Chapter 58

"Am I not helping you, so you're angry and scolding me?" Seeing Xuan Kong remain silent for a long time, the little fox mustered up the courage to poke his body.

"Damn it!"

Xuan Kong came to his senses and saw the innocent little fox lowering her head and fidgeting with her toes. A wave of pity welled up in his heart. He no longer cared about her sneaking into his mind and reading his memories. From her description, he had clearly lost control of his body that day, making him most vulnerable to external demons. If he had channeled his true energy at that moment and had a misstep...

Then the heavenly demons from beyond the realm would have surely broken through and taken over his body, not the little fox.

These heavenly demons from beyond the realm have mysterious origins, and no one knows where they come from. They are solely intent on being enemies of cultivators.

Lusting after the robust qi and blood of cultivators, they descend from the void to absorb the cultivators' Daoist cultivation to nourish themselves.

No matter how powerful a cultivator may be, they cannot escape the纠缠 of heavenly demons. The most famous example is when the great demon Mara personally descended to tempt the Buddha when he was about to attain enlightenment. The Buddha saw through the illusion and used his wisdom to cut off the heart demon.

Since then, the demons have been unable to trouble the beings of the three realms. However, for some reason, this effect did not work on Xuan Kong. Since he began his cultivation, he has been constantly under the watch of heavenly demons, who frequently appear to trouble him.

Xuan Kong was somewhat relieved that he had set up the Qianyuan Divine Thunder before meditating, which could subdue demons. Otherwise, who knows what might have happened.

He felt a great burden lifted and smiled, waving his sleeve to produce a set of Daoist robes. "Put on some clothes first. You are a human now, not a fox, so you need to respect yourself!" He emphasized the words "respect yourself," always fearing that the little fox might repeat what happened that night.

"These clothes look quite nice."

The little fox had never worn clothes before, but she had seen others wear them. She imitated them and put on the Daoist robe. However, instead of exuding a transcendent aura, she appeared unusually alluring. Her eyes were filled with a captivating gaze that could ensnare a man's soul.

As the little fox put on the clothes, her body softened and she leaned towards Xuan Kong, smiling. "You looked so serious just now, you scared me."

Xuan Kong smiled bitterly. What could he say? He moved his body back, knowing that as a young man with strong blood, he couldn't get too close to the alluring little fox. He sighed. "The person you transformed into is not my beloved. She just saved my life, just like you did."

The little fox moved closer and asked, "Did she save you in the same way I did?"

Xuan Kong had nowhere to retreat, so he jumped onto the carriage. Wang Jun hurriedly bowed to his master and, as he stood up, found his seat taken by a beautiful fox spirit. He didn't get angry; he just touched his nose and jumped onto the carriage shaft to sit next to Wang Qi.

Xuan Kong had told Wang Qi the story of the "Eight Great Kings" that day, which had cleared many of his mental barriers. Today, he wanted to try telling another story related to the Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio to see if it would have the same effect.

He recalled for a moment and began. "That year, I had just achieved success in my cultivation and mastered the art of wind riding. I wanted to travel the world. I had heard that the most extraordinary people and events were found overseas, so my first stop was the Northern Sea."

Wang Qi interjected, "So, Senior Brother, you went to the Northern Sea a long time ago. Did you visit our Ninghai Prefecture?"

Xuan Kong shook his head. "I just passed by the coast of the Northern Sea. At that time, I was full of curiosity and, despite my weak powers, I flew deep into the Northern Sea on a clear wind. I flew over the Northern Sea and entered a bitterly cold continent."

At that moment, Xuan Kong thought he was on Earth from his previous life. He was quite pleased.

Heh, who says the Americans were the first to reach the poles?

Clearly, it was me, Xuan Kong.

He stopped the wind and prepared to find a place to land on the icy continent, planning to carve "Xuan Kong visited here" in large letters. This would serve as evidence for future generations and foreigners in case of disputes.

"Before I could find a place, I heard a loud crack, and the continent split into pieces. A giant fish emerged from the icy waters." Hearing this, Wang Jun asked, "We have Zhuangzi's 'Free and Unfettered Wandering' at home. Is this the same fish and bird mentioned there?"

Xuan Kong nodded. He knew that Zhuangzi was the reincarnation of the Great Master Xuandu, a direct disciple of the Supreme Daoist Ancestor. His records were not false. If he said there was a fish and bird, then there definitely was.

In fact, Xuan Kong had already left the Northern Sea and flown to the Northern Abyss.

This was a place even further north than the Northern Sea. Even celestial beings rarely ventured into the Northern Abyss, but the young and bold Xuan Kong dared to go deep. Thinking about it now, Xuan Kong still felt a chill at his own audacity!

Xuan Kong recited, "In the Northern Abyss, there is a fish called the Kun. The Kun is so large that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans. When it transforms into a bird, it is called the Peng. The Peng's back is so large that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans. When it flaps its wings, they are like clouds hanging from the sky!"

The giant Kun rose from the sea, spouting a jet of water that reached the sky. It flipped its body and transformed into a giant Peng.

Xuan Kong was standing very close, and the shadow of the giant Peng loomed over him. The Peng's wings spanned thousands of miles, and its talons held a thousand-meter-long dragon, which looked as insignificant as a small worm in the talons of a giant eagle.

The dragon was covered in iridescent scales, clearly no ordinary creature, but it dared not move in the Peng's grasp. As the Peng flapped its wings, it flew straight into the sky...

Xuan Kong still remembered the feeling of the dragon's angry eyes passing over him, like being watched by a natural predator, which instilled fear.

Wang Qi was captivated by the story, his body burning with excitement, wishing he could stand in place of his senior brother before that chaotic creature.

Xuan Kong pursed his lips and fell silent, making Wang Qi anxious. He hurriedly asked, "What happened next?"

Xuan Kong waved his hand. "Next, there was nothing..."

Wang Qi was frustrated. "It's incomplete?"

In his hometown of Ninghai Prefecture, Wang Qi used to love hanging around teahouses to listen to storytellers tell tales of gods and demons. However, these storytellers often knew little about the world of gods and demons, and most of their stories were secondhand.

After telling one part of a story, they would leave and only continue it in the next town.

This was somewhat similar to the traveling bards in the West.

Wang Qi often felt frustrated when the story reached its most exciting part and the storyteller disappeared. He called this "incomplete," like a man without his manhood, leaving people in agony. He stared at Xuan Kong, fearing that his senior brother would become the "dead incomplete" he hated most!

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Tomorrow is Christmas, and I have to go out with friends. I can't avoid it, but I will update as soon as I get home. Here is the first chapter for today. The next two chapters may be updated later.