The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

The fox continued westward, the forest becoming denser and the mountain path under its feet becoming increasingly difficult to traverse, with sharp and slippery rocks scattered everywhere.

Gazing ahead, a solitary peak rises abruptly from the ground, piercing the clouds. Even with the fox craning its neck to its limit, it cannot see the summit. Looking further into the distance, peaks rise and fall, stretching endlessly.

This mountain range is the most precipitous part of Qingling, with sheer cliffs at steep sections and deep, unfathomable valleys at its depths, blocking all those who dare to attempt to traverse the mountain range.

However, this obstacle was nothing to the fox, which nimbly leaped and climbed upwards.

As the sun began to set, the fox caught a glimpse of a shadow moving above it, bathed in the twilight light filtering through the cliff face.

The figure was small, only a little over a foot long. The setting sun cast its light on its short, brown fur, making it appear human-like. It was hanging from a tree, reaching for fruit in a crevice in the cliff.

It was still wearing clothes, which didn't look like they were made of any good material; they were just a few pieces of rag sewn together and casually wrapped around its body. A small, bulging bag hung from its waist.

It's a monkey.

The fox's eyes lit up. It knew how to dress and even looked like a human; it must be intelligent.

It took three steps in two, leaping straight to the monkey's side, its eyes fixed on him.

The fox's gaze was too intense, and the monkey subconsciously tilted its head, curiously glancing at the fox. Its gaze lingered briefly on the fox's two tails before ignoring it and continuing with its work, putting the fruit it had picked into its backpack.

"Hello there."

Before the words were even finished, the monkey's fur stood on end. It stiffly turned its head, glanced at the fox, and frantically climbed up.

It used its hands and feet to climb higher and higher, but when it turned around, it saw that the fox-like monster, which could speak human language, was walking towards it as if it were on flat ground, and its speed was no slower than its own.

In its panic, it climbed too fast and its foot slipped, almost falling, but luckily it managed to grab the rock face with its hands. Just as it was about to run again, a sharp cry suddenly came from the sky, high-pitched and shrill, hurting one's ears.

The monkey looked up and saw a huge, dark shadow swooping down from the sunset. It was enormous, with golden feathers all over its body, and its sharp beak was aimed directly at it. The monkey was so frightened by this oppressive feeling that it froze, closing its eyes.

The expected scenario did not occur. It heard a sound beside it, accompanied by a whistling sound. A moment later, it opened its eyes again. All around was silent, except for the strange fox staring at it.

"Hello." The fox tilted its head.

The monkey squeaked and chirped, and the sound began to be translated.

"What are you? Did you drive the golden eagle away?"

"The fox is a fox, it was the fox who did it, isn't the fox powerful?" The fox spoke in human language, which the monkey struggled to understand, but he could still grasp the meaning.

"What's so great about it? Did you summon that ferocious eagle?!" The monkey found a slightly warmer spot to sit down, carefully examining his clothes. His lips immediately twitched. "It's all your fault for chasing me; my clothes are all torn!"

"This little monkey has a fierce temper," the fox said, without arguing with it.

The monkey noticed the fox's gaze fixed on it, and raised its chin slightly: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen clothes before? My mother made these for me. Among monkeys my size, I'm the only one who has them."

Seeing its smug look, the fox didn't spoil its mood: "Impressive."

"Hmph." The monkey tilted its head back to the sky, but after a moment, its expression became awkward again, and it stammered, "You're pretty good too."

"Um?"

"That fierce eagle was coming for me. You chased it away, you're pretty good too." The monkey turned its head away.

"Foxes are naturally powerful."

"Hmph, you scared me. My attention was all on you, so I didn't notice. Besides, I was in a hurry to leave this time and forgot to bring my stick. Otherwise, I wouldn't be afraid of that fierce eagle." The monkey couldn't help but speak up again when he saw the fox's matter-of-fact attitude.

"Where do you live? Take the fox over to have a look." This little monkey didn't seem very bright, but the fox was certain that there must be some clever monkeys among its kind who had seen the world.

"What do you want to do? I'm not taking you." The little monkey looked wary and shrank back.

"By the way, the fox's name is Qing Shu, what's yours?" the fox changed the subject.

The monkey was stunned: "Aren't you a fox? Why have you changed your mind again?"

"Qingshu is the name of the fox. You don't not have a name, do you?" The fox generously explained to the monkey, "If your name is unique, it's best to include your background and abilities. At the very least, it should be impressive."

"Everyone has a name, I do! I just didn't expect you to have one too."

The little monkey stiffened its neck, its eyes darting around for a long time, before finally speaking after a long pause: "My name is Monkey Wine!"

"Monkey Nine? You have eight brothers and sisters?" the fox asked.

The sound accurately translated the monkey's name, but the fox deliberately misinterpreted it, trying to find out more about the monkey troop.

"No, no, it's wine, the kind of wine you can drink." The monkey finally got a chance to show off and quickly explained, "It's the kind of wine that monkeys brew. After drinking it, you'll feel very relaxed, your face will get hot, and you'll feel dizzy."

"I'm the best at brewing wine among the little monkeys, so I can call it Monkey Wine. No other monkey can have this name."

"Foxes know about wine, foxes can brew it, and so can humans."

"No, you're talking nonsense. Only monkeys can make wine! You must have eaten a sour fruit and thought it was wine."

The fox remained silent, sizing up the little monkey as if it had figured out its personality.

So the fox shook its head: "No, you're talking nonsense."

"I don't!"

The fox stared at it in silence for a moment before nodding perfunctorily: "Alright, alright, you're not lying. Only you monkeys know how to brew wine."

Having said that, the fox turned and started walking down the mountain. The little monkey got anxious and chased after the fox, saying, "Don't you believe me?"

"Fox believes you, even the fox believes you're the best brewer among monkeys."

"I really didn't lie, you have to believe me!"

"Fox Letter".

"You clearly don't believe me!" The little monkey hurriedly pulled out some fruit from his backpack and showed it to the fox. "Look, these are all the fruits I use to make wine. Next time, I can even share some of my wine with you. Apart from my mother, no other monkey has ever tasted it!"

The fox kept its eyes straight ahead and only went down the mountain.

The little monkey was extremely anxious and blocked the fox's path: "What will it take for you to believe me? I'll take you straight to my house, and you'll see when we get there!"

"Didn't you refuse to take the fox along? Besides, the fox has things to do and is in a hurry to go home."

"No, you have to come with me. If you don't come with me, I'll... I'll never talk to you again!" The monkey gritted its teeth and uttered its harshest words.

The fox chuckled inwardly, finally looking at the monkey properly and nodding: "Alright, then the fox will go and take a look."

Foxes are kind-hearted; if you keep teasing them, you might make the little monkey sick with worry.

Upon hearing this, the monkey happily led the fox home.