Chapter 52

The yellow-furred fox did the same, thinking to herself that although she was not as good as Xuan Kong, she was still better than Wang Jun. After all, she was a little fox who aspired to become a fox fairy.

Naturally, she felt she was more worthy of the title "virtuous person" than Wang Jun.

However, she failed to realize one point: she was still a yellow-furred fox, not even a human, so how could she be called a virtuous "person"?

Before Xuan Kong could react, Wang Qi had already jumped up, laughing in anger and cursing, "Grandma, it's right for me to offer my treasure to Master, but what are you, a demon fox, to dare to snatch it!"

He pointed at the little fox with a trembling finger. The yellow-furred fox didn't care about Wang Qi's anger; seeing him point at her, she bit down without yielding.

Wang Qi, who had been jumping in anger before, now jumped up because of the bite.

"Grandma, it bit me!" Wang Qi finally managed to pull his finger out of the fox's mouth and complained to Xuan Kong, sniffling. The little fox, seeing the situation was not good, also pushed her head forward, hugging Xuan Kong's leg with all four paws, rubbing her fluffy head against his leg.

The little fox fidgeted restlessly on Xuan Kong's leg, looking up at him.

Xuan Kong and the little fox looked into each other's eyes, and he felt a myriad of emotions in her almond-shaped eyes, momentarily captivated. Fortunately, his cultivation was profound, and he quickly regained his composure, turning his gaze and thinking to himself, "Goodness, this little fox is quite formidable, she's even learned to act cute!"

Wang Jun, seeing the little fox's affection for the master, also chuckled, "This yellow-furred fox is almost becoming a spirit."

Xuan Kong didn't want to get involved in this matter. He wanted to test Wang Jun's character, so he said, "Since this turtle pearl is a gift from your Uncle Wang Qi for your initiation, you can decide what to do with it." Then he closed his eyes to meditate and said no more.

"Is that so..." Wang Jun looked at the little fox holding the turtle pearl tightly, her eyes full of pleading.

He then looked at Uncle Wang Qi, who was glaring angrily, and an idea came to him. He walked up to the little fox and tried to take the turtle pearl. But the yellow-furred little fox stood up on her hind legs, holding the turtle pearl tightly in her front paws, just like Xuan Kong when he saw a treasure.

Wang Jun remembered how his master had the same look when he tricked the turtle pearl from Wang Qi, and couldn't help but laugh and let go.

He took a few steps back and pointed at the turtle pearl in the little fox's arms. The little fox looked at Wang Jun, then at Xuan Kong, and then at the turtle pearl. She chirped and bit her little tiger teeth, closed her eyes, and reluctantly handed the turtle pearl to Wang Jun.

Her reluctant expression made Wang Jun's heart soften. He felt as if he wasn't dealing with an animal but a little girl who was gritting her teeth to give up her beloved item.

Wang Jun and Wang Qi exchanged glances, both feeling a sense of guilt for bullying a little girl.

Wang Jun took the turtle pearl from the little fox. The yellow-furred little fox seemed to have all her strength drained away, slumping in the corner and whimpering. Wang Jun scratched his head, walked up to Wang Qi, and bowed, "Disciple Wang Jun, thank you, Uncle, for the gift. I will not refuse the gift from an elder and will dedicate myself to the path of Dao, promoting the traditions of our Laoshan Sect!"

Wang Qi looked as if he had seen a ghost. It was truly strange. Could Xuan Kong have cast a spell on him?

Why did everyone who got close to him turn out like this?

The little fox had learned Xuan Kong's greed, and Wang Jun, who had only been a disciple for less than an hour, had already mastered Xuan Kong's tone. Was it really predestined that Wang Jun and Xuan Kong were meant to be master and disciple?

Actually, this guess was correct. Wang Qi also understood his nephew's thoughts and helplessly waved his hand, "Fine, since I've given you the pearl, you can handle it as you see fit."

He was afraid of Xuan Kong and his disciple, who seemed to have him in their sights. From now on, he would have to be careful with his treasures, so they wouldn't be coveted by these two old thieves.

Wang Jun bowed his head in gratitude, turned around, and walked to the corner with a smile, extending the turtle pearl, "This is a gift from my uncle. I will now pass it on to you." He and Xuan Kong were truly master and disciple.

Getting a treasure was hard, but giving it away was easy.

Wang Qi, standing to the side, felt a pang of pain. He sighed and stood up to return to his room, touching his chest in relief that he still had the "Secrets of Sword Mastery" given by his senior brother. Otherwise, he would have gained nothing from this.

The little fox's eyes lit up, and she looked up in disbelief. Seeing Wang Jun's sincere smile, she believed it was true.

She quickly jumped up, hugged the turtle pearl with all four paws, and put it in her mouth. Then, she raised her front paws together as if bowing, shaking them twice. She then imitated Xuan Kong, sitting down with her hind legs neatly crossed.

Wang Qi, seeing the fox meditate, quickly called out, "Master, our fox is turning into a demon!"

He was about to rush back to his room to get his sword but was stopped by Xuan Kong, "I see a clear aura around this fox, unlike other demons who are full of demonic energy. It must be a spirit with a lineage, dedicated to the path of Dao. Brother, you are overreacting."

Wang Jun was also intrigued. He had seen animals with human-like intelligence, but a fox that was almost indistinguishable from a human was a first. At this level of cultivation, the only difference between the yellow-furred fox and a human was the skin.

Wang Qi's forehead was covered in black lines. He had never heard of a demon dedicated to the path of Dao.

If even demons could be dedicated to the path of Dao, what did that make him? Was he a demon-like Daoist? He had been taught by One-Eyebrow Daoist that demons were always harmful to humans and should be killed on sight.

But here, he received a new answer from his senior brother. Xuan Kong said, "Generally, when foxes become spirits, they follow the ancient techniques of the Blue Mountain. The Lady of the Blue Mountain was the wife of the great Yu the Great, who controlled the floods. What do you think of Yu the Great, good or bad?"

Wang Qi thought for a moment, "Yu the Great is one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. He passed by his home three times without entering while controlling the floods, so he must be good."

Xuan Kong smiled, "Exactly. Yu the Great didn't teach you to kill foxes on sight. You should relax and watch this little fox transform." He had more to say but held it back.

Crows that become spirits follow the ancient lineage of Emperor Jun. In ancient times, humans were not the rulers of the world and had to bow to Emperor Jun. So, are crows good or bad? By the same logic, even if you were to slaughter a fat pig, you would have to consider whether it would offend the Bodhisattva of the Pure Altar in the West!

He didn't think much about it, just held his breath to watch the little fox transform. Such a scene was not easy to witness, and Xuan Kong also needed to be prepared. He didn't know how much true essence was left in the Eight Great Kings' turtle pearl. If the little fox's transformation triggered a heavenly calamity, he would have to find a way to divert it.