Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

A hand suddenly pressed down on his crown.

In Chen Ruoan's ears, the ninja was talking incoherently, waving his kunai helplessly. Before he could stab, vines wrapped around his arm.

"Say one more word, or you won't have much time left to give your last words."

The fox's "common language," which he obtained through prayer, was largely dependent on his own will. Even though he harbored a dislike for Japanese, he still patiently began learning it at this crucial juncture.

The Japanese soldier started with harsh words, but later turned into a plea for mercy.

Begging for mercy was useless to the fox. As soon as the ninja started crying and pleading, Chen Ruoan's icy blade landed on his neck.

The fox continued onward, the mountain path rugged, a chilling wind carrying the stench of blood.

Not far away, a man shrouded in yin energy leaned against a rock, panting heavily, locked in a deadly battle with a Japanese invader. Beside the road lay the corpses of Gao family members and ninjas, their blood soaking into the cracks in the rocks.

The remaining Japanese soldier leaned on his sword and sneered, shouting incoherently, "In a moment, my comrades will come to reinforce us, and you will surely die!"

The man couldn't understand Japanese, but looking at the other person's sinister and vicious face, he knew that the words were not kind. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes, and he gripped the weapon in his hand tightly.

Both of them were on their last breath, their chests heaving violently, and blood and foam sliding down their lips.

Footsteps could be heard from outside the mountain path.

As the sound drew closer, Gao Chengqing's breathing became increasingly rapid, while the Japanese soldier's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his arrogant and conceited demeanor became even more glaring.

Reinforcements have arrived!

Gao Chengqing glanced at the corpses of the Gao family members lying haphazardly beside him, then suddenly chuckled and said in a hoarse voice, "Fine, I'm not lonely anymore. All that's missing is this one in front of me. Kill him, and I'll join you!"

He mustered his last bit of strength, raised his longsword and swung it with all his might, clashing fiercely with the Japanese soldier's longsword. The blades crossed, and the two were locked in a stalemate, their muscles tense, neither able to advance even an inch further.

"What are you waiting for? Help!" the Japanese soldier roared towards the outside of the mountain path.

"coming!"

The entire exchange was conducted in Japanese, which Gao Chengqing couldn't understand at all. However, he knew that reinforcements had arrived. He sighed bitterly and slowly shook his head, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes—in the end, he couldn't take away the enemy in front of him.

"Even if we can't take it with us, we have to take it with us!"

Gao Chengqing roared, and whether it was the desperate courage of fighting to the death, he used his remaining strength to overpower the Japanese soldier.

The blade flashed and fell, leaving a horrifying gash on the Japanese soldier's chest.

He was on the verge of death, yet still desperately cried out for help towards the outside of the mountain path: "Help, help me..."

"What's all the noise about? Aren't we helping?"

The two were so engrossed in their fierce battle that they didn't notice the lustrous pill suspended in mid-air. The gentle light of the demon core was spreading softly, silently healing Gao Chengqing's injuries and slowly replenishing his depleted energy.

Not far away, Chen Ruoan walked over with an umbrella, placing the gift boxes woven from tree branches and vines one by one, and raised his hand to indicate, "Mr. Gao, I apologize for the intrusion in visiting. I have only prepared a small gift, please accept it."

The Japanese soldier struggled to his feet, glanced at the green vine box, then collapsed again, lifeless.

Inside the box were the heads of three ninjas, along with a broken sword and a kunai.

Gao Chengqing looked up at the demon core, then glanced at the fox ears on Chen Ruoan's head, and casually leaned back, spreading his legs wide.

"You're too kind, Immortal."

Chapter 109 Similar Types of Supernatural Powers

The Gao family is the least prominent and most mysterious of the four major families.

Because their influence was concentrated in Northeast China, they suffered prolonged persecution from war and the Japanese invaders, leading to their decline. In later generations, they could only maintain their influence by relying on "Na Du Tong" (a powerful organization). Gao Lian, a descendant of the Gao family, rose to become the head of the Northeast region, preventing the Gao family's reputation from completely falling apart. From another perspective, the Gao family could be considered to have secured a government job.

