Chapter 59

Zhu Lingwu's soul consciousness quickly swept through the room, hoping to find a way to distract Meng Yishi.

Soon, Zhu Lingwu noticed the little white fox that was also trapped in the room.

The little white fox lay in a bamboo basket lined with animal fur. It had already been awakened by the commotion in the room, but it was still pretending to sleep, its half-closed eyes occasionally flashing with a glint.

It only wanted Meng Yishi not to notice it; it didn't want to get involved in the affairs between Zhu Lingwu and Meng Yishi.

That day, Zhu Lingwu had a sudden urge to communicate with the little white fox using writing. However, he was a bit too presumptuous. Whether it was intentional on the part of the little white fox or it really couldn't read, Zhu Lingwu had not yet managed to communicate with the little white fox through writing.

In the following half month, Zhu Lingwu brought the little white fox with him and started teaching it to read. Given the little white fox's intelligence, teaching it to read was not like teaching a cow to play the piano.

The little white fox did not oppose this. It knew that opposing Zhu Lingwu would only result in punishment. So, like a six or seven-year-old child, it started learning to read, managing to learn about ten characters each day.

After learning some characters, the first time it communicated with Zhu Lingwu using writing was to say, "I want to eat meat!"

Zhu Lingwu naturally wouldn't easily satisfy the little white fox's request. He couldn't help but interrogate the little white fox about its origins. However, the little white fox seemed to be pretending to be foolish. It only said that it was from the Fox Clan of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridges, and it was indeed different from other foxes from a young age. It didn't know if it was a nine-tailed fox, but it knew that to grow a tail, it had to eat fresh blood and flesh.

In fact, the correct term should be "blood food." According to the little white fox, it could only gain strength and grow more tails by eating enough blood food.

Each time it grew a tail, its spiritual energy would increase significantly. However, it had no method to cultivate, so it could only increase its spiritual energy by eating a lot of meat.

Anyway, it was not a demon beast as humans called it; it was a spirit beast. It couldn't cultivate demon energy or condense a demon core. However, its lifespan was different from that of ordinary foxes; it had already lived for over a hundred years.

Zhu Lingwu knew that the little white fox was not being completely honest. Its age was definitely more than a hundred years. After much pressure, the little white fox revealed a bit more, saying that it now had some minor abilities, such as using its tail to release spiritual energy to charm humans with weak willpower.

Unfortunately, from the time it was captured to when it met Zhu Lingwu, its charm ability had not been effective at all, as it could only work when the other party was not on guard.

As for other things, the little white fox refused to reveal anything more. Finally, after being pestered by Zhu Lingwu, the little white fox, whether intentionally or not, said that once it grew its fourth tail, it would reach a new level. At that time, its charm ability would be greatly enhanced.

A human like Zhu Lingwu would definitely not be able to resist its charm. At that time, it would also have the ability to create illusions, transforming itself and things around it into other things.

Especially itself, it could transform into various things it had seen, and ordinary people would not be able to see through its illusions. If it had such abilities now, it would not have been captured by those adventurers and sold to Zhu Lingwu.

However, Zhu Lingwu already knew that the little white fox was saying this to get Zhu Lingwu to provide it with enough blood food to satisfy its needs. As for the illusion ability it described, it was still just a pie in the sky.

Now, in this room, the only one who could help Zhu Lingwu was this little white fox. Although it seemed to have no use, its strength and abilities were not enough to deal with ordinary humans.

Zhu Lingwu was still thinking about how to make the little white fox useful and attract Meng Yishi's attention.

But Zhu Lingwu also knew that getting the little white fox to help was not an easy task. This cunning little creature would only pretend to be dead unless it was in danger.

Meng Yishi, after hearing Zhu Lingwu's words, was naturally half-believing and half-doubting. He understood that Zhu Lingwu was trying to buy time and wanted him to spare his life.

However, he was still interested in what Zhu Lingwu had said. A high-level cultivator like Zhu Lingwu, who intended to possess a body, would indeed hide all his original magical treasures and retrieve them after regaining his strength.

After some thought, Meng Yishi moved his sleeve, and a jade slip flew out from his right sleeve. With a flick of his finger, it flew toward Zhu Lingwu.

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist, don't talk about things that are not real. How about this: first, use this jade slip to record all the cultivation techniques you know, and then we can talk about other things! I hope you don't make a mistake!"

Zhu Lingwu reached out to catch the jade slip. It looked like a piece of bamboo from ancient bamboo books, about the size of a bamboo slip.

The jade slip faintly glowed, smooth and pleasant to the touch, with no writing on it. Only some cloud patterns were carved on the top and bottom. It really looked like a high-quality bamboo slip for writing, but its function was to input information, not to write words.

It was about the length of a chopstick, about five millimeters thick, and two fingers wide. From what Meng Yishi said, this jade slip seemed similar to a blank CD or a USB drive in modern society, used to store information, much like the description of jade slips in the fantasy novels from Zhu Lingwu's original world.

However, it was unknown how much information it could store. Was it divided into different capacities like a USB drive?

Zhu Lingwu shook the jade slip in his hand and looked at Meng Yishi, a hint of a helpless smile on his lips. "How do I use this thing?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you joking? Hehehe, are you trying to buy time? Let me tell you, no one can save you now. Even if Liu Ping comes, he will only become food for these five Xuanming Ghost Heads! Fellow Daoist, do you really want me to use force on you?"

Meng Yishi was somewhat annoyed by Zhu Lingwu's question. He then thought that Zhu Lingwu was pretending to be foolish. In his view, inputting information into a jade slip in the cultivation world was an extremely simple matter.

Of course, this jade slip had already been refined, much like a USB drive. One could directly release one's spiritual sense to read and input information. If one wanted to truly make a jade slip, it was not something a Qi Cultivator could do.

Zhu Lingwu could only look at Meng Yishi with a bitter smile. He really didn't know how to use it. Although he had some insights and roughly knew how to use it, he naturally wouldn't do whatever Meng Yishi said.