The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

The incense master faced the peach tree and made a grasping motion in the air.

"boom--"

A rumbling sound came from underground, and thick, dark Yin energy transformed into a raging torrent, surging out and spreading along the streets and alleys, enveloping every household.

The paper windows fluttered in the wind, lanterns under the eaves swayed in the breeze, and the faint flames went out. Just as the whole city was about to be plunged into darkness, the wishing lanterns on the desks of thousands of households suddenly burst into flames, bursting forth with tiny sparks.

The fox tilted its head back, swallowing the moonlight like flowing water. Its tails stretched out, one shimmering with silver light, the other glowing with gold.

The golden light of the lamp gradually dimmed, the wick flickered, and it shrank to the size of a pinhead. The malevolent energy seeped into the house, and the talismans pasted on the wall instantly turned to rot.

The man holding the rice bowl tilted his head and slumped onto the table. The old woman waiting by the door leaned against the doorframe and slowly closed her eyes.

The fox groaned, and its white tail gradually turned black, a yin energy grafted over from the wishing lamp.

Dark clouds gradually gathered, the moonlight was half-hidden, and its dim light could hardly illuminate the distant landscape.

All sounds are silent.

The incense master raised an eyebrow at the scene before him. "Chang Sheng, is this all the Yin energy left?"

Chang Sheng felt as if he were immersed in ice water: 'He didn't need to enter Tao County at all; he's deliberately trying to harm me!'

"Never mind, it's all the same."

A black wind swirled around the incense master, and he stepped on the black wind, slowly rising into the air and heading straight for the peach tree.

In just a few breaths, the peach tree was right in front of us.

Even under such intense yin energy, the peach tree remained lush and verdant.

"Very good, it is fitting for you to be my Spirit Tree."

The incense master nodded in satisfaction, gazing at the two figures beneath the tree: a fox and a Taoist.

"So it was just a little fox demon."

With a flick of his sleeve, Abbot Yun summoned seven or eight yellow talismans into the air. He then formed a hand seal and whispered, "I command!"

A cluster of dark blue flames rose from the incense master's palm, and he casually flicked his hand down, unleashing a burst of flames.

The talismanic light crashed into the flames and quickly melted away, leaving only a few ashes scattered in the wind.

"A mere mortal dares to defy the immortals." The incense master lightly clenched his five fingers, and countless fine black lines, as thin as spider silk, emanated from the black wind around him, densely intertwined into a net.

The fox opened its mouth and sighed softly.

A strange wave rippled from his mouth, as if heaven and earth were sighing in unison. A cool, serene, and tranquil aura swept over him like autumn wind sweeping away leaves, drawing in the malevolent energy, causing it to recede and gradually dissolve.

"Oh? You've got some skill."

"You, if you're going to fight, then fight! Why do you keep muttering to yourself?" The fox thought to itself and quietly called out.

The incense master pointed his fingers into a sword shape and pointed downwards. The yin energy that had been lingering and restless all around suddenly coiled around the two of them.

Master Yun took nine array flags from his waist and threw them around, covering both the fox and himself. However, many black lines still wrapped around his wrists. He groaned, and the flow of his magic power immediately became extremely difficult.

A wave of resentment and malice rang in his ears, and various hallucinations appeared before his eyes. He seemed to see his master pointing his finger at him and yelling at him, calling him unfilial and incompetent.

Master Yun remained calm, made a hand seal to calm his mind, and stuck the talisman between his eyebrows. The old Taoist priest was still cursing in front of him. Master Yun was silent for a moment, then punched him in the face.

I've even fought my grandmaster uncles!

The fox didn't seem to experience any hallucinations; those illusions were quickly dispelled as soon as they appeared. It nimbly moved through the yin energy, then suddenly spoke.

"Are you a ghost immortal?"

"This little fox demon actually has some knowledge. Now that you've seen an immortal, why don't you pay your respects?"

"Oh no, Fox is mistaken. You haven't even scratched the surface of being a ghost immortal; you're just a big yin ghost."

The incense master smiled: "You fox demon, trapped by your physical form, struggling in this sea of ​​suffering, wasting your time, yet you dare to presume to become an immortal?"

The evil threads silently coiled around the fox from the ground, but the fox didn't even turn its head. With a graceful turn, it easily dodged them.

"Transcending the realm of the dead, the divine image is obscure, the gates of ghosts have no surname, the three mountains have no name."

The Yin energy paused, and the incense master looked at the fox at his feet with a strange gaze: "Where did you hear these words? If you tell me the truth, I can let you convert to my faith and be freed."

"An immortal? A ghost immortal is the lowest of the low among immortals. Though called an immortal, they are actually ghosts. You've made such a fuss, and all you're after is such a lowly immortal?"

The fox shook its head, its tone full of doubt: "In the end, you won't have any profound magical power, nor will you ascend to the immortal realm. In the end, you can only transcend life and death. Oh no, the fox is wrong again."

"In time, if you can't even do this, you'll eventually be able to possess another body and be reborn, and then just keep going in the cycle of reincarnation."

The incense master gazed into the fox's amber eyes, his gaze devoid of any mockery or anger, only filled with incomprehension and an almost scrutinizing calm.

Not only that, as a seasoned manipulator, he could also detect a trace of pity in the depths of the fox's eyes.

"A giant ghost?"

"The worst kind?"

Every word was light and airy, as casual as a conversation between old friends. An unnamed anger welled up inside me.

"nonsense!"

The incense master subconsciously clenched his fist, and more Yin energy surged towards the fox like a raging torrent, but the fox continued to spew from its mouth.

"What the fox is saying is just fox talk." The fox's body shimmered with magical light as it struggled to resist.

The fox, however, seemed unconcerned and said in a curious tone, "No, no, how could the fox be wrong again?"

"Even ghosts need to maintain their lingering spirits and remain pure and focused to be considered pure ghosts. But you are full of resentment and filth, and your body odor is so strong that you're almost fainting."

"Besides, we were fighting. You said the fox was a fox demon, but the fox didn't take it to heart at all. The fox only said a couple of things to you, and you don't even know if it's true or not, so why are you angry?"

"Hmm, this is a classic sign of spiritual defilement and mental imbalance. You've been on the wrong path of cultivation for a long time."

The fox shook its head, drawing its conclusion:

"Seeking immortality leads to defilement, while yearning for purity breeds resentment."

"Shut up! I'll kill you, you beast!" Shame, rage, and an unspeakable fear consumed him.

The incense master's eyes turned completely red, and his entire body unleashed a torrent of Yin energy, transforming into a terrifying claw that blotted out the sky and struck straight at the fox!

It's now!

The peach tree, which had remained silent from beginning to end, trembled violently, and countless thick roots burst through the ground, actively meeting the surging yin energy.

The figure of the old man in green robes emerged from the treetop, and a surge of malevolent energy flowed into his body, turning his clothes completely black.

His gaze wasn't on the incense master; he simply looked up at the sky and waved his hand gently.

The fox stretched its fur and tail, stood facing the moon, and together with the Peach Goddess, drew in the moonlight.

A crack appeared in the thick, moon-obscuring clouds, and a sliver of moonlight pierced through. Drawn by an unseen force, the radiance solidified, transforming into a visible silver-white pillar of light that crashed into the tree trunk.

Every inch of the branches was burning, and the peach god's figure became ethereal, yet a carefree and joyful smile appeared on her face.