Miss Hebe is Fighting Her Way Out of the Lostbelt!

Haqi Qing was wrong, and Haqi Qing will never dare to boast again.

After posting one chapter, I saw four more treasure chests. My world collapsed, so I urgently suspended the bounty. Currently, there are 16 chests, plus the previous 19 chapters, plus the 8 chapters from monthly votes, totaling 187 chapters. I will slowly pay back this debt from now on, everyone please stop, I'm really scared.

Finally, I would like to thank Lian Tai Ye Yu Zha Jian, Cruel Wolf, Yal Dabaite, and Zongbu. Haqi Qing will never dare to do this again.

60 Faction Shift, Fox Dragon Descends the Mountain (Bonus Chapter)

Heavy snow fell all over the mountain forest, pressing the temple down tightly, blocking the entrance.

A fox nimbly squeezed out through a gap in the window.

Miss A-Long slept soundly in her hibernation. Even when Hebe stepped on her tail, she only mumbled and turned over.

The snowflakes falling in the sky suddenly distorted, their patterns forming words that only Hebe could understand.

"Currently, the north wind howls, and the harsh winter has arrived. Scarred Father is marshaling His army, summoning the severe winter as its vanguard. All things lie dormant at this time, yet Cruel Wolf sharpens its claws in waiting."

[Power Struggle Status: Stalemate.]

In this year, Hebe had seen the status of "Power Struggle" change many times, but "Scarred Father" had never gained the upper hand. At best, it could achieve a stalemate before being suppressed by Cruel Wolf again.

Hebe wagged her tail, shaking off the accumulated snow. Plum blossom-like paw prints were left on the snow, quickly covered.

She had completely mastered this body and would no longer experience unexpected loss of control due to emotional fluctuations.

In other words, Hebe could now take advantage of Miss A-Long's hibernation to leave through the gaps between territories.

The continuously falling snow would perfectly conceal her tracks, and by the time spring returned and the snow melted next year, there would be no trace of her.

However, Hebe did not do so. She strode directly across the frozen stream and leaped into a dense forest adorned with icicles.

This was no longer Miss A-Long's territory, and a fox walking about so brazenly was bound to attract unwelcome attention.

As Hebe walked more than ten meters, the branches supporting the thick snow layer finally couldn't bear the weight and snapped with a crack, sending a flurry of snow to obscure the front and back.

A dark shadow shot out from the snow and lunged towards Hebe's back with extreme speed.

The fox walking in the snow didn't even turn its head. Its huge, fluffy tail merely flicked.

Crack!

The dark shadow was hit squarely by the fox's tail and sent flying in all directions.

Hebe didn't even bother to pay attention to what that dark shadow was.

The depths of the dense forest returned to a deathly silence, with only the fox pacing quietly.

Does this desolate forest have no lord? Hebe thought.

She traversed the entire dense forest, heading towards the next area occupied by monsters.

It was a lake, not large, but deep.

The surface of the lake was now covered with a thick layer of ice. Hebe walked to the edge of the lake, placed her paw on the ice, and applied a little force.

Crack.

The ice cover on the entire lake surface shattered, letting out a deathly scream.

Along with the scream were the large fish lurking beneath the ice, waiting for an opportunity.

This was the "lord" that inhabited the lake, a black fish that was already two meters long. Hebe had almost lost her tail when she came to fish last time.

At that time, the big black fish missed its attack and instantly fled into the rugged and winding rock caves at the bottom of the lake.

But it didn't expect that in the harsh winter, when all monsters should be hibernating, this fox would quietly come to the lakeside and shatter the entire ice surface, along with its body, with a single claw.

With revenge served, Hebe wagged her tail and trotted back to the Dragon King Temple with light steps.

Miss A-Long seemed to sense something. Hebe gently patted the snake's head with her tail, and Miss A-Long slept even more soundly.

And in the mountains, the anecdote about "the fox with bad fishing skills and a strange temper" began to spread rapidly.

The spring thunder rumbled faintly, and the stream water, sealed for a winter, began to flow.

Although there was still a biting chill, the mountain folk had already begun to enter the mountains to collect herbs.

Of course, they weren't just here to collect herbs this time.

The herb baskets on their backs contained some dried rats, and they held strings of fresh frogs in their hands. They had come specifically to worship Miss A-Long and ask for blessings.

Although the mountain folk didn't know exactly what had happened in the mountains, they could clearly feel that the fierce wild beasts had become fewer recently.

"It must be the Dragon King's divine manifestation."

The more the mountain folk walked along the small path pressed out by Miss A-Long, the more their confidence grew.

The thunder of Awakening of Insects finally sounded, accompanied by refreshing raindrops. The mountain folk encouraged each other, swapped the straw sandals tied to their waists, and quickened their pace up the mountain.

The doors and windows of the Dragon King Temple, which stood in the mountains, were tightly shut. The mountain folk looked at each other. The middle-aged mountain folk leading the group took two bold steps forward, only to see the temple door open by itself.

"Ah!"

The mountain folk's legs trembled, and some were so scared they turned and fled.

However, the mountain path was slippery from the rain, and he lost his footing and fell onto his backside.

The temple doors were now fully open. A towering woman sat expressionlessly on the ground, her thick, dark, long hair casually spread out. Her body was covered in a layer of fine, tight, dark scales.

The tall woman with the dense black hair suddenly turned her head, staring intently at the frogs strung together by grass ropes in the open space outside the temple.

As she moved, her dark, long hair swept across the ground, leaving deep marks on the rock surface, as if slashed by a famous blade.

The frogs instantly froze.

The mountain folk exchanged glances.

