The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

The fox sat upright in the courtyard, gathering its energy and releasing it from its dantian. Centered on the fox, the energy swept outwards in all directions like autumn leaves being swept away by the wind.

"call--"

Everything in the courtyard moved at the same time.

The incense sticks and ash scattered on the ground were swept up by the wind, turning into a column of ash, and were all sent out of the temple.

The prayer cushions and offering tables on the ground were also lifted into the air one by one. The prayer cushions spun gently a few times in the air before being carried to the entrances of each hall. As for the offering tables…

The fox looked up and led the largest offering table toward its own temple. But as the table flew closer, the fox noticed that there was a knife mark on its originally smooth tabletop and that half of the table leg was missing.

The offering table fell to the ground, and the fox gently pushed it with its paw, causing the lame offering table to begin to wobble.

This is the table that the robber slammed his fist on that night. No wonder he was the leader of that group of wandering gods; he really had a strong grip.

The fox sighed inwardly, but without stopping, it placed the table back in front of the mountain god statue and slowly walked into the hall.

The hall was fairly clean; the statues were free of dust, and the incense burner on the altar was placed neatly. However, a faint smell of decay wafted from the corner of the wall.

The fox could tell that this wasn't the stench of freshly festering skin that made it hard to open its eyes, but rather the faint fishy smell that lingered after a long time, when the flesh had been eaten away by insects and only bones remained.

The fox, having thought this through, realized what had broken.

It must be half a rabbit that the fox buried underground.

The fox hadn't come down from the mountain yet when the rabbit was buried. At that time, it had just learned illusion magic, caught a rabbit but didn't finish eating it, so it buried it in the corner of the palace to save for later.

Later, it came down the mountain and stayed there for more than a month. Even though the weather gradually turned cold, after being buried for so long, the rabbit had long since turned into bones.

The fox hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not dig, reflecting on its actions in its mind.

The fox's cultivation level is still too low. If it could hold more food in its belly, how could it have become such a wasteful and bad fox?

No, no, the fox is a good fox. It's sharing its surplus food with the insects in the mountains. With more insects, the birds have more food, and those birds that eat insects should thank the fox.

Besides, the only one to blame is Pu Shunnian. If he hadn't lost his son, the fox wouldn't have rushed down the mountain, not even having time to finish eating the rabbit.

Thinking about this, the fox suddenly understood. The reason why the fox had to work so hard to clean up the mountain god temple was because Pu Shunnian had gone to the county town. As the temple keeper, he was the one who should be doing this kind of hard work.

The fox's thoughts continued to wander. Pu Shunnian had gone to accompany Caiyu in her studies and had reportedly learned to write quite a few characters, while the fox was currently completely illiterate. Even with voices present, there was still a barrier, making it inconvenient when going down the mountain to play. If Dahuang could go to the academy, the fox could certainly go too. He needed to find an opportunity…

Foxes have always had such a forward-thinking mind.

The fox lay in front of the palace, lost in thought for a long time, before finally bringing its wandering thoughts back to the center of the courtyard and getting down to business.

It stretched out its paw and drew a circle on the ground.

This circle represents the mountain god temple.

On the left side of the circle, the fox drew dense vertical lines and dots. The lines represent forests, and the dots represent rabbit burrows. The denser the dots, the more rabbits there are.

A little to the left, the fox drew a slightly smaller circle, which was its original den and the place where it picked up the sound.

Going left from there, the terrain gradually rises, with steep mountains and deep valleys. The fox hadn't been there many times, and most of the time it just looked on curiously from below.

The fox drew a row of triangles and then several horizontal lines below them to represent cliffs. After thinking for a moment, it continued to draw several curved waves next to the triangles, indicating that the stream flowed down from that direction, based on the fox's observation.

There was nothing more to draw on the left, so the fox moved to the top, raised its paws, but hesitated to lower them.

That's where the fox juveniles used to live, but I can't quite remember it now. The mountains there are high, and there are many birds with wingspans larger than a person's, making it cold and dangerous for the foxes back then.

So the fox came down below, and this part was much easier to draw. Just draw a slanted line and a small peach next to it to represent the Peach Falling Slope.

If I draw a few more little figures down the slope, that will be Peach Village. As for further down, I don't plan to draw any more, because that's beyond the boundaries of Green Ridge.

The fox is surveying its territory.

Back when they lived in the mountains, the fox's territory was limited to one area: from its den to the stream, then from the stream into the forest, and finally back to its den. The fox had never really explored its habitat properly, but things are different now.

The fox was also sorting out the area under the mountain god's jurisdiction.

The fox was clever and knew how to take precautions. There were so many interesting things to do down in the mountains, and the fox would eventually want to go down to the human world to play. But the fox was also worried about leaving this place behind. If the fox left and some strange and mysterious spirits came, that would be troublesome.

We need to choose a mountain god as soon as possible. Although the female shrew is a good candidate, she has a fox backing her up. If she leaves the fox, she might be chased by snakes again.

The fox was going to patrol the mountains, to see all the places it hadn't been before. Who knew where a local spirit might be hiding, someone familiar with the mountains and skilled enough to protect itself, who could guard the territory for it.

Having had a good sleep, the fox was full of energy and didn't hesitate to get to work.

The fox channeled its magic, its feet barely touching the ground, and ran towards its old den. The journey that had taken it three days before was now covered in less than half a day.

The forest gradually thickened, and a patch of bushes appeared before them. A small creature covered in thorns crawled on the ground. The fox walked straight up to it and greeted it.

"Hello there."

Before the words were even finished, the creature shuddered and curled into a ball. The fox, unfazed by the pricks, nudged it back and forth, but the thing remained silent.

"This one isn't very smart." The fox observed for a while, then continued walking.

The trees in front of them grew taller and taller. The fox pricked up its ears and heard a cracking sound coming from the trees beside it.

The fox looked up and saw a small, gray creature with a bushy tail like the fox's, munching on a round fruit.

The creature didn't notice the fox. It finished eating the fruit in its hand, then scurried to another branch, picked a fruit, but didn't eat it. Instead, it climbed all the way to the middle of the tree trunk, put the fruit in the hole in the center, and went to pick new fruit.

The fox looked at it and its spirits lifted: "It can hide food, and it looks a lot like a fox's tail, so it must be clever."

"you……"

The little creature squeaked, its fur standing on end, and it threw the fruit in its hand at the fox.

The fox turned its head away, not angry, after all, he was the one who had frightened it. He softened his voice and said again, "Hello."

The little creature jumped even more violently, its cries becoming sharp and urgent, and it threw fruit at the creature one after another to scare it away.

The fox shook its head, swept its tail, and sent the fruit flying back the way it came, smashing it onto the guy's head.

"Can't understand foxes, and has quite a temper; won't do."