Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Your clever tricks won't work on me!

As the bullets were deflected, a sword aura flew past.

"I can still defend!"

Abe roared, but the expected fierce collision did not occur. The sealing array eye of the Five Elements Formation was broken by the sword energy, and the "curtain" hanging in the sky slowly dissipated. The Japanese soldiers with guns were on high alert, aiming at the badly damaged warehouse.

"shot!"

Both sides suffered losses, and once the armed forces intervened, they could decisively win the battle. Abe Masayoshi disregarded his dignity and began to command the troops surrounding the warehouse.

At the command of the leading Japanese soldier, bullets rained down like a storm, drawing flickering lines of fire in the darkness.

"What a pity, farewell forever, fox!" the Onmyoji roared.

"Farewell." Chen Ruoan waved goodbye.

It seems unlikely that he will become the number one player on the Japanese server in the future.

A hail of bullets rained down, riddling Abe's plain white hunting robe with holes and staining it with glaring blood. His five-ribbed bat fan flew off and fell to the ground. Several bloody holes exploded in his shoulder and chest, and his hair was stuck to his pale face with blood. He staggered and knelt down.

Why?

"The barrier is broken. When did you get the idea that I didn't use the Flowing Light Illusion? This fox loves to play tricks on people's minds with illusions and the like." Chen Ruoan leaped onto the roof and looked down at the dying man.

Damn, this is exhausting. I almost had to use my most treasured secret weapon.

Chen Ruoan examined the group, bewildered by the illusion, and then looked at the lifeless Onmyoji. Since he was a renowned figure in the Japanese entertainment world, he would help the fox gain fame.

Under the clear moonlight, the illusion woven with golden light gradually shattered. Chen Ruoan stood on the eaves under the moonlight, holding an oil-paper umbrella at an angle.

I figured this scum wouldn't have any real talent for naming things, so I might as well let the fox boast about himself and bestow a title upon me.

"Gentlemen, if any ants survive the upcoming heavenly fire, please inform your superiors that those who slew the prodigy of the Tsuchimikado family today..."

"The Eastern Peak Demon-Slaying Emperor of the Mysterious Heaven".

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, heavenly fire began to fall. Chen Ruoan, holding an umbrella and with her back against the fiercely burning blue flames, slowly walked towards the forest path.

Chapter 114 Your name is quite intimidating.

In September, the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms from the courtyard drifted into the Wang family study, mingling with the aroma of ink and dispelling the gloom that had long permeated the room.

The head of the Wang family opened the window, admiring the increasingly autumnal scenery, and rubbed the ink stains off his hands.

The Gao family, one of the four great families with a thousand-year-old lineage in the world of supernatural beings, rapidly declined. Northeast China fell to the Japanese, North China was constantly infiltrated by Japan, and the central region was also embroiled in fierce fighting due to the Nationalist government's policy of "pacifying the country before resisting foreign aggression"...

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. In this chaotic world, it is by no means easy to protect one's wealth with one's fists. What should I do when the flames of war spread to the vicinity of the Wang family's residence?"

Just then, a plump young master with a full moon-shaped face, a round and rich appearance, and a sturdy build rushed over. He was wearing a dark blue silk robe with a dark pattern, with silver buttons at the collar, and carrying a thick stack of papers in his arms.

Wang Ai called out, "Father, we're running out of yin-yang paper this time. Hedgehog's brother is planning to go to the Northeast. When will our Wang family send someone there?"

“Oh dear, my silly baby, why send someone over there for no reason? The divine magic of our Wang family is far more useful in communication than one or two insignificant supernatural beings.”

The Yin-Yang paper in the Wang family's secret technique "Divine Painting" consists of two parts: black paper and white paper. No matter what you draw on the Yin paper, whether it's spit or blood, it will appear on the Yang paper, making it a means of long-distance communication.

Yin-yang paper has rare and ingenious uses in communication and preventing intelligence leaks.

Wang Ai tugged at her father's clothes, refusing to let it go, saying, "If you don't send someone over, how am I supposed to deliver the letter to Shi Hua? Didn't Father say that we should get closer? I don't even know if she's doing well in the Northeast."

"Silly child, he doesn't have feelings for you."

