Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Because he had no expectations, he was not disappointed. Along the way, Chen Ruoan traveled at his own pace.

After searching around for a while, some low, dilapidated mud houses came into view.

There was a little child in front of the nearest house, wrapped in an adult's old clothes, with his hands and feet red, swollen and cracked from the cold.

"Master..." he called out to Chen Ruoan.

"Why do you call me 'Master'?"

“Mother said that those who wear black felt hats and sheepskin coats are all men.”

Chen Ruoan was unfamiliar with the local customs. Seeing that the boy had frostbite on his ears and his little hands were swollen like toads, he sent him forward and used his demon core to heal all the traces of cold left on his body.

"Master, you know magic!" The little boy blinked his bright eyes, full of admiration.

This was the first time Chen Ruoan had heard someone refer to his methods as "immortal arts," so he smiled and asked, "Is it amazing?"

"That's amazing! Could you please take a look at my mother?"

"I'll go and see you because of your filial piety."

"This way, sir."

Chen Ruoan walked into the house. The small mud house was drafty and had no decent furnishings. There were only three stone stoves with a weak fire burning, which barely warmed a small area.

The porridge in the pot was so thin it was almost empty, mixed with wild vegetables and pebbles; it looked barely enough to fill one's stomach.

The woman lying on the bed saw Chen Ruoan, panicked and rolled over, almost falling off the bed.

Adults always understand the terrifying nature of hierarchy better than children. The woman trembled and said, "Master, is there... is there something you need?"

"The little one said you're not feeling well and asked me to take a look at you."

"I wouldn't dare trouble you. I'm not sick or in pain. The child is just talking nonsense..."

Ignoring the woman's fear, Chen Ruoan used the demon core to condense a clear light and spread it around.

The examination results were consistent with what the woman had said; she indeed had no major symptoms, but appeared weak and was simply hungry.

"You wait."

The fox avoided eye contact, hid outside the door, took out the stored dry rations from its belly, and weighed them in its hand.

"Take it."

The woman was stunned. Before her were small pancakes wrapped in straw paper and minced meat wrapped in oil paper.

On snowy days, unless the men in the family manage to hunt down a few small animals, there's absolutely no chance of finding any grease. The little kids nearby are already drooling with envy.

"I...I have never seen a man like you before..." the woman sobbed.

“I’m not a local.”

"No wonder, those damned bastards wouldn't be so kind."

After the woman ate some pancakes, Chen Ruoan asked about Zhao Shanhai, but the woman knew nothing about either the Ghost Boss or his descendants.

Chen Ruoan then took off his black felt hat, wrapped his fox ears with blue cloth, and went from house to house asking questions. When he encountered someone in urgent need, he helped them out as soon as possible.

Before long, all the provisions for the journey were given away, and from now on, they would probably only be able to live on the offerings on the incense altar.

"I have no clue."

Further ahead, there was only one family left in the surrounding villages.

Chen Ruoan knocked on the door, and a dark-skinned boy came to greet her. Before the boy could speak, a series of coughs came from inside the house.

"Is anyone sick?" the fox asked.

"My younger brother is sick; he has a high fever."

Where are the adults at home?

The boy, completely unguarded, frankly admitted, "We're hunting in the mountains, chasing foxes."

"Would it be convenient for me to go in and take a look?"

The boy studied Chen Ruoan for a moment, then stepped aside.

The room was dimly lit, and the little boy on the bed was delirious with fever, his face burning hot.

Chen Ruoan took out the luminous white pill, its light spreading like warm mist, seeping into the boy's limbs and bones.

Once the internal heat subsided and the boy's breathing stabilized, the luster of the fox demon core dimmed. Curing the diseases and frostbite in the surrounding villages was probably the most costly thing Chen Ruoan had ever done since he created the core.

"okay."

As Chen Ruoan was about to leave, the boy reached out and grabbed the hem of her sheepskin coat. He stubbornly stood up and whispered in the fox's ear, "Brother, you're an elf in disguise, aren't you?"

"You remind me of the creatures in the mountains."

"Dad said that a humanoid spirit is a once-in-a-century occurrence. I'm so lucky to have met one. The spirit even cured my illness. I'm so happy."

Chen Ruoan looked at the boy for a long time and realized that he looked similar to his brother and they were twins.

The character for "shaman" (巫) is composed of the characters for heaven (天) above and earth (地) below, with a vertical line in the middle representing communication between heaven and earth. It is flanked by two figures: a female shaman and a male shaman.

Those born with magical powers are more likely to be favored by nature and be able to capture the connections between all things in nature.

Does this little kid possess the terrifying talent and intuition to become a great shaman?

