Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Whizz...

In front of the sink in the bathroom, Song Xiangshuai washed the blood off his face.

"Pah!"

He spat out another mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Damn it! I must take revenge!"

Just recently beaten up, it had only been a dozen minutes, and his body was already mostly recovered.

Even after washing with water, he could see in the mirror that the bruises on his face were quickly fading.

He’s always been like this since he was young!

Tall, strong, fair-skinned, handsome, and able to withstand a beating, he recovers incredibly fast!

Splash...

A splash of cold water again to his face, and a thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

"Am I... basically no match for Yang Zhan?

"His damned mother runs a chain of aesthetic clinics, his dad is the chairman of the Immortal Technique Committee.

"My mom’s the deputy director of a bread factory, and my dad is the director of the same factory.

"What the hell am I doing fighting with him?"

Song Xiangshuai frowned, his mouth twitching.

"Won’t he come for me again?"

He took out his phone from his pocket.

"Screen cracked? Can it still work?"

With a few operations, it worked!

He then sent a message to his adviser.

[Brother Li, my mom’s sick, I’m going home for a few days]

Then he sent a message to his father.

[Old man, I’m heading home to lay low for a bit]

What he didn’t know was that on the wet tip of his freshly washed eyebrow, a tiny transparent bug perched. The compound eyes of this little bug shared the same view as his eyes, even broader!

Everything he could see, the little bug could see too. For instance, the two messages he just sent on his phone.

He was even unaware that little bugs were perched on his hair, shoulders, and shoes.

Above his head and all around, there were also little bugs lying in wait.

He was under complete surveillance!

"Is the competition still going in the arena?"

He peeked his head out of the restroom, seeing no one in the corridor, then quickened his steps, and swiftly slipped away.

The transparent little bugs followed him silently and invisibly.

...

In a small inn in the urban village.

Black Stone Bone lay on the bed, grinning wide.

"Heh heh heh, this skill of the Gu Master is really handy!"

All the images seen by the compound eyes of the bugs tracking Song Xiangshuai were transmitted remotely, reaching his eyes and connecting with his nerves.

At this moment, in his mind appeared the image of Song Xiangshuai getting into a Running Bull car, starting the engine.

"Hey, this dog still has some money?

"Later on, I’ll find some people in the Dark World and get myself a nice car!"

This Song Xiangshuai definitely has intricate connections with Harlan Zhongli!

Even if he doesn’t contain Harlan Zhongli, as long as he’s monitored, we’ll certainly find him!

"Hmph, do those alchemy folks have this convenient surveillance method?"

What he didn’t know was that on his eye surface, on his eyeballs, and the nerves connecting behind, were wrapped with white mycelium.

...

Fox Mountain.

It was late at night, the night full of darkness.

Inside the dormitory hall, it was pitch black, not a finger in sight.

The wailing wind outside mirrored the steady, long breaths of the foxes within.

White mist surged, Bai Mo holding Big Nose walked out from within.

"Oh? Everyone’s asleep?"

"Sniff sniff!"

Bai Mo, cautiously holding Big Nose, went over to the bed to find the spot left for him by the disciples.

He lay down, cradling Big Nose, reaching out to pat Little Flower Arm’s head next to him, stepping on Star Ear’s tail.

"Sleep now!"

He said to Big Nose.

Then extended his hand, releasing a cloud of white mist mid-air.

In the white mist, images appeared, which were Black Stone Bone’s surveillance of Song Xiangshuai, rebroadcast by Bai Mo.

"Not gonna kill this guy yet. Keep him as a relay."

This Harlan Zhongli on Song Xiangshuai carries some intriguing secrets.

Better to monitor him closely first!

Big Nose in Bai Mo’s arms didn’t sleep but instead rested its head against the master’s chin, watching the surveillance rebroadcast with its dark red eyes alongside its master.

Bai Mo grinned, stroking the creature’s plump belly, collecting the surveillance broadcast, softly saying.

"Let’s not watch for now, time to sleep!"

"Grr!"

He closed his eyes along with Big Nose.

Bai Mo thought again of Huang Sitong... Is she really a Holy Land Heir?

Her foundation was laid too solidly. And it does indeed resemble the Yaochi Holy Land style noted in the literature.

"We’ll look into what she’s up to later."

...

In the dreamscape, the Yaochi Holy Land ruins, it was night again.

In the small dilapidated house, a flicker of candlelight danced.

Flowerpot Ancient Immortal, Ancient Plow Immortal, and Huang Sitong sat around the table, all looking solemn.

"Today... Harlan Zhongli emanated another large-scale fluctuation!

"This isn’t normal.

"Frequent large-scale fluctuations every few days, wouldn’t it invite easy discovery?"

Huang Sitong beside them, leaning on the table with her elbow, supported her head, smacking her lips.

"When do these Immortal Elixirs emit large-scale fluctuations?"

Flowerpot Ancient Immortal explained.

"It isn’t easy for Immortal Elixirs to endure through ancient times.

"To protect themselves, Immortal Elixirs will hide, rarely emitting large-scale fluctuations!

"Unless...the container is about to be destroyed, and there’s no other vessel for the Immortal Elixir to jump into.

"Then the Immortal Elixir will release its potency to save the container."

Huang Sitong nodded.

"So it means, that Song Xiangshuai, got injured, and also has no son, or brothers for the Immortal Elixir to transfer?"

Both Flowerpot Ancient Immortal and Ancient Plow Immortal looked puzzled.

"How could he not have a son? How could he not have brothers?

"The Immortal Elixir containers are tall, big, fair-skinned, handsome, definitely meeting mate standards.

"Moreover, energetic and proactive, he wouldn’t resist spreading seeds all over.