The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

The little monkey led the fox down the mountain. It darted left and right along the steep cliff face, and whether on purpose or not, it always chose the most difficult paths, sometimes clinging to the almost vertical cliff face, sometimes squeezing through the cracks in the rocks.

The fox followed at a leisurely pace, taking in the scenery along the way.

The rock face appears bare, but upon closer inspection, it reveals a hidden vitality. Some weeds, somehow taking root, sprout from the cracks in the rocks and grow into a patch. Turning to the other side of the mountain, one can see several low trees, growing crookedly and strangely shaped.

"Why does he look so strange?"

Perhaps because they had climbed so high, and it was getting close to night, the mountain wind was blowing incessantly. The fur on the fox's back first fell backward layer by layer, and then was blown up at an angle, rippling like water.

The fox, using its sense of distance to measure the tree, concluded that it must have been blown by the wind.

Not far away, three or five wild goats were munching on something with their heads down. Hearing the noise, they all raised their heads, stared at the monkey and the fox for a couple of seconds, and then lowered their heads again, continuing to eat and drink as usual, completely ignoring them.

As they walked further, the terrain sloped down slightly, and a damp breeze drifted in from below. The fox pricked up its ears; a rumbling sound came from afar, growing deeper the closer it got, almost drowning out the wind.

"We're almost there," the little monkey called out as it turned around.

The fox followed it around a ridge, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

Below is a canyon, surrounded on three sides by cliffs. Thick water vapor rushes towards you, and a waterfall dozens of meters high falls from the top of the cliff, crashing into the pool at the bottom of the valley, stirring up a cloud of water mist. The deafening sound of the water is mixed with the squeaking and squeaking of monkeys.

The fox looked down and saw that the valley floor was lush and green, full of various fruit trees that the fox did not recognize, with colorful fruits scattered on the branches.

Countless monkeys darted among the trees, some lying on the branches, reaching out to snatch fruit that was within reach and stuffing it into their mouths, others swinging back and forth on the branches, then leaping down and falling into the stream below, branches and all.

"Is this your home?"

"Yes, yeah!" the little monkey puffed out its chest. "Envious, aren't you?"

The fox remained silent: "Sound, are you mistaken? Shouldn't a fox spirit live in a place like this?"

Just then, a whistle suddenly came from below. The fox looked in the direction of the sound and saw many monkeys appear out of nowhere on the cliff below, each carrying a wooden stick with one end sharpened. A burly monkey, a head taller than the one next to it, slowly approached and looked at the fox warily.

It put its finger in its mouth and whistled again. The other monkeys immediately climbed up the cliff and surrounded the fox.

The little monkey quickly tried to whistle, but couldn't get it to make a sound no matter how many times it tried. Finally, it jumped out and shouted, "Uncle Whistle, it's me!"

The burly monkey, now replaced by Ah Shao, finally noticed the little monkey hidden by the fox's tail. He frowned slightly and said, "Hey, it's you! Where have you been again?"

"Fall?" the fox asked, puzzled.

The little monkey covered its face, stammering, "This, this is me, my alias..."

The fox decided to find another place to inquire why its name sounded so painful.

Upon seeing that the fox could speak human language, Ah Shao was taken aback. His gaze lingered on its two heterochromatic tails for a moment, and he quietly made a gesture behind him. The other monkey immediately ran into the valley.

"Brother Shao, this is my new friend. I was almost captured by the ferocious eagle today, but it saved me."

Ah Shao frowned even more: "You went to Duan Yun Peak again? Don't you know that's the territory of the Fierce Eagle?"

"I..." The little monkey immediately wilted and dared not refute.

The fox watched with interest as the little monkey was scolded. After a while, the fox's gaze shifted downwards. Hearing the noise, the monkeys in the valley stopped what they were doing. Many of the larger monkeys, carrying their young, hid in the stone caves on the cliff—presumably their homes. The bolder ones approached, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of curiosity.

Most of the monkeys were naked, and the few that were clothed only had garments woven from grass leaves to barely cover their bodies. The fox's gaze shifted again, and it saw a large monkey emerge from the depths of the canyon, with broad shoulders and a glossy, smooth fur, followed by several sturdy monkeys. The other monkeys, upon seeing them, quickly made way for them.

The large monkey climbed up with agile movements. After it came to a stop, it didn't speak immediately, but reached out and pressed down, instantly silencing the surrounding noise.

Ah Shao immediately stopped scolding and bowed respectfully along with the little monkey:

"king."

"Father."

The fox glanced at the little monkey and thought, "No wonder you can wear clothes; you're the Monkey King's son."

A lookout monkey darted over and whispered in the monkey king's ear. The monkey king nodded and waved his hand: "All of you, step back and put your sticks away."

The monkey troop dispersed, and the monkey king looked at the fox: "Since you saved my son, you are now a guest of my Monkey Valley. Please come in."

A monkey emerged from the troop and led the way for the fox. The fox, without hesitation, lightly touched the ground and leaped down after the monkey.

The Monkey King then turned his attention to Shuai Shuai, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

"Father didn't hit me!" The little monkey was overjoyed. He shamelessly went forward to groom the monkey king, but his eyes kept glancing down, searching for the fox.

The Monkey King, seeing that the boy was unusually filial, originally intended to give him a few words of reprimand and let the matter drop.

That fox was clearly no ordinary creature; it was probably an ancient monster that had cultivated for thousands of years on some mountain. This brat, Shuai Shuai, is only two years old; even an ordinary wild fox could easily fool him, let alone a fox that had become a spirit. It wasn't Shuai Shuai's fault that he had the upper hand against the unsuspecting.

But the sensation behind the Monkey King suddenly disappeared, followed by a splash. The Monkey King turned around and saw that the brat was already soaking in the pool, swimming straight towards the fox.

The Monkey King remained expressionless.

To feel even a shred of sympathy for this brat would be irresponsible to the entire monkey troop.

Little did Shuai Shuai in the canyon know what she would experience after the fox left; she simply led the fox happily toward the open area by the pool.

There were some thick tree stumps standing there, covered with a few broad leaves, and piles of fruit forming small hills.

"Don't be shy, please help yourself."

The fox pawed at the food for a couple of seconds, showing little appetite.

"By the way, do you eat meat?" It slapped its forehead, walked into the cave at the bottom of the cliff, and returned a few moments later with a pile of roasted, golden-brown insects in its hands.

"Meat, eat up." It picked up a handful and placed it in front of the fox.

The fox looked at the insect's unseeing, lifeless eyes and its flailing, thin legs, and lost all appetite.

"Why aren't you eating anything?" the little monkey asked in confusion, then slapped its forehead as if suddenly realizing something. "Oh, you must want to try drinking with alcohol. Come on, I'll take you."

It led the fox to a cave hidden by vines on the cliff face. The cave was not spacious, but it was neatly arranged. Many small, square holes were carved into the cave walls, and dried fruit was placed inside.

The fox's eyes narrowed as it spotted something familiar.

The fox's frozen peach.