He Dazhi rested and made a few adjustments, then went to find the Six-Tailed White Fox.
"You want my fur." Six-Tails looked at He Dazhi as if he had expected this. He had heard Little Fatty mention that He Dazhi's former treasure was a brush, so He Dazhi's request did not surprise him much.
"The fur of those strange beasts is all fire-aspected, which doesn't match my own attributes. Your fur, however, is different. Because of the cold poison in your body, and because you've spent years beside the magma lake, cold and heat have offset each other, so there's no attribute to speak of." He Dazhi looked at the Six-Tailed White Fox somewhat sheepishly as he explained.
After Six-Tails heard this, amusement appeared in his eyes. "There's no need to mind at all. It's only some fur. To me, it's no loss whatsoever."
"Then let me thank you first!" He Dazhi gave a sincere bow.
Six-Tails did not casually hand over a few hairs. Instead, he brought his six white tails before He Dazhi. "A demon fox's tails are the symbol of its cultivation, and also the source of its demon power. Use these!"
Seeing this, He Dazhi bowed once more, then gathered some fur from the tips of the six tails.
The Zheng's horns were broad antlers with knobby protrusions. Even after refinement, those protrusions still remained, only no longer as obvious. Before refinement, nothing could exist around them; after refinement, the wind attribute that remained alone made a faint breeze stir gently around them. Of course, this was beside the magma lake, so even if there was wind, it was hot wind.
Fox fur could not be used directly the moment it was harvested. He Dazhi planned to prepare it properly.
Everyone spent the little passing days