Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

The sky above Fox Mountain is as usual, filled with dense clouds.

Carts laden with medicinal herbs are being transported out from the warehouse of Fox Mountain, passing through the vast medicine fields, braving the mountain winds, arriving beside the Purple Earth Dragon Medicine Field. Amidst the "yip yip" cries of the foxes, they unload the cargo, piling them up into small hills.

Yet these piles of herbs don’t remain for long, as they are quickly picked up by a dozen or so foxes from the alchemy group, initially processed, and tossed into the blazing Alchemy Furnace to be refined into medicinal soup.

The medicinal soup flowing from the spigots of the furnace is collected into buckets with splashes, cooled for a bit, and then poured by the foxes into the Purple Earth Dragon Medicine Field.

Under the infusion of the medicinal soup, the Purple Earth Dragon Field undergoes a complete transformation!

Thick purple rhizomes, covered in fine scales, emerge from the ground and burrow back in, one after another, truly resembling the sight of dragons in the field!

The exceedingly precious Regenerative New Sprouts, hailed as "the secret medicine nonexistent in this era" and "the first tier missing from the Celestial Path," are now steeping in Bai Mo’s teacup. Dozens of tender buds brew into a cup of lush, fragrant green tea, which Bai Mo brings to his lips, gently blowing away the tea blossoms as he sips slowly.

"Tsk... not bad! Tastes somewhat like Dragon Well."

While drinking tea brewed from the Regenerative New Sprouts, Bai Mo comfortably sits in his chair, crossing his legs leisurely beside the furnace, occasionally controlling the Pill Fire or issuing commands to his disciples.

"Add another piece of Bai Cang Wood!"

"Wait, the bark of the Rotten Skin Grass needs to be rubbed off before you throw it in carelessly."

This batch of Bai Cang Wood and Rotten Skin Grass... is all about to expire. Once refined into medicinal soup, the Purple Earth Dragon here can fully revive and thrive. We won’t have to worry about the Purple Earth Dragon for now, just need to figure out how to deal with the other herbs that are quickly growing mold...

While consuming the Regenerative New Sprouts, Bai Mo can feel an increasingly strong life force growing within him!

It’s a subtle sensation that emanates from his heart and bone marrow, spreading throughout his body.

"Re-growing a severed limb, probably not a big issue.

"But regenerating from a drop of blood... that won’t quite do yet."

Bai Mo had roughly calculated, having a good sense of it in his heart.

"The so-called secret of regeneration... is just a thin paper window."

After truly solving the issue of the Withered Grass Revives, looking back at some of his previous ideas, they all seemed quite viable.

"It’s just a matter of time.

"Even without the Pill Fire Electric Mirror Immortal Technique, spending an extra ten days or so to go through any of these ideas seems possible to solve the problem?"

...

The morning’s work came to an end.

In the canteen, at little stone tables, the foxes ate and chatted about their tales in fox language.

Black Star grabbed today’s lunch cake stick, bending it into an arc, demonstrating to his fellow disciples.

"Yip yip yip, yap yap yap!"

The newly grown Purple Earth Dragon is just like this!

Watching the cake stick breaking, revealing the golden line paddy rice and chocolate filling inside, he widened his eyes and hurriedly brought his mouth close, sucking the exposed stuffing into his mouth.

...

Black Gloves gnawed on the cake stick, his lips smudged with chocolate, a dark mess, but that didn’t stop him from boasting.

"Yip yip yip, yap yap yap!"

... Master said that once the next batch of Red-headed Mushrooms is grown, the Ghost Cry Tree will also be revived!

Bai Mo sat next to the dining area, one hand feeding a cake stick to his mouth, while browsing his tablet, checking the accumulated literature of the morning.

"Hmm, still the literature of the Withered Grass Garden?"

Now that he had cracked the secret of the Withered Grass Revives, looking again at the various attempts by the Ancient Immortal Dynasty Fire People, it all seemed off-track, yet he could feel the time and dedication they had invested in it.

"For a stalk of withered grass, for a cultivation practice, decades, if not centuries, of time, are all placed in the Withered Grass Garden. Ultimately, nine out of ten times, as they near death, results are never achieved.

"The Immortal Dao is indeed ruthless.

"Even I, cracking the secret of the Withered Grass Revives, it took me... uh..."

Bai Mo took a bite of the cake stick, savoring the special chocolate flavor grown on Fox Mountain, slowly calculating the days.

"... it took me a full fifteen days!"

...

"Are they really going to share the cake?"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

In the brightly lit meeting room, a dozen middle-aged men sat around the table, laughing out loud around a cake.

After they laughed enough, they started to discuss business.

Then one of them, Poison Master Wang E, spoke calmly from one side of the table.

"The Super Harlan Zhongli of West State City, my master, really wants it!"

Today, Wang E was here on behalf of Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal to negotiate.

The others at the table were also here representing their respective Ancient Immortal Masters for the negotiations.

"My master wants it too!"

"My master wants it too!"

"My master wants it too!"...

Each saying they wanted it were all [Soup Men] of Sequence Eight, disciples of the Alchemy Path Ancient Immortals.

But even if they wanted it, they couldn’t go to West State City.

After all, numerous painful truths had shown them that the boss behind West State City was quite ruthless... Just Sequence Eight trying to cause trouble, trying to snatch Immortal Grass, they’d likely never return.

Sitting in the second seat of the meeting table, a thin black middle-aged man, Black Stone Bone, cracked a smile.

"Isn’t it strange that you from the Alchemy Path can’t produce a Sequence Seven?

"You want to snatch herbs from West State City, yet seek help from other paths?

"Has your Alchemy Path been cursed?"

At these words, the meeting table fell silent.

A crowd of disciples of the Alchemy Path Ancient Immortals fell into serious contemplation.