Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Bai Mo didn’t know what this was... but he had some confidence in his heart.

"In Sequence Six cultivation, I am the first across all times!

"If even I cannot pass through this Douluo Heaven, then who can?"

He could clearly see that these patches of mist weren’t anything else but densely packed Sequence characters, delicate to the extreme! Words formed by these letters spun into sentences, strung together into Chapters, amassed into patches of dense fog, posing countless challenges!

He looked at the mist before him, looked at the challenge, and with a heart thought, he provided answers, seeing through the challenges, seeing through the mist.

Another challenge, another answer.

Another challenge, another answer...

This way, as he broke through challenge after challenge, layer upon layer, line upon line of mist unraveled!

Bai Mo stopped reciting.

Sweeping his gaze over the mist, wherever it landed, the mist was pierced through!

His gaze swept around, and the mist was seen through in circles!

His gaze reached into the distance, and the mist was seen through along the path!

"Huh? What’s this?"

Bai Mo suddenly saw, amidst the swirling mist, a pile... of Alchemy Furnaces?

They were all sorts and sizes of Alchemy Furnaces, stacked crookedly like a small mountain.

At the bottom was a tiny hand warmer pot, like a crock.

Above it, a white furnace the size of a washbasin, resembling ceramics.

Higher up, a bronze Alchemy Furnace the size of a wagon wheel.

At the very top was one as large as a water jar, gilded in gold and silver, engraved with beast-faced inscriptions, opulent beyond compare!

"What does this mean?

"Take one back and get promoted?"

As Bai Mo pondered, he suddenly heard footsteps. An Ancient Immortal appeared, dressed in robes and crowned, walking out from the mist, towards him.

This Ancient Immortal’s eyes and ears were covered by the hand of the mist, hidden from the back of the head and heavenly spirit, probing and feeling his way towards Bai Mo.

When he was just a step away, the Ancient Immortal bent slightly and bellowed loudly!

"Junior brother, why are you still dawdling?!

"Hurry up and start searching!

"Find the Alchemy Furnace you fancy, take it away, and you will be Sequence Five, the Grass Pill Master!"

Bai Mo frowned, sizing him up and down.

What’s up with this guy?

The Ancient Immortal wore a weird smile on his face.

"Don’t be afraid!

"I’m the Immortal Child of this Douluo Heaven!

"Specifically responsible for guiding newcomers like you!

"How is it, being blindfolded and earplugged, not quite comfortable, not too adaptable, scared to take action?

"I’ll teach you a good trick!

"Don’t just stand there stupidly, kneel down!

"Kneel down, crawl slowly, search with your hands! Then you won’t be afraid of not seeing, hahaha!"

Bai Mo paused, showing a peculiar expression.

"Then why don’t you kneel?"

The Ancient Immortal chuckled.

"My eyes and ears have been covered for so long in this Douluo Heaven.

"They have gradually adjusted.

"Though I can’t see clearly, I can make out vague shadows.

"Though I can’t hear distinctly, I can catch the general movement.

"I naturally don’t need to kneel!

"As for you, stop the nonsense!

"The altar beneath your feet won’t support you for long!

"Quickly kneel, quickly seek the Alchemy Furnace!"

Beside Bai Mo, from the mist emerged a second Ancient Immortal, a third Ancient Immortal, a fourth Ancient Immortal...

Each wore robes and crowns, their eyes and ears covered, their backheads and heavenly spirits hidden.

They gathered around Bai Mo, each with a bizarre smile.

Each raised their voice and shouted loudly!

Shouts from every direction assailed Bai Mo!

"Quickly kneel, quickly seek the Alchemy Furnace!"

"Quickly kneel, quickly seek the Alchemy Furnace!"

"Quickly kneel, quickly seek the Alchemy Furnace!"

Bai Mo surveyed the scene, seeing these people of all shapes and sizes, some fair-skinned, some with beards, even a young lady and two women, acting stupid, surrounding Bai Mo, shouting loudly!

"Quickly kneel, quickly seek the Alchemy Furnace!"

Bai Mo ignored them, keeping his gaze cast into the distance.

Where his gaze reached, where green light pierced through, the mist melted away like ice and snow, revealing the scenery beyond.

Gradually, Bai Mo realized that there wasn’t just one pile of Alchemy Furnaces.