"How do you know Shihua doesn't have feelings for me?" Wang Ai was a bit stubborn. Her father was both angry and helpless, so he had no choice but to pass the buck to the Lü family: "Aren't you close to Lü Ci? Let him help worry about it. Anyway, the Lü family is going to the battlefield."

"Oh, then I'll go contact Hedgehog." Wang Ai, clutching a piece of paper with black and white markings, hurriedly ran out the door.

"That silly boy." The father smiled as he watched his son leave. At that moment, a series of characters appeared on the pile of "yang paper" on the desk, densely packed and filling the pages.

"Ok?"

"The Japanese supernatural forces around Antu have been eliminated. The Liaodong Tiangang and Huaxingmen sects have temporarily escaped the crisis of annihilation. The prodigy of the Tsuchimikado family has been killed. In addition to the supernatural beings assigned by the military, some skilled Japanese individuals have flowed into the Northeast due to personal grudges. And..."

The head of the Wang family examined the following contents, stroked his chin, and smiled.

Throughout history, no spirit has ever been known to care so much about human affairs. It is quite a rare and interesting story that a "celestial being" has made a name for himself amidst war.

"Next, reinforcements?"

"Fighting and killing are really not suited to a scholarly family like the Wang family. However, considering the goodwill accumulated by our ancestors, I will still help you spread this letter within the circle. How many extraordinary people will lend a helping hand depends on your luck."

The head of the Wang family picked up his pen and channeled his Qi to write the contents of the letter onto the Yin paper, which was then transmitted to the various schools of thought that had kept the Yang paper.

···

Fox Fairy Hall in Jinxi Village, Jiangxi Province.

Incense smoke curled up in front of the memorial tablet, and a fox's head materialized in the smoke, gazing down at the Taoist priest below.

Zhang Zhiwei wasn't wearing a Taoist robe, but only a thin, coarse cloth short jacket, with the long sleeves neatly rolled up to below the knuckles.

"The Eastern Peak Demon-Slaying Emperor Xuantian? You fox, your title is really intimidating. How many places have you tried to scam?"

Chen Ruoan explained one by one: "First of all, I am a fox from Mount Tai, so there is no problem with Mount Dongyue."

"perhaps."

"I'm asking you this: did I go out to wipe out demons?"

"Yes."

"Am I a black fox? Am I from the north? Am I a creature of nature?"

"Yes."

“It’s not appropriate for a male fox to be called a Yuanjun, but it should be fine to use the title of an Emperor.”

"It's hard to say." Zhang Zhiwei crossed his arms, unable to argue with the fox.

Even if the immortals and gods were real beings, they would most likely not care about the fox's "arrogance." At most, they would strike him a few more times during his tribulation, which would be a minor matter.

After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, he recalled the recent movements of several schools of thought and added, "Because the Japanese Tendai and Shingon sects participated in the invasion, the three Putuo temples, which have always been secluded from the world, have also sent people out, which is very much a purge of their own sects. This will probably relieve the pressure on your side."

"It's a pity that my area is in such a chaotic state, otherwise I could have gone to the Northeast to lend a hand."

Chen Ruoan replied, "Just do what you can do."

The Longhu Mountain area is a strategic link connecting northeastern Jiangxi with the Central Soviet Area. It played an important role in restraining and supporting the anti-"encirclement and suppression" campaign. The Zhengyi Taoist priests in the mountains had long been sent out by Zhang Jingqing to support the struggle in the surrounding areas.

The Taoist priests are away, and life isn't easy for them either.

The surrounding area was embroiled in internal strife, with fighting breaking out among their own people. Some worldly individuals chose the wrong side, unwittingly joining the battle. The civil war, in form, became an armed conflict between compatriots, causing profound national trauma and exhibiting an objective appearance of "fratricide"...

People with extraordinary abilities have a higher perspective than ordinary people, and many Taoist priests inevitably feel bewildered in the face of this phenomenon.

In comparison, Chen Ruoan was much luckier.

The fox's enemy is crystal clear.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the sky; it was about time to set off.

"Fox, this world is truly difficult. War rages on, and we don't know when it will end. If we can wait until the day when the land is restored and the world is at peace, perhaps we can travel together again and see the beautiful landscape after the world is at peace. When that time comes, shouldn't you give me a ride?"

