Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

The fox's markings consist of two woven thin ropes, black with a hint of red, a combination that is considered an ominous color.

The line rose from the fox's tail, hanging in the air beyond the branches. Its end was not as far away as Lu Jin's, but it was not simply within reach.

"Should it be in the near future?"

Chen Ruoan opened her eyes, and Wei Shufen was still singing a light and lively lyrical tune. The "fairy" in the lyrics was unclear whether it referred to herself or the fox under her wooden comb.

The fox broke free from the girl's knees, stepped on the clouds, and ran towards the terraced fields outside Qinghe Village.

Sometimes, breaking up a bad relationship is quite simple: just stay away from it.

Running away is shameful, but it's useful.

Chen Ruoan rode the wind through the air, looking down at the ancient and elegant Qinghe Miao Village, which was scattered in a well-organized manner. A strange phenomenon was still spreading.

The black lines entangled with the fox burst out of the remote village and disappeared into the distant sky, their scattered threads shining brightly in the heavens like golden threads.

In one's life, there are countless encounters and destinies. The meeting between a human and a fox may not lead to each other's success, but perhaps at some unknown juncture, they can create countless positive connections that are unrelated to each other.

Chen Ruoan hesitated.

The thread of fate gave the fox a general direction of "good and bad," but it could not make choices for the fox. The future was uncertain, and the fox's golden eyes could not see through it.

Curiosity about the future can fester and breed resentment; fate is shifting, and you have no idea where it will lead.

It feels like you're watching a monthly anime series, or following a short and weak novel series by a stupid author. You get a hint of the plot, but you can only wait for the creator to slowly develop it, like squeezing toothpaste.

Chen Ruoan jumped back onto the roof of a wooden building.

Sunlight streamed down, covering the fox's glossy, smooth fur. The sun was still warm, but it wasn't as warm as being indoors. Foxes have such strange sensory organs.

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"My savior, fox, could you please get that ceramic pot from the top of the cupboard for me?"

The fox stood on top of the cabinet, raised its paw, and slapped the black jar down. Before it hit the ground, the pottery was swept by the wind and rolled "gurgle" to Wei Shufen's feet.

The girl, who was fiddling with the medicine powder, turned around and looked up at the top of the cabinet: "Why are you like a cat?"

"Will the cat help you carry the clay pot?"

"No! Shuning's silly cat likes to climb high and then take pictures of all the ornaments and medicine jars, and then stare at the fragments in a daze."

"Bad cat."

"You're quite the fox, aren't you?"

Wei Shufen turned back again: "Didn't you say that the chickens used for tribute were too thin? I learned a new trick. I cut the free-range chicken into pieces, then stir-fried it with tea oil, dried chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, ginger, and garlic over high heat. It turned into a rich, oily, spicy, and flavorful 'bandit chicken'."

Bandit Chicken!

It seems that in later generations, it also became a local spicy specialty dish.

Foxes are naturally greedy, a trait they haven't lost despite cultivation. Chen Ruoan stuck out her tongue and pursed her lips, but she was also afraid that this girl's unsolicited kindness was either malicious or thieving.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You don't need to do anything. Just bring me the jars from the third and fifth shelves of the cupboard, and the poison powder from the bottom drawer. That'll be fine."

"All of them?"

"all."

Chen Ruoan jumped down from the cupboard, stared at the bottles and jars, and then transformed into human form. He used his magic to make the oil-paper umbrella follow him, picked up the poison from the cupboard and drawer, and walked to the side.

"Here you go!"

Chen Ruoan handed it forward, and Wei Shufen turned around and saw that there was someone else next to her. She was so frightened that she almost dropped the mortar and pestle in her hand.

It's interesting that she remained calm when she saw the fox, but panicked when she saw the young man.

"You can turn into a human!" Still shaken, Wei Shufen puffed out her cheeks and unconsciously glanced at Chen Ruoan again.

The man before him lacked the rugged, heroic air often associated with men from western Hunan, and his attire was quite different from those around him. His eyes were clear and bright, he had fox ears, and his long, unbound hair was loose. His tall figure, paired with an ancient-style black robe, made him naturally handsome, yet also exuded a touch of wicked and alluring eeriness.

"Well...it's easier to extract the poison from a person." She stammered.

After helping for a while, Wei Shufen suddenly said, "It's all done, you don't need to hold the umbrella anymore."

When Miao doctors are pounding medicine indoors, they sometimes use a specially made small umbrella to shield the powder from the powder. This is not unusual. However, after they finish, it has become a taboo to open the umbrella indoors.

"Don't we need to continue? This umbrella is meant to help cover up some minor flaws on my body."

Wei Shufen asked in confusion, "What flaw?"

"When the human body is incomplete and the three vital energies are mixed, it is easy to arouse people's minds and desires."

After Chen Ruoan finished speaking, he thought the girl would try to avoid the topic, but her expression unexpectedly revealed a hint of joy.

"Like Gu poison?"

"perhaps."

Sometimes I think that Chen Ruoan, like Xia He, is a poisonous flower that emits a strange fragrance, except that one is black and the other is pink.

Wei Shufen liked everything related to Gu poison. She suddenly plunged under Chen Ruoan's oil-paper umbrella, raised her nose and sniffed it carefully.

A strange fragrance wafted into her nostrils, making her feel intoxicated and her heart pounding. She saw that the fox-like man had turned into a fragrant meat bun, making her unable to resist taking a bite and devouring him clean.

"Lord Enhu, please help me, I can't... I..."

A pair of fair, jade-like arms wrapped around Chen Ruoan's neck, and warm, heavy breaths swept across his face. Seeing the girl pressing closer, Chen Ruoan swayed and transformed back into a fox.

Snapped!

Losing her support, Wei Shufen collapsed to the ground, the allure in her eyes completely gone, her gaze fixed on the fox beneath her, her cheeks burning red.

She then hurriedly hid in a corner, hugging her arms and legs, biting her thumb, and looking dazed.

"Aphrodisiac, aphrodisiac..."

The fox glanced at her and scoffed, "Aren't you curious anymore?"

The girl hugged her knees, tilting her head to look at him sideways: "With such supernatural powers, quite a few women must like you, right?"

"no."

Why?

"Who would use seductive means to win a woman's heart?" Chen Ruoan sighed. "What's the point of getting love if you don't exchange it with sincerity?"

Wei Shufen shifted her position and took a book out from the gap in the wooden cabinet.

"I don't think so. There are records in Miao history that Miao women would use love potions or aphrodisiacs on the men they admire to fulfill their wishes."

Wait a minute!

The fox raised its paw and stopped. A love potion was understandable, but what was this aphrodisiac?

Is there also a drug-using sedative named Jian?

"Let me see what book you're looking for," the fox said, snatching the book from the girl's arms.

"The Secret History of Peach Blossom Romance in Miao Territory"!?

What kind of history is this?

"Reading this kind of book at such a young age, what will you be like when you grow up? This book has ruined your views on love." The fox, acting as the homeroom teacher, hid the strange book with its erotic undertones in its belly.

With her books confiscated, Wei Shufen huddled in the corner, glaring angrily at the fox: "Then tell me, how should a Miao girl face her feelings when she meets someone she likes in the future?"

"Let me think about it."

Chen Ruoan buried himself in thought. Finding definitions of "like" and "love" in books wasn't a bad idea, but the reference book had to be accurate. If you asked Fox, it would probably be something like this:

"Let my love surround you like sunshine, giving you radiant brilliance and freedom."