Chapter 8: The Mischief of the Fox Spirit

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I can't believe it, this seems like a possession, that is to say, being inhabited by a spirit, this ghost is truly powerful! Normally, a person's vitality is strong, with three flames burning brightly above their head and shoulders, making it extremely difficult for ordinary spirits to approach. Even when Wen Fei's soul leaves his body, he avoids living people; if he were to encounter one, not only would the living person be unlucky from the negative energy, but the soul would also face trouble if it were burned by the yang fire. Even when Wen Fei's soul leaves his body, he avoids living people; if he were to encounter one, not only would the living person be unlucky from the negative energy, but the soul would also face trouble if it were burned by the yang fire.

Wen Fei felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare. Although he clearly knew that everything before him was an illusion, all falsehood, he could not break free and could only watch helplessly as the tragic scene unfolded before his eyes

Wen Fei had practiced martial arts for over ten years, and if this palm strike had landed, it would at least have severely injured whatever was behind it. However, this punch ended up hitting nothing at all, resulting in a complete miss. The improper use of force left Wen Fei feeling extremely uncomfortable, with his blood surging restlessly.

Wen Fei's mind flashed with a sudden thought like a bolt of lightning. He let out a loud shout, his energy sinking into his dantian, and a single word escaped his lips.

I am ... ... " Wen Fei had only spoken two words when he saw that the man was holding something large, resembling a cat. He immediately exclaimed: "A fox!" It must be the same fox from earlier.

This cursed thing causes harm every few days, and I don't know how many innocent people it has harmed. Today, we finally caught it; just watch me skin it alive!" The burly man said, holding the fox up in front of him.

Then that thing charged directly towards Wen Fei's thigh with an overwhelming momentum. In an instant, everything below the knee became icy cold, and there was no longer any sensation. Damn it, when I get back, I must practice martial arts diligently.

In front of Wen Fei, illusions surged, as if he could hear countless voices shouting for bloodshed in his ears. He also noticed that the ghostly flames began to change, gradually transforming into a scene of two armies engaged in battle.

At that moment, an ominous chuckle suddenly came from beside him, no longer from behind. Wen Fei felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that something was amiss, as if he could sense the approach of danger

Wen Fei knew in his heart that he had encountered a master, and he was extremely excited. He was deeply fascinated by the philosophy of Dao and had long struggled without the guidance of a renowned teacher, relying solely on blind study and practice. At this moment, seeing this person let out a loud shout that could break the fox's illusion, he felt a great admiration.

Wen Fei immediately breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he was still at Luoma Gathering and had not ended up elsewhere

If a seasoned martial artist with abundant vital energy were to execute such a move, channeling their energy to the dantian and uttering a true incantation, they could disperse the ghostly presence within their body. However, with Wen Fei's vital energy being depleted and his lack of practice in martial arts, this move amounts to little more than an empty gesture.

Ghostly entities typically surge from the feet upwards. This area is the most vulnerable point in the human body regarding vital energy and blood. From a modern medical perspective, it is the farthest point from the heart. Consequently, many individuals become particularly sensitive to cold in their feet during winter. Moreover, when a person approaches death, it is the feet that first lose sensation

Once Wen Fei regained some consciousness after hitting his head, that icy sensation dissipated

Busy road: "What is your esteemed name, revered master? I am Wen Fei, and I have long wished to learn the ways of the Dao. I wonder if you would be able to teach me!"

Speaking of which, Wen Fei is indeed quite lazy, which is why he has not diligently practiced martial arts and studied the scriptures. However, as an enthusiast of spells, he naturally cannot be completely unskilled in martial arts, especially when it comes to dealing with malevolent spirits. He must have conducted some research on the subject. Although it has all been theoretical until today, when he finally encountered a real situation, Wen Fei did not feel much panic; instead, he felt a great sense of excitement

A profoundly chilling sensation surged from within, akin to experiencing a nightmare at night; even though I was clearly awake, I felt powerless to break free. It was as if my entire body was no longer under my control, and a wave of icy coldness crawled up my spine.

In the dim light, a man strode over with great strides. Upon seeing Wen Fei, he was immediately taken aback: "Which Daoist temple do you belong to? How did you end up at this mule and horse market?"

Then I saw a shadow darting past my feet, and suddenly the surroundings became clear, even though it was still nighttime. However, there were stars and the moon, making it dimly possible to see the area around me. The creature that darted past my feet seemed to be a wild cat, but it was somewhat larger than an ordinary cat. All those will-o'-the-wisps and ghostly shadows had completely vanished.

A large army, adorned like wild savages, riding on horseback, emitted a sound akin to a mountain roar or a tidal wave as they pursued another force clad entirely in red military uniforms. The army in red suffered a crushing defeat, scattering like sheep across the mountains and fleeing in all directions. The barbaric army let out terrifying shrieks as they closed in. Armed with bows and arrows, and wielding large blades, they slaughtered the soldiers in red, decapitating them and carrying the bloody heads under their arms, before continuing their pursuit of others

A wave of extreme chill suddenly enveloped me, causing an involuntary shiver. An inexplicable coldness began to spread from the soles of my feet upward throughout my body

That person laughed heartily towards the sky, his physique robust. In Wen Fei's eyes, this demeanor exuded the spirit of a chivalrous hero from the martial world. He was even more determined to learn some skills from this master, no matter what.

"This Taoist, how did you come to this place alone at night? There is not a soul within a radius of several miles. Given your abilities, they do not seem impressive. It is unlikely you are here to catch ghosts or demons. It would be best for you to return early!"

A martial artist, with their energy concentrated in the dantian, can mobilize their blood and qi to descend, effectively delivering a powerful blow to the malevolent entities surging up from the feet. Unfortunately, Wen Fei's blood and qi are too weak; this strike did not inflict pain on the approaching entity, merely slightly hindering its momentum.

"Hey! It's you again, this wicked creature causing harm!" A thunderous shout erupted like a clap of thunder, and with a buzzing sound, Wen Fei's head felt as if it had exploded, plunging him into darkness, nearly causing him to stumble and fall

The fox lay motionless, with wounds on its legs, blood dripping steadily, suggesting it was surely dead. However, this fox appeared to be nearly the size of a local dog, its fur a mix of white and yellow, making it hard to tell how many years it had lived. Wen Fei felt a sense of satisfaction and inwardly exclaimed that it deserved this fate. Yet, he also felt a twinge of fear, realizing how terrifying the night in the mule and horse gathering could be.

At that moment, Wen Fei suddenly understood; it was definitely not a cat, but a fox. The howling sound he had been hearing was not the bark of a wild dog, but the call of a fox! Damn it, he had almost fallen for the trick of a pesky fox.

But what was that icy sensation just now? It felt as if a malevolent spirit had possessed me. Could it be that the cunning fox has cultivated to such an extent that it can already possess others?