There was a second pile of Alchemy Furnaces, stacked like a small mountain, the base was a crock hand warmer, the midsection a small bronze furnace, the peak was a cloisonné furnace!

There was a third pile of Alchemy Furnaces, stacked like a small mountain, the base was a crock wine jar, the midsection a small bronze furnace, the peak was a turquoise Stone Furnace!

Fourth, fifth...

Bai Mo looked at the Ancient Immortals who stopped shouting, each with a face full of anticipation, each with eyes covered, each showing a grotesque smile, and he spoke softly.

"I... I fancy a cloisonné furnace.

"How should I take it? Should I lift it with my hands?"

The Ancient Immortal with the grim smile quieted down for a moment, suppressing his ecstatic joy and laughter.

"No no no... you can touch the Alchemy Furnace with your hands, but you can’t lift it, take it away.

"To take away the Alchemy Furnace, you need a Knowledge Container!

"Use your Knowledge Container, clamp the Alchemy Furnace, lift it, do you understand?"

Bai Mo frowned.

Huh?

Is there such a way?

But after a brief consideration, it’s not hard to find that this statement actually makes some sense.

Bai Mo nodded.

"I understand all that you’ve said.

"So, another question.

"What are you all laughing at?"

As soon as he said this, the scene instantly fell silent.

One by one, the Ancient Immortals standing around Bai Mo had their smiles frozen.

"Junior Brother, what are you talking about?"

"Did we laugh?"

"Seeing you, Junior Brother, makes me very happy."

"Isn’t it right to laugh?"

"You can see us laughing?"

"You can even see laughter?"

The Ancient Immortals became more and more agitated, each looking deranged!

"Aren’t your eyes covered?"

"Can you see?"

"How can you see?!"

"Why aren’t your eyes covered?!"

"Everyone attack together, catch him! Don’t let him go back!"

"Hold down his hands and feet!"

"Make the sacrificial altar collapse, let him stay here forever, let him always accompany us!"

One by one, the Ancient Immortals leaped forward, faces twisted in rage, reaching out for the sound, from all directions, grabbing towards Bai Mo!

A withered hand reaching for Bai Mo’s shoulder!

A slender hand descending towards Bai Mo’s neck!

An Ancient Immortal collapsing forward, embracing Bai Mo’s legs!

A grim face lunging at Bai Mo’s waist!

...

But in the next moment!

Buzz!

Amidst a heavy buzzing sound, a brilliant azure light erupted around Bai Mo!

Suddenly, seven Bronze Great Tripods appeared out of thin air, forming a circle, protecting him in the center!

Forcing the advancing Ancient Immortals to be flung away!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Like a celestial scattering of flowers, the Ancient Immortals were knocked flying in all directions, drawing arcs and rolling several meters before coming to a stop like tumbling gourds.

Bai Mo did not strike a killer blow.

The Great Tripods around him pulsated and rotated, floating and sinking!

The azure light from the Great Tripods shone on him, illuminating his face, piercing through the vast mist!

His voice was icy.

Looking at the Ancient Immortals who were getting up, seeing their chests sunken, shoulders collapsed, each one with blood-stained robes, coughing up bloody foam.

"What exactly are you things?"

Then he saw these Ancient Immortals unexpectedly, unanimously, face Bai Mo, kneel down, and kowtow.

Their eyes, obscured by the mist, were now illuminated by the azure light of Bai Mo’s Knowledge Container!

Their twisted smiles vanished, replaced by tear-filled eyes and faces full of grievance.

They knelt deeply, their foreheads touching the ground, each one sobbing and wailing.

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

"We don’t know what year it is today, don’t know which era it is, but today, we again see the Pot, again see the Emperor."

"Whimpering..."

"Whimpering..."

Their tears were like a breached dam, faces turned to the ground, features distorted as if to cry out endless grievances from the long years.

"We offended the Emperor, unforgivable even in death!"

"The Emperor can kill us at will!"

"But before that, Emperor! Please, listen to our grievances!"

"Whimper... whimper..."

All those kneeling deeply around Bai Mo were crying bitterly.

Bai Mo stood in the middle, somewhat embarrassed.

He wasn’t the Emperor, they had misunderstood... but their grievances, it wouldn’t hurt to listen to them.

"You, speak."