Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

The autumn chill in West State is becoming more intense.

In the early morning, the entire city was even enveloped in a thick fog.

Bai Mo sat in his office, looking out at the white, misty scene outside the window.

"It’s indeed getting colder."

He patted his pure black suit and continued to look at the computer screen, reviewing the literature on the roots of the current world.

Coincidentally, the document he was reading came from Chimen University in the Sakura Region.

Let’s be honest, the level of this document is actually quite good?

"Very rigorous, very detailed, expending considerable resources, and indeed achieving some good results..."

Bai Mo’s mouse hovered over a chart in the document, examining the data one by one, sighing as he looked.

Sitting next to him, Fang Xiaoyu, also dressed in a black suit, was helping Bai Mo’s fox pup, Grape Cake, get dressed!

Grape Cake held its head high, paws apart confidently, with its chubby belly sticking out, feeling smug as Fang Xiaoyu dressed it in a shirt and tied a bowtie... Today it was going to join the master in receiving Miyamoto Rokuzo, attend the banquet, and participate in important occasions! It needed to dress up and not embarrass the master!

While reading the paper, Bai Mo suddenly saw a message pop up at the bottom right corner of the desktop.

It was sent by Mo Lanyou.

[Today’s reception stirred up quite a buzz online!]

[Quick, go check the Immortal Discussion Forum]

Huh?

What kind of buzz could there be?

Bai Mo frowned slightly and opened the forum. Upon seeing the first post, he was a bit dumbfounded.

[Miyamoto Rokuzo’s visit is timely! Strongly suggest the Immortal Committee take this opportunity to introduce Ninjas, Wandering Swordsmen, Yin Yang Masters, and Divine Attendant Witches]

[Their extraordinary abilities are sufficiently strong, and importantly, they’re not from Ancient Immortals]

[Objectively speaking, their extraordinary abilities come from themselves and might be stronger than ours]

Bai Mo’s expression was odd, and as he read further, to his surprise, there were quite a few people expressing support.

[Makes sense, suggest introducing them]

[Today’s reception is a great opportunity]

[Could it be that this reception was organized for this purpose?]

[Makes sense, perhaps the Immortal Committee has already considered introducing them]

[Wondering what cost needs to be paid for their introduction]

[For the future, some sacrifices are worth it]

However, some people expressed opposition.

[You all don’t understand a thing, if they’re not of our kind, their hearts will differ]

[I don’t fancy their stuff]

[Ancient Immortals aren’t of the same kind as us either, relying on Ancient Immortals is worse than relying on them]

[Why rely on them?]

Bai Mo pondered for a moment, smacked his lips.

"Could this really be the doing of internet trolls stirring things up?"

He forwarded the post link to Fang Xiaoyu and instructed, "Have the forum colleagues identify and address these misleading trolls quickly."

Fang Xiaoyu, having just finished tying Grape Cake’s bowtie, responded promptly, turned to the computer screen, checked the link Bai Mo sent, and opened the chat window to contact the forum’s management department.

Soon after, she looked at Bai Mo with a peculiar expression.

"Expert Bai Mo, I obtained the identities of those stirring users.

"Well... there really aren’t any trolls.

"They’re mostly teenagers or young adults in their twenties, some even relatives of the Immortal Committee.

"They... um... genuinely think that way."

Bai Mo froze for a moment, frowned, suddenly realizing that this reception task might be more complex than expected?

Perhaps... he needed to bring in a seasoned veteran to help out?

He took out his phone, found Master Chong, and sent a message.

[Are you free today?]

[Can you help me drive?]

...

At ten-thirty in the morning, the sun rose high and the fog dissipated.

In front of the Golden Emperor Hotel, the parking plaza was temporarily disabled, a heavy red carpet stretched out from the door, and both sides of the carpet were crowded with journalists carrying cameras of various kinds, discussing fervently and waiting anxiously.

"Unexpectedly, this reception is quite popular?"

"It’s hit the hot searches several times already."

"Is that the official reporter from the Immortal Discussion Forum over there, streaming live?"

"Does your agency have the privilege to shoot inside the venue?"

"Wishful thinking, we are just a small media outlet, how could we have that clout?"

Outside the plaza, a dozen Immortal Technique Committee Members were chatting and laughing while waiting.

Committee Member Gu Lin stood in the center, raising his wrist to check his watch.

"It’s already ten-thirty now.

"According to the plan, Expert Bai Mo arrives at ten forty to prepare with us to welcome the guests here.

"The Sakura Delegation will arrive at ten fifty, they will first go into the hotel banquet hall with Expert Bai Mo, chat for a bit, and start having lunch at ten fifty."

As everyone was talking, they suddenly saw a long procession of dozens of cars driving over from a distance, "whiz whiz whiz" entering the parking lot, settling into a neat row.

The journalists gasped in astonishment.

"Oh, they’ve arrived!"

"Quick, take photos!"

"Turn the camera over!"

One by one, the car doors opened.

The first out were men with blue ninja attire, masked faces, hair tied back with headbands — Ninjas!

Next were men dressed in loose robes, wooden sandals clacking, swords hanging on their waists — Wandering Swordsmen!

Then came the women in white tops and red skirts, braided hair, slanted longbows — Divine Attendant Witches!

Lastly came the men in purple hunting outfits, red wide pants, and black high hats — Yin Yang Masters!

Leading the Yin Yang Masters, a man in his thirties, fair-skinned, with a cool expression, flung open a folding fan with a "swish" covering his chest, with the fan surface soaked in ink displaying four big characters... Miyamoto Rokuzo!