Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Huaiyi's gaze fell on Chen Ruoan, who was accompanying him.

After looking him up and down several times, he leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Master, who is this?"

"Coming here to exchange ideas and discuss the Dao."

"Huh? Oh, oh, oh..."

Zhang Huaiyi nodded repeatedly in agreement, and his gaze toward Chen Ruoan suddenly became strange, a mixture of sympathy and mischievous amusement.

At this moment, Chen Ruoan was dressed in the plain-colored martial arts attire of an ordinary martial artist. His head was wrapped in a headscarf, his fox ears were completely covered, and his fox tail was also carefully concealed under the hem of his clothes.

Zhang Jingqing didn't need Zhang Huaiyi to find anyone; she went to the back mountain on her own, leaving Big Ear Thief awkwardly entertaining the guest and forcing a smile as he dealt with the fox.

"My senior brother seems to be quite famous in the circle. Why would you want to come and exchange skills with him?"

"Just to witness the prowess of the high-ranking priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"Well then, good luck."

Zhang Huaiyi casually swept up the fallen leaves with a broom, occasionally peeking at the audience below the stage.

Poor thing.

I wonder which school of thought this disciple belongs to. After today, there will probably be one more person in the circle who harbors hostility towards his senior brother.

The fox, holding an umbrella, climbed the steps, passing Zhang Huaiyi who was standing to the side of the steps. There were still more steps to climb.

The road is so long.

Is it finally my turn to beat up Zhang Zhiwei?

These layers of stone steps stretched upwards as if there were no end in sight. The fox stepped forward step by step, and it really had a bit of the imposing aura of breaking through the mountain gate, shaking the leader, and coming to fight the BOSS.

Before long, footsteps could be heard on the mountain path. Zhang Zhiwei strode confidently up the steps, and even though he tried to restrain himself a little, he was still unrestrained and flamboyant, without the slightest bit of restraint.

He strode up to Zhang Jingqing, scratched his head and chuckled, "Master, what kind of person is this today?"

Zhang Jingqing snorted coldly: "Just you wait and see, I might give you a huge surprise today."

Zhang Zhiwei followed the instructions and looked down the steps. He saw the black umbrella slowly lift, the edge of the umbrella move aside, revealing a very impressive face.

Zhang Zhiwei had never seen the fox in human form before, so he raised his voice and asked, "May I ask which school of thought this fellow Daoist belongs to?"

Chen Ruoan had previously arranged with Zhang Jingqing that the family name and social status would be entirely up to him.

He lightly gripped the umbrella handle, his voice clear and cold like jade: "Wumen Sanren, Feng Yuxiu."

"Today I come to challenge you—to determine who is superior and to decide life or death."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhiwei turned to look at Zhang Jingqing, pointed at Chen Ruoan below the steps, and exclaimed, "Master, is this person so sharp-tongued?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhang Jingqing shouted angrily, but also felt that the fox had gone a bit too far.

"It's not that serious, normal communication is fine."

Chen Ruoan approached, raised his hand to gently close the oil-paper umbrella, and the three energies within his body intertwined and scattered.

Zhang Zhiwei's nose twitched slightly, and the exotic fragrance mixed with the three aromas wafted in.

He waved his hand near his nose, raising an eyebrow slightly: "This smell is a bit strong."

"Master Zhang, please enlighten me."

Chen Ruoan raised his hand and waved it. The gnarled and withered vines and leafless branches by the roadside began to stir. Tiny new green shoots broke through the brown, the withered bark peeled off, and the stagnant vitality suddenly began to flow.

The vines and leaves shimmered with a lustrous green light, all climbing toward Chen Ruoan's outstretched palm. As he turned his wrist and drew the sword, a longsword woven from green plants appeared in his hand.

"Five Elements magic, plus methods to guide the flow of life force, is this the surprise?"

Swish!

Chen Ruoan used "Frame Breaking and Shadow Shifting" to instantly appear in front of Zhang Zhiwei. The green vine longsword collided with the golden light protecting him, creating a strong wind and setting the stage for a friendly exchange of sparring.

Zhang Zhiwei stood still, his casual expression gone, but he noticed that Chen Ruoan had nurtured a sword aura on the sword.

The methods of the Sword Immortal sect.

“It’s a surprise,” Zhang Zhiwei said.

Chapter 77 Watch Me Scheme Against Him

Compared to the various techniques of sword energy, Zhang Zhiwei was more curious about Chen Ruoan's movement skills.

It moves without any warning, and its trajectory is impossible to track. When a person moves, it is as light and agile as the mist in the forest, as elusive as a fox spirit from Qingqiu. In a flash, it has already changed its location, leaving an indistinct shadow that makes it difficult to discern its true nature.

Zhang Zhiwei dared not be negligent. He chanted the Golden Light Mantra, and a purer, more brilliant golden light rose from his body, protecting his entire being.

His eyes were serious, and there was no longer a trace of disrespect between his brows; he was ready for battle.

At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi, carrying a broom, hurried up the mountain and stood beside Zhang Jingqing, his eyes fixed on the scene. He whispered:

"Master, my senior brother's expression has changed."

