Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Beginning in 1927, chaos broke out in the surrounding areas of Ningxia.

This area was under the jurisdiction of the Sichuan Army, and the Yi and Han people lived together, causing constant friction. Tribal conflicts and banditry occurred frequently. Various warlords ostensibly flew the flag of the National Revolutionary Army, but in reality, they each guarded their own defense zones and carved up their own territories.

As the fox traveled along, it saw that the mountain roads were blocked, opium was rampant, the common people were suffering, and the entire southwestern border was full of undercurrents, with not a trace of peace.

Further on, the Yi Mountains stretch for eight hundred miles across the heart of southwestern Sichuan, their peaks rising like waves.

The mountains here have a temper; some peaks are capped with snow, while some sunny slopes exude warmth. Occasionally, a few dark green spots emerge from the withered meadows, and tenacious life peeks out in the cold wind.

One mountain can have four seasons, and every ten miles can bring different weather.

When the fox landed, the sky was clear and blue. But as soon as it rounded a mountain ridge, clouds and mist surged up, creating a vast expanse of white.

Swish!

The fox trod through the snow, its paws crunching as it sped through the forest, pursued relentlessly by its enemies, their shouts deafening.

"Hurry, they're up ahead!"

"Damn it, how come there isn't a single footprint in this obvious snow!"

"Nonsense! It would be abnormal if such an excellent spirit didn't even have some kind of flying technique! If such an outrageous spirit were willing to form a contract with me, I'd be willing to give it the legendary Five Elements Essence!"

"Pah! You've got all the good things a wizard can do, haven't you?"

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As Chen Ruoan fled, he questioned the ghost leader beside him, "What kind of hellish place is your hometown? How come there are so many sorcerers there?"

"The land belongs to Ningxia, and the mountains are the Daliang Mountains. I never knew there were so many extraordinary people outside."

The mountain was steep and the cliffs were sheer. Ordinary people could not match the speed of a fox. Once Chen Ruoan leaped to the top of the mountain, he completely shook off the pursuing sorcerer.

A group of Liangshan shamans gazed at the mountain, sighed sadly, and left dejectedly.

"It turns out they disturbed the wizards' lair. As soon as the wizards smelled the elves, they all came running after them."

It's not that Chen Ruoan is bragging, but his fur is a valuable commodity in the eyes of hunters;

In the eyes of the wizards, he was probably similar to a mythical Pokémon, or a rare "native" that the Tin Man discovered while exploring the planet.

Within the Liangshan region, foxes are more dangerous than humans.

Chen Ruoan transformed into human form, circled back to the mountain peak, and planned to change into clothes that were more in line with the local customs and traditions.

After searching diligently, he finally found suitable clothes in a shop and spent a large sum of money.

He wore a cloth shirt on his upper body, with a sheepskin jacket over it. He covered the fox ears with a black felt hat, wrapped the fox tail around his side waist, and secured it with a waist belt.

Simple and steady.

The tight clothing had a slight blocking effect on the emission of the fragrance. Fox could understand why Xia He, before meeting Zhang Lingyu, liked to wrap herself up like a dowdy and awkward "fat penguin".

Chen Ruoan opened her umbrella, her feet sinking into the thin snow, searching for the houses nestled in the mountain valley.

The old ghost's real name was Zhao Shanhai. He had spent the longest time in the Yin-Yang realm, and his memories of his homeland had long since faded with time. He could no longer recall how to navigate the mountain path back then.

Because she had no expectations, she wasn't disappointed either, and Chen Ruoan traveled as she pleased along the way.

After searching around for a while, some low, dilapidated mud houses came into view.

There was a little child in front of the nearest house, wrapped in an adult's old clothes, with his hands and feet red, swollen and cracked from the cold.

"Master..." he called out to Chen Ruoan.

"Why do you call me 'Master'?"

"Mother said that those wearing black felt hats and sheepskin coats are all gentlemen."

Chen Ruoan was unfamiliar with the local customs. Seeing that the boy had frostbite on his ears and his little hands were swollen like toads, he sent him forward and used his demon core to heal all the traces of cold left on his body.

"Master, you know magic!" The little boy blinked his bright eyes, full of admiration.