"What's the current situation with the Gao family? Where is the patriarch?" Chen Ruoan inquired about the situation.

"The situation is not optimistic. The Gao family suffered heavy casualties in the battle of Black Wind Pass." Gao Chengqing adjusted his breathing and sat up with his back straight. "As for the family head, he should return to the Immortal Clan. That's me."

The fox glanced at the corpses of the Gao family members, then looked at the man with a sorrowful expression.

The patriarch of a prestigious family with a thousand-year-old lineage was forced to personally lead his men in battle, only to have his entire force reduced to a single survivor. And now, the situation...

Chen Ruoan helped collect the body and led Gao Chengqing to a safe area. Along the way, the head of the Gao family talked about the movements of the supernatural world.

The four major families are closely connected. When the Gao family is in trouble, the other three families are not idle either.

The Lü and Lu families sent reinforcements, and even the young master of the Lü family intended to go to the Northeast. The "Yin-Yang Paper" in the Wang family's "Divine Paint" secret technique played a significant role in communication.

Almost all the extraordinary sects in Northeast China, including Liaodong Tiangang, Huaxingmen, Maigutang, and Guandong Yingshou, participated in the war. Even those small sects that had been hidden away for a long time were driven to the forefront by national and personal vendettas.

Speaking of the situation, Gao Chengqing found it difficult to remain optimistic, especially after the battle at Heifengkou, which completely disrupted the stalemate.

The art of summoning spirits requires generations of family worship to establish a contract with the "spirit" in a specific way, thereby gaining cooperation. Then, the spirit's supernatural powers are borrowed, or a spirit is summoned to possess the spirit in battle. Once the spirit turns against the spirit, the spirit's combat power will be greatly reduced.

"So, why?" Chen Ruoan asked.

Gao Chengqing boldly replied, "Immortals are also foxes. If you put yourself in their shoes, what conditions would make you switch sides at the last minute?"

Normally, a fox might consider the weaknesses of "greed" or "beauty," but with national tragedies looming, Chen Ruoan has no weaknesses at all.

The foxes of Changbai Mountain should be the same. Even if they have no sympathy for "humans" or a desire to punish evil, is the territory of Changbai Mountain not their homeland?

Foxes are typically territorial animals.

"Could it be that Onmyoji and Shrine Maidens have methods to forcibly control spirits?" Chen Ruoan suggested, following the line of thought of "binding spirits and commanding generals".

"I can't imagine such a method," Gao Chengqing sighed.

If such a poisonous technique truly existed, wouldn't the long-standing trust between shamans and spirits become a joke?

"Don't worry, immortals. The ones with problems are all juniors, and Master Biao is already investigating. I believe the truth will come out soon."

Chen Ruoan and Gao Chengqing moved to their mountain camp, arriving at a remote spot in the mountains where several simple wooden houses and thatched huts were built, but no one was left to guard them.

"Nobody's here." Chen Ruoan looked at the empty room.

"They've all gone out."

Amidst the chaos of war, all of Gaojiacheng's properties were seized by the Japanese invaders, and the ancestral home was reduced to ashes. The patriarch of the Gao family, in his seventies, refused to submit to anyone, and resolutely went to the front lines, carrying a gun and a knife.

Out of concern for the survival of the clan, Gao Chengqing secretly entrusted one of his bloodlines to an outsider. All the remaining clan members, regardless of age, who were capable of wielding weapons and running, were sent to various places.

"Immortals, we have nothing to offer you." Gao Chengqing searched for a while, but at this time, there was no food to offer to guests, not even in front of the ancestral tablets of the immortals of Changbai Mountain.

"No need for that."

Chen Ruoan glanced at the simple hall and said, "Find a piece of wood and carve my name on it. If any members of the Gao family want to borrow my help in the future, I will provide it."

“This…” Gao Chengqing was stunned.

"What? Is it because the contract was too easy to conclude, without the cost of generations of time or lives, that you feel uncomfortable?" Chen Ruoan withdrew her gaze and looked back at the man.

"It's a little strange," Gao Chengqing said with an awkward smile.

Even setting up a temple isn't that simple.

