Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 114 Your name is quite intimidating.

In September, the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms from the courtyard drifted into the Wang family study, mingling with the aroma of ink and dispelling the long-standing gloom that permeated the room.

The head of the Wang family opened the window, admiring the increasingly autumnal scenery, and rubbed the ink stains off his hands.

The Gao family, one of the four great families with a thousand-year-old lineage in the world of supernatural beings, rapidly declined. Northeast China fell to the Japanese, North China was constantly infiltrated by Japan, and the central region was also embroiled in conflict due to the Nationalist government's policy of "pacifying the country before resisting foreign aggression." "When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. In this chaotic world, trying to protect one's wealth with force is by no means easy. What should I do when the flames of war reach the vicinity of the Wang family mansion?"

Just then, a plump young master with a full moon-shaped face, a round and rich appearance, and a sturdy build rushed over. He was wearing a dark blue silk robe with a dark pattern, with silver buttons at the collar, and carrying a thick stack of papers in his arms.

Wang Ai cried out, "Father, we're running out of yin-yang paper this time. Hedgehog's brother is planning to go to the Northeast. When will our Wang family send someone there?"

"Oh dear, my silly baby, why send someone over there for no reason? Our Wang family's divine magic is far more useful in communication than one or two insignificant supernatural beings."

The Yin-Yang paper in the Wang family's secret technique "Divine Painting" consists of two parts: black paper and white paper. No matter what you draw on the Yin paper, whether it's spit or blood, it will appear on the Yang paper, making it a means of long-distance communication.

Yin-yang paper has a rare and ingenious use in communication and preventing intelligence leaks.

Wang Ai tugged at her father's clothes, refusing to back down, saying, "If you don't send someone over, how can I deliver the letter in my hand to Shi Hua?"

Dad said we should get closer, but I don't even know if she's doing well in Northeast China.

"Silly child, she doesn't have feelings for you."

"How do you know Shihua doesn't have feelings for me, Father?" Wang Ai was a little stubborn. Her father was both angry and helpless, so he had no choice but to pass the buck to the Lü family: "Aren't you close to Lü Ci? Let him help worry about it. Anyway, the Lü family is going to the battlefield."

"Oh, then I'll go contact Hedgehog." Wang Ai, clutching a piece of paper with black and white markings, hurriedly ran out the door.

"That silly boy." The father smiled as he watched his son leave. At that moment, a series of characters appeared on the pile of "yang paper" on the desk, densely packed and filling the pages.

"Um?"

"The Japanese supernatural forces around Antu have been wiped out. The Liaodong Tiangang and Huaxingmen sects have temporarily escaped the crisis of annihilation. The prodigy of the Tsuchimikado family has been killed. In addition to the supernatural beings assigned by the military, some skilled Japanese individuals have flowed into the Northeast due to personal grudges. And..."

The head of the Wang family examined the following contents, stroked his chin, and smiled.

Throughout history, no spirit has ever been known to care so much about human affairs. It is quite a rare and interesting thing that a "celestial being" has made a name for himself amidst war.

"Next, reinforcements?"

"Fighting and killing are really not suited to a scholarly family like the Wang family. However, considering the goodwill accumulated by our ancestors, I will still help you spread this letter within the circle. How many extraordinary people will step forward to help depends on your luck."

The head of the Wang family picked up his pen and wrote the contents of the letter onto a piece of dark paper, which was then conveyed to the various schools of thought that had kept the original paper.

Fox Fairy Hall in Jinxi Village, Jiangxi Province.

Incense smoke curled up in front of the memorial tablet, and a fox's head materialized in the smoke, gazing down at the Taoist priest below.

Zhang Zhiwei wasn't wearing a Taoist robe, but only a thin, coarse cloth short jacket, with the long sleeves neatly rolled up to below the knuckles.

"Eastern Peak Demon-Slaying Emperor Xuantian? You fox, your title is really intimidating. How many places have you tried to scam?"

Chen Ruoan explained one by one: "First of all, I am a fox from Mount Tai, so there is no problem with Mount Dongyue."

"perhaps."

"Tell me, did I go out to wipe out demons?"

"Yes."

"Am I a black fox? Am I from the north? Am I a creature of nature?"

...

"Yes."

"It's not appropriate for a male fox to be called a Yuanjun, but it should be fine to have the title of an Emperor."

