Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Bai Mo stood in the middle of the circle, looked at the disciples, and cleared his throat.

"In everyone’s milk tea, there are pudding and taro balls. While having the meeting, eat and drink as you should."

However, the disciples didn’t have time to drink milk tea.

They placed their milk tea cups on the ground, freeing up their front paws to cheer and applaud their master!

Rounds and rounds of disciples erupted in wave-like cheers and thunderous applause!

"Ying ying ying!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Ying ying ying!"

...

Bai Mo smiled and continued speaking.

"Our Fox Mountain has developed to this day and has achieved great progress."

"On one hand, we have one hundred and thirty-eight cars. These cars can carry seeds, fertilizers, and pesticides at faster speeds to further places!"

Applause like thunder resounded again in the grand hall, and each fox was proud and upright!

"On the other hand, we have fertilizer and pesticide workshops. We can automate the production of fertilizers and pesticides, make it easier to grow more medicinal herbs, which can be used to produce even more pesticides and fertilizers—a cycle that keeps growing bigger!"

Applause like thunder resounded again in the grand hall, with each fox waving their tail, happy together!

"Furthermore, all disciples at Fox Mountain have generally improved their farming skills, and farming efficiency has generally increased!"

The fox disciples cheered and clapped even more, feeling proud!

"Ying ying ying!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Ying ying ying!"

Each of them felt they had stronger farming skills, each felt praised by their master!

Bai Mo continued.

"Therefore, I have decided to launch the Fox Mountain Great Wilderness Development Plan starting tomorrow!

"Our current medicinal field is ten thousand acres in front of the mountain.

"Starting tomorrow, we will continue to expand the medicinal field outwards, to open up another one thousand acres of new medicinal fields!"

All the foxes widened their eyes, their eyes shining brightly.

Open up another one thousand acres of medicinal fields?

The foxes jumped and raised their front paws, starting to cheer!

"Ying ying ying!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"Ying ying ying!"

More fields mean more herbs!

More herbs mean Fox Mountain is safer!

...

The meeting was over, and the fox disciples gathered into circles, each holding a milk tea cup, chatting and bragging.

Peach Blossom Eyes raised their head proudly.

"Ying ying ying, oh oh oh oh..."

...They didn’t know what task they’d be responsible for in this Great Wilderness Development, but their pesticide field could produce one thousand barrels of herbicide every day!

Moon Claw raised their milk tea cup, speaking in fox language.

"Oh oh oh, ying ying ying..."

...They didn’t know what task they’d be responsible for in this Great Wilderness Development, but driving through the medicinal field didn’t take them longer than eating an apple!

...

Bai Mo sat by the bedside, glanced at the disciples chatting and bragging in the distance, and grinned, then looked down at the task dispatch plan on the notebook.

Fox Mountain will have more and more advanced agricultural technology, farming will become easier and easier.

While ensuring the disciples’ work intensity is healthy enough, we can gradually expand the scale of medicinal fields and production.

Black Claw and White Claw snuggled beside their master, on his left and right, squeezing his shoulders.

Both foxes held their milk tea cups, sipping happily.

Occasionally, they used a small spoon to scoop a piece of pudding, a taro ball, and fed it to their master.

"Oh, delicious."

Bai Mo grinned and ate a taro ball.

After confirming the task dispatch plan, seeing it was still early, he continued reading the documents transcribed during the day.

He opened a document, didn’t read much, and couldn’t help but laugh. It turned out the document recorded that a Sequence Seven Fireman from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty insisted on reviving a Sequence Six Withered Grass, spending over three hundred years. But before the Immortal Grass was revived, he exhausted his lifespan and died first.

"It’s easy to kill an Immortal Grass. Reviving one takes an immeasurable amount of time."

Bai Mo flipped and read, soon laughed again.

It turned out the document recorded that a Sequence Seven Fireman from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty insisted on reviving a Sequence Six Withered Grass, exhausting all his wealth and savings, but the grass couldn’t be revived.

"Heh heh, the person hasn’t died yet, but the money is spent first."

