Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

The sky was shrouded with dark clouds, and the mountain wind howled.

At the foot of Fox Mountain, amidst the sand and dust whipped up by the wind, next to the fertilizer medicine field, there was a brand new medicine field.

In the new medicine field, there were still rows and rows of tree-men standing in horse stance.

But these tree-men had a faint heat emanating from their Dantian!

Peach Blossom Eyes carried a small spade, treading here and there in this brand new medicine field.

"Ying ying ying?"

The soil here was too soft! It stepped up and used its big tail, "bang bang bang", tapping a few times, then nodded in satisfaction, feeling proud, and continued its inspection.

"Ow ow ow?"

Another patch of land was too firm! It swung its small spade, huffing and puffing to loosen the soil! After a short while, seeing the newly turned soft soil, it grinned and continued its patrol.

This medicine field was a new agricultural production workshop at Fox Mountain, specifically producing Fox Mountain’s "Herbicide No.1"!

Moreover, this medicine field had Fox Mountain’s latest technology... This was cultivated successfully by Master combining the Meat Bottle Mountain’s "Human Body Furnace" technology, along with the latest characteristic of "Pill Fire does not extinguish upon leaving the body"!

Peach Blossom Eyes looked at the tree-man beside it, approached, and put its head against the tree-man’s Dantian, indeed feeling the warmth inside.

Moreover, it could hear the "huff huff" sounds of flames, hear the "glug glug" sounds of medicine refining.

It tilted its chubby head and laughed again.

"Ying ying ying!"

This was Master’s Pill Fire, leaning against the tree, you could feel the temperature of the Pill Fire. Approximately equal to Master’s temperature!

In this medicine field, every tree-man had Master’s Pill Fire burning inside. It could lean on any tree and feel Master’s warmth!

After finishing loosening the soil, it furrowed its brows, estimating the time.

"Ying ying ying!"

The first row of the trees on the very left should have completed refining, right?

It "whoosh whoosh whoosh" rushed beside the medicine field, brought a stack of small buckets, placed them under the tree-men’s bottom, waiting for them to produce "Herbicide No.1".

...

Inside the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo sat behind the table, with one hand resting on the cold rough Bronze Table, the other holding a newly excavated Copper Plate, reading carefully.

"Huh... this is... the plan made by Ancient Immortal Sequence Seven, wanting to revive a withered Sequence Six Immortal Grass?"

Bai Mo frowned, looked for a long time, and clicked his tongue.

"Can this be revived?

"Very unlikely."

The Immortal Cultivation System of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty was very strange.

Sequence Seven’s Firemen simply couldn’t understand the writings of Sequence Six, let alone access any knowledge from Sequence Six.

Sending ordinary Sequence Seven Firemen to revive higher sequence withered grass was equivalent to drawing a lottery, gambling on luck.

Bai Mo put down this Copper Plate, picked up the second one, wiped the mud off it, looked at the wear and tear on the Copper Plate, linked the context, and read carefully.

"Oh... this is... the achievements of reviving withered Immortal Grass?

"Ah?

"There really were achievements?

"Kept the Immortal Grass’s life hanging?"

Bai Mo clicked his tongue in wonder, feeling that not all of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty’s Firemen were useless!

And so, he picked up the third Copper Plate.

While reading, he picked up a cup and sipped some hot tea.

"Hmm, this tea is quite nice, very fragrant.

"Later, pick more, and send it to the cafeteria for the disciples to drink."

On this thought, Bai Mo furrowed his brows.

"No... they aren’t used to drinking plain tea.

"Better make it into milk tea, for them to drink."

And so, Bai Mo drank tea, sitting behind the Bronze Table, reading through one Copper Plate and Stone Slab after another, looking for useful knowledge bit by bit.

"The ten kinds of Secret Medicine for promoting to Sequence Six, in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, seemed like common knowledge, often appearing in some daily documentation.

"Still need to read carefully."

Reading one Copper Plate after another, finishing one note after another.

Bai Mo picked up a Stone Slab again.

"Alas? It’s the sequel of the Sequence Seven Fireman saving the Immortal Grass?

"In the end... still couldn’t save it?"

Bai Mo grinned.

Sure enough, still useless!

...

The documents beside the table were quickly finished.

The disciples unearthed new documents and brought them to Bai Mo.

And so, the documents beside the table increased and decreased.

By dusk, as Fox Mountain was enveloped in twilight, Bai Mo had just finished reading the last document and writing the last note.

He looked at the screen of the notebook computer, feeling a bit puzzled.

"Many of the documents excavated these days are about Sequence Seven Firemen rescuing Sequence Six Immortal Grass."

This was not surprising, as the archaeological team of disciples had completed the excavation of the General Worship Platform and were now excavating an orchard of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty.

But, Bai Mo couldn’t figure it out.

"If wanting to revive Sequence Six Immortal Grass, wouldn’t it be more successful to have a Sequence Six Alchemist do it themselves?

"Moreover, that was the Ancient Immortal Dynasty. Was such a fuss worth it for mere Sequence Six Immortal Grass?

"What an odd culture?"

Bai Mo furrowed his brow, clicking his tongue.

"Could it be related to promotion?"

...

After dinner, the pitch-black Fox Mountain dormitory hall quickly buzzed with activity again.

A thousand fox disciples gathered, forming circle after circle, sitting quietly, surrounding the Master in the center, attending the full assembly meeting!

One fluffy head after another lifted up.

Pairs of dark red eyes looked towards the center of the circle.

Each fox held a warm cup of milk tea, each fox’s face wore a smiling expression.

They didn’t know what Master was going to talk about... but every time the Master held a meeting, there was always good news!