Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

"Would you do us the honor of attending our concert?"

"I know you’re in charge of the Immortal security, so you must come, haha.

"But, could your... uh... relatives, friends, classmates and such, also do us the honor?"

While speaking, the agent glanced slyly around the corridor, saw no one else, and took out a thick stack of tickets, stuffing them into Zhang Shan’s hand.

"They’re all inner area tickets, all good seats!

"You might not know, but these inner area tickets are not cheap, hard to sell!

"But it looks bad if the inner area isn’t filled with people.

"Please do us a favor, invite some relatives and friends to fill the inner area, help us create a lively scene."

Zhang Shan’s expression was strange, instinctively pinching the stack of tickets. When he looked down, he saw a stack of hard card inner area tickets with black and gold colors. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed there was an envelope tucked in with the tickets.

"You’re giving me tickets and an envelope, this is really... It’s not necessary..."

Zhang Shan pulled out the envelope, frowned, and was about to return it to the agent.

Suddenly, he noticed the envelope felt strange; what was inside felt soft?

He looked up to see the agent’s odd expression and peculiar smile.

He opened the envelope, peeking inside, and was shocked to see a Human Skin Talisman, with blood-red runes on its surface, so red it was blinding, so red it made his head spin, so red it made his body wobble, and he became disoriented, slipping into a dreamlike state.

...

Whoosh...

Dark clouds covered the sky, and a fierce wind howled.

A small river flowed, gushing by.

"Huh?"

Zhang Shan found himself standing in front of a thatched cottage, clutching the envelope, which still felt soft inside.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Shan saw the thatched cottage door open, and Round Stone Ancient Immortal peeked out halfway.

Inside the thatched cottage, candlelight flickered, and there was another figure. Was it the King of Darkness?

And astonishingly, there was a faintly bloody smell coming from the thatched cottage?

What were the Ancient Immortal and the King of Darkness doing?

The Ancient Immortal glanced at Zhang Shan, reached out, and took the envelope from his hand.

"Alright, you can go back now."

He casually pushed Zhang Shan out of the dream realm, holding the envelope as he returned to the thatched cottage.

"Which Immortal sent this letter?"

Round Stone Ancient Immortal extracted the Blood Talisman from the envelope and scrutinized it under the candlelight on the table.

"Oh?

"It’s him?

"That lunatic, he’s still alive in the present world?"

Round Stone Ancient Immortal was mildly surprised.

He continued to examine the talisman, slowly reaching the end, unable to suppress a chuckle.

"Hehehe, this is quite good."

On the small bed beside, the King of Darkness lay, his plump body resembling a small hill.

He lifted his head.

"Master, who sent it? What do they want?"

Round Stone Ancient Immortal chuckled.

"It’s an old buddy named Snake-tailed, a... lunatic!

"He wants to do something big in West State and hopes we can cooperate.

"If he can pull it off... my good student, the Purified Void Body you need for cultivation will be within reach!"

The Ancient Immortal balled up the Blood Talisman and stuffed it into the hand of the King of Darkness.

"After returning to the present world, use your connections to send this Blood Talisman to Tie Pi Immortal, let him take a look!

"And all other immortals connected with West State, let them see it too!

"If Snake-tailed accomplishes his task, everyone will benefit!"

...

"Ah!"

In the parking lot, when Zhang Shan abruptly awakened, drenched in sweat, he was surprised to discover he was already sitting in the car, his hands on the steering wheel.

Autumn’s bright sunlight poured through the car’s windshield, and the light leather and gasoline smell wafted into his nostrils.

"I... this..."

He recalled everything that had just happened and immediately pressed his tongue against his fangs, biting his own tongue!

"Hiss..."

The sharp pain in his tongue made him shudder.

He then hurriedly took out his phone, dialing Chairman Chen Shu’s number to report this matter!

"Hello, Chairman, I just finished checking Hu Tiantian’s song, and the song’s fine.

"But her agent is suspicious, that agent gave me a stack of inner area tickets, and also..."