"It's hard to say." Zhang Zhiwei crossed his arms, unable to argue with the fox.

Even if the immortals and gods were real beings, they would most likely not care about the fox's "arrogance." At most, they would strike him a few more times during his tribulation, which would be a minor matter.

After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, recalling the recent movements of several schools of thought, he added, "Because the Japanese Tendai and Shingon sects participated in the invasion, the three Putuo temples, which have always been secluded from the world, have also sent people out, seemingly intending to clean house. This will probably relieve the pressure on your side."

"It's a pity my area is so chaotic, otherwise I could go to the Northeast to lend a hand."

Chen Ruoan replied, "Just do what you can do."

The Longhu Mountain area is a strategic link connecting northeastern Jiangxi with the Central Soviet Area. It played an important role in restraining and supporting the anti-"encirclement and suppression" campaign. The Zhengyi Taoist priests in the mountains had long been sent out by Zhang Jingqing to support the struggle in the surrounding areas.

The Taoist priests are away, and life isn't easy for them either.

The surrounding area was in turmoil, and the fighting was all among their own people. Some worldly people chose the wrong side and unwittingly joined the battle. The civil war, in form, became an armed conflict between compatriots, causing profound national pain and exhibiting an objective appearance of "fratricide."

People with extraordinary abilities have a higher perspective than ordinary people, and many Taoist priests inevitably feel bewildered in the face of this phenomenon.

In comparison, Chen Ruoan was much luckier.

The fox's enemy is crystal clear.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the sky; it was about time to set off.

"Fox, this world is truly difficult. War rages on, and who knows when it will end? If we wait until the land is restored..."

On the day when the world is at peace, perhaps we can travel together again, see the beautiful landscape of a stable and prosperous land. Then, shouldn't you give me a ride?

"Come on, the country is at peace now, who would want to travel with a Taoist priest? I would naturally choose a suitable wife and take her to see the beautiful scenery of this prosperous world."

Zhang Zhiwei chuckled, waving his hand helplessly: "Traveling in chaotic times is fine, but not with Taoist priests in prosperous times?"

I treated you as my Daoist partner, but you only wanted me to be your henchman.

"I'm disheartened, I'm leaving."

Before stepping out of the Fox Fairy Hall, Zhang Zhiwei turned back and gave her a word of advice: "Fox, war is a calamity, and it will naturally not be smooth sailing or peaceful. Be careful in everything you do."

"7

"Don't worry," Chen Ruoan replied with a smile, "Foxes don't have any other special skills, except for escaping."

"What if there's no way to escape, or no way to escape at all?"

"We'll have to wait and see," the fox replied, as the divine power emanating from the incense gradually dissipated.

When Chen Ruoan recalled Zhang Zhiwei's words again, it was already the bitterly cold winter, and the Laoheishan Mountain in the southeast of the Changbai Mountains was shrouded in heavy, leaden clouds.

The black rocks were as still as cast iron, the wind howled carrying volcanic ash, the sea of ​​stones was as ferocious as solidified waves, and the faint sound of cannons could be heard in the distance, rolling muffledly in the belly of the mountain, making people feel heavy-hearted and unable to breathe.

Zhang Zhiwei's prophetic words came true.

Throughout the fox's life, he could avoid many troublesome and difficult things by running away. But in this chaotic world, there are some things and responsibilities that he could not escape or avoid. Even if he had mastered the wonderful art of escape, he still had to grit his teeth and face them head-on.

Chen Ruoan stood in the wind at the edge of the crater, a sunken funnel-shaped terrain, surrounded by Shinto witches, two sects of sorcerers, ronin, geishas, ​​and the Onmyoji of the Tsuchimikado family, as well as Shiro Hannya from the Tengu Clan.

Representatives from all major Japanese schools gathered, totaling seventeen people. If you include the eight barrier masters forming an array in the distance, the number becomes twenty-five.

"I've already said it, in a sense, this fox is easy to catch," said the leader of the Tsuchimikado family. "Today, my young master's debt will definitely be collected."

"I am truly flattered by this grand display today." In front of Chen Ruoan, in addition to the Japanese strange people dressed in various costumes, seven or eight shikigami appeared.

The Tsuchimikado family's revenge... truly, killing the young has brought forth the old.

Sometimes the fox was quite envious. He had been in Changbai Mountain for so long, yet not a single old man was willing to stand up for him.