Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

In the office, Bai Mo and Su Yaoyao finished their communication, and the day’s work was completely over.

He sat in his office chair, stretched lazily, and yawned.

"Ah..."

Turning his head to look, he saw Big Nose and Fang Xiaoyu together huddled in front of the computer screen, their fox eyes were wide open, currently browsing for clothes!

He grinned, pulled out his phone, and opened Campus Wall to search for posts complaining about Huang Sitong.

There were surprisingly many of these posts, a quick search brought up a whole bunch!

[Can anyone relate, a post complaining about Huang Sitong, after taking a shower she doesn’t mop the floor, leaving the bathroom all wet]

Anonymous?

Bai Mo looked carefully, realizing the poster wasn’t anonymous... was the "real" name being complained about Huang Sitong’s?

Is it from Huang Sitong’s roommate?

Well, that’s quite something!

[Can anyone relate, a post complaining about Huang Sitong, she placed a shoe rack at the dorm entrance, exclusively for her own shoes. Like, how many shoes, are you a centipede?]

Below was a photo, showing the door panel of Huang Sitong’s dormitory, with the room number and the shoe rack beside it.

"406?"

That’s the room number Bai Mo needed!

The School of Pharmacy freshman dorms, Spring Radiance Building No. 6 at West University, this can be easily checked. Now with the room number...

...

406?

Ao?

Pang Youyou wearing the Invisibility Cloak, slung across his body the Electric Drill Cactus.

White Claw wearing the Invisibility Cloak, slung across his body the Small Space Medicine Box.

The two foxes paused for a moment, looking at the metal plaque on the door.

Should be this one, right?

Master taught them numbers, but they remembered them not too clearly... after all, they are just foxes.

Just then, Master’s telepathy sounded in their ears.

"That’s right, it’s this place. Go in, keep an eye on it!"

Ao?

The two foxes immediately stood quietly at the door.

After not long, as the dorm door cracked open a gap, and a foot just about to step out, they dived in swiftly with agility unfit for their chubby body!

...

Time always flies by quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Fox Mountain ushered in another day.

Bai Mo sat in the Bronze Hall, behind the desk, blowing the wind, reviewing item after item placed on the desk.

"This is the last of the Withered Grass Garden’s stuff."

The disciples have already gone to excavate the next place, at this moment bringing the last excavated assorted things and items potentially useful for the Master.

"Oh, on this Copper Plate is... a Suicide Letter."

"On this Stone Slab, some Ancient Immortal Dynasty Fireman held a longevity feast in the Withered Grass Garden, and recorded it down?"

Bai Mo held the Stone Slab, reading slowly with interest.

He gradually grinned, as he felt the joy recorded in the document.

"Not bad."

Setting down the Stone Slab, he saw other relics from Withered Grass Garden including small Tripods for cooking, Small Basins for bathing children, Axes for chopping wood, Copper Mirrors for grooming... "A strong sense of life."

Presumably, back then at Withered Grass Garden, a large number of Alchemists researched, studied, and lived there until old age.

"Here’s another artifact, did Ancient Immortal also like playing with bamboo?"

Bai Mo picked up a piece of bamboo.

It’s palm-sized, having gone through eons, the surface has turned rough and black, barely recognizable as bamboo. One end was tied with a decaying grass rope, binding a small Copper Plate. At a glance, it really looks like an antique.

But...

"It’s really not?"

Because the small Copper Plate tied on the bamboo was inscribed with Sequence Seven’s text.

If translated into modern Chinese, this text reveals... "Heaven-Reaching Bamboo?"

"Is this a section of Heaven-Reaching Bamboo, dead and waiting for resurrection?"

Bai Mo held it in his hand, stroked and fiddled with it, looking up and down.

"What an imposing name!"

Generally speaking, Ancient Immortals named their herbal medicines pretty objectively.

If this thing is named Heaven-Reaching Bamboo, it might actually grow sky-high.

Bai Mo removed the Copper Plate from this piece of dead bamboo, placing it on his side.

"After lunch, research and make plans for the revival of this Heaven-Reaching Bamboo into the production schedule."

He casually spread white mist in the air, images appeared within the mist, which were broadcasted from Black Stone Bone’s side, the live session of Song Xiangshuai.

The dimly lit scene was filled with inappropriate "ah ah" sounds and "clap clap" noises.

Bai Mo pulled his mouth, "Too spicy for the eyes."

He switched perspectives, and saw Huang Sitong’s dormitory, to check on the two disciples who went on a mission, to keep an eye on them.

...

The present world was in deep night.

Inside the 406 dorm, the ceiling lights were off, making the room dark.

It’s just that every girl had a small nightlight on her desk, either binge-watching shows, doing homework, or reading books.

Pang Youyou and White Claw squatted on an empty single bed, covered in their Invisibility Cloaks, secretly eating.

Foxes are cunning creatures!

They stuffed the icy bean paste cake ball into their mouths, then slowly chewed and swallowed with their mouths closed. This way, the smell wouldn’t be detected, nor the sound heard.

White Claw quietly opened the Small Space Medicine Box, pulled out two more icy bean paste cake balls, handed one under the cloak to Pang Youyou, and stuffed the other into its mouth.

In the dormitory, one of the girls exclaimed.

"Ah ah ah! It’s been so long since I’ve seen Bai Mo!"

"I hear he’s no longer going to the Immortal Grass Experimental Class, but going to the office block, no one knows what he’s doing."

Immediately, a girl echoed.

"Yes, yes, the chances to see handsome guys have reduced so much!"

Beside them, Huang Sitong, under the little nightlamp, just finished her homework.