Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 136 Fox Master, or Chen Ruoan?

"It's good that you think that way." The little phoenix was a little relieved. Compared to decades ago when the fox would drag his exhausted body home every time, this time he was indeed much more relaxed.

Chen Ruoan glanced back. Little Phoenix was still dressed in a dopamine-infused, colorful style, but she didn't give the fox a gaudy feeling at all. Fifty years had passed, and she still looked dignified and noble.

Sometimes Chen Ruoan wondered if it would have been better to admit the beast's identity from the beginning and choose a good mate from among the female foxes. This would have prevented the agonizing lifespan theory and even prevented the series of events that followed.

The past cannot be undone—is the truth that warlocks believe in truly unbreakable?

As Chen Ruoan pondered, the wind blew gently past the cliff edge. He roused himself slightly, stood up, and stretched towards the sea of ​​clouds.

There's no use thinking too much. We're back now, so we still need to keep up with the business. Let's just proceed step by step towards becoming a fox spirit.

Chen Ruoan returned to his bedroom, lay back on his bed, and closed his eyes to listen to the myriad prayers from the people.

The millennium was a year of great development, and people's wishes were mostly related to peace and wealth. These beautiful wishes seem to have remained unchanged for thousands of years: to have money and power, to have health and longevity, or other things, such as wanting to marry a beautiful woman or find a handsome man.

"Save Mom... Kill him, kill him even if it means bleeding to death..."

Prayer and hatred intertwined, conveyed through the fox pendant.

"Um?"

With the legal system not being perfect, child trafficking and personal vendettas are common occurrences. Disputes and conflicts are often resolved through physical violence, and fights involving knives and bloodshed are also frequent.

Chen Ruoan dared not be negligent, and a divine will descended upon the closed and cramped cabinet.

Various women's clothes fell down, obscuring the little girl in front of them. She looked about five or six years old, with pink pigtails and a single tuft of hair swaying on her head. She held a fox pendant in her hands and stared intently at the outside through the crack in the wardrobe door.

The strong smell of blood had long filled the cupboard. She couldn't describe the taste. Once, she bit her lip while eating, and that tasted like rust, with a sweet and fishy aftertaste.

"Don't look anymore, don't hold back, you can cry freely." A pair of hands reached out from behind her and gently covered her eyes.

"Mom...where is Mom?" Lu Linglong choked back tears. "Mom is lying on the ground."

Chen Ruoan was bad at coaxing children. Since his previous life, he had been helpless with children. Lu Linglong's small body trembled, and the fox showed its tail so she could hug it. The fox's pure energy was very calming, and the little girl fell into a deep sleep under the drowsiness induced by the fox.

The faint noise from inside the cupboard caught the thief's attention, and footsteps slowly approached.

Clang!

A grotesque, blue arm covered in eerie patterns smashed the upper part of the cabinet, and the thug appeared before Chen Ruoan—a monster with a deformed head, twisted flesh, and barely human-like features.

"Ling, Linglong...run!" Lu Linglong's mother used her last bit of strength to tightly grasp the thug's ankle, but to her surprise, this former fellow disciple of the [List] who came to purge the traitor did not rush to kill him.

The thug saw a pair of golden fox eyes. From those eyes, he could see almost nothing related to the living world. He saw purgatory, death, and a dark, eerie sea of ​​blue flames!

Whoosh!

A blue foxfire, seemingly appearing from nowhere, scorched the thug's mutated and twisted soul. The pain in his soul was far beyond what physical pain could describe. He stumbled and knocked over wooden chairs and tea tables, but the blue flames did not burn anywhere on his body...

He died quickly in the center of the room, his deformities fading away to reveal his true appearance: a blond, blue-eyed foreigner.

Chen Ruoan glanced around the room. In the center of the table was a pot of pure white orchids, and under the window, in a blue stone basin, were several clumps of lush and green calamus. There were also many elegant plants around.

"It's alright, it's not too late."

The indoor environment was constantly changing. The orchids, bamboo, calamus, and plum branches had all withered, but Lu Linglong's mother felt a warm current flowing through her limbs and bones. The pool of blood in front of her turned into a small stream, slowly converging towards the body of the thug. The room returned to tranquility and warmth, without any blood or even signs of a fight.

"You are...Grandpa?" Lu Linglong's mother looked at the huge furry fox tail covering her daughter and remembered that her grandfather had a fox friend.

"Don't move around, I'll come over in person in a bit." Chen Ruoan put Lu Linglong on the bed and covered her with a thin blanket.

The fox in the Inviting Moon Pavilion opened its eyes and said to the little phoenix, "I'm going out for a bit."

