Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Under the gloomy clouds, a wild wind howls.

Swish...

A car stops in the medicinal field.

Bai Mo, accompanied by his apprentices, Butterfly Knot and Small and Big Eyes, steps out of the car and surveys the grape trellises in the field, with clusters of black grapes hanging from them.

In the distance, below the trellis, Croissant and Dirty Bun are shoulder to shoulder, their fat heads whispering, pointing at the grapes on the rack.

"Whimper whimper whimper..."

"Howl howl howl howl..."

These two fellows love eating grapes!

But faced with the rows of grapes in the medicinal field, bending down the trellises, they show no interest... because these grapes can’t be eaten. In fact, they’re not even grapes; they’re Black Ghost Eyes!

Upon hearing their master’s footsteps, the two foxes turn their heads and excitedly run over, "whimpering and howling" in fox language, gesticulating to report their progress to their master!

"Whimper whimper howl howl howl..."

"Howl howl whimper whimper..."

As Bai Mo listens, his divine sense sweeps like the wind, probing the medicinal field.

No mistake... though the Ancient Immortals release more and more Black Ghost Eyes into the world, the demand at Fox Mountain for Black Ghost Eyes is growing faster, and the gap is larger. Having no other option, Bai Mo carved out a section of the medicinal field and personally planted them.

It’s troublesome to grow these; one vine can only grow one batch of Black Ghost Eyes.

After harvesting, these genetically altered waste vines must be pulled up from the roots and replaced with new ones.

But trouble aside, Bai Mo glances around and sees that in this vast medicinal field, between the green vine leaves, clusters of Black Ghost Eyes are large, round, and heavy—quite a successful harvest!

He smiles, pats the heads of his two apprentices.

"Very good!

"Sure enough, you can’t rely on others; only the things you grow yourself are sufficient, reliable, and reassuring."

The fox apprentices nod in agreement!

After wandering around the medicinal field, inspecting the neutered Black Ghost Eyes, Bai Mo gradually feels assured.

He takes Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot back to the car, and with a thought, his vision shifts to the current world.

"Let me see, what this group of Immortal Thief Heirs is up to... Hmm? Not changing their ways? Still stealing things? What are they stealing?"

...

In the current world, it is nighttime.

The streets of West State are brightly lit with neon lights.

Many small shops and office buildings are dark and quiet.

For example, on Electronics Street, in the warehouse, only the red lights of the surveillance cameras flicker intermittently.

On the rows of shelves, boxes of graphics cards and CPUs are displayed.

Whoosh...

A wind blows through the tightly shut warehouse.

After the wind passes, nothing appears changed on the surface of the warehouse.

But the boxes that had contained graphics cards, CPUs, memory, and hard disks on a few shelves further back have turned into empty shells!

...

West State’s Byte Plaza.

Weary workers finish checking the warehouse’s inventory data and lock the warehouse with a yawn.

Unaware, a wind passes through the warehouse again.

The unsold new computers, packed in boxes cushioned with foam, appear unchanged.

Except that the entire motherboard inside has been extracted.

...

West State’s Fruit Experience Store.

The warehouse lights are still on.

The employee on duty at the door suddenly can’t resist a nap, drooling on the desk as they doze off.

Unknowingly, the high-performance fruit machines, mostly unsellable and stashed in the depths of the warehouse, have turned into empty boxes.

...

Fox Mountain, the car carrying Bai Mo has already returned to the Bronze Hall.

As Bai Mo steps into the hall, walking towards the Bronze Table, he reflects.

"These guys are indeed cunning."

They steal from shops, loot warehouses.

But they don’t clean out everything.

They only steal the innermost goods on the shelves, the bottom boxes, the stockpile buried in the warehouse, only pilfering items that won’t be noticed for a while.

But then again, what’s the Immortal Thief Stream doing with this stuff?

They need computing power too?

Can they even understand how to use it?

...

West State Immortal Committee.

The small meeting room remains brightly lit.

Chairman Chen Shu, with panda eyes, clutches a cup of bitter strong tea, his voice hoarse.

"Have the enhanced graphics cards and CPUs lost signal?"

Several experts, including Professor Fang, nod in agreement.

"We already have over two hundred enhanced new model CPUs within West State that have lost signal."

The methods used this time are similar to last time.

The Immortal Committee secretly installed back doors and micro antennas in these computing materials. They emit signals to ensure they remain in the current world. If the signal receives no response, confirming they’ve been taken into the Dream Immortal Realm, they will activate a virus program!

Some experts find it hard to understand.

"Is this really necessary?

"There are actually few truly high-level engineers in the computer software field.

"And they’re all under our control.

"Even if the Ancient Immortals get hold of computing materials, without high-level engineers, they can’t understand how to use them, right?"

...

The massive palace is illuminated by dozens of fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

The holes in the ceiling are covered with corrugated steel sheets.

The holes in the walls are patched with red bricks and cement, differing from the original wall materials, like patches.

The formerly broken doorways have been repaired and even equipped with electric rolling doors.

Dozens of robotic vacuum cleaners scuttle around the floor, keeping the hall clean.

Buzz...

It’s the noise from a few diesel generators running.

These generators charge hundreds of computers in a large row of cabinets.

Yangpeng Lake, a big white fatty with a buzz cut, wearing a tight sports uniform, surveys everything in the hall, once again questioning life.

How does his master, Miao Shou Ancient Immortal, know how to do everything?