The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

More than 30 years ago.

When the news of his son's death arrived.

The pregnant daughter-in-law was devastated. She struggled to give birth to her granddaughter and begged that she raise her granddaughter before passing away.

That tender, maternal love is so similar to that of a mother fox today!

Reason led him to quickly withdraw.

His emotions made it impossible for him to move forward.

In the end, Chang Shou gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"That's enough! That's enough!"

I'm only a hundred years old, in the prime of my life!

The Rat King chuckled, stroking his beard.

"Old Taoist priest, what's your decision?"

Chang Shou feigned helplessness and spread his hands, saying:

"Each sentient being has their own karmic connection."

Perhaps this is the tribulation for the Tanuki Hermit.

The words were spoken.

Chang Shou turned around and vanished as a wisp of smoke.

He moved swiftly, afraid of being a step too slow and getting caught up in the commotion, dutifully playing the role of an old Taoist priest who was afraid of trouble and even a little timid.

Xuanli's face was filled with despair, then his one eye became more ferocious than ever before, filled with a desperate madness.

The Rat King's whiskers twitched, and he looked smug, showing both satisfaction with the old Taoist's sensibility and disdain for the old Taoist's cowardice.

There are even cultivators who are more timid than rats.

The fat chicken squawked in dissatisfaction and circled around, not daring to land again.

"Hehe, Lady Xuan, what that old Taoist priest said is true. Today is your death day. At that time, Triangle Mountain will be the domain of my Rat Clan."

"The followers you have painstakingly protected for a hundred years will all be mine, the rat tribe's possession. The food they have painstakingly cultivated will be the breeding ground for my rat children, and they themselves will become my food to fill my belly."

Thinking of the coveted Triangle Mountain and the delicious taste of blood food, the Rat King licked his lips, swallowed hard, and looked at the Black Fox with murderous intent.

"Men, attack!"

The Rat King couldn't wait to give the order.

Upon hearing the order, the rats rushed forward and acted swiftly.

The Rat King took the lead, restraining the Black Fox. Its blood-red eyes shone brightly in the night, shooting out fine needles like cow hair. At the same time, it wielded an iron shovel with great force.

The remaining dozen or so rat spirits provided support from the sidelines. Once they had the chance, they would swarm forward, either baring their iron teeth or spewing pungent black smoke, to surround and kill the Xuanli.

The remaining rats launched suicidal attacks, one after another, to disrupt the black fox.

Attack, defense, interference, finishing blows, flanking attacks, frontal assaults—the mice coordinated perfectly, clearly having practiced extensively and coming prepared.

Dodge left and right, jump and roll.

Although the Xuanli is strong, it is suppressed by its race. Its limbs are agile and it can bite or scratch rats or rat spirits to death from time to time. Wherever it goes, there is bloodshed and carnage.

Two fists can't fight four hands, and a fierce fox can't fight a swarm of rats.

With its injuries and the need to protect its abdomen, which was the primary target of the rats' attacks, the Black Fox was hesitant to act rashly and quickly found itself at a disadvantage.

Soon his injuries worsened, and he was covered in blood.

A mournful cry echoed through the mountains and forests from time to time.

"Meow~ Meow~!!!"

There was the pain of being injured, the anger of being provoked, the despair of being on the verge of death, and the sorrow of knowing that his child would suffer along with him.

"Coo coo~!"

The round-faced, chubby chicken's crow was filled with anger and sympathy.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he swooped down like an arrow, his sharp claws aimed at a large, slick rat.

The sharp claws dug into the flesh, and the rat screamed pitifully.

"court death!"

The Rat King was furious and spat out a puff of black smoke, which struck the round-faced fat chicken directly.

The fat chicken is clever; it not only knows how to bully the weak, but also knows how to use its advantages to catch its prey and fly away quickly.

He moved with lightning speed, narrowly avoiding the plume of black smoke.

Even so, the fat chicken was still so frightened that its feathers stood on end. It instinctively tightened its grip on the mouse's claws, causing the mouse to struggle even more in pain.

Above the sky.

The fat chicken flapped its wings and flew higher and higher.

Until you fly to the limit you can reach.

He lowered his head and pecked hard at the rat's neck, tearing a bloody hole in it. Then he suddenly released the rat and slammed it to the ground.

Falling from a height of 100 meters, the giant rat was reduced to a pile of minced meat.

The blood ignited the rats' fury. Fueled by both old and new grudges, the two rat spirits were ordered to break away from the battle and deal with the fat chicken.

