Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal continued to watch the results of the program’s deduction, continuing to wield the Thief Skill.

He could feel that the chaotic and unstable pulse of his disciple had actually become stable and strong again.

The originally slowed speed of the Great Immortal Technique theft unexpectedly accelerated once more.

He grinned and looked up, seeing his disciple still shedding tears of blood... but those tears were no longer red, they had turned into greasy black!

Two greasy black streaks from the corners of his eyes ran down Yangpeng Lake’s face, flowing to the corner of his mouth where a smile appeared.

Indeed... it was this pollution, this strange black oil, that stirred fate and changed luck!

Miao Shou Immortal held his disciple’s wrist, his grip getting stronger and stronger!

His murmurs grew louder and more urgent, gradually sounding like a bizarre song!

Wisps of white smoke were already emerging from Yangpeng Lake’s head.

Yangpeng Lake’s fat face had turned bright red!

"...Mokodo!"

"...Mokodo!"

The master and disciple simultaneously shouted the final strange note!

In the hall, CPUs and graphics cards suddenly caught fire one after another, making a "hoo hoo" sound, and some of them exploded with "bang bang." The monitor beside the Ancient Immortal burst into pieces, scattering burning fragments!

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal’s mind was blank, realizing that he had truly forgotten everything about the Great Immortal Technique [Cloud-Grasping Hand]!

He couldn’t remember a single bit of knowledge, not even a detail!

Disciple Yangpeng Lake showed a twisted smile, combined with greasy black streaks on his fat face, like a mad clown.

He lowered his head, looked at his fat hand, fingers gently closing, they appeared ghostly white, contours blurred, like clouds and mist.

"Hahaha!

"Hahaha!

"Great Immortal Technique!

"Cloud-Grasping Hand!

"I’ve learned it!

"I’ve mastered it!"

...

The white day of dreams corresponds to the black night of reality.

North Suburb, Li Feng Hotel.

The room was brightly lit.

On the table were leftover takeout boxes.

On the bed, Hu Shanjiu held Uncle Ghost Shadow’s hand, helping to stabilize his form in this reality, as he shook his head, sniffed everywhere, searching for scents.

Hu Shanjiu grabbed the uncle’s hand, occasionally glancing at his own wrist.

On his wrist hung a shiny steel watch, with a ceramic bezel, deep green dial, and luminous numbers and hands, looking quite flashy.

Looking at the steel watch, he grinned foolishly.

"You have money to buy this thing?"

His master’s voice echoed in his mind.

Hu Shanjiu replied.

"I have about five thousand bucks in my card, enough to get by for now.

"Bought a watch I like, to treat myself!

"This isn’t expensive, just a thousand bucks... uh, I got it from a stall by the subway, fake, high imitation, one-to-one, hehe!"

Hu Shanjiu really liked this thing!

"Originally, I wanted to become a big streamer, earn a lot of money, and buy the real one.

"Now it seems there’s no chance, I don’t have the destiny to be a big streamer.

"Bought a fake one, just for my enjoyment.

"Damn it, if I had known I was [Dark Water Bulrush] destiny, I wouldn’t have become this streamer."

In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty’s Immortal Artifact lineage, sacrificial materials were divided into 360 types of Life Charts.

Among them, [Dark Water Bulrush] is extremely rare, often only encountered once in a millennium.

People born with this Life Chart are like bulrushes in dark water, unremarkable, unnoticed, destined to live in obscurity.

Just like Hu Shanjiu doing this streaming gig, he came up with many great ideas, but couldn’t gain popularity.

For instance, the "West State Boss" meme was originally created by him.

Although corny and awkward, it became popular, still used today!

His meme circulated online, but nobody remembered him.

The guild pushed him with high traffic a few times, the live-stream went well, but it always ended in losing followers. In just a few days, he reverted to a little-known small streamer.

In his mind, the Ancient Immortal chuckled bitterly once.

"You... buy what you like.

"But keep some money, your uncle might find a body anytime, save some money for us to stay in hotels."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Shadow Uncle with white hair and beard held by Hu Shanjiu suddenly widened his eyes!