At this point, Zhang Shan’s mind suddenly got stuck.

What else did that agent give him?

He couldn’t remember!

They gave him... gave him a stack of inner area tickets!

He reached into his pocket with his other hand and, sure enough, found a thick stack of hard card inner area tickets!

"And what else?"

On the phone, Chairman Chen Shu’s voice came through.

Zhang Shan frowned.

"Each of those inner area tickets costs thousands. Should I even accept them?"

On the phone, Chairman Chen Shu sighed with relief and laughed.

"You scared me for a moment, thought something happened.

"Just take them.

"It’s no big deal. No worries.

"Let our Immortal Technique Committee members take the tickets, enjoy the concert, and ensure on-site safety."

Zhang Shan nodded.

"Got it, understood."

He smiled as he started the car and released the handbrake, preparing to return to the Immortal Committee.

...

"After finishing reading the scriptures of the Cyan Emperor and Flowing Fire Emperor, it seems... still not enough for me to form a tripod."

Drip-drip-drip...

The car drove through vast medicinal fields.

Bai Mo observed the content on his tablet, clicking his tongue in wonder.

The scriptures of the two Emperors, plus a warehouse full of insights from the Fallen Immortal’s cultivation, he had read them all. But he didn’t feel knowledge had reached perfection. Instead, he was more confused.

Because... in the writings of the Cyan Emperor and Flowing Fire Emperor, there were quite significant differences!

For a moment, Bai Mo couldn’t figure out who was right or wrong?

Beside Bai Mo, Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot leaned against his shoulder.

One served tea to the master.

"Yingyingying!"

One served cake to the master.

"Owowo!"

Bai Mo smiled, accepting the tea, taking a sip.

Then he accepted the cake, breaking it into two pieces, and gave one half to each of his fox apprentices.

As for the one driving up front, Overalls...

"...The cake left in the tray, let Overalls have it later."

Swipe...

The car drove past the Octagonal Peach Forest.

Bai Mo’s Divine Sense spread like the wind, blowing into the peach forest, into the earth, inspecting the roots of these peach trees.

He sensed the black and yellow soil, sensed the main trunks, the finer branches of the root systems, sensed detail after detail.

The viewpoints concerning certain issues in the writings of the two Emperors floated up in his mind, crashing and comparing against each other, verified with the tangible tree roots in the peach forest.

Swipe...

The car drove straight through without slowing down, heading to the next medicinal field.

Bai Mo’s eyes were lost in thought, the knowledge in his mind and his own experiences clashed, igniting sparks and flashes of insight.

"What they said, they’re both right? And also, not quite right?"

He lifted the hot tea, taking a sip.

Overalls, driving up front, was very excited!

"Owowo!"

It had been a long time since it took the Master out for a drive! Today, the Master determined the route, it could thoroughly enjoy it!

Swipe...

The car rushed toward the medicinal field where the Sword Casting Immortal Root was located.

In the care of a group of foxes, this once nearly dead immortal root sprouted once more, with fluffy green appearing on its crown.

Bai Mo’s Divine Sense spread like the wind, sweeping over this Immortal Root, observing it.

"Oh?

"This tree is indeed the handiwork of the Flowing Fire Emperor!

"Many of the Emperor’s understandings of root systems are reflected in this tree!"

As he observed, he contemplated, while also verifying the Cyan Emperor’s theories.

"It’s a pity that only the writings of these two were found in Fox Mountain. If there were remnants from a third Emperor, a three-way comparative analysis would be even better."

But Bai Mo understood, this problem indeed had no solution...

The Flowing Fire Emperor and the Qing Fu Emperor, these two alone occupied a millennium in the river of history. The Emperors before them were truly ancient and distant. Even if they left behind writings, they would likely be lost in the long river of time.

Swipe...

The car departed from the Sword Casting Immortal Root.

Bai Mo’s mind was more tumultuous, his thoughts more active, but it seemed there was something, some new idea, about to break through!

"This... this feeling...

"Let’s go, first to meet with Big Nose and others! Switch to their car!"