Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

"Master Zhang, I really didn't expect that you would have such a clever fellow Daoist."

"Hey!"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled, then squatted down next to the black fox and whispered, "I was originally looking for some manual labor, but the village has suffered a disaster, and everyone is too busy to take care of themselves. There's no work to be found. I just happened to meet this doctor, so I'm helping him grind medicine and earn some copper coins later."

"There are more than fifty patients in the whole village. It's impossible for me to treat them all by myself. I would be grateful if you could help me, Master Zhang." The itinerant doctor added a few words at the right time, his tone full of gratitude.

Anhu nodded, leaped onto the well curb, and peered into the well.

The well was filled with an impenetrable darkness, and one could vaguely smell a sinister, fishy odor similar to that emanating from a child.

Chen Ruoan raised his head and said, "I can also treat the epidemic in the village. However, in that case, I'm afraid I'll have to lower your medicine prices."

"Hmm?" The healer was taken aback, then realized what he meant and waved his hand with a smile: "Oh! As the saying goes, a doctor should have a benevolent heart. I didn't mean to raise the price. It's just that these medicinal herbs need to be purchased from thousands of miles away, and the cost is indeed expensive. Since you, my little elf friend, have the ability to cure diseases and relieve the villagers' suffering, that's naturally the best thing. The price of the medicine is secondary."

Seeing the doctor so readily agree, the old man standing to the side was overjoyed.

Before Chen Ruoan could say anything more, his gaze inadvertently swept over the doctor's head and saw a thin, hair-like, pitch-black thread of karmic entanglement slowly emerging from the crown of his head, one end of which lightly wrapped around his fox tail.

Ok?

It's true what they say, rivals are enemies.

Despite the doctor's calm and collected demeanor, he was secretly feeling uneasy.

After all, taking someone's money is like killing their parents. By intervening, I've essentially cut off their source of income, so it's not surprising that this tragic relationship has begun.

"A dark line, a tragic fate..."

Chen Ruoan muttered to herself, then asked again, "Doctor, do you have any knowledge of Gu poison?"

Upon hearing this, the doctor's smile faded slightly, and he pondered, "It's a harmful thing. Years ago, I traveled to Miao villages in western Hunan and had exchanges with several Gu masters, so I know a little about it."

The healer holding the banner spoke these words, but the thread of their ill-fated relationship grew ever thicker.

"I see."

Seeing this, Chen Ruoan understood. He sat upright on the edge of the well and instructed the old man, "Go and pass on the message to the whole village—I will personally resolve the plague in the village. Once the disaster is over, there is no need for lavish gifts; just prepare a few roasted chickens as an offering, and that will be enough to express my gratitude."

"Yes, yes, yes," the old man replied as he left.

Zhang Zhiwei tucked his hands into his sleeves, squinted, and secretly glanced to the side. The itinerant doctor's face had turned somewhat dark.

You fox have no emotional intelligence. How could you say something like that in front of a doctor?

He's ruined people's businesses. Look at that barely concealed murderous intent; it's practically seeping from his eyes.

Ok?

How could a traveling doctor who claims to have "a benevolent heart" possess such a fierce and murderous aura?

Chapter 7 My Strongest Summoned Beast

"I thought I could make friends with Master Zhang along the way, but it seems I was just being presumptuous. See you later!" The itinerant doctor snatched the medicine grinder and left indignantly.

Zhang Zhiwei, feeling slighted, shrugged and spread his hands: "Well, I'm out of money for the journey to the next place."

"Don't panic, there's roast chicken."

"You're craving something sweet, aren't you?"

“A little.” Chen Ruoan stared at the departing figure of the traveling doctor and said in a low voice, “Taoist, actually, if you want to earn enough travel expenses, there is a more convenient and faster way.”

"tell me the story?"

Chen Ruoan didn't reply, but Zhang Zhiwei smiled when he saw Chen Ruoan's fox-like face.

"Every time I see your smiling face, it gives me a creepy feeling of unease. Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me your crazy ideas."

You'll find out then.

Chen Ruoan shut up and became the riddle teller he hated most in his life.

In fact, the methods are not particularly clever or profound. Throughout history, there have been very few ways to get rich quickly, the most straightforward of which is "murder and robbery".

Moreover, at this time, "Na Du Tong" had not yet been established, the management of supernatural beings was not systematic, and cultivators did not shy away from using certain methods, so it was extremely easy for them to do things.

"Come with me tonight, I'll show you how to do something big."

Chen Ruoan left those words behind, turned around and walked towards the village to help the suffering people get rid of the Gu poison.

As night fell, only a few stars remained, and the wind howled mournfully.

The little black fox stood quietly on the old locust tree at the village entrance, raised its paw and patted the branch, causing several black crows returning home late to flutter up.

"You noisy bunch, stop for now." The fox's voice was clear and sharp, carrying a hint of spiritual power, forcing the black crows to land back on the branches: "I ask you, where is that itinerant doctor from earlier today?"

The lead crow cawed hoarsely, “That man carrying the medicine bag has been wandering around the surrounding villages for quite some time, treating people and earning some money. He’s currently resting in the ancestral hall of the neighboring village to the east of Jinxi Village.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Ruoan leaped down from the treetop, transforming into a black shadow as he sped toward the neighboring village.

