Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 89 The White Fox Asks the Way
Wuyi Mountain is shrouded in mist, with its uniquely shaped peaks vying for attention.

This place is a very famous blessed land on the ancient eastern continent.

The area is characterized by verdant mountains, numerous unique peaks, and the winding Jiuquxi River, which resembles a jade belt. Furthermore, a towering waterfall cascades down from the sky, creating a spectacle of countless snow-like formations and reflecting a rainbow of colors.

The rich innate spiritual energy transformed into visible clouds and mist, flowing slowly through the mountain valleys.

The area is teeming with mythical birds and beasts, giving it the air of a blessed land of immortals.

In the primordial land, the strong prey on the weak.

Such blessed lands, rich in spiritual energy and suitable as the gates of a great sect, are mostly occupied by ancient clans with long histories or by powerful disciples with profound backgrounds.

Wuyi Mountain is an exception.

Since its inception, this place has always been the territory of numerous wandering immortals.

Countless wandering immortals who were unwilling to submit to powerful clans or have the opportunity to become disciples of sages, but were fortunate enough to obtain some inheritance, gathered here, opened cave dwellings, and devoted themselves to cultivation.

By sticking together and helping each other, they have formed a force to be reckoned with.

In this primordial world where the strong prey on the weak and powerful clans stand side by side, the fact that a top-tier blessed land can be preserved without being swallowed up is enough to demonstrate the extraordinary nature of this place.

It is rumored that among the rogue cultivators in this place, there are reclusive old monsters at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm or even the Daluo realm, and an ancient array is set up to protect them.

Only in this way can a peaceful place be found amidst the struggle for supremacy among all races.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, an inconspicuous streak of light quietly passed by, its Daoist aura contained and not revealing the slightest trace of its presence.

Before arriving at the Wuyi Mountain area, Ma Yuan had already ordered Ao Xuan to suppress his true dragon aura and transform into a black snake no more than a foot long, coiled in his sleeve.

Furthermore, he himself used the supernatural power of cause and effect to confuse his own heavenly secrets, and his aura was no different from that of every blade of grass, every tree, and every stubborn rock in the mountains.

He landed quietly on the outskirts of Wuyi Mountain.

It did not disturb any of the reclusive immortals cultivating in seclusion here.

He stood calmly on the mountaintop, then strolled leisurely through the mountains, his divine sense spreading out like a tide, carefully exploring every corner of this world.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since I last visited this place.

The world changes, and time passes.

This place has also undergone considerable changes.

The biggest change was that when he came here before, although the place was full of immortal energy, there were no living beings and it seemed somewhat desolate.

But now it has become much more vibrant and popular.

Clearly, there are many more independent cultivators who, out of fear of the malevolent aura of the Lich King's Great Calamity, have chosen to come here to live in seclusion and cultivate in peace.

Along the way, Ma Yuan also encountered some ignorant rogue cultivators who, relying on their superior cultivation, wanted to question him and seize his treasures.

Ma Yuan was too lazy to waste words with such a suicidal person.

Often, with just a flick of his sleeve, the flawless and perfect Four Symbols Divine Light would transform into a five-colored millstone and sweep out, instantly obliterating the opponent's body and soul.

Then, with a casual flick of his finger, he activated the power of cause and effect, erasing all causal connections between him and this world, leaving not a trace.

After this happened several times.

Those rogue cultivators who had previously harbored ulterior motives no longer dared to approach and disturb them.

Ma Yuan strolled around leisurely.

Finally, we arrived at the banks of the Nine-Bend Stream, the most central and spiritually rich spot in Wuyi Mountain.

The stream babbles and flows, its water crystal clear.

There are also lively fish playing in the area, and the banks are covered with exotic flowers and rare plants.

A scene of peace and tranquility unfolded. He found a smooth blue stone by the stream, sat cross-legged, and completely immersed himself in sensing the mysterious threads of cause and effect.

Just as he closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to find the slightest clue related to the Fallen Treasure Coin in this vast sea of ​​cause and effect.

A soft rustling sound came from the grass not far away.

Ma Yuan did not open his eyes, but his divine sense had already swept over the area.

A small fox, pure white with no other color in its fur and three fluffy tails trailing behind it, cautiously peeked out from the grass.

A pair of bright, cunning eyes, filled with curiosity and awe, were secretly observing him.

This fox is incredibly intelligent; it has clearly awakened its spiritual awareness and embarked on the path of cultivation.

However, his cultivation level was extremely shallow, having only just stabilized at the Earth Immortal realm, and his aura was weak and unstable, clearly indicating that his inheritance was incomplete and that he relied entirely on his own instincts and talents to explore on his own.

Interestingly, it had not previously been like ordinary monsters that only knew how to absorb the essence of the sun and moon.

Instead, he imitated the Taoist's posture in a very serious manner, sitting cross-legged and facing the babbling brook, breathing in and out, trying to refine a trace of magical power from the water's essence.

Although his posture was clumsy and laughable, the yearning for the Great Dao in his bright eyes was incomparably pure and sincere.

The three-tailed white fox was originally cultivating in seclusion here.

However, they were drawn to the profound and boundless Daoist aura emanating from Ma Yuan, which seemed to be in harmony with heaven and earth, and felt as if they had encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It overcame its innate fear of the strong, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered all its courage.

It slowly emerged from the grass, came to a few feet in front of Ma Yuan, and respectfully prostrated itself on the ground.

Then it began to speak, its voice clear and crisp, tinged with a hint of nervousness and trepidation.

"Little fox... Suxin greets the immortal!"

Seeing that Ma Yuan remained unmoved with his eyes closed, it steeled itself, kowtowed again, and said earnestly:

"This little fox sees that the Immortal's Daoist aura is innate and his magical power is boundless; he must be a true immortal who has attained the Dao! I beg the Immortal to have mercy and guide this little fox on the righteous path to immortality!"

"Little Fox's request for the Dharma is not for personal gain, but to find a way out for my increasingly declining clan!"
Since ancient times, our clan has had incomplete inheritance and incomplete Taoist methods. Most of our elders are stuck in the realm of celestial immortals and can hardly make any progress.

Ultimately, after their lifespan expires, they can only turn into a handful of dust, all their ten thousand years of cultivation wasted!

"If the immortal could bestow upon us the supreme and wondrous method to help our clan escape this predicament, this little fox is willing to carry grass and tie it into a ring for the immortal, and the entire clan will offer sacrifices to the immortal to repay even the slightest kindness!"

After saying this, it knelt down and buried its small head deep in the grass, awaiting Ma Yuan's judgment.

Ma Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the three-tailed white fox trembling before him, yet still mustering its courage to seek the law for its clan, and a subtle, unusual glint flashed in his usually calm eyes.

He did not answer immediately, but instead did some quick calculations.

The causal thread connecting him to the white fox was then clearly laid out before him.

"The white fox Suxin is kind-hearted and blessed with good fortune. I do indeed have a master-disciple relationship with her."

Ma Yuan understood.

He envisioned his grand plan to educate humanity and accumulate immeasurable merit in the future.

Now, in this Wuyi Mountain, he has enlightened a spirit fox and passed on a lineage of Daoist teachings. This can be considered as a preliminary practice of his own 'way of teaching'.

Once this thought was made, Ma Yuan no longer hesitated.

He looked at the white fox Qingqiu, who was still prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise its head, and spoke in a calm voice:
"Very well, you may get up now."

"I will preach to you right here today. How much you can understand depends on your own destiny."

(End of this chapter)