Chapter 9

Two years ago, in a small courtyard at the foot of Mount Tiantai.

"Another failure." Mei Xue sighed and wrote a new page in his diary.

This diary, which recorded the number of times he had been rejected in love, bore witness to yet another failed confession and another missed opportunity to be with his true love.

He liked her so much, to the point of falling in love at first sight, completely unable to extricate himself, but things never went smoothly. Or rather, they didn't even get a chance to start before failing.

He wasn't unaware that his status didn't match that of the noble lady, but once the feeling of love appeared, it was irresistible.

So, even knowing the inevitable outcome, he mustered the courage to confess and presented her with a forget-me-not, a symbol of his affection. He watched helplessly as the small bouquet was trampled, crushed, and withered in the dust.

The small bouquet never reached her hands; there was an insurmountable mountain in front of him.

"Boy, get lost. Don't scare our young lady. Don't you know your place?" The bodyguard who crushed the bouquet underfoot was a sword cultivator, carrying six ancient swords on his back. The aura he exuded was so intense that it made people feel as if they were being pricked by needles, clearly indicating he was a master of the highest caliber.

But Mei Xue didn't give up. He had experienced similar scenes more than once. He just looked at the object of his confession, the delicate and frail young lady.

Her complexion was paler than that of ordinary people, but it wasn't the pallor of malnutrition; rather, it was the whiteness of jade. Her eyes were the most beautiful Mei Xue had ever seen, clear and pure like a lake without any impurities.

On her snow-white hands were inscribed symbols that Mei Xue had never seen before, symbols of several ancient swords intertwined, but he couldn't tell how many swords were in those symbols.

"Sorry... I... can't..." The young lady's response was clearly the one Mei Xue least wanted to hear but had heard countless times. So he could only leave with a lonely and dejected back.

"Hmph... Where did this poor boy come from, daring to confess to the Heavenly Sword..." The middle-aged bodyguard's fingers twitched, and the sword that was about to fly out from the six ancient swords stopped trembling.

If Mei Xue had stayed three seconds longer, he would have been pierced by a sword.

"I... am not... worthy..." The young lady, who had been confessed to, wiped her tears as she watched Mei Xue's disappearing back.

No, she couldn't cry. The Heavenly Sword did not allow crying. She had no right to accept anyone's confession, even if this might be the only lucky moment in her life.

She was not human.

But, it was so sad, so painful. Why, why did she feel this way?

As the young lady's body trembled slightly, all the swords within the range of Mount Tiantai began to wail, the more powerful ones trembling even more violently.

The most noticeable was the sword cultivator by the young lady's side. The six ancient swords on his back almost broke free and bowed at her feet.

"Trouble! That boy has caused a big problem!" Sensing that the swords connected to his life were about to lose control, the sword cultivator was shocked and quickly struck the young lady, who was emotionally shaken, rendering her unconscious. Then he took her and left this cursed place in the middle of the night.

Cursed, they had only come to this remote place to rest, but how could they encounter such a big problem!

Boy, I'll remember you!

"Oh no!" Another unfortunate victim was a young lady, a young fox demon who had sneaked out of her home to steal the specialty of Mount Tiantai, "Monkey Burnt Wine."

Everything had been going smoothly. She had successfully bewitched the stupid monkeys and was comfortably lying in their nest, half-drunk. Suddenly, a sharp sword aura spread throughout Mount Tiantai, instantly breaking her half-hearted enchantment and transformation.

"Whoa!" The monkeys, who had been under her enchantment, immediately discovered the little fox who was stealing their most precious "Monkey Burnt Wine" in their cave. Enraged, they swung their large fists and struck her.

"Ouch!" The half-drunk little fox was sent flying by a single punch. After a 720-degree spin in the air, her drunken head finally cleared a bit, and she realized the situation was dire.

Thus, a green little fox began to flee in panic through the forest, with a group of angry monkeys in hot pursuit. For the monkeys, who loved to collect various precious fruits to make wine, the "Monkey Burnt Wine," made from various exotic fruits and high-temperature earth fire, was their most precious treasure, with only a few ounces produced each year. This unknown little fox had been stealing for several years, which was why they were so enraged.

"Ah... Ouch..." The little fox, with no place to run, felt that today was her unluckiest day. With her natural abilities, dealing with the monkeys would have been easy, but now, drunk, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't even maintain her human form, let alone use any magic.