Sensing that the black-haired woman had no intention of attacking them, the mountain folk cautiously retreated, not forgetting to leave the rats and frogs behind.

After they had completely departed, Miss A-Long cheered and pounced on the frogs playing dead on the ground.

Hebe leaped down from the rooftop, watching Miss A-Long eat the frogs on the ground.

As if sensing the fox's gaze, Miss A-Long, with her cheeks puffed out, turned her head and blinked her dark red eyes.

It was truly strange. When Miss A-Long was active in her original form, her eyes were amber. But when she transformed into human form, her pupils turned dark red.

Before Hebe could speak, Miss A-Long grabbed a frog and offered it to her.

"Foxy, eat frogs, there are so many here."

"Thank you, but no." Hebe once again refused Miss A-Long's kind offer.

The fox flicked its tail.

"Miss A-Long, let's go down the mountain."

"Why go down the mountain?"

"Because there are many delicious and fun things outside the mountain."

"There are also many frogs in the mountain, and very fat rats."

"Although there aren't many frogs outside the mountain, there are rats, and more importantly, there are things tastier than rats."

Miss A-Long hesitated, "Miss A-Long doesn't like outside the mountain... But if Foxy wants to go, Miss A-Long must follow and protect her."

The fox squinted and smiled, "Miss A-Long can already transform into human form, so she's very powerful."

Miss A-Long's face immediately showed a proud expression.

"Foxy can't become human yet, so she has to follow Miss A-Long and can't run around."

She's so easy to handle. Even though she can transform into a human, her personality hasn't changed at all... Hebe thought.

The moment Miss A-Long agreed to go down the mountain, Hebe saw the patterns of the raindrops falling on the ground twist and change, forming new words.

[Current Lostbelt Progress: 5%]

This indicated that Hebe's actions were correct.

When Miss A-Long chose to leave the mountain and head towards the human world, she had already deviated from the Cruel Wolf's faction and was gradually leaning towards Scarred Father's command.

61 Am I Amaterasu?

The journey down the mountain was actually not very difficult.

Not to mention the strange reputation Hebe had left behind in the winter, once Miss A-Long grew her front claws, her presence began to spread rapidly.

The monsters that had originally occupied the mountains, forests, and lakes quickly assessed the power disparity and decisively migrated away, fearing they might block the path of the fox and the dragon. Offending a great serpent that had transformed into a dragon would at most mean death; but if that fox saw them, they might even be captured and used as bait.

"The weak bow down, the strong stand tall." This was precisely the teaching of the Cruel Wolf to its subjects and followers.

At least at this time, intelligence was not solely a human attribute; wisdom also existed among beasts.

Of course, Miss A-Long was probably not closely related to the word "wisdom."

When Hebe flicked her tail and started a fire, Miss A-Long liked to squat by the campfire.

She did nothing, just squinted at the heat-radiating flames.

Even though Miss A-Long had now entered the stage of dragon transformation, this old instinct from the past remained.

Hebe gradually grasped the key.

When I am active around Miss A-Long, all I gain is strength, Hebe thought. But when I chose to go down the mountain, I awakened the Fox Fire.

The fox squinted its eyes.

Fire was the mark that distinguished humans from wild beasts. In Egypt, priests believed that humans were originally a type of beast, but while beasts feared and avoided fire, humans tried to ally with it and make it their friend.

For humans, fire was a weapon and a tool. It could drive away wild beasts and summon companions.

Hebe had a sudden realization, "My choice to go down the mountain means I have separated myself from the wild beasts and gone to the human world. That's why the Fox Fire was born."

In this light, the Nine-Tailed Fox's talents actually changed with the environment.

And what place could be more complex and ever-changing than human society?

The prosperous world of later generations also proved that Scarred Father would eventually triumph over Cruel Wolf.

Having figured out a problem that had troubled her for a long time, Hebe was in a good mood. She gazed at the changing clouds in the sky and suddenly heard rustling sounds. She turned her head to look—

Miss A-Long was picking mushrooms not far away.

Ever since Hebe had picked some mushrooms a few days ago and made a delicious soup, Miss A-Long made it a habit to search for them whenever she passed through the mountains and forests.

"Foxy." Miss A-Long ran over holding a handful of brightly colored mushrooms.

"..." Hebe looked at the colorful mushrooms, organized her thoughts, and ultimately decided not to dampen her enthusiasm for her work.

"Miss A-Long, you're amazing." Hebe picked out the edible mushrooms and put them into the pot she'd made by smashing rocks.

"What about these, then?" Miss A-Long looked at the remaining vibrant mushrooms, reluctant to part with them.

"Miss A-Long, you must have seen small animals eating mushrooms in the mountains before. Some of them were still hopping around after eating them, while others died on the spot." The fox tugged at the corner of its mouth. "Have you ever wondered why, Miss A-Long?"

"Why?"

"Because they're poisonous. You'll die if you eat them."

"Ew—" A-Long flung the poisonous mushrooms away.

By the time the pot of soup was ready to drink, it was already noon. The mountain mist gradually dispersed, and Hebe patted out the embers with its tail.

Miss A-Long, meanwhile, put away the pot made from smashed rocks.

This was their last meal before leaving the great mountains.

The stream gurgled, flowing towards the village where smoke curled from cooking fires.

Miss A-Long volunteered to ask for directions, but her height was truly unusual. Not only in the Eastern Country of this era, but even in later modern times, girls as tall as her were rarely seen.

Before Miss A-Long could even speak, the children scattered in a panic.

"I'll do it." Hebe nudged the crouching A-Long with its nose.

The sunlight suddenly flickered.

A figure suddenly appeared before Miss A-Long.