Chapter 38: They Really Came After All

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The little fox wrote: Three hundred miles from Zhou City lies an abandoned fox clan cave, where the master may go to slumber.

It was then that Qin Changsheng realized he had never truly understood the little fox before.

Since she knew of the fox clan’s cave, she was no ordinary fox.

“When did you develop such high intelligence?” Qin Changsheng asked cautiously, scrutinizing the little white fox. After a long moment of reflection, he sighed with relief, realizing he had not revealed the secret of the Changsheng Stele to her.

Even so, the little white fox knew many of his secrets, and he was eager to learn when she had gained such keen intellect.

“When my master found and saved me, I already possessed the wisdom of a human child. But I was newly born and had not yet inherited any cultivation legacy,” the little fox wrote on the ground.

Sensing Qin Changsheng’s wariness, the little fox used her adorable paws to scratch a line into the earth: “If master objects, we can sign a master-servant contract, so that I, Little White, can never betray master for all eternity.”

Then, from within her body, she condensed a drop of heartfelt blood. Mysterious and complex runes shimmered across it—an exclusive master-servant contract of the fox clan. Little White then wrote on the ground: only one drop of the master’s essence blood is needed to complete the bond.

Seeing the little fox so well-versed, Qin Changsheng nodded, condensing a drop of his essence blood to merge with her heartfelt blood, forging the contract.

Instantly, a mystical connection blossomed between him and the little fox.

Qin Changsheng found that he could determine Little White’s life or death with a single thought, and communicate with her seamlessly through consciousness.

“I will first go to Zhou City on some business, then visit the place you mentioned.”

With a sigh, Qin Changsheng gazed at the vast lake spanning dozens of miles. Though it was no small feat, he chose to dive in and swim back, refusing to suffer humiliation.

He stood on the island and prepared to sprint.

In an instant, he shot across the water like a sharp arrow.

Then he performed a dazzling display of lightness skill, skimming across the surface.

This technique relied on rapidly kicking the water to generate enough force to propel the body forward—it was not flying.

He was probably the only cultivator in history who had cultivated immortal energy, fused both yin and yang origins, possessed a blood realm and laws, yet could not fly and had only a century of lifespan.

After a running start, he finally ran across the lake’s surface, his legs leaving afterimages, successfully avoiding becoming a drenched mess.

“Master is going to Zhou City on business? Why not go with Nangong Ruoxi? That way you could hitch a ride on her flying sword,” the little fox inquired.

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The little fox expressed her confusion. Nangong Ruoxi was definitely heading to Zhou City, yet Qin Changsheng waited until she left before saying he needed to go there—a strange behavior.

It was hard to believe that in such a short time this little fox had attained such high intelligence. What surprised Qin Changsheng most was that she was a Qingqiu fox, with the potential to awaken the bloodline of a nine-tailed demon fox upon maturity.

“I’m going to Zhou City to try to kill someone. Ruoxi would be inconvenient to have around; only I can go to intimidate that person, so they won’t trouble her later.”

Qin Changsheng reached out and stroked Little White’s head. “After this fight, I will truly go into slumber.”

“Brother Chen An, I wonder if you have entered the Divine Transformation stage yet?”

“I’ve come to catch up with you.”

Qin Changsheng held the little fox and headed toward Zhou City.

“......”

Zhou City.

A young man in a Taoist robe and a little monk sat quietly, roasting chicken meat on the ground. After some time trying to shake off the other, the Taoist youth gave up and instead began to subtly lead the monk astray.

The issues with the brothel earlier had bored the monk, who no longer visited. The Taoist youth realized their progress was too rapid, and the monk was highly alert, making it difficult to mislead him. In recent days, the Taoist youth had switched tactics.

He began breaking the monk’s precepts through trivial matters: eating a bowl of vegetarian noodles with a piece of meat inside; drinking water that secretly contained some wine; pretending to read a book, but accidentally exposing the monk to portraits of beauties skilled in the eighteen martial arts.

At first, the monk was quick to defend against these traps, but over time, one slip after many precautions led to several broken precepts within just five or six days.

Though the monk was exceptionally talented, an immortal golden-bodied monk, he could not completely resist the Taoist youth’s unscrupulousness.

Eventually, the monk focused only on guarding the more fundamental principles. If he couldn’t win, he’d join in, even voluntarily drinking and eating meat with the Taoist youth, which left the latter somewhat bewildered.

They became inseparable, like close friends.

After every recitation of Buddhist scriptures by the monk, the Taoist youth would offer his devilish interpretations. They argued fiercely each time, both trying to persuade the other, two stubborn minds evenly matched.

Over time, the Taoist youth gained a trace of Buddhahood, while the monk acquired a hint of demonic nature.

Both were aware of the changes but chose not to part ways, instead making each other the whetstone for their Divine Transformation.

They understood that one would enter Divine Transformation first, marking the moment their rivalry would be decided—a victory or defeat that would bring profound change.

“Meat and wine pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart. Brother Chen An, are you disappointed?”

The little monk laughed heartily, mouth greasy from a chicken drumstick: “This actually proves that even a devil like you can become a Buddha, as long as you have a steadfast heart toward the Buddha, anyone can achieve Buddhahood at any time.”

Even while eating meat, the little monk did not forget to persuade the Taoist youth, radiating holy Buddhist light, looking truly sacred.

“Nonsense. Buddha’s precepts are too many. Devils are free and unfettered—want to visit a brothel, go visit a brothel; want to drink wine, drink wine; want to eat meat, eat meat. If something vexes the heart, one sword to sever it; if joyous, enjoy with wine and meat,” the Taoist youth retorted, tearing off a large portion of chicken and eating faster.

Seeing him eat so quickly, the little monk snatched some food, fearing this shameless fellow would eat it all.

In an instant, they began to fight.

After a while, they sat down and resumed verbal attacks to unsettle each other’s mindset.

Still, neither gained the upper hand in the fight or debate.

The Taoist youth sighed: “Being with a monk like you is so dull. Looking back, that sly Qin Changsheng was easier to get along with—at least he wouldn’t be a killjoy, and would patiently wait while I devoured souls...”

Just as he finished speaking, the monk smiled oddly.

Raising a hand to point forward, the monk chuckled: “You mean him? He’s here...”

In the sunset, a white-haired youth carried a broad, heavy sword on his back. A snow-white, beautiful fox lay atop his shoulder. The long, slanting shadow cast by the sun stretched far across the ground.

The Taoist youth looked up in astonishment, momentarily stunned.

“He really came?”

“Doesn’t look like good news.”

The Taoist youth tossed aside the chicken bone, and while the monk was distracted, patted his shoulder, wiping off the grease before withdrawing his hand.

At that moment, the white-haired youth had already arrived before them.

“......”

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