Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

"Good night."

"Good night."

Bam!

After saying goodnight to Wu Qingyun, Bai Mo hugged his apprentice Croissant and closed the door to his small bedroom.

"If you call it small, it’s only relative to the outside room. It’s not small. Truly luxurious."

The beige light illuminated the wallpaper and carpet, the solid wood cabinet reflected a glossy sheen, and the spacious bed was covered with soft cotton blankets and pillows.

Bai Mo, grinning widely while holding his apprentice Croissant, walked towards the big bed.

Each step he took left footprints where slender, curling vine silk sprouted. These emerald-green vine silks spread and meandered across the floor, growing under the bed, along the walls, climbing up, covering the whole room in a complete 360-degree enclosure, leaving no corner uncovered!

Some of the vine silks wrapped around the doorknob and latch.

Some vine silks grew black eyeballs that rolled around, glancing everywhere frenziedly.

Some climbed onto the room’s light switches, which, with Bai Mo’s heart thought, "click," switched off the hallway light, "click," turned off the chandelier, and "click," turned off the nightlight.

The only light left in the entire room streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the vine silk crawling on the window glass.

"This bed looks nice!"

"Ying ying ying!"

Croissant, smiling broadly, jumped out of the master’s arms, performed a diving position, and leaped onto the big bed.

Bai Mo jumped too!

Then a white mist, blurring reality and dream, rose from the bed, and the master and apprentice both fell into the mist, returning to Fox Mountain.

...

Next door, Hu Shanjiu lay on a soft big bed, his head sunk into the down pillow, feeling even his bushy beard became much more comfortable.

"Hmm? Hmm?"

He twitched his nose, sniffing the fragrance of the bedding and pillows.

"Sigh, truly enjoyable!

"This scent... this... this... the scent of lavender!

"In high-end suites, even the bedding is fragrant, I admire it!

"Do they use lavender to scent the cotton blankets?"

In his mind, the voice of Ancient Immortal came.

"Isn’t it just the scent of laundry detergent?"

Hu Shanjiu was stunned for a moment, then sniffed the scent again, exploring with his nose.

It... really seemed like it?

"Uh, well, it’s not important.

"It’s not that I’m inexperienced.

"Sigh... uh... let’s begin, let my master uncle come out to sense that sword."

Ignoring the mocking voice of the Ancient Immortal Master, Hu Shanjiu sat up cross-legged, as a white mist, blurring reality and dream, emanated from him.

In the white mist, an elder with hair and beard all white, wearing a white robe, climbed out!

The elder appeared drowsy, half-transparent, with his eyes drooping as though not fully awake.

Moving slowly, he crawled out of the mist, sitting cross-legged on the bed facing Hu Shanjiu.

Although the windows were closed, the elder seemed as if unable to bear the wind, as if the wind would blow him away. His shoulder shook, and he almost stumbled... indeed, Hu Shanjiu grabbed his arm.

"Probably a waiter passing by outside.

"Master Uncle, be careful!"

Now it was nighttime, with no sun.

Yet for this master uncle, being in reality was still very dangerous, very strenuous!

A little oversight, and he could be blown away by the yang energy of a passing human!

His master uncle nodded, beginning to search for that sword.

The elder then tilted his head, extending his nose, gently twitching his nose at the air, starting... to sniff.

Hu Shanjiu’s face was full of embarrassment.

"Master Uncle, no need to sniff, this lavender is just the scent of laundry detergent."

In his mind, the Ancient Immortal Master angrily scolded.

"Don’t disturb your master uncle!

"He’s not sniffing your bedding and pillow; he’s smelling the sword, smelling the scent of that sword!"

Hu Shanjiu felt even more embarrassed.

As the heir of the Sword Grinding Holy Land, he had only just reached Sequence Eight, his strength not very strong, his knowledge not extensive.

...

Whoosh...

Strong winds poured into the Fox Mountain Bronze Hall.

Warehouse manager Bai Liandan’Er, along with Butterfly Knot and Small and Big Eyes, were all gathered around the master’s desk, all looking quite dismayed.

"Ying ying ying?"

Are the medicines on the desk all expiring?

"Ow ow ow?"

How could the expiration date already be near after such a short time?

Bai Mo stroked these bottles, taking note of the apprentices’ odd expressions.

"Well... no need to be too distressed?

"These medicinal soups have been sitting in the warehouse for one or two years already.

"They haven’t been of much use all this time.

"If they’re expiring, just get rid of them."

Bai Liandan’Er hung her head, finding it hard to accept.

"Ying ying ying."

There’s still too many!

"Only a total of eight bottles, and... there’s too many left in our warehouse to even count."

Butterfly Knot furrowed her brows, thinking for a long time, gesturing and speaking fox language, offering advice to the master.

"Ying ying ow ow ow..."

Bai Mo watched for a while, speechless.

"You mean, give these medicines to the mask to drink?

"That won’t do!

"The one we gave the mask before could nurture the Immortal Artifact.

"These eight bottles... uh... they’re all poisonous."

Small and Big Eyes frowned, staring at the medicine bottles on the table. After a long while, he suddenly smiled broadly, gesturing furiously with a suggestion.

"Ow ow ow, ying ying, ow ow ow..."

Bai Mo watched for a moment.

"You mean, take these medicines to the Little Volcano Military Factory and trade them for something else?"

Small and Big Eyes, full of pride, raised his head and chest, nodding affirmatively.

They’re all expiring products, so selling them cheaper is fine, and they could trade for something else.

Bai Mo pondered for a moment.

"That... also won’t work.

"These eight bottles of medicinal soup are too dangerous for the Immortal Committee, too difficult to manage."

Is nothing possible?

The few magical foxes looked at each other, ears drooping, feeling dejected.

"Ying..."

"Ow..."

The unused medicines in the warehouse don’t worry them; that’s the backbone of Fox Mountain!