"What's your name?" Chen Ruoan asked.

“Feng, Feng Tianyang, and next to me is my older brother, Feng Tiansheng.”

Ok?

Chen Ruoan was taken aback.

Appeared!

An enemy of all spirits, a practitioner of the poison technique "Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals".

Chapter 66 Witch Fox, Take Off!

"You wretched brat!"

No, this isn't a good fox's fault for taking it out on someone else. After all, Chen Ruoan chose an incomparably noble method of advancement that doesn't involve abandoning the physical body.

Chen Ruoan stood in front of the bed, listening to the howling wind outside the window.

I really have a connection with the "Thirty-Six Thieves". After seeing off Lin Zifeng, I met Wei Shufen, and then Feng Tianyang.

However, since it was Liangshan shaman territory, it wasn't too unexpected to encounter them after visiting every household.

Chen Ruoan patted Feng Tianyang's head and instructed, "You should use a gentle approach to make friends with elves in the future. Being too violent will make the elves dislike you."

"understood."

Chen Ruoan turned to leave, but was suddenly drawn to the exquisite bookshelf in the corner.

The "books" on the bookshelf are actually stacks of paper piled up together, with the sides sealed with glue—they were made by hand.

The book cover text does not use the traditional Yi script, but rather the Han script frequently used in trade with other regions.

"You even study the cultivation of elves?" Since the host wasn't home, Chen Ruoan couldn't open the book, so he just asked a question based on the title.

The two brothers, Tian Sheng and Tian Yang, responded in unison, "Yes."

Feng Tianyang explained, "Father believes that elves and shamans complement and enhance each other. In addition to their own high level of skill, the study of elves is also an essential part of the shamans' practice."

"These books contain the insights and experiences of my father and some of my uncles. Following the methods in the books, they raised some spirits like eagles and white-eared pheasants to be very beautiful."

Chen Ruoan nodded in agreement. If it weren't for the fervent devotion of the Liangshan shamans, he might have actually stayed to discuss the Dao.

When it comes to the study of spirit cultivation, no school is more professional than the Liangshan shamans and the shamanic practitioners.

Feng Tianyang rubbed his forehead, having fully recovered from his illness. He pleaded, "Brother Fox, may I see your true form? Please."

The older brother nodded in agreement, clasping his hands together in a prayerful gesture.

"Hmph, two little brats." Chen Ruoan closed his umbrella, leaped, and transformed into a black fox, landing on the windowsill.

"Wow~"

The two brothers exclaimed in unison, "What a beautiful fox it is!"

Its fur is dark with a sheen, and it doesn't look like a typical black fox that's dull and simple. At first glance, its golden eyes are full of pride and agility.

The fox twitched its ears, as if it heard the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow outside the window. As dusk fell, the great shamans who had surrounded the mountain began their return journey.

"Perfect timing. Hopefully, these guys will behave themselves and not act like perverts. Otherwise, there will be no room for conversation."

Chen Ruoan waited by the window. Outside, Feng Shoushan seemed to have sensed the presence of the elves. He raised his hand and blocked their way.

"Pure Yin Qi, we're about to meet again."

"Here? At the stronghold of the Liangshan Shamans?" one of them replied.

“A high-grade spirit naturally has its own plans.” Feng Shoushan began to reflect. “We were too reckless before and scared it. Let alone chasing a spirit, even if we were to pursue a young wife, we need to be more mature and steady.”

“Brother Feng, out of our group, I’m the most reliable. I’ll go and try talking to them,” a round-faced, dark-skinned man volunteered.

"Then you go."

The man went straight into the Feng family's house, saw the fox on the windowsill, and revealed an extremely fawning expression.

"Good fox, good fox, can we become friends?"

Without hesitation, Chen Ruoan replied, "No."

"Why? Is there something about me that you're not happy with? You can give me your feedback, and I'll change it!"

"I prefer witches to shamans."

"Hmm..." The round-faced man was taken aback and left the scene dejectedly.

Stepping out of the courtyard, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and said regretfully, "Let's all leave. There's no chance for us old folks. There's a lecherous fox inside, and she wants a witch."

"this···"

There was an uproar outside, and some hot-tempered people objected, shouting, "Bah! Since ancient times, when we befriended elves, we've always followed the path of taming them. What nonsense about coaxing little wives and being lowly! We just beat them into submission!"

"Brother Feng, I'm going!"

The man rolled up his sleeves and stormed into the Feng family home, only to hear a series of rustling sounds from inside. Tian Sheng and Tian Yang clapped their hands and cheered. The man, who was like an explosive monkey, retreated dejectedly.