A Three-Year Appointment, Is That It?!

A Three-Year Appointment, Is That It?! Shen Hui said no more, merely twitching his fingers.

The two flying swords suspended in the air immediately split up.

Red Calamity became a streak of crimson light and shot out through the ancestral hall doors, pouncing straight at the villagers.

White Skeleton remained behind, whirling swiftly around the Old Man.

Sword light flashed, carving dozens of fine wounds across that hunched body in an instant.

The Old Man screamed as his body visibly withered away.

The gray cloth robe collapsed into a heap, his features squeezed into a knot.

Then, an old fox with patchy gray-and-white fur rolled out from within.

The old fox was not large. Its fur was dull and faded, and several patches on its back had gone bald, exposing wrinkled skin beneath.

The moment it shed its human skin, it tucked in its neck and lay prone on the ground. Its front paws clutched its head, its entire body shaking like chaff in a sieve as it repeatedly muttered, "Spare me, Immortal Master."

Shen Hui bent down and tore a red cord from around its neck.

A copper coin was tied to the end of the cord.

Holding the coin in his palm, Shen Hui asked, "What is this used for?"

The old fox did not dare raise its head. Trembling on the ground, it replied, "In answer to Immortal Master, this... this is a token of our True Lord. Within several hundred li around Lost Ferry Ridge, there are many demons in the mountains, and most do not know one another. With this copper coin, other demons will not easily make trouble upon seeing it. If one encounters a powerful cultivator, it can also be given to them at a critical moment to preserve one's life."

Shen Hui