In desperation, the little fox fled into a human settlement, despite the repeated warnings from the elders of her clan that she must not enter human settlements in her true form before she could stably transform into a human.

For the foxes who could transform into humans, humans knew they were a powerful race, the famous demon foxes of the mountains and seas, with ancient origins and top-tier spirit mountains, and they would never dare to offend them.

But a fox who couldn't transform and had no elders to protect her—wasn't that just a fox! Humans had no shortage of capturing them for fox fur coats, fox fur collars, fox fur shawls... Many unfortunate young foxes in the history of the demon foxes had suffered this fate.

But, what could she do! The little fox felt her vision blackening, a symptom of the "Monkey Burnt Wine" taking full effect. This was a wine that could even make adult demon foxes drunk.

Thus, after fleeing to a secluded courtyard, the little fox could no longer withstand the alcohol and collapsed on the ground.

"What's going on tonight? Are those monkeys stealing again?" Mei Xue, having calmed down, came out of his room and saw the town in a commotion, with drums and lights everywhere, and the occasional roar of a monkey.

This wasn't the first time. The monkeys from the back of Mount Tiantai would occasionally come out of the deep forest to steal, usually fruit and alcohol.

Over time, humans had gotten used to these uninvited guests. Once they discovered the thieves, they would throw some fruit and cheap alcohol and drive them away with drums and gongs.

But tonight, the monkeys seemed to be causing a lot of trouble, and it took a while for the town to calm down, probably because they were very hungry recently.

"Hey, where did this little fox come from?" Mei Xue, preparing to return to his room, noticed a dirty little creature lying in his courtyard.

Green fur, a white face, a soft tail—this was a breed Mei Xue had never seen before, small and incredibly cute, making him want to pick it up and cuddle it.

But the little fox looked terrible, lying motionless on the ground, barely breathing.

"Is it injured?" Mei Xue picked up the little fox and found it covered in wounds.

Although none of the wounds were severe, many were bleeding. From the shape of the wounds, they were mostly caused by thorns and spikes, indicating that the little fox had likely fled through a thicket to escape from something.

Probably chased by some fierce beast, the little fox had run into the thicket... the monkeys? Mei Xue quickly deduced the truth. In Mount Tiantai, the most dominant were the monkeys, fierce beasts among beasts.

"Poor little thing, I'll treat your wounds." As a pharmacist, Mei Xue naturally wouldn't ignore the little fox. The little fox, in its panic, had run to his courtyard, and he was the right person to help.

In the mountains and seas, with countless living beings, meeting in this small courtyard was a kind of fate.

"Three-leaf grass, white medicine, four-spirit flower." Mei Xue put the herbs into the boiling cauldron and began to control the concentration of the liquid with the alchemical techniques.

As a descendant of the Flame Clan, he had a natural herbal sense, allowing him to easily feel the fusion and purification of the liquid. This was the foundation of a pharmacist, the root of alchemy.

Transforming the spiritual materials of heaven and earth into different types of spiritual medicines, extracting the beneficial components, and removing unnecessary impurities—this was the work of a pharmacist, a profession welcomed by all races in the mountains and seas.

"Good, it's done." Mei Xue extended his hand and gently tapped the boiling cauldron. The dragon's mouth at the corner of the cauldron opened naturally, and green liquid flowed out, filling the jade bottle placed below.

Shaking the jade bottle and hearing the clear sound inside, Mei Xue nodded in satisfaction and then applied the successful spiritual medicine to a blank bandage, creating a high-quality spiritual bandage.

"Little one, this might hurt a bit, bear with it." After cleaning the little fox's wounds, Mei Xue began to bandage the unfortunate little fox, covering each small wound.

"Ah... Ouch..." The little fox, drunk, opened its blurry eyes and looked at Mei Xue, who was carefully treating her, blinking, not knowing what had happened.

"Hmm, so it's a little lady." Mei Xue skillfully turned the little fox over and applied the medicine to the area under its tail, then bandaged it.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Realizing she had been violated, the little fox let out a sharp cry and bit Mei Xue's wrist.

Bastard! Taking advantage of her! How could he treat her like this? She was the beloved princess of the demon foxes, the great existence with the blood of the ancient golden-haired, jade-faced nine-tailed fox!

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