Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

After having breakfast, Yang Ping'an and his companion visited Old Master Yang, who was working in his office.

"Oh, isn't this our Second Young Master Yang? You've finally decided to retire?" Old Master Yang looked up at the commotion and saw Yang Ping'an and the other man. He squinted and asked with a smile.

Hearing the old man's chuckle, Yang Yitan also looked at Yang Ping'an with amusement.

An embarrassed blush rose on Yang Ping'an's face, which he quickly suppressed.

"What do you mean, Second Young Master Yang or Third Young Master Yang? Aren't we all just trying to make a living under your wing?" Yang Ping'an retorted, barely suppressing his embarrassment.

"Hehe, I should thank you for coming, young man," Old Master Yang said with a chuckle.

"Alright, old man, I came to say hello, not to argue with you," Yang Ping'an said, not wanting to waste time on the topic.

"We've met and exchanged pleasantries, so please don't disturb my work." Old Master Yang, being a wise and experienced man, realized that Yang Ping'an had other business with him, and waved for Yang Ping'an and his companion to leave.

"Good heavens, so decisive?" Yang Ping'an's words were cut off before he could finish them, and he thought to himself.

Yang Ping'an went around behind Old Master Yang and rubbed his shoulders like a lackey. While rubbing, he gestured with his eyes to Yang Yitan, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Yang Yitan was puzzled, but after receiving Yang Ping'an's signal, he still picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the old man.

"Grandpa, I have some secrets about cultivation within the circle, as well as some information about the world that you need to know." Yang Ping'an gently tapped Grandpa Yang's shoulder and used his magic to throw out a jade slip containing the essential knowledge of cultivation in the fox demon world that Yang Ping'an knew.

"Oh, I'd like to take a look." Upon hearing this, Old Master Yang picked up the jade slip in surprise and placed it between his eyebrows.

"This circle was created by the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom, which matches the information that the One Qi Alliance has been collecting over the years. However, the creature outside the circle is so strange, capable of bewitching people at any moment." After closing his eyes and receiving the information, Old Master Yang pondered in his heart.

"Is it really true that no one in this circle can break through to the realm above the Demon Emperor?" Old Master Yang opened his tiger eyes and asked in surprise.

"This is my personal experience, there's absolutely no mistake about it," Yang Ping'an replied decisively.

"This information is very valuable. Should the intelligence regarding those outside the circle be shared with other prominent families?" Old Master Yang pondered for a moment before tentatively asking. After all, this was invaluable information provided by Yang Ping'an, and Old Master Yang respected Yang Ping'an's opinion on how to handle it.

"Since I've given this information to the old man, I have no objection to how it's handled," Yang Ping'an replied with a faint smile, sensing the old man's respect.

"Alright, then I'll leave this matter to you two." Old Master Yang stroked his beard and chuckled as he assigned the task to Yang Ping'an and Yang Ping'an.

All information from outside the One Qi Dao Alliance regarding the outside world is top secret, and only those of high rank and authority within the alliance have the authority to view it. Therefore, this information package provided by Yang Ping'an is naturally extremely important.

When Old Master Yang thought of the Masked Organization, which had become famous in recent years, the heads of various families knew their true identities perfectly well, so they did not expose them, but simply regarded them as young people full of vigor.

It just so happens that Yang Yitan is close to this group of people, and Yang Ping'an is also very familiar with Shenhuo Mountain Manor. It would be perfect to use them to pass on this information to the heads of various families.

As for the other forces in the One Qi Dao Alliance, Old Master Yang asked if there were any other major families in the One Qi Dao Alliance. The Xiao family and the Wen family left the group chat cursing.

"Ping An, send this jade slip to Shenhuo Mountain Manor." Old Master Yang added and deleted some content related to their cultivation techniques, took out eight jade slips to copy the information, and handed one of them to Yang Ping An.

"These copies can be delivered by Yi Tan. You can have others deliver them, but be careful to keep the information confidential." Old Master Yang handed the seven jade slips to Yang Yi Tan and winked at the two of them.

Yang Ping'an and Yang Yitan understood each other perfectly. Yang Ping'an was overjoyed; he could secretly visit Dongfang Huaizhu again. Yang Yitan, holding the seven jade slips in his hand, immediately realized that the Masked Gang's true nature had been exposed.

Yang Yitan's expression changed slightly. He then realized that when they were doing chivalrous deeds, they had neither changed their appearance nor concealed their respective skills. They only had a mask to cover themselves, so it was not surprising that they were recognized by people they knew.

Grandpa Yang and Yang Ping'an watched with great interest Yang Yitan's amazing face-changing skills.

"Yes, I will deliver it." Yang Yitan thought it through and held the seven jade slips in his hands, wondering which family to send them to first. But when Yang Yitan looked up, he saw two pairs of bright eyes and was so startled that he took half a step back.

"Okay, Grandpa, I'm off!" Yang Ping'an winked at Grandpa Yang, and smiles appeared on both of their faces. They both knew what the other was thinking.

Since his breakthrough, Grandpa Yang has been getting younger and younger.

"Okay, be careful on the road." Old Master Yang watched Yang Ping'an and Yang Yitan leave the study quickly, chuckled, and continued to immerse himself in the mountain of official documents.

……

Yang Ping'an rode the sword light, speeding through the high clouds.

Compared to spatial travel, Yang Ping'an prefers flying on his sword. As his cultivation level has improved further, his sword-flying speed has also increased significantly, easily covering thousands of miles in an instant. The space in the Fox Demon World is different from that in Douluo Continent, and with his current understanding of spatial power, he cannot completely guarantee that he will be able to transfer to his desired destination.

Besides, what boy doesn't dream of becoming a sword immortal, whose sword energy can traverse 30,000 miles and whose sword light chills 19 provinces?

Given his immature space-traveling skills and the dashing sight of flying on a sword, Yang Ping'an naturally wouldn't choose a disheveled mode of transportation.

As he followed the wind and scenery, a long, winding river came into Yang Ping'an's view.

In this late autumn season, the lush bamboo forests along both banks of the Huai River also exude vitality and life. The verdant bamboo forests grow along the winding Huai River towards the horizon.

Yang Ping'an descended from the clouds and landed on the bamboo pavilion situated beside the Huai River.

The autumn wind rustled through the bamboo forest. A bright red carp leaped out of the water, snatched a bamboo leaf drooping over the surface, and splashed it onto the glistening water.

With swift eyes and hands, the fish and goose darted into the water with a splash, and when they reappeared, that familiar bright red color came into view once again. The encounter between birds and fish is always unexpected.

Yang Ping'an leaped down and looked around at the dense bamboo forest. The lush bamboo groves indicated that it was regularly pruned and maintained, and the thin layer of bamboo leaves on the ground around the pavilion suggested that the owner had not visited the place in the last two days.

Yang Ping'an spotted a kingfisher on a bamboo shoot in the distance, and his eyes lit up as he realized he had found his ideal messenger.

Yang Ping'an opened his palm, and his powerful magic transformed into a rope, pulling the kingfisher into his hand. The kingfisher chirped and fluttered its small wings in panic.

"Little guy, help me deliver a message, and I'll bestow upon you a great fortune, how about that?" Yang Ping'an said casually, using his divine sense to transmit his voice into its soul.