"Found it! Found it!

"My body, soon it will be fully healed!

This thousand-year-old body will be fully healed by tomorrow nightfall!

Miss this chance, and you’ll have to wait another thousand years!"

In his mind, the Ancient Immortal revealed a smile.

"Haha, this is incredibly good news!

Though the path ahead is bound to be dangerous and difficult, a challenge must be faced, no matter what!"

Hu Shanjiu also grinned toothily, smiling as he looked at his wrist.

He still has five thousand bucks left in his card!

Tomorrow I’ll first go and have a proper meal, indulge myself for a couple of hundred bucks!

Then, I’ll go to the subway entrance to find that old man, and buy the other fake watches I fancy!

...

Whoosh...

The roaring wind swept across the ground’s pit.

In the pit, a group of foxes guarded a freshly-excavated stone door, faces solemn.

Archeological expert Quanquan Hu squinted, leaning his body against the stone door, pressing a triangular ear against it, listening here and listening there, analyzing the scenario inside the stone door.

After a long time under the gaze of a group of fellow apprentices, he stood upright, folded his front paws behind him, and raised his chin.

"Ying ying ying, ao ao ao ao..."

... Behind this stone door is an anaerobic space!

The master once said that most subterranean relics are not anaerobic. Since soil itself breathes, contains oxygen, and is breathable. But in rare cases, some enclosed relics, due to soil composition, water flow, plants, etc., coincidentally form an anaerobic space.

A space like this cannot be opened recklessly, it must be handled carefully!

The apprentices looked at Quanquan Hu, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Ying ying ying?"

"Ao ao ao?"

Too incredible!

And he could figure it out just with his ears?

How did he manage to hear this?

Quanquan Hu proudly folded his front paws behind him, speaking in fox tongue.

"Ao ao ao, ying ying ying ying..."

Just as he pressed his body and ears against the stone door, his fox claw secretly inserted the plant probe given by the master into the stone wall, into the space inside.

He pointed at the probe half stuck into the stone wall, showing that the grass bud probe had turned red.

No mistake...

This anaerobic space was not detected by the fox’s ears.

It was detected using the probe.

Seeing the strange expressions of his fellow apprentices, he felt a little embarrassed.

He had pressed his ear against the door, indeed wanting to listen to the inside... but heard nothing. Who’s to blame?

A group of foxes looked at Quanquan Hu, squinting their eyes and rolling them.

Then they recalled Quanquan Hu’s performance and actions, silently jotting it down in their minds.

This act was quite effective, especially useful for asserting presence!

The foxes fantasized about using this trick to assert themselves in front of others, smiling crookedly.

"Ying ying ao ao!"

The apprentices recalled the steps for handling archaeological operations in an anaerobic space, as taught by their master.

They brought out a piece of snake-shaped strange grass and approached the stone door. The strange grass secreted mucus, corroding the stone door, burrowing its way inside!

Once it had penetrated the stone door, its head poked into the dark anaerobic space, the strange grass instantly opened its mouth, "huff", spewing out a cloud of dust!

This dust fluttered like snowflakes, swirling and dancing in the dark anaerobic space, landing on the ground, accumulating on silk fabric, resting on corner jars, settling on a pile of stone slabs.

After settling, it transformed, forming fluffy foam, sealing away the treasures preserved in the anaerobic space for thousands of years!

...

Outside the stone door.

A group of foxes watched eagerly, as the "Anaerobic Space Cultural Relics Protection Snake Grass" burrowed its way back, their faces beaming with smiles.

White Ears donned an Immortal Qi Vine Rack, "boom boom" with two slaps, smashed the stone door to pieces.

Crash...

Fragments of the stone door crumbled away.

Sunlight flooded into the warehouse, the foxes cheerfully dashed inside, raising their paws, wagging their tails!

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ao ao ao!"

"Ying ying ying!"

... The first anaerobic space of Fox Mountain, successfully excavated!

Treasures preserved within, deliver them all to the master!