Fox Demon

The atmosphere in the dense forest at midnight was already eerie, and with all those corpses beside him, even Wencai, who had been driving corpses for days, felt a little spooked.

Young men wanted to save face, though. Even if he was scared out of his wits, he stubbornly kept it to himself.

"Yinren shanglu, yangren huibi."

"Jingle, jingle."

Wencai shook his bell as he drove the Walking Corpses onward, making them hop along.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and a figure in white flashed past him.

The figure was moving so fast that he barely caught a glimpse of it.

"What was that?"

Muttering to himself, Wencai looked around. After scanning the surroundings, he found nothing.

He shook his head, thinking he must have imagined it, then continued shaking his bell and pressing on.

After walking for a while longer, he reached a bend in the path—and his eyes suddenly went wide.

Just over ten meters ahead, a woman in white was reclining on the ground. Her face was alluring, her clothes sheer, and her pale thighs were fully exposed to Wencai.

The moment he saw her, seductive music began to drift into his ears.

"Come here, handsome."

The woman's lips parted slightly. Naturally alluring, she spoke softly, her voice so bewitching it seemed to steal the soul.

But what surprised everyone was that, apart from a flicker of astonishment when Wencai first saw her, none of the woman's seductive tricks seemed to affect him. He remained as steady as a rock, even stopping in his tracks.

After feasting his eyes, Wencai called out loudly.

"Senior Brother, get up and get to work! A Fox Spirit's blocking the road."

His shout startled the woman in white.

What the hell was this bizarre turn of events? Could her bewitching charms really have failed?

As the woman stood there in confusion, another figure suddenly emerged from behind the foolish-looking young man across from her.

He wore a short jacket and looked full of vigor. More than that, his body radiated a potent, pure yang energy—a veritable feast to her.

The moment she saw Qiusheng, the woman in white couldn't help but slip her little tongue across her lips. Her seductive demeanor became even more striking.

But none of it meant a thing to Wencai.

As a Daoist disciple who practiced Golden Dragon Locking Jade Pillar and had shown exceptional talent in the technique, Wencai could indulge himself all he wanted now, but he still lacked the strength to do anything about it.

As for Qiusheng, the moment he activated his Heavenly Eye, he saw the woman's true form.

No matter how enticing the illusion was, he still wasn't about to get involved with a fox.

"Hmph. You're just a lowly fox demon. I could tell at a glance you weren't human."

"How dare you try to fool a Daoist master? You're asking for death."

Qiusheng didn't waste words. He exposed the woman's true identity, then sent his spiritual energy surging through his body. In an instant, he darted more than ten meters forward and appeared beside the Fox Spirit, reaching to grab her by the throat.

"Hmph. So you're a Taoist priest. No wonder your pure yang energy is so potent."

The Fox Spirit sneered inwardly. She had no intention of surrendering without a fight.

She made no obvious move, but a white skirt suddenly shot up in front of Qiusheng, blocking his eyes and stopping his punch.

"Lightning Bolt Fist!"

Seeing his punch blocked by the white skirt, Qiusheng sent his spiritual energy surging again. A burst of lightning crackled around him, instantly blasting the skirt beneath his fist into countless scraps of cloth.

As the skirt tore apart, a white fox with three tails appeared.

Its fur was pure white, but the pair of blood-red eyes made it all the more terrifying.

"Hmph, you beast. So you really have taken human lives."

"Today, I'll capture you and beat your soul to pieces."

The moment he saw the Fox Spirit's true form, Qiusheng stopped holding back. He unleashed the full power of his Lightning Bolt Fist. Countless bolts of lightning flashed through the forest, as if heaven's wrath had descended.

Seeing Qiusheng's power, the White Fox was horrified. She suddenly shook one of her tails, and it fell to the ground. At once, illusions sprang up before Qiusheng.

This was the White Fox's innate life-saving ability. By sacrificing a tail, she could unleash her illusion technique to its fullest. She would never use it unless her life was truly in danger.

After all, for the White Fox clan, each tail represented a hundred years of cultivation. To sever one meant wasting a hundred years of her hard-won power.

It was a steep price to pay, but fortunately, the sacrifice had a powerful effect.

Qiusheng was now trapped within the illusions conjured by the White Fox's desperate gambit.

In his mind, Qiusheng was lying on a bed, with Ren Tingting beside him, shy and demure.

Ren Tingting wore a phoenix coronet and bridal robes, lying on her side beside him.

He, too, was dressed in a bright red wedding robe.

"I'm married?"

That was Qiusheng's first thought. Then his mind grew hazy, and it seemed that decades passed in the blink of an eye.

Now he was old and frail, standing alone before a gravestone.

A photograph of Ren Tingting was attached to it.

Looking at the scene before him, Qiusheng felt his head grow foggy and his heart fill with sorrow.

The woman who had spent her whole life by his side was gone, leaving him alone to live out his days, lonely and helpless. How could he not grieve?

But just then, a strange voice sounded in the depths of his mind.

It was faint, so faint that he had to focus with all his might to make out a word or two.

"System..."

"System..."

Amid the drifting, indistinct voice, Qiusheng heard only those two words.

"System?"

"System!"

"That's right, where's my system?"

In an instant, the haze lifted from Qiusheng's mind. He frantically called for his system.

In the outside world, the White Fox saw that Qiusheng had fallen under her innate ability and prepared to flee.

But then she reconsidered. She had already wasted a hundred years of cultivation. If she went back empty-handed, she would have lost far too much.

Her eyes flashed, and she fixed her gaze on Qiusheng, who stood there with a vacant expression.

She darted away, and as she fled into the distance, a strip of white silk flew from her body. It wrapped around Qiusheng and dragged him into the depths of the forest.