Moonlight streamed through the broken windows of the ancestral hall, spilling onto the blue brick floor.

The itinerant doctor was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar, unfastening the medicine bag on his back and pouring out all the silver and copper coins inside, which he then carefully counted in his palm.

He frowned and muttered to himself, "You really can't make a fortune in a remote, impoverished place. If we continue to the south, where it's prosperous, the people there are shrewd and cunning, and it'll be hard to fool them."

As he spoke, he recalled the black fox from earlier that day, and gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into his palm: "If I hadn't run into that meddlesome beast who ruined my good time, I could have made at least another fortune!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a gust of wind suddenly swept in through the window, causing the candlelight on the altar to flicker and cast a lithe shadow.

The itinerant doctor hurriedly got up, grabbed the cloth banner and medicine bag, and cautiously looked around the ancestral hall.

"What a sinister wind! What's out there!"

After saying that, he swirled granular black smoke around his hands, his fierce eyes fixed on the front door.

A black fox walked in with light steps and silent paws, stood up straight, and raised its paws as if a person were to clasp their hands in greeting.

Good evening, doctor.

"You beast, you ruined my business, and now you're chasing after me?"

"I just want to ask the doctor, you only know a little about Gu poison, so why is the medicine in your hand so effective against Gu? Could it be that the epidemic in Jinxi Village was a hoax you concocted from beginning to end?"

The traveling doctor's face darkened, and he grew increasingly restless, his palm technique poised to strike.

It's no wonder they're animals; from beasts to spirits, they can always see things that ordinary people can't, and even the methods of Gu poison have been exposed.

“I know that the young Taoist priest is a Qi cultivator. He has been very tolerant and courteous since we first met. Why are you pressing him so hard? Is it because of a group of indifferent people?”

The itinerant doctor found it hard to understand why someone who had attained Qi, possessing such great talent and opportunity, would not use such means to gain wealth and status, but instead choose to be a scapegoat for a group of poor people.

"I···"

Chen Ruoan wanted to say something, but then felt there was no need to.

"I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to listen."

"Since you've run into us, consider yourself unlucky."

The healer was skilled in Gu magic, but only had a superficial understanding of elves. He didn't know what kind of innate supernatural power the fox in front of him had cultivated, so he was hesitant to act.

But in just a breath, he discovered that the fox's steps, though seemingly light and agile, were actually unsteady, at least not as effortless as they appeared.

"In the end, the supernatural powers of elves are also a way of using Qi. You must have used up a lot of your energy to heal those ordinary people from the poison."

The doctor was right. Chen Ruoan was already very tired. In his current state, even using "Demon Wind" and "Foxfire" wouldn't be enough to defeat the villain in front of him.

It doesn't matter, after all, the biggest trump card for this trip is still firmly hidden at the bottom of the box.

"You beast, don't be a scapegoat in your next life!"

The healer condensed poison into a needle and swiftly thrust it towards the black fox.

Chen Ruoan neither dodged nor flinched, but relaxed her body and sat down gracefully.

"This is your first round?"

"It's over, now it's my turn."

With its long, pointed fox snout open, it shouted, "Zhang Zhiwei!"

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept in from outside the ancestral hall.

Before the quack doctor's poisoned needle arrived, he couldn't see what was happening. He only felt a sharp blow to his right cheek, followed by a crisp "snap" in his ear and a constant buzzing.

Before he could even let out a scream, he was thrown through the air like a rag doll, his back slamming hard against the rammed earth wall of the ancestral hall, embedding himself half an inch deep, causing rubble to slide down.

"W-What happened?"

The itinerant doctor's limbs were limp and hanging down, his head was tilted to one side, and his consciousness was as chaotic as a churned paste.

What just happened?

who am I?

Where am I now?

The excruciating pain spread through his bones. He blinked with difficulty, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight above him. Seeing the young Taoist priest in the center of the ancestral hall, only one absurd thought remained in his mind—

I was just... slapped and sent flying.

"The fox feigns injury to lure the enemy; this is our exhilarating combination technique." Chen Ruoan took a small step and landed on the altar.

The black fox looked down at the person before it.

The itinerant doctor tried to extricate himself, but could not move. Seeing the arrogant look on the black fox's face, he felt a surge of helpless anger.

I've seen dogs rely on their masters' power, but this is... a fox relying on its master's power.

And this young Taoist priest, I didn't realize how strong he was when I first met him, but now that I've been slapped, I realize he's ridiculously strong.

"No, I still have Gu poison. Direct combat has never suited a Gu master's style. As long as I use Gu secretly..."

Ok?

"Where's my Gu?!"

The quack doctor's eyes widened in horror as he saw Zhang Zhiwei's hand covered in golden light, admiring and playing with the Gu poison that he had painstakingly refined.

“My master took me to visit various places to exchange skills, but I have never been to Qinghe Miao Village. Today I have witnessed some witchcraft and sorcery techniques.”

"How do you feel?" Chen Ruoan glanced at the tiny Gu worm.