Chen Ruoan stood on the edge of the cliff, flicked his two fingers, and the green vine sword woven from grass and wood flew rapidly southward. Almost at the same time, the fox's image flashed and appeared on the sword in an instant. He said "Wind, come," and the southward wind dispelled the rising east wind. He put his hands behind his back and flew to Shanghai on his sword.

Wind belongs to the wood element of magic.

Wood-element magic often has the effect of stimulating life force and healing injuries, making it the type of magic that foxes excel at among the five elements.

Chen Ruoan pushed open the door to the Lu family home. In the entrance hall stood a sandalwood screen with graceful carvings and lotus patterns hidden in the wood grain. The living room was furnished with dark brown mahogany furniture.

At that time, people liked to use expensive woods in their decorations. From Chen Ruoan's perspective in hindsight, this style was really not flattering.

.....

Fortunately, Lu Jin's taste was refined enough that the interior was not cluttered with complicated elements, but simply decorated with wood, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques, creating a dignified and elegant Chinese style that revealed the restraint and heritage of an old Shanghai family.

Chen Ruoan treated the injured woman's injuries and accompanied her to see the little girl in bed. Lu Linglong was still asleep, breathing evenly, with rosy cheeks. Next to her was a large rabbit doll that was about the same size as her.

She would occasionally smile, as if she were having a wonderful dream.

After a while, the woman received a phone call, and then company personnel came to pick her up. Chen Ruoan sat on the living room bench waiting, and Lu Jin rushed over.

"Brother An, my dear brother!"

Lu Jin strode over, her face filled with emotion and joy, wishing she could lean over and kiss Chen Ruoan's cheeks a couple of times.

"Stop! Halt!"

The fox raised his hand to stop him, worried that the old man's doting love for his great-granddaughter might get him excited and do something rash.

"Hehe~" Lu Jin laughed as he sat opposite Chen Ruoan at the coffee table. "Thanks to you this time, Xiao Lu and Linglong are safe and sound. Even the thug's body was left behind. I want to see what kind of fool came here to sneak into the Lu family and commit murder."

Chen Ruoan didn't respond. The assassination attempt on the Lu family would most likely end inconclusively, just like in the original story.

Instead of investigating the identity and purpose of the criminals, it would be better to focus more on Lu Linglong's mother, who is most likely a member of the international evil forces "list" who has fled to the East.

The "List" is a group of people who worship evil, believe in evil, and convert to evil, and do everything except good deeds. There is an insurmountable hierarchy within the "List," and defecting from the organization is an act of great disrespect for evil that the leaders find intolerable.

"Remember to take Linglong to see a psychologist." Chen Ruoan was worried that the little girl might have been left with psychological problems after witnessing the violent and bloody scene.

"I'll take her for relevant medical treatment after she wakes up." As soon as Lu Jin finished speaking, the little girl opened the door to the second-floor room and came out.

Lu Linglong, clutching a fox pendant in one hand and dragging a nearly life-sized plush rabbit doll in the other, peered down through the gap in the stair railing: "Grandpa, where's Mom?"

"He's gone out, he'll be back in a bit."

The assassination attempts by international criminal organizations upon their entry into the country are a matter of social security and stability. "Na Du Tong" needs to be aware of the details and take appropriate action to eliminate the accomplices of the criminals.

"When is Mom coming back?"

"I'll be back around dinner time." Lu Jin waved. "Linglong, this is your Grandfather Ruo'an."

Lu Linglong sat down on the stairs, hugging her rabbit plushie tightly, her ahoge drooping. She seemed half-asleep, looking down with sleepy and silly eyes. She looked away, nuzzling the white rabbit in her arms, feeling something was off about her cheek.

She had a dream while she was sleeping. She dreamt that her mother was telling her the bedtime story "The Little Prince." She dreamt that she tamed a fox. The fox could recognize her unique footsteps. Other footsteps would make the fox hide underground, but her footsteps would be like music, summoning the fox out of its hole.

Lu Linglong, with her chubby baby face, buried herself even deeper into the rabbit doll.

There was no fox at all; she only had a big rabbit.

"That's strange, this child is usually not shy," Lu Jin said.

"Don't make things difficult for her." Chen Ruoan had already recalled the fear of being asked to say this and that by her parents during holidays. The child is still young, and a little etiquette is insignificant.

After she finished speaking, a soft, puzzled voice came from the top of the stairs: "Ruo'an?"

"And what about the great-grandfather?" Lu Jin reminded him, as there was a significant generational difference between them, and it was inappropriate to address him by his given name directly.

"But he's not old, and he doesn't have the white hair and wrinkles of his great-grandfather..."

"This isn't a question of whether I'm old or not."

"Then it's not Grandpa." The little girl, who had been influenced by the Lu family's traditions, was a bit resolute and stubborn. Once she had made up her mind about something, she was not easily swayed.

v