Zhang Jingqing stroked his beard and smiled: "He should change."

"Sword techniques are not uncommon; schools like the Flowing Cloud Sword and Penglai Sword Pavilion have exquisite traditions in them. But the opponent's Shadow Shift technique is ethereal and traceless, unparalleled in the world of lightness skills."

Zhang Huaiyi lowered his voice, full of doubt: "This disciple has never heard of such a person in the industry. Master, where did you find him?"

Zhang Jingqing smiled and said, "I didn't find him. This young man in front of me is the spirit fox that Zhiwei met during his travels back then."

"So that's how it is."

Zhang Huaiyi gripped the broom tightly, silently watching the duel unfold.

Only with like-minded partners can one improve oneself. My senior brother will surely go even further this time, and I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to catch up with him again.

Zhang Huaiyi's unease intensified.

The competition had already stirred up a ripple, alarming the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain. They climbed all over the walls and squeezed through the cracks in the doors, making the area incredibly lively.

Zhang Jingqing did not stop them, letting the disciples whisper among themselves outside the arena.

"I wonder if this benefactor can make Zhang Zhiwei suffer a setback?"

"It's hard to say about my ability... but I hope so!"

···

With his longsword in hand, Chen Ruoan's eyes gleamed with golden light. After a careful examination, he could find almost no flaw in the Taoist priest before him.

It's ok.

The fox murmured to itself.

The purpose was to make friends through martial arts; victory or defeat was merely a matter of worldly fame. What mattered more was the prayer of Master Jingqing.

Therefore, we must leave Zhang Zhiwei with a deeply memorable experience of scheming and plotting, and also have a contest of equal skill, with every move meaningful and substantial, in order to live up to this agreement at the mountain gate.

call out!

Chen Ruoan used Flash to approach Zhang Zhiwei. The life force nurtured by the Green Vine Sword exploded with the sword energy and attached itself to the protective golden light. After the energy settled, the viscous and damp green liquid slowly flowed along the light shield.

Zhang Zhiwei's golden light materialized into a blade, representing a desolate and broken golden blade, which collided with the green vine sword representing growth.

boom!

The sound of clashing weapons suddenly rang out, and the green vines and leaves snapped and fell, scattering all over the ground.

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his arm, wiping away the green liquid that had stained the golden light, and asked, "You can also use poison?"

"I know a little bit."

Chen Ruoan sighed softly, "It's really difficult."

Zhang Huaiyi used the dry, scorching, fierce, and violent Yang Wu Lei to break Zhang Zhiwei's golden light, but among all the fox's methods, the only one that can be described as fierce is its manifested true form.

Clearly, now is not the time to reveal their true identity.

Indeed, cunning and treacherous are characteristics of a fox.

Taoist priest, I'm sorry, the fox is about to start a scheme.

Chen Ruoan puffed out his cheeks and gently blew towards the ground. A demonic wind rose, and a wisp of water vapor mixed with fox energy rose and swirled, enveloping the entire area in rain and mist. For a moment, the scenery was hazy and the atmosphere was mysterious.

Zhang Zhiwei's fingertips twitched slightly, sensing something was amiss.

The Qi contained within the rain and mist can slowly degrade his protective golden aura.

"This method sounds so familiar..."

Zhang Zhiwei murmured in a low voice, then suddenly shook his sleeve, dispersing the surrounding rain and mist, before striking out with his palm.

Chen Ruoan neither dodged nor avoided, but raised his palm to meet the attack. Zhang Zhiwei subconsciously reduced his strength slightly, because the palm of the other party was coated with green poison.

In a flash, the fox shifted its body, slightly bent its five fingers, and slapped Zhang Zhiwei's left cheek.

This move is familiar to me too.

Zhang Zhiwei immediately returned the favor, shaking the opponent's upper dantian in the same way.

The two were perfectly in sync, simultaneously dodging to the side. However, the palm wind emanating from Zhang Zhiwei was still fierce, blowing off the cloth on Chen Ruoan's head and revealing two soft fox ears.

"Huh?" Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback.

In his moment of distraction, a luminous white pill swirled above his head, and a ghostly blue foxfire erupted from it, piercing through the golden light protection and drilling straight into his body.

An indescribable discomfort spread throughout his body, a feeling very similar to the sensation he experienced when he was struck by Fang Dongtian's Yang Spirit during their sparring session years ago.

Zhang Zhiwei recognized the person in front of him and laughed, "A wanderer, a wanderer, your cultivation is both scattered and mixed. There are so many ways to cultivate that it's overwhelming."

"No, it should be called a scattered fox."

Stab it!

Thunder roared through the rain and mist, instantly clearing the area. The finely woven lightning coalesced into a cage, blocking all of Chen Ruoan's escape routes.

“Captured, a man-eating beast.” Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand.

As the blinding lightning dissipated, a fox corpse lay curled up with charred fur inside the lightning prison. Its long, pointed mouth was slightly open, its tongue lolling out, giving it a truly dead appearance.

"Huh?"

"what?"