Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 107 Descending the Mountain, Experiencing the Calamity of War

Chen Ruoan opened his mouth and swallowed, taking the black vat into his belly. He glanced to the north, the unease still lingering.

It looks like things are going badly...

I can't wait any longer.

"The four of you, are you going to return to the Yin-Yang realm, or transform into pure wind on the spot?" Chen Ruoan asked the four ghosts in his stomach.

Zhong Yi, now the Ghost Boss, replied, "Mr. An, it's hard to say whether reincarnation even exists in this world. We're all going to return to the world soon, so why not follow you and do one more earth-shattering feat?"

Yao Cheng chimed in, "If there's such a thing as reincarnation, then we should definitely go. It doesn't matter where we go to scatter our souls; we should do something before our souls dissipate so we can be reborn into a good family in the next life."

"That's right," the remaining two ghosts said in unison.

"Alright then."

Chen Ruoan replied, returned to Yaoyue Tower, fetched water to cleanse himself, and put on his black clothes again.

Afterwards, he slowly moved to the shrine of Bixia Yuanjun, lit incense, bowed, and steadily placed the incense on the altar. The smoke curled up and clung to the eaves.

Chen Ruoan lowered his eyes and curtsied, sincerely praying, "By the Goddess of Mount Tai, your disciple Chen Ruoan descends the mountain today to face this calamity of war in the human world."

After the offerings were completed, Chen Ruoan focused his mind and lit the Prayer Tree within his soul.

The precious documents among the trees shimmered with a gentle light.

Several were unused, insignificant worldly records: one record was wrapped with winding threads of fate and engraved with the name "Xia Liuqing"... and another was a precious record, shining with gold, with the three characters "Sanyi Sect" deeply engraved, which was a great good relationship that the fox had formed with the disciples of Sanyi when he was in Fujian.

Chen Ruoan lowered his eyes and bowed, his words filled with earnest prayer: "My fox body is weak and my abilities are meager, powerless to resist the surging tide of history. I only wish that on this journey to the Northeast, I can kill more enemies and save more compatriots."

The light from those mortal destiny scrolls fell, enhancing the healing ability of the fox demon core.

The connection with Xia Liuqing came down, sharpening the fox's muscles and claws once again.

Swish!

It wasn't until the golden treasure tablet fell that Chen Ruoan's eyes lit up.

"I see."

"Master Zuo, fellow practitioners of Sanyi, Anhuli thanks you."

With everything ready, Chen Ruoan stood in front of the railing, glanced at the little phoenix in the courtyard, and then turned down to say goodbye.

"I'm leaving."

"Be careful," the woman replied.

"If I do not return, you will be the owner of this Inviting Moon Pavilion. When the peach blossoms bloom again and the war ceases, you can return to your own home and let others rebuild this place as a testament to history."

The little phoenix shook its head: "I can also guard your immortal abode from the peach grove at the foot of the mountain. You'd better come back. Besides, you can't just go out and not even bother to check on what's happening at home, can you?"

"Given the opportunity, I will invoke divine will."

Chen Ruoan set off and left.

Before leaving, the fox wanted to take one last look at the scenery of Mount Tai, which it had been with day and night. So it took off and stepped on the clouds, first flying to the top of Mount Tai, and then slowly descending along the mountain mist.

As we approached a small pavilion, the resounding sound of hammers and chisels striking stone pierced the tranquility of the mountain forest.

Chen Ruoan dispersed the clouds and stood quietly in the mist. He saw a tall and imposing figure standing below. The man had a round head, a thick beard, and wore a faded cloth robe.

He braced an iron rod against the cliff with one hand and swung a heavy hammer with the other, striking the characters painted with cinnabar.

With each hammer blow, powerful and ancient characters were quickly carved into the stone wall: "Have you forgotten? The three northeastern provinces were occupied by the Japanese. Those with backbone should fight to the death to take them back."

Chen Ruoan stared intently at the inscription, lost in thought, when a hammer was thrown at him.

"A wild spirit from the mountains, or perhaps a vengeful ghost of someone who died unjustly, dares to approach?"

Butchers who slaughter living beings and soldiers who have been through countless battles all carry a murderous aura that makes even spirits instinctively retreat, and this person before them is no exception.

Chen Ruoan dodged to the side, steadied herself, and hesitantly asked, "General Feng?"

"A fox, does it actually recognize me?"

I'm just guessing, based on my limited historical knowledge and the content of the stone carvings.

General Feng, a staunch democratic fighter transformed from a former soldier, inevitably had flaws due to his limited political vision, but these flaws did not overshadow his merits.

You can't really say things like "history textbooks."

The fox had no choice but to find a better way to put it: "After the fire at Shaolin Temple, people started paying attention to the general. I have a keen ear and I heard that the general is living in seclusion in the mountains, at Puzhao Temple at the foot of the mountain."

"That fire was truly not my intention; it was a catastrophe for cultural heritage." General Feng stared at the fox: "What, do you have a branch in the Shaolin Temple?"

No, not at all.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I saw the stone carvings, let's take a look."

General Feng laughed loudly: "What, even foxes can be patriotic?"

"That's a saying; the rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of even the humblest person."

There are comrades among foxes too.

General Feng picked up the hammer and started hammering the stone wall again, cursing, "That damned thing, it doesn't even have the consciousness of a beast, it's worse than an animal."

Chen Ruoan knew who he was cursing, and then smiled.

In reality, this general broke with the Nationalist government due to the "non-resistance policy," was forced to step down, and went to Mount Tai to live in seclusion, where he studied and reflected on his experiences while calling for resistance against Japan.

"By the way, don't you find it strange that you heard a fox talking?" Chen Ruoan asked.

"There are many strange people and strange beasts in the world, nothing strange about it. I just hope that the strange people on the Japanese side will not go to the Northeast with the army. The current resistance masses are already without organization and leadership. If the leader is assassinated, it will be even more difficult to fight."

Chen Ruoan smiled and said, "I happen to be going to the Northeast soon, so maybe the old general can pray to me."

"Hmph." General Feng smiled: "I will not pray to any so-called gods or immortals. I want them to be freed from feudal superstition, abandon their illusions, move forward fearlessly, and fight bravely against the enemy."

The fox, after hearing this, didn't know what to say.

The old general stopped what he was doing, turned around and said, "Forget about worshipping fox spirits or anything like that. If you're a patriotic comrade, a comrade who wants to save the country, then I really have some things I need to ask of you."

"If I have the chance, I'll kill the strange people who have infiltrated the Japanese."

"But I am penniless and have nothing to offer as a token of my gratitude. So please accept this as a token of my appreciation." General Feng bowed deeply to express his thanks.

"You're too kind," Chen Ruoan replied.

Swish!

Chen Ruoan leaped into the air once more, his shadow piercing the sky as he flew straight north.

You know what, a few words can really solidify one's resolve; no wonder everyone wants like-minded people.

Before the fox lay the biting north wind, a long, howling gale.

"The situation is unclear, so let's head to Changbai Mountain first. We'll probably have to trouble the shamans for a while after that."

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