No, no, it's impossible to gain such a deep connection just by satisfying a little preference. I must have helped Lin Zifeng achieve something."

Could it be that he's going to do something extraordinary?

Chapter 59 Finally, there's a matchmaker's service!

Chen Ruoan shook the thread of fate, clasped her hands together in prayer: "Since this will bring about a rare and auspicious connection, then I wish you well on your journey..."

Ok?

Before he could finish speaking, the fox, with a newfound cunning, changed his words, saying, "I wish you and me a safe and successful journey, and that our martial arts prowess will flourish."

The light drifted away, carrying blessings to Lin Zifeng. The precious scroll on the branch shone even brighter, and the light fell into the fox's eyes. When it opened its eyes, its amber eyes had become a pair of bright and gentle golden pupils.

The Five Ghosts exclaimed in surprise, "Master, the color of your eyes has changed!"

The world became clearer in Chen Ruoan's eyes. Looking back, he could recall the scenes of Lin Zifeng using "Ink Covering the Mountain" and "Jumping Beads". Upon further reflection, he even gradually understood the method of circulating Qi.

The Flowing Cloud Sword, a sect of sword immortals, cultivates not only the sword, but also the Qi and the heart.

Those who practice swordsmanship at the highest level become immortals, while those at the middle level become guests. They use external means to control objects and sword energy, while internally cultivating themselves, thus achieving a state of ease and freedom.

Swish!

The fox transformed into human form, holding an oiled paper umbrella, and tried to use the method of controlling objects to nurture the umbrella handle, and actually managed to figure out a little bit of the trick.