Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 83 My methods are insidious, but my nature as a fox is wholesome (Seeking first subscription)

Wei Shufen gestured with her hands as she talked about the daily life in Qinghe Miao Village, about some strange and unusual witchcraft, about Ah Q and Kong Yiji from Lu Xun's works, and about Yu Dafu and Xu Zhimo.

When talking about the tragic fates of those ordinary people, she would feel pity and sympathy; when talking about Yu Dafu's descriptions of sexual frustration, she would blush and smile shyly; when talking about Xu Zhimo's poems that came from the depths of his soul, her eyes would light up and she would be completely captivated. Chen Ruoan thought that if Shufen had been born in one of his student days in his previous life, she would definitely have been a top student who loved biology experiments and literature.

During class, she would stare intently with her clear, bright eyes, taking notes diligently. During breaks, she would secretly read some books. She would also prop her chin up and gaze at the drifting clouds outside the window, daydreaming about the boy she admired. Her thoughts were immersed in soft fantasies. When the wind drifted in through the window, lifting the plain white curtains and ruffling her long, black hair, someone would secretly watch her.

Chen Ruoan didn't have any unforgettable romantic experiences; all she could imagine was this clichéd scene.

"When did it start?" the fox asked.

"What is it?"

"You want the fox."

"When you first transformed into human form."

"Love at first sight?"

Wei Shufen bit her thumb thoughtfully, then shook her head: "It should be said that she was lustful at first sight."

"I see."

Chen Ruoan lowered his head in deep thought. At this moment, he did not have any obvious emotional fluctuations. All he could do was sit opposite the girl, less than half a meter away, as if engaging in a friendly discussion, to dissect his own heart and try to understand her thoughts.

This kind of "exchanging ideas and discussing principles" is different from the kind with brothers.

After all, with "brothers," there's no psychological burden about doing whatever you want, but with a young girl on the other end, you have to be cautious and reserved.

Chen Ruoan crossed his arms, tilted his head in confusion, and Wei Shufen placed her hands on his knees.

"Give it a try, three years, just three years will do."

Chen Ruoan laughed and said, "Didn't we pinky swear?"

Strangely enough, in my previous life, if someone said they believed in love, it would be considered incomprehensible, and they would even be attacked with harsh words by a group of people.

But in this age of simpler emotions, the fox has surprisingly started to fantasize about the word "love" again.

Perhaps it was because Wei Shufen was too obedient that within a year, she almost put into practice every word the fox said. She did not continue to test the poison on herself, she became less obsessive, she gave up strange books with distorted values, and she would read some famous works. This gave the fox a very strange feeling—an indescribable sense of peace.

But the sense of security doesn't come from something as domineering as "control."

What exactly is it?

Chen Ruoan couldn't say it either.

The incense had burned out, leaving only pale ash in the burner. A wisp of divine intent dissipated, and the black-clad youth transformed back into a fox head, appearing above the lingering smoke above the ashes.

Wei Shufen waved gently and smiled as she said goodbye.

The fox nodded, and the green smoke dissipated into a vortex, gathering towards the center until it transformed into an invisible wisp of light.

Some people break off their engagements and create a "three-year agreement," while others promise to spend three years just to date a fox. The story unfolds in such strange ways.

With her mind at ease, Chen Ruoan returned to Longhu Mountain.

A fox-like figure darted gracefully between the buildings, its gait quite distinctive; it always raised its front paws high before gently lowering them. The Taoist priests of the Zhengyi sect, upon seeing this, remarked that it appeared to be eccentric and carefree in its joy.

Zhang Zhiwei stood under the eaves, his hands tucked into his sleeves, watching quietly. He asked softly, puzzled, "What's wrong with this fox? Why is it so happy?"

Zhang Huaiyi, who was standing nearby, replied, "Maybe it's because of that white fox?"

"That makes sense." Zhang Zhiwei nodded in agreement.

This is a special period.

On a snowy day, Chen Ruoan said he wanted to meditate in the underworld, and Zhang Zhiwei volunteered to protect him, which was a good opportunity to shirk the chores assigned by his master.

The fox and the Taoist priest hit it off immediately. Chen Ruoan focused his mind, while Zhang Zhiwei blatantly slacked off.

