"What ferocious beast was chasing him when he fell to the ground?"
"Idiot, didn't I already say that he needed the help of an immortal? He must have been saved by a deity!"
Who are you calling an idiot?
"..."
"Stop arguing, let's listen to the audiobook!"
Old Yu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then continued his story.
"When Lu the woodcutter fell down the hillside, he was in a daze, but he felt something was beside him. Can you guess what it was?"
Old Yu was an old storyteller. Although his skill was mediocre, he still knew some basic tricks. He paused here, drawing considerable dissatisfaction from the tea drinkers below.
Several more large coins were thrown at him, some even hitting his face. Old Man Yu didn't care; after all, this was his livelihood. If he couldn't handle being hit with money, he would have been out of a job long ago.
He chuckled and pocketed the large sum of money. He cleared his throat and continued.
"The woodcutter opened his eyes and was startled. In front of him was a fox. A white fox at that. Its two eyes were staring at him, as if it understood human nature."
"White foxes are intelligent and perceptive. Foxes are naturally highly intelligent, and white foxes are especially spiritual creatures from the mountains. It's entirely possible that they can understand human nature."
The tea drinkers below began to chatter amongst themselves, but Old Man Yu waited for them to quiet down before continuing his story.
"The woodcutter didn't know what was going on, and reached out to stroke the white fox. But the white fox turned around and leaped a few times, disappearing into the grass."
"Why did they run away? Where's the immortal? Wasn't it said that an immortal would intervene?"
The tea drinkers below erupted in another uproar, but this time Old Man Yu simply smiled and didn't respond. Only after everyone had calmed down did he strike the gavel.
"Dear guests, to find out what happens next, please stay tuned for the next episode."
Not to mention that the storyteller was nearly beaten up on the spot by the angry tea drinkers. Lu Xuan, in the mountains, was watching the little fox baring its teeth and claws.
"Someone else is injured?" Lu Xuan frowned, then picked up a first-aid kit and followed the little fox outside.
The little fox ran very fast, crossing the small hill outside the yard in just a few breaths.
Lu Xuan followed behind at a leisurely pace. Strangely, his movements appeared perfectly normal, yet he remained perfectly at the back of the little fox. His figure was sometimes solid, sometimes blurry. In a flash, the man and the fox crossed another small hill and found a man carrying a bow and arrows at the foot of the hill.
However, the bow and arrows on his back were broken, and his legs and arms appeared to be injured. He was unconscious. A dead rabbit was tied around his waist; this man was likely a hunter.
Lu Xuan looked around at the surrounding hillside and knew he must have fallen from the opposite slope. He went over to check on him and confirmed that he was mostly unharmed, just shaken. He also noted that he had sustained some scrapes on his legs, arms, and other exposed areas while rolling down the slope.
The thick grass in this area cushioned the fall considerably. He was mostly unharmed, but likely quite shaken. Lu Xuan noticed that the other person's eyes were still moving violently even in unconsciousness, and his whole body was trembling, clearly from a nightmare. Judging from the dimness of his soul fire, his three souls and seven spirits were unstable. Even if he survived this ordeal, he would likely suffer a serious illness.
"Go, apply medicine to his wounds." Lu Xuan said, putting down the medicine box and handing it to the little fox. The little fox's face fell, but it still obediently stepped forward, took out the medicine bottle like a human, and applied the medicine to the hunter.
Lu Xuan then walked up the hillside where the other person had fallen.
This is the second time this month. The last time was a woodcutter; he helped him out of the blue but didn't think much of it. Encountering poisonous snakes and wild beasts is normal when going into the mountains to chop wood or gather herbs. He usually helps if he can.
However, it's a bit strange that he rolled down the hillside twice in a row, and more importantly, he wasn't hurt by any so-called wild beasts, but only injured from the fall.
Lu Xuan's body flickered slightly, as if shrinking the distance to an inch, and he appeared on the opposite hillside.
A faint fishy smell wafted towards him. Lu Xuan frowned slightly and looked down at the grass on the ground.
In the lush grass, a conspicuous animal trail appeared before them. To be precise, it wasn't just an animal trail, but a snake trail.
From a young age, Lu Xuan had heard the village elders say that if a snake grows to a certain size, it becomes sentient. It walks with a swift, swift movement and has the ability to part grass. In other words, when a snake walks, it leaves a smooth, clear trail in the grass.
Lu Xuan could tell by the scent that this was indeed a snake trail. It was just that this snake was rather large.
Judging from the snake trail, this snake must have been at least 30 centimeters in diameter. For an ordinary person, it would be an absolutely enormous creature that would be impossible to defeat.
However, it only drove people away twice without actually hurting them, which made Lu Xuan have some ideas.
Just then, the cry of a white fox came from down the hillside. Lu Xuan turned his head and saw that the hunter had already woken up.
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Chapter 337 Green Snake
The hunter felt as if he were living in a dream. He had seen immortals, without a doubt.
If he wasn't an immortal, how could he possess such a sentient and intelligent spirit pet? He had personally witnessed the little fox applying medicine to him these past few days. If he wasn't an immortal, how could he transform the meager fare of poor families into a delicacy? If he wasn't an immortal, why did the stove spontaneously combust despite the lack of firewood, and why didn't the torrential rain in the mountains wet his sleeves?
He actually felt his injuries weren't serious. As a hunter in the mountains, such minor injuries were nothing to worry about; he could just bear them and they would pass. However, the immortal said that he had been frightened and his spirit had been damaged. If he couldn't be fully healed this time, he might suffer from chronic illnesses and not live for more than a few years.
The immortal was right. The hunter stayed in the cabin for three days in peace. The immortal told him that his soul had been healed and he could leave. The hunter didn't want to leave; this was the immortal's dwelling place. But he knew his own identity; this was an immortal, how could he be allowed to act presumptuously? So he could only reluctantly leave the cabin.
Before he left, the immortal gifted him a bow. It looked like an ordinary bow. There were no patterns, no decorations, just a plain bow. But it felt comfortable in his hand and was incredibly smooth to use.
The hunter turned to thank the immortal for his gift, but found that the immortal had vanished without a trace. He could only kneel down and kowtow three times in the direction he had come from. When he turned back again, he found himself at the village entrance. Everything that had happened these past few days felt like a dream.
"Lu An, you're finally back! We've been thinking you'd been lured away by some wild beast for so many days!"
"Yeah, where have you been these past few days?"
"I...I had a dream."
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