Once he lands, he will strike with lightning speed.

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A wave of waves has risen again.

While the rats were focused on dealing with the black fox and the fat chicken, the moisture in the forest silently condensed and flowed into the blood.

The Rat King, who was focused on fighting, suddenly felt a chill and his fur stood on end.

Although he didn't know where the crisis came from, this strong intuition to sense danger had saved his life countless times. It was the key to his transformation from weak to strong, from an ordinary mouse to the king of mice.

No sooner said than done.

With his special talent, he instinctively rolled toward areas where he felt relatively safe.

In the blink of an eye.

A blood-red water prison appeared in the area where he had just been standing.

"Which shameless bastard dared to ambush your Grandpa Mouse? Come out and fight your Grandpa Mouse for three hundred rounds if you dare!"

A sudden change occurred.

No one expected that Xuanli had an accomplice.

The rats, feeling threatened, temporarily ceased their attack.

Even the two rat spirits who were staring at the fat chicken turned their attention to the Rat King, momentarily distracted.

But they were distracted, and Xuanli and Pangji seized the opportunity.

The black fox leaped up, attacking with both hands. Taking advantage of the rats' momentary lapse in concentration, it bit through the throat of one large rat and scratched another with its claws.

In an instant, one was dead and the other was injured.

The rats lost two of their fighting forces.

Even if it wasn't a rat spirit, it still reduced the pressure on the Black Fox to some extent.

The fat chicken swooped down again.

The speed was even slightly faster than before.

With lightning speed, he grabbed another large rat and quickly flew into the sky.

Seeing that his side had lost three combatants in the blink of an eye, the Rat King was furious and ordered the rats to continue attacking the Black Fox and continue defending the Fat Chicken.

He attacked the Black Fox while remaining vigilant. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, his eyes darted around, and he squeaked twice, calling out loudly:

"That cunning old Taoist priest pretended to leave, lowering my guard before launching a sneak attack, hoping to make me careless and suffer a loss. He is truly treacherous."

Old thief, don't sneak around hiding in the shadows.

You have the guts to launch a sneak attack, but not the guts to stand up and fight me one-on-one? Are you afraid?

Or are you just good for some underhanded tricks?

Changshou, who was attached to a tree nearby, remained unmoved. No matter how much the Rat King provoked and scolded him, he remained as steady as an old dog and never showed himself.

I've lived to a ripe old age.

He knew that substance was more important than appearance and would not be easily swayed by words.

Whether it's a frontal attack or a sneak attack, killing the Rat King is a real skill!

Everything else is irrelevant.

Unfortunately, the thieving rat was very clever.

His attempt to capture the leader first failed.

Fortunately, I still have a backup plan.

Moisture from the mountains and forests gathered again.

Six water spheres mixed with blood were quickly created and rushed towards the Rat King like cannonballs.

At the same time, his divine sense transformed into water, silently traversing the underground crevices to approach his target.

Watching the water balloon hurtling towards them.

The rat king, who was well-prepared, reacted swiftly.

He took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing up rapidly like balloons, then opened his mouth and exhaled a gust of black wind.

The wind howled, carrying black smoke and a foul stench.

The six water spheres swayed back and forth in the strong wind, their attack speed greatly reduced and their power drastically decreased.

As a result, three water spheres were eroded by the black wind, two water spheres were easily dodged by the Rat King, and one water sphere was smashed by him with an iron shovel.

Amidst the splashing water, the Rat King's eyes gleamed.

"Hehehe, found you!"

He took another breath.

This time, not only his cheeks bulged, but his belly swelled up as he prepared to spew black wind at the tree.

The next moment, he clutched his head with both hands, shook himself frantically, and screamed in agony.

Black wind spewed from its mouth, its direction chaotic and unpredictable, shifting with the Rat King's head.

Some of the wind blew towards the tree possessed by Changshou, but he promptly turned into wisps of smoke and left first.

Ghosts and immortals are essentially a form of energy.

Gale is the enemy of ghosts and immortals.

Changshou avoided the eye of the storm.

With the protection of the reverse wind fragrance, even the remaining wind cannot harm him.

Some of the wind blew towards the sky, startling the fat chicken, which hurriedly flew towards Changshou.

Part of the wind blew towards the rats, who were caught off guard and panicked. Some fled in terror, while others were either killed or injured in the black wind.

Maternal love enabled Xuanli to unleash incredible speed, allowing her to dodge the deadly black smoke and plunge into the jungle.

But she also persevered to the limit.

Her water had broken, and she had no choice but to give birth.