"Ah—" After a while, the Taoist priest yawned absentmindedly and muttered listlessly, "Quiet."

The repairs have taken too long and are truly grueling. I wonder what the fox is trying to resolve in its state of mind?

In Qinghe Miao Village, Wei Shufen spread her hands, her fingertips guiding the thick, sticky fluid that gathered in her palms.

"Is it done?" she asked.

Chen Ruoan, with his golden eyes, observed and then nodded, explaining, "It's done. It's a Li Gu, a type of Shun Qing Gu. The person who obtains the Gu can exert several times the power by overdrawing their life force."

Wei Shufen rubbed her palms together: "Yes, a desperate gamble, a sorrowful yet courageous curse."

The fox looked at the black Gu, and the life-threatening technique it used was common among the methods of the supernatural. It could even convey the tragic grandeur of a life-or-death battle.

Indeed, being immersed in literature will bring out a unique melancholy quality in people.

The wind is quite noisy today.

Yet the wind seemed to be weeping.

After demonstrating the Li Gu, Wei Shufen took out another Gu cup.

The bowl is dark brown all over, with a round belly and short legs. The surface is engraved with simple patterns of the five poisonous creatures. The bowl is fitted with a lid with a small snake knob. There are small vent holes on both sides. The inner wall is rough and has a faint fishy smell.

The Qinghe Gu Gu, a sacred object passed down for generations by Miao Gu masters.

"It suddenly occurred to me that the price that the human body cannot bear should be borne by the implements. The circulation of the five elements can be achieved through the method of the five saints contending, and then completed within the sacred object."

The original Gu can be transformed into any kind of Gu poison.

"Impressive." Chen Ruoan was once again amazed by the top-notch talent of the "Thirty-Six Thieves".

"Didn't you teach them?" Wei Shufen glanced behind her. "You're the one who's really good."

"I'm really amazing," Chen Ruoan reluctantly admitted.

Wei Shufen took out another letter from her bosom and stuffed it into the fox's arms.

"This is?"

Before she could explain, the girl ran away in a flash.

Chen Ruoan opened the envelope. Inside was a short, passionate poem, its content fiery and its emotions pure. Because the sentiments it expressed were so direct, this letter had the potential to become a black mark on history.

Having been poisoned by the information age in her past life, the fox finds confessions of love to be nothing more than a second of electronic information and a red exclamation mark. She can hardly recall the naivety mixed in with a love letter.

Chen Ruoan placed the envelope under the ancestral tablet.

Ah, how wonderful it was when the days passed slowly.

As the fox gets to know Wei Shufen better, his vague feelings become clearer. He does have feelings for her, but they are still far from romantic love.

By the spring of the following year, the mountains outside Qinghe Village had turned green. Chen Ruoan sat high on the mountaintop, while a girl at the foot of the mountain was carrying a bamboo basket and picking herbs in the wild. A fox pendant hung from the bottom of the basket and swayed back and forth.

As he watched, a powerful feeling suddenly struck the fox's heart.

"I think I understand."

Snapped!

Chen Ruoan clapped his hands, suddenly realizing what was going on.

This has nothing to do with gender. Imagine someone like this: their heart fluttering, their first love, the first tenderness in their growth—all of it is related to you. There's no comparison with exes, no lingering resentment from old habits, no regrets hidden in the past; it's a completely clean start from scratch.

You accompanied her as she grew from a naive, clumsy, sensitive, and stubborn girl to a confident, gentle, and worldly-wise woman. Many of her little habits and preferences bear your mark.

The cost of getting along with her is extremely low. You don't need to guess, fight, or work things out until you're exhausted. She understands your temperament and adapts to your pace. You don't need to readjust to another person's values ​​and lifestyle.

There are no complicated calculations or adult entanglements between you; it's simple, direct, and pure. She can heal all your social fatigue and emotional exhaustion. She's a version that belongs only to you, not the generic mature lover available on the market; her exclusivity is unique.

I've fallen into another trap; this damn nurturing system.

This development model is both fascinating and dangerous. If the other party is not given enough respect and independent space, it can easily turn into an emotional tyranny under the influence of "control desire".

Chen Ruoan sat cross-legged on the mountaintop and began to reflect.

"I don't think I caused any strange effects."

Fortunately, although the fox's methods are insidious, its nature is upright.