This was the first time Chen Ruoan had heard someone refer to his methods as "immortal arts," so he smiled and asked, "Isn't it amazing?"

"That's amazing! Could you please take a look at my mother?"

"Because of your filial piety, I'll go and take a look."

"This way, sir."

Chen Ruoan walked into the house. The small mud house was drafty and had no decent furnishings. There were only three stone stoves with a weak fire burning, which barely warmed a small area.

The porridge in the pot was so thin it was almost empty, mixed with wild vegetables and pebbles; it looked barely enough to fill one's stomach.

The woman lying on the bed saw Chen Ruoan, panicked and rolled over, almost falling off the bed.

Adults always understand the terrifying nature of hierarchy better than children. The woman trembled as she asked, "Master, is... is there something you need?"

"The little one said you're not feeling well and asked me to take a look at you."

"I wouldn't dare trouble you. I'm not sick or in pain. The child is just talking nonsense..."

Ignoring the woman's fear, Chen Ruoan used the demon core to condense a clear light and spread it around.

The examination results were consistent with what the woman had said; she did not have any major symptoms, but she looked weak and was simply hungry.

"Wait a moment."

The fox avoided eye contact for a moment, hid outside the door, took out the stored dry food from its belly, and weighed it in its hand.

"Take it."

The woman was stunned. Before her were small pancakes wrapped in straw paper and minced meat wrapped in oil paper.

On snowy days, unless the men in the family manage to hunt down a few small animals, there's absolutely no chance of finding any grease. The little kids nearby are already drooling with envy.

"I...I have never seen a man like you before..." the woman sobbed.

"I'm not a local."

"No wonder, those damned bastards wouldn't be so kind."

After the woman ate some pancakes, Chen Ruoan asked about Zhao Shanhai, but the woman knew nothing about either the Ghost Boss or his descendants.

Chen Ruoan then took off his black felt hat, wrapped his fox ears with blue cloth, and went from house to house asking questions. When he encountered someone in urgent need, he helped them out as soon as possible.

Before long, all the provisions for the journey were given away, and from now on, they would probably only be able to live on the offerings on the incense altar.

"I have no clue."

Further ahead, there was only one family left in the surrounding villages.

Chen Ruoan knocked on the door, and a dark-skinned boy came to greet her. Before the boy could speak, a series of coughs came from inside the house.

"Is anyone sick?" the fox asked.

"My younger brother is sick; he has a high fever."

Where are the adults at home?

The boy, completely unguarded, frankly admitted, "We're hunting in the mountains, chasing foxes."

"Would it be alright if I went in and took a look?"

The boy studied Chen Ruoan for a moment, then stepped aside.

The room was dimly lit, and the little boy on the bed was delirious with fever, his face burning hot.

Chen Ruoan took out the luminous white pill, its light spreading like warm mist, seeping into the boy's limbs and bones.

Once the internal heat subsided and the boy's breathing stabilized, the luster of the fox demon core dimmed. Curing the diseases and frostbite of the surrounding villages was probably the most costly thing Chen Ruoan had ever done since he created the core.

"Alright."

Chen Ruoan started to leave, but the boy reached out and grabbed the hem of her sheepskin coat. He stubbornly stood up and whispered in the fox's ear, "Brother, you're an elf in disguise, aren't you?"

"You remind me of the creatures in the mountains."

"Dad said that a humanoid spirit is a once-in-a-century occurrence. I'm so lucky to have met one. The spirit even cured my illness. I'm so happy."

Chen Ruoan looked at the boy for a long time and realized that he looked similar to his brother and they were twins.

The character for "shaman" (巫) is composed of the characters for heaven (天) above and earth (地) below, with a vertical line in the middle representing communication between heaven and earth. It is flanked by two figures: a female shaman and a male shaman.

Those born with magical powers are more likely to be favored by nature and capture the connections between all things in the natural world.

Does this little kid possess the terrifying talent and intuition to become a great shaman?

"What's your name?" Chen Ruoan asked.

"Feng, Feng Tianyang, and next to me is my older brother, Feng Tiansheng."

Ok?

Chen Ruoan was taken aback.

Appeared!

An enemy of all spirits, a master of the poison technique "Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals".