This suggested that the fellow probably was exactly what he claimed to be: a mongrel fox from the wilderness, with no close fellow disciples or friends.
From what he had roared at Li Mingyue earlier, it was clear that he had considerable problems with his own sense of identity.
He did not believe he owed the Five Immortals Ancestral Land any gratitude. He even felt that the Five Immortals had given him nothing but neglect and contempt, filling him with resentment and bitterness.
And after obtaining the Heavenly Fox Secret Art, he had immediately concealed his identity and found somewhere to hide away in secluded cultivation, not daring to show himself lightly. This suggested that his suspicion and distrust of the Five Immortals Ancestral Land outweighed even his sense of belonging.
Then there was what he had said earlier about that mysterious cultivation method, the one that had let him stand out at the Five Immortals Inheritance Assembly and helped him secure the Heavenly Fox Secret Art...
Those two scraps of paper that always appeared at critical moments involuntarily surfaced in Cui Jiuyang's mind again.
Back in Langya Village, when the men from the big wagon caravan had inexplicably lost years of their lives, he had vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and a few hazy clues had flashed through his mind.
Although they had later discovered that Granny Full Moon had ordered her disciples to harvest some mortal lifespans to heal her injuries, and had subsequently made up those lechers' losses with diluted Moonlight Dew.
Yet the shadows of those two mysterious old sheets had never left his mind, haunting him like a nightmare.
When Hu Seventeen had matter-of-factly asked him, "Why ask when you already know? How could you not know?" his first thought had been of his