"Come on, the country is at peace now, who would want to travel with a Taoist priest? I would naturally choose a suitable wife and take her to see the beautiful scenery of this peaceful and prosperous world."

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled and waved his hand helplessly: "Traveling in chaotic times is fine, but it's not possible to be a Taoist priest in prosperous times?"

I treated you as my Daoist partner, but you only wanted me to be your henchman.

"I'm heartbroken, I'm leaving."

Before stepping out of the Fox Fairy Hall, Zhang Zhiwei turned back and gave a word of advice: "Fox, war is a calamity, and it will naturally not be smooth sailing or peaceful. Be careful in everything you do."

"Don't worry," Chen Ruoan replied with a smile, "Foxes don't have any other special skills, except for escaping."

"What if there's no way to escape, or no way to escape at all?"

"We'll have to wait and see," the fox replied, as the divine power emanating from the incense gradually dissipated.

When Chen Ruoan recalled Zhang Zhiwei's words again, it was already the bitterly cold winter, and the Laoheishan Mountain in the southeast of the Changbai Mountains was shrouded in heavy, leaden clouds.

The black rocks were as still as cast iron, the wind howled carrying volcanic ash, the sea of ​​stones was as ferocious as solidified waves, and the faint sound of cannons could be heard in the distance, rolling muffledly in the belly of the mountain, making people feel heavy-hearted and unable to breathe.

Zhang Zhiwei's prophetic words came true.

Throughout the fox's life, he could avoid many troublesome and difficult things by running away. But in this chaotic world, there are some things and responsibilities that he could not escape or avoid. Even if he had mastered the wonderful art of escape, he still had to grit his teeth and face them head-on.

Chen Ruoan stood in the wind at the edge of the crater, a sunken funnel-shaped terrain, surrounded by Shinto witches, two sects of sorcerers, ronin, geishas, ​​and the Onmyoji of the Tsuchimikado family, as well as Shiro Hannya from the Tengu Clan.

Representatives from all major Japanese schools gathered, totaling seventeen people. If you include the eight barrier masters forming an array in the distance, the number becomes twenty-five.

“I’ve already said it, in a sense, this fox is easy to catch,” said the leader of the Tsuchimikado family. “Today, my young master’s debt will definitely be collected.”

"I am truly flattered by this grand display today." In front of Chen Ruoan, in addition to the Japanese strange people dressed in various costumes, seven or eight shikigami appeared.

The Tsuchimikado family's revenge...

It really is true that killing the young brings forth the old.

Sometimes the fox was quite envious. He had been in Changbai Mountain for so long, yet not a single old man was willing to stand up for him.

Chapter 115 The "Old Man" Has Arrived

No sooner had the Tsuchimikado family given their order than Hannya, wearing a white mask, arrived with a dozen or more people.

Among these people were farmers with fearful faces and tattered clothes, and captured soldiers covered in wounds but still glaring angrily.

A thick rope was used to tie them up like livestock, and each of them was forced to kneel on the edge of the crater with their hands tied behind their backs.

A cold-faced ronin stood guard to the side, his gleaming blade pressed firmly against the neck of the old man in the front row. The cold light reflected off the old man's pale face, and beads of blood were faintly seeping out.

For Chen Ruoan, there could be no worse or more disgusting situation.

With a low shout from the leader of the Tsuchimikado family, the barrier masters concentrated and cast spells, and the eight-directional barrier took shape.

To prevent unexpected changes, each key point of the barrier was guarded by a mobile Japanese force of about twenty men.

In this battle, the Tsuchimikado family had calculated every detail meticulously, believing their plan to be flawless.

The Gao family and Liaodong Tiangang, who were able to come to their aid, had already been ambushed and held back on their way by Bai Banruo and her group; the Huaxingmen was severely weakened and unable to provide assistance; and the two extraordinary forces, the Burial Hall and the Guandong Hard Hand, had been completely wiped out two months ago.

The secular anti-Japanese national salvation army was isolated and helpless, no match for the empire's elite troops. Now, the major forces were struggling to survive themselves and had no energy to worry about a fox.