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Shaoming is the granddaughter of Fox Fairy Grandmother, which means she is the biological daughter of Fox Fairy Grandmother standing right there, right? But why has she only appeared now instead of stopping it from the beginning? Is she really her biological child?
"Mom," Shaoming looked at the woman with despair, trembling even more than when she was mocked by those Fox Spirits, her voice breaking.
"What a useless thing," the woman glanced at Shaoming and said coldly, " Yin You , come with me. The girl upstairs is no longer qualified to go up."
Upon hearing this, Shaoming sat down on the ground with a 'thud'.
What should I do? Should I leave or stay?
"Sister, why don't you go up by yourself? I'll stay here with this Girl for a while." I said to Meng Jiangnu, as I was really worried about Shaoming's current state.
"Okay." Meng Jiangnu nodded slightly.
Meng Jiangnu followed the woman's footsteps upstairs, and I waved my hand to retrieve the Taiji Diagram and Flying Sword.
"Are you okay?" I squatted down to look at Shaoming, who seemed lost and dazed, her eyes devoid of any sparkle, with a single tear sliding down her cheek.
Shaoming sniffled and then suddenly turned around to hug me; her tears flowed like pearls from a broken string, unstoppable.
"Sigh." Shaking my head, I really had no choice but to play the role of a comforting friend again. Am I an air conditioner? Able to be both cold and warm?
"Alright, alright, enough crying." I handed Shaoming a tissue. "You're not a child anymore; don't you feel embarrassed?"
"You don't get to tell me what to do," Shaoming replied through her tears. "I want to cry."
"Whatever you have in your heart, don't hold it back. If you don't want to talk to someone, find something to vent it out."
"Do you want to hear it?" Shaoming looked at me.
"Sure."
"Let's change the place."
"Okay."
Where there are people, there is business, even if it's just transformed demons in human form.
"Sir, would you like to try this? It's our special drink," the waiter said, presenting two cups of beverage to me and Shaoming.
The Fox Spirit clan truly lives up to its reputation; their looks are undeniably high, even the waiters look like Korean oppas.
"I haven't seen an ugly person since I got here," I remarked after taking a sip of the drink, which was quite good.
"Really? Not even one?" Shaoming teased as he fiddled with the straw in his cup.
"If you keep this up, I'm leaving."
"That's not how it works; this is already damaging my pride."
"Waiter, bring us a plate of Red Bean Cake," Shaoming called out to the server inside.
This is the fifth layer of Red Bean Acacia, where there are still many untransformed foxes. Shaoming is not recognized here either. However, there are already many shops and such. On the road, many transformed Fox Spirits stroll as if shopping. The Fox Spirits are all dressed in ancient attire, but the shops have a modern feel to them, which gives me a sense of incongruity.
"When I was born, my grandmother was not yet the Fox Fairy Grandmother." The Red Bean Cake had not arrived yet, and after hesitating for a moment, Shaoming finally spoke up.
"The Fox Spirit clan is matriarchal; men have little status. I was raised by my grandmother. At that time, she was already a powerful fox immortal. She taught me spells and knowledge about the Red Thread Fairy. I transformed early, so the Fox Spirits back then were willing to call me a talented member of the Fox Spirit clan, which was quite an honor."
"The Fox Spirit who scolded me earlier is named Moss. She studied alongside me under my grandmother. Only those with talent among the Fox Spirits can receive guidance. Moss worked hard to train under my grandmother, doing all the household chores at her home."
"It's different for me; she is my biological grandmother, and she dotes on me while being very critical of Moss."
Hearing this, I began to understand; it was just a grudge that had been buried deep. Just imagine, if your neighbor looked similar to you and had comparable grades but had to earn money to buy cheap vegetables while he was born into wealth, living a life of luxury with private tutors teaching him manners.
Then you grew up in envy and jealousy, only to find out that the well-off guy was begging on the street. If I were someone who couldn't bear to see others in need, I might pull him up and treat him to a good meal. But if I were a bit more narrow-minded, I would probably be worse than that Acerbic Fox Demon.
But what exactly did Shaoming do? What kind of grave sin did he commit?
"Back when Moss and I went through the qualifications to become fox immortals, it happened to be the year my grandmother ascended to become the Fox Fairy Grandmother. Both Moss and I reached the final stage, but only one of us could become a fox immortal. My grandmother chose me."
"Is there a reason?" I asked.
"Becoming a fox immortal requires more than just cultivation; there are many essential qualities needed. My grandmother believed that Moss wasn't cut out to be a fox immortal."
I guessed as much; with someone like Moss, it would be hard for her to truly become a fox spirit.
"I became a fox immortal while Moss couldn't ascend. We haven't seen each other since." Shaoming said while holding onto his straw: "But later on, I made a serious mistake that not only ended my career as a fox immortal but also caused me to completely lose my tail."
"What mistake did you make?" I asked.
