Chapter 57

The first person to eat a crab endures the greatest hardship. The Kongtong Sect also paid an unknown price to figure out this method of returning to the origin.

However, for Xuankong, a穿越者 (穿越者 means a person who has traveled through time or space, often used in the context of a person from the modern world who finds themselves in a historical or fantasy setting), it was not complicated. It was merely a physical process where quantity leads to quality, something even a child who has received education could explain.

This point was also what Xuankong believed to be the key to his survival in this world filled with gods and demons. With a clear idea, he could decide the form and powers of his magical treasures, and only the treasures he refined himself would be the most suitable for him to use.

Even if he obtained new heavenly materials and treasures, he would still need to spend a hundred years cultivating them with his heart and blood.

By refining his own magical treasures, he could skip this step. Once refined, they would be in tune with his mind and spirit, ready for practical use, unlike the cultivators in this world who relied entirely on luck to find suitable treasures. Those with good luck might find a suitable treasure, while those with bad luck might find one they couldn't use.

They would also need to consider whether to abandon the cultivation techniques they had practiced for a long time to adapt to the new treasure. The time and effort required for this often deterred people, and even if they managed to use the new treasure, it would often be a loss.

Xuankong was not constrained by this. He could refine treasures in any style he liked. However, in his mind, many powerful treasures from the封神 (封神 refers to the mythological era of the "Investiture of the Gods") were floating around, each with great powers and abilities, making it hard for him to choose.

Some treasures also required specific spiritual materials.

For example, the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Canopy was a先天灵宝 (先天灵宝 means a primordial spiritual treasure) that gained its supreme reputation after incorporating nine ancient venomous dragons.

For Xuankong, he could only create a canopy based on the memory in his mind. Without the ancient venomous dragons, how could he claim to have replicated the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Canopy? Not to mention, he didn't even have an ancient rat, let alone an ancient venomous dragon.

The only spiritual creature he had was the small yellow-furred, green-mouthed fox. Just as he thought of the little fox, he suddenly felt something furry under his feet, and his body was lifted as if he were floating on a cloud. Xuankong frowned, stopped the circulation of qi within his body, and opened his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, the little fox was lifting his body and placing it on the bed in the carriage, slowly crawling up from his feet. It seemed to want to help Xuankong lie down, but was afraid of disturbing his cultivation, so it moved inch by inch, circling around his feet.

"Damn!" Xuankong sighed inwardly.

Since the little fox had survived the transformation thunder under his protection, it had attached itself to Xuankong's group, impossible to drive away. If you tried to drive it away, it would look at you with watery eyes. If you ignored it, it would quickly follow the group again.

Xuankong had ordered Wang Qi to drive the little fox away, but Wang Qi himself was always the one driven away. After a few times, even Wang Qi didn't dare to bother with it anymore.

"Master called me?"

The little fox emitted a demonic aura that covered its body. When the aura dissipated, a naked, stunningly beautiful young woman stood before Xuankong. Xuankong hadn't expected the little yellow-furred, green-mouthed fox to transform into such a celestial beauty, and her appearance was identical to that of an old friend in his memory.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin fair and smooth, her phoenix eyes bright and clear, and her cherry lips delicate and inviting. Her every smile and frown resembled the person he had seen in the Northern Sea.

Xuankong's expression froze for a moment before he regained his composure and sternly said, "Didn't I tell you not to transform into her appearance in front of me?"

The little fox looked a bit embarrassed and defended herself, "But that night, I saw this sister's appearance in your heart. You like this sister, right? If I transform into her appearance, you will like me, right?"

Xuankong's face turned red with embarrassment, feeling as if his inner thoughts had been exposed.

He didn't know how the little fox had dug up her appearance from his deepest memories. He coldly looked at the little fox and asked, "When did you invade my mind?" The little fox, excited by her new human form, didn't hide it and said:

"That night when you and the old Taoist priest returned from the sky, I saw that you looked unwell. In the middle of the night, I checked and found that you were injured internally. I used the techniques of the Green Hill to heal your injuries and help you."

"You helped me?"

Xuankong's face changed dramatically. In legends, fox spirits indeed had the ability to enter dreams, and it was said that the flower crown of a fox spirit could heal all injuries. That night, he had fought with the Divine Grace Immortal and the Compassionate Ferry, and his true essence was already injured.

With the help of the Supervisor Immortal, he had barely made it back to the inn, looking as if he were about to die.

His true essence was so depleted that he had lost control of his mind, allowing the little fox, who had not yet transformed, to enter his dreams without his knowledge.

This also indicated how severe his internal injuries were. Now, thinking about it, it seemed impossible that such severe injuries could be fully healed in one night.

Xuankong's face turned pale, and he asked in a trembling voice, "What did we do that night?"

The little fox had a sweet expression, making Xuankong's face even darker. She smiled gently, "That night, I helped you lie down on the bed. Then, you lost consciousness, but your true essence continued to circulate. I lay in your arms..."

Xuankong almost couldn't hear the rest, as if a primordial thunder had exploded in his mind: "Damn, I, Xuankong, was actually reversed? Reversed by a little fox spirit!" He didn't mind intimacy; in his previous life, he had experienced all sorts of situations.

But those were just for show, not to be taken seriously, and he always had the upper hand.

He never expected that in this world, in just twenty years, his hard-earned chastity would be lost...

And in the most embarrassing way, while he was deeply in meditation, he was reversed by a little fox spirit...

Xuankong swallowed hard and asked dryly, "Then what? What happened after that?"

The little fox looked curious. She had already said it, hadn't she? She just slept in Xuankong's arms until she was scared away by the Primordial Thunder he had attracted. Worried that Xuankong hadn't heard clearly, the little fox repeated, "In your arms, it was so warm and comfortable!"

Xuankong forced a dry laugh, "Don't talk about that, skip it. Just tell me what happened that night... Did we...?"

The little fox asked, "Did we what? That night, I lay in your arms, and you lost consciousness. Then I entered your mind to help circulate your true essence, over and over again, until you regained a bit of consciousness and continued on your own. Later, there was a loud thunderclap that pushed me out of your body."