"Go do it," Chen Ruoan instructed.

"Hey!" Gao Chengqing, disregarding his exhaustion, hurriedly went out to find a sturdy piece of dry wood, carefully whittled and polished it with a knife, and made it into a simple memorial tablet.

Then, stroke by stroke, Chen Ruoan's name was carved into the wood. After finishing, he held the wooden plaque with both hands and solemnly placed it on the altar in the hall.

"From now on, I'll have to call you Grandpa An."

"No need to be so polite, I haven't been practicing for many years." Considering his mental age, Chen Ruoan is more than ten years younger than Gao Chengqing, so being called "Grandpa" by an elder always feels a bit strange.

It's even stranger than a group of Qing Dynasty loyalists calling each other "Master".

“No, that won’t do. Master An stepped forward when the country was in peril and saved me when I was in mortal danger. I, Gao Chengqing, will never forget such kindness. You deserve this title!”

Among shamans, some people have a deep-seated reverence for spirits. Gao Chengqing's attitude was sincere and resolute, and Chen Ruoan reluctantly accepted the title of "Master".

"Master An, may I ask about your innate supernatural abilities in advance?"

Invoking a spirit to possess one's body and using the spirit's power to enhance physical strength and energy is the most basic method of spirit possession. If a sorcerer has a deeper level of cultivation, he can use a weakened version of his innate supernatural powers while using the spirit's power.

Chen Ruoan thought for a moment and realized that he had studied a rather eclectic range of subjects over the past few years.

What kind of demonic winds, foxfire, cloud-and-rain manipulation, green poison, Gu poison, soul control, mind control, sword energy, wood escape, illusory realm of flowing light...?

As soon as the fox finished listing the items, Gao Chengqing fell into deep thought.

Foxes are known for their allure and illusions, as well as their expertise in healing. However, most fox spirits are proficient in only one skill, and it's unheard of for one to possess so many innate talents and supernatural abilities.

Chen Ruoan stared at the words drawn by the fox's claws, also somewhat puzzled.

In fact, the Wishing Tree is the main trunk of his skill tree, and the rest of his supernatural powers are branches that have grown out. So, can his disciples borrow its power and obtain the power of wishes?

Never mind, I'll just have to try it and see.

"Mr. Gao, why don't we test this supernatural power on the spot?"

"it is good."

Gao Chengqing worshipped devoutly and, following the special method of the shaman, drew a wisp of pure Yin Qi from Chen Ruoan's side and slowly channeled it into his body's meridians.

"This is the power of Master An..."

Old Gao felt his strength surge, and immediately gripped the broadsword at his waist, swinging his arm with a mighty swing.

Three sharp, crescent-shaped sword energies slashed through the air, their cold light chilling and their imposing aura overwhelming.

Aside from the Sword Immortal Sect's specialty, Gao Chengqing didn't borrow any other abilities, but he wasn't disappointed and nodded happily.

This fierce and ruthless approach perfectly suited his brave and fearless nature.

Chen Ruoan observed quietly and figured out one thing: when a shaman borrows his power, he does not inherit it entirely, but rather chooses the most suitable supernatural power to use based on his own personality, aptitude, and talent.

After lending its power, the fox was not tired and had more than enough to lend to a few more people.

This would alleviate a lot of pressure on the surviving members of the Gao family.

Snap, snap!

The lingering power of Gao Chengqing's sword aura had not yet dissipated when two staggering figures hurriedly ran back from the mountain path.

The two Gao family members were covered in wounds, their clothes soaked in blood, and their skin torn in many places, but their faces were filled with uncontrollable smiles.

"Master!" the two shouted in unison.

Gao Chengqing turned slightly to the side, raised his hand to the fox beside him, and introduced, "This is Master An."

The two young men immediately composed themselves, bowed respectfully, and then eagerly shared the good news.

In the Nangang Mountain area, a branch of Changbai Mountain, the Gao family and the disciples of Liaodong Tiangang were locked in a fierce battle with the ninja. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. Just as the battle was at a stalemate, a group of peasant volunteers who happened to be passing by seized the opportunity and wiped out the ninja.