"The role of a Fox Spirit is to tie the red thread, but if the wrong thread is tied, it becomes a violation. I tied the wrong thread. I lost one of my tails as a result, which was my only tail. Then my grandmother expelled me from the ranks of the Fox Immortals. After that, I left Tushan with Sister Wan."
"Hey, who exactly is Sister Wan?" I gossiped.
"What do you want to know?" Shaoming looked at me warily.
"I'm just asking, come on, hurry!" I continued to gossip.
"I don't know Sister Wan's true identity either. All I know is that she is unfathomable. Although she only has three tails, my grandmother said she was no match for Sister Wan."
"That's boring," I said dejectedly. "I thought I would hear some insider information."
"Are you here to persuade me or just to listen to gossip?" Shaoming retorted angrily.
"Are we that familiar?" I teased intentionally. "We just met today. By the way, what about your boyfriend?"
"Who?"
"The one you brought when we had noodles."
"Oh, the backup." Shaoming replied nonchalantly. "He was once my client and is now my meal ticket."
"You really are a vixen."
"What are you?" Shaoming glared.
"Nothing, sister."
At the same time, on the eleventh level of the Red Bean Noodle Shop.
Who would have thought that within this great tree there was actually a massive Fox Spirit Shrine, or perhaps this Fox Spirit Shrine was the true Tushan.
The Fox Spirit Shrine housed a statue of a dignified woman, her eyes smiling as she gazed into the distance. Behind her was a huge throne, upon which stood a very burly man. The man's face was not carved, but it was evident that his identity was extraordinary.
To enter this shrine once is a lifetime honor for the Fox Spirit, yet the Fox Fairy Grandmother could live within this shrine. Moreover, before stepping down from her position, the Fox Fairy Grandmother could not leave this shrine.
The Fox Spirit represents feminism; male Fox Spirits are absolutely forbidden from entering this shrine. However, now, directly in front of the woman's statue stood an Old Daoist.
The Old Daoist showed no respect towards the statue and was even gnawing on a chicken leg.
Behind the Old Daoist stood another person. Unlike the Old Daoist, this person's expression was very tense, standing there with utmost respect.
"Why don't you paint that man's face?" the Old Daoist asked, looking at the man behind the woman.
"How could our Fox Spirit dare to worship the Human Emperor?" replied the person behind the Old Daoist, their voice tinged with an unmistakable sense of loneliness.
"What's wrong with that?" the Old Daoist said discontentedly. "From now on, I will allow it; would that man dare to oppose me?"
"Who can still remember the face of the Human Emperor now? Back in the day when I saw the Empress, I passed by the Human Emperor, but at that time, I was just a newly transformed Fox Spirit." The person standing behind the Old Daoist revealed her true appearance; she was an extremely old woman, her wrinkles piled up so much that her eyes were nearly invisible. She leaned on a cane, which had the head of a fox at its top.
"Trouble!" the Old Daoist muttered, "Humans are trouble, and so are demons."
With that, the Old Daoist waved his Daoist robe's sleeve, and a gust of wind rose within the shrine, revealing the face of the man on the statue.
"Now that's more like it," the Old Daoist said as he tore off a piece of chicken leg meat, satisfied.
"Thank you for your grace, Celestial Immortal." The old woman immediately knelt down on the ground.
While drawing the man's face, the Old Daoist also left something behind; the old woman could faintly sense it and hurriedly knelt to express her gratitude.
"Enough, enough. You look much older than I do," the Old Daoist said angrily.
Seeing him angry, the old woman quickly got up from the ground.
"I'm not here just to hang around; you should know that my disciple has come to Tushan."
"I suppose that Three Stripes of Blue Flowers is your esteemed disciple?"
"Exactly. Since you are old, please do not reveal my identity," the Old Daoist replied.
"Since the Celestial Immortal has commanded it, this demon naturally would not dare to overstep," the old woman said respectfully.
"As for other matters, just let them be. I must take my leave now," said the Old Daoist as he prepared to depart.
“Celestial Immortal, please wait.” The old woman hurriedly spoke, but it was clear that she was very anxious.
“Is there something else?” The Old Daoist didn't mind and stopped in his tracks.
“There is a granddaughter of a demon with good potential, but unfortunately, she lacks guidance from a Master. I hope the Celestial Immortal can show mercy and accept her as a named disciple.”
What the old woman meant was that she wanted her granddaughter to become a named disciple of this Daoist.
“I already have a Closed Door Disciple.” The old Daoist flicked his fingers a few times and calculated: “Forget it, I will grant her an opportunity.”
“Have you agreed?” The old woman said joyfully.
“No, my disciple is named Yin Zheng'an!”
As soon as the Old Daoist finished speaking, he vanished from the spot, leaving only a whirlwind that stirred up a few dust particles from the ground.
The old woman paused, indicating her understanding. When she looked again for the Old Daoist, there was no one there.
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