Reviving Immortal Grass is somewhat a defiance of nature, requiring terrifying astronomical resources.

Bai Mo continued flipping through and saw an ancient Fireman joke... A Sequence Seven Fireman from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty insisted on reviving a Sequence Six Withered Grass, exhausting himself daily with no time for his wife, resulting in his wife running off with someone else!

"Heh heh, if you don’t care for your wife, someone else will."

Reviving Immortal Grass is harder than nurturing it! It requires a very terrifying amount of effort!

At this moment, Bai Mo’s Spiritual Sense was triggered... it was Poison Master Wang E’s supply for today, which had arrived!

He squinted his eyes, switching his vision... in his vision, Wang E’s notebook had another Sequence Seven text on it.

This time, it was half a prescription, just enough to complete the entirety with a previous one from a few days ago.

"If combined into a full document... is it a prescription for helping humans replenish blood?

"Does Meat Bottle Mountain have such a thing?

"Or perhaps... replenishing blood is just to make it easier to extract more blood?"

Bai Mo furrowed his brow.

Continuing to look, he saw on Poison Master Wang E’s notebook: handwritten intelligence.

[In Meat Bottle Mountain, an Ancient Immortal found a dried-up Immortal Grass in the wild]

[He lamented it’s a Sequence Six Immortal Grass]

[He seems to value it, but didn’t consider reviving the Immortal Grass, only temporarily preserving it]

Bai Mo smacked his lips.

"The dried-up high sequence Immortal Grasses from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, if revived, would require massive resources, effort, and a long time.

"Today’s dried-up high sequence Immortal Grasses have already dried up for thousands upon thousands of years, reviving them would be even more difficult.

"The Ancient Immortal probably doesn’t have that energy or as many resources.

"Even us at Fox Mountain, with such abundant resources, as of now, we’ve only started reviving dried-up high sequence Immortal Grasses..."

Bai Mo thought and recalled.

"...We’ve only started reviving forty-eight Immortal Grasses."

Beside him, Black Claw and White Claw held their milk tea cups, widened their eyes, nodded in agreement with their master’s words.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Oh oh oh!"

...Fox Mountain, of course, is the most awesome!

Bai Mo patted Black Claw’s head, then White Claw’s belly.

"Our situation is different from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty.

"The higher the sequence of Immortal Grass, the more delicate and demanding for care.

"In this Dream Immortal Realm, dormant for tens of millions of years, ordinary low-sequence Immortal Grass can still survive.

"But high-sequence Immortal Grass, without care for millions of years, has long perished!

"Even the most resilient and tenacious varieties, today are dried up and devoid of life.

"To use high-sequence Immortal Grass, we must exert great effort to revive and cultivate them."

Speaking, Bai Mo felt odd again.

"At that time, high-sequence Immortal Grass hadn’t yet perished, right?

"Then why did they have to revive dried-up Immortal Grass?

"Could it really be related to the promotion ceremony?

"Or do Immortal Grasses change after being revived?"

Bai Mo furrowed his brow, not daring to make presumptions, needing to wait for disciples to uncover more documents.

...

At noon, the KFC restaurant was bustling, crowded.

A large plate of fried chicken was set on the table.

Fox disciple Big Flower Arm sat in Bai Mo’s arms, eating happily, oil dripping from their mouth.

When they reached a crunchy bone, they rubbed their head against their master’s chest.

"Ying ying ying!"

Across the table, Fang Xiaoyu, long unseen, wore a loose hoodie, hair casually tied at the back, skin breaking out, seemingly tired for a long time.

But her expression was relaxed, as if finally relieved!

"Oh, Expert Bai Mo, your Immortal Beast... its colors change!"

Immortal Beast, color changing does seem to make sense!

Big Flower Arm sat in their master’s arms, head tilted with a mischievous smile.

Bai Mo grinned without explaining.

"Weren’t you very busy? How come you have time today to eat with me?"

Upon seeing Fang Xiaoyu’s smile.

"I changed jobs!"