Chapter 79

The little fox crouched on the roof, listening until she heard Xuankong say he wouldn't force himself to cure the old, ugly human with the snake venom. Only then did she feel relieved.

She carefully spat out the inner pearl from her mouth, cupping it in her hands and squinting to look at it.

Under the moonlight, it indeed appeared exquisitely translucent. No treasure in the world could match even a corner of her inner pearl. The little fox gazed at her inner pearl with a dazed look, but the image of Xuankong appeared in her mind, and she thought to herself:

"If Xuankong needed my inner pearl to cure the snake venom, I would be a thousand, ten thousand times willing. But Daoist Xuankong is so profound in his magical powers and so astute; I doubt I could help him even in a hundred years!"

Xuankong's heart had never lingered on the taste of human love. Of course, he didn't know that on this roof, there was a little yellow-furred, green-mouthed fox harboring a girl's affection and secretly developing feelings for him.

To cure the snake venom wasn't difficult, but since Old Master Wang had been addicted to snakes for a long time, the venom had deeply penetrated his organs. The only way was to have the little fox's inner pearl circulate through his body.

The little fox thought, "If the inner pearl I spat out was swallowed by Xuankong, that would be fine, but if it went into that old man's stomach, it would be like kissing him from a distance, wouldn't it?"

Kissing an old man who was about to die was a disgusting thought.

The little fox made a vomiting face and sucked the inner pearl back into her stomach.

No one knew where the little fox got so many cunning ideas, but fortunately, since she didn't want to, Xuankong wouldn't force her. She revealed her true form on the roof, her delicate and beautiful figure far more attractive than any human woman.

But in her heart, she still thought that Xuankong didn't like her current form because it was the same as the Dragon Maiden of the Northern Sea.

Although her heart was set on Xuankong, she always saw him as a lofty and divine figure. She thought she didn't deserve Xuankong, so she dared not transform into her true form in front of him.

In fact, if she often appeared before Xuankong in her stunning human form, she might really move him.

The Master said: "Food, color, and nature are human instincts!"

Xuankong was a man, and he probably couldn't escape the nature of men.

She stood on the eaves, gazing into the distance, and sighed softly. She looked at her curvaceous figure, then waved her hand to summon an ice mirror. In the mirror, she saw her beauty and charm, her eyebrows like a painting: "Xuankong, you dead man, always calling me 'little fox, little fox.' What's so little about me?"

She remembered that since she had transformed, Xuankong hadn't given her a name yet.

If she didn't mention it, he might never think of it.

The little fox squatted on the eaves, her eyes glistening, looking at the bright moon in the sky. The greatest distance in the world was not from the primordial earth to the moon palace, but being by the side of the person she loved every day and night.

But the person she loved didn't like her, and he didn't even know that she liked him...

She was lost in thought when she suddenly heard a "swoosh," and a golden light shot up from a large house outside Ninghai County, piercing the clouds. The little fox was startled. She saw the golden light rise, and a true essence struck down from somewhere, hitting Xuankong, who was discussing the cure for Old Master Wang with his junior disciples.

Xuankong, caught off guard, was struck by the true essence that flew from afar.

Wang Qi and Wang Jun were both shocked. Wang Qi exclaimed, "Master, did you rob someone so much that even the heavens are angry and want to strike you with lightning?"

Xuankong rolled off the ground, stood up, and formed a spell with his hands, emitting a seven-colored aura to protect himself.

His expression was serious as he said, "It's the secret symbol I planted on Mila Zen Master during the day. I didn't expect it to save his life tonight."

Wang Qi immediately pestered Xuankong to tell him more. Xuankong frowned and said, "This isn't a joke; someone is really trying to kill Mila Zen Master. Otherwise, the protective spell I planted on him wouldn't have been activated."

Hearing this, Wang Qi sat down again and waved his hand, laughing, "Ever since the Zhang family moved to Ninghai County, they've been mysterious and strange. Why do you care about their business, Master?"

Xuankong shook his head and said, "I calculated that Mila Zen Master has a master-disciple connection with me. This is family business, not idle concern."

Hearing this, Wang Qi and Wang Jun were both shocked. Wang Jun remembered the expression Xuankong had when he took him as a disciple. Could it be that there was some predestined connection?

Xuankong closed his eyes and began to calculate, explaining, "In my life, I should have four major disciples. You are my eldest disciple, and Mila the little monk should be my second disciple."

Fortunately, the person who attacked Mila Zen Master only struck once and didn't continue.

Xuankong also reined in his aura and carefully calculated.

With his celestial immortal cultivation, and since the matter was related to him, he was adept at it. Dozens of scenes flashed before his eyes, and in an instant, he saw the Zhang family's move to Ninghai County, the birth of the two brothers, their studies, and their injuries.

Since it involved his future junior disciple, Wang Jun watched his master with a tense expression as he closed his eyes and focused.

After calculating, Xuankong opened his eyes and was surprised. In the past lives of the Zhang brothers, there was a connection to a powerful figure. He continuously cast spells but still couldn't see through some parts.

In the end, Xuankong's power reached its limit, and all he could see was a black-golden lotus appearing before him.

Black light flashed, forcefully blocking Xuankong's probing gaze.

"Strange, strange!" Xuankong sat cross-legged on the ground and coldly snorted. He didn't know if he had a connection with the black-golden lotus or if the black-golden lotus had a connection with him. Since he left the mountain, he had often encountered this object.

"Hmm, this matter is indeed mysterious, with many secrets. But since it has encountered me, Xuankong, there's no reason not to investigate it thoroughly!"

Wang Qi took a few steps back, thinking, "Oh no, my master's old troublemaking nature is flaring up again. He's going to meddle in other people's business and drag me along!" Sure enough, he heard Xuankong say, "Good junior disciple, Master will take you to a fun place. Will you come with me?"

Wang Qi was terrified. His experience told him that the "fun" places Xuankong talked about were either extremely dangerous or deadly. He waved his hand, yawned on purpose, and walked to the door.

"It's getting late. Master, you just arrived at my house. Why don't you rest first, and we can talk tomorrow?"

Xuankong stood up from the ground and walked to the bed, saying, "That's fine. I'm a bit tired after walking all day. We'll discuss saving your father when you wake up tomorrow."

Hearing that the matter was related to Old Master Wang's life, Wang Qi steeled himself and laughed, "Master, why don't we handle the matter first and then sleep? I just don't know which government office to report this to." Xuankong looked at Wang Qi, a strange smile on his lips, and said, "Qingguang Wang, the Yama Hall!"