The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 119 General Turtle

Yu Niang watched as the fox spoke human language and then thrashed wildly in the water. Terrified, she shrank even smaller, muttering, "Fox spirit—I didn't mean to offend you. I didn't know I would offend you. I will never pretend to be a fox spirit again—"

"Don't cry, we're not monsters, we're here to save you." Hu Nianshuang gently held Yu Niang's hand and looked at her tenderly.

"How could you know she was crying while she was in the water?" The fox finally steadied itself, gathering its last breath, its heart filled with doubt, wishing it could speak.

Hmm, foxes can project their spirits out of their bodies?

"Save me?" Yu Niang's tone rose, and she glanced cautiously at the fox. "Is it because I've disguised myself as a fox spirit so many times that the fox spirit remembers me?"

"After I return home, I will definitely dress up as you every day, every month, and every year—"

Yu Niang's expression became devout, and she spoke faster and faster, as if she was trying her best to convince herself.

Hu Nianshuang was both amused and exasperated. Just as she was about to speak, a commotion suddenly broke out outside, with gurgling sounds and footsteps coming from the other end of the passageway.

The turtle spirit's face changed drastically, and he trembled all over: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has returned!"

The fox's expression hardened, and before the turtle spirit could speak again, it pressed a paw down on its body, its two tails shimmering as they wrapped around the turtle spirit's head. The turtle spirit froze, falling to the ground motionless.

"Fox, go take a look."

The guards at the other end of the passage had already gone out, and the fox followed behind them, looking outside.

Those shrimp soldiers and turtle demons who were lying haphazardly all stood up, holding weapons in their hands, and lined up neatly in two rows. Each of them stood up straight and proud, and there was no trace of their laziness.

Heavy footsteps came from the other end of the passageway. First, four tall shrimp soldiers with shiny black shells entered, carrying a stone sedan chair on their backs.

The turtle general sat on the stone sedan chair, which was three or four times larger than an ordinary turtle spirit. The shell on its back was almost as wide as the stone gate, filling the passage completely. If it were a little stronger, it probably wouldn't be able to get in.

It held a round hammer about half a person's height in one hand and a ball of water in the other, inside which a red fish lay.

The fish was in much worse condition than the last time I saw it. It was almost motionless, a piece of its tail was missing, and thin streams of blood were seeping from the wound, almost staining the entire mass of water red.

"My lords! I'm back!"

General Turtle grinned, hurled its hammer, cleaving the water and smashing the stone chamber walls, sending shards of rock flying. It then flicked a ball of water with its claws, sending the red fish crashing against the wall before bouncing back.

"Your Majesty is mighty and possesses great supernatural powers!" the demon soldiers on both sides shouted in unison.

The fox, looking serious, retreated and sent his spirit into his body to communicate telepathically: "What a huge turtle! It even caught the red fish."

"Is it that water god?"

"Of course, the fox is going to save it."

"Brother, don't worry. That turtle general is definitely not someone to be trifled with. Do you have any ideas, brother?"

The fox nodded: "Foxes can conceal their aura. That turtle general doesn't seem to be very perceptive; he shouldn't be able to detect it."

"That's hard to say," Hu Nianshuang pondered. "My sister used to be able to sense the fluctuations of the surrounding water flow by relying on this water-repelling bead. If any foreign object approached, she could detect its location."

"That turtle general is a water spirit, and he may possess such supernatural powers. We must not be careless. Sister, I have an idea."

"That makes sense, tell me why?" The fox readily agreed.

"Why don't you and your sister transform into these women, hide in the prison, and mingle with them? That turtle general will definitely go looking for that painting later; we can wait until it leaves and then find a good opportunity."

"Foxes cannot become like them."

"Brother's supernatural powers far surpass those of his sister; where does this come from?"

"The fox is a male fox and doesn't want to become a female."

The fox has principles, and it's not yet time for it to break those principles; it already has a new idea.

"You do this and that—" the fox instructed Hu Nianshuang, then burrowed back into its body, found a soft spot on the ground, dug a small hole, and hid its flesh.

Then, with a thought, its spirit left its body, transforming into a small fox, and attached itself to the unconscious turtle spirit.

Inside the lobby.

General Turtle nodded in satisfaction, stepped down from the sedan chair, walked step by step to the stone platform, and sat down comfortably: "How has the cave been while I was away?"

The judge stood at the front of the procession and bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, all is well."

"What about the painting?"

The judge remained silent for a few moments: "We're still looking."

"Still looking?" General Turtle sneered. "Didn't you say the painting was in the City God Temple and that you'd find it before I got back? I'm asking you, are you trying to fool me?"

"I wouldn't dare. The City God trusts me; I have indeed seen it with my own eyes."

"Why can't I find it?"

After a moment's thought, the judge truthfully said, "The turtle spirit we sent out wasn't very clever. It said it didn't recognize the painting and returned empty-handed."

General Turtle stared at him and sneered, "Are you saying my men are all useless?"

"Nonsense." The judge lowered his head and remained silent.

"Then why don't you go yourself? Don't you know him?" General Turtle drawled. "Oh, I forgot, you're a homeless stray dog ​​now. You don't even dare to leave my mansion. You're just hoping my men will work for you."

The judge's expression shifted between anger and rage, but as the saying goes, "one must bow one's head when under someone's roof." Just as he was about to suppress his anger, he saw the turtle demon he had sent out earlier swaggering over.

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

"explain."

The fox, controlling the turtle spirit, concealed itself and spoke in a wronged tone: "I've searched everywhere for that painting, even looking through those clay statues. I guessed the painting might be inside one of them, so I smashed them open with stones, first on their butts, then on their heads, but even after smashing them all, I still couldn't find it—"

"Enough!" the judge gritted his teeth, his body trembling.

The fox feigned surprise, moved closer to General Turtle, and then closer to the water droplet: "Your Majesty, did I misspoke?"

"You're right, you're right, good job smashing them!" General Turtle laughed heartily. After the judge turned and left, he added, "Anyway, they're just a bunch of unwanted trash. Don't be afraid, I won't punish you; I'll even reward you!"

The fox feigned shyness: "How could I dare accept such a gift from Your Majesty?"

As the fox spoke, it kept rubbing its paws, its eyes glancing at the water sphere before quickly looking away: "Your Majesty, is this fish the water god? It's so small."

"It's incredibly capable. It's just that I've locked it in this ball, so it can't unleash its full potential."

"Your Majesty is amazing! Is this water sphere sturdy enough? Will it break free?"

General Turtle naturally saw through the little turtle spirit's thoughts and deliberately teased it: "I can't give this to you. You've only done so much, smashing a few broken statues, and you think you can mess with my water god?"

"Your Majesty is right, but, but..." The fox seemed to suddenly remember something, "I also caught something good, she can, can sing, sing—"

A turtle spirit nearby stared wide-eyed, gurgling, but unable to utter a single word: "It was clearly the little one who caught it!"