A Dream of Transmigration - Chapter 97
The man in the silver robe was startled and quickly looked away, only to find that there was another person standing with their hands behind their back on the stone two zhang away. The white clothes reflected the hazy moonlight, making them appear even colder and whiter.
"You..." came a very surprised voice.
The icy eyes glanced at him, then gazed at the moon on the horizon and the distant clouds, from which came a faint voice: "Silver Fox has always been competitive; you must be the only one on this peak?"
The man in the silver robe did not answer, but instead scrutinized him with his captivating eyes.
After a while.
"You don't have a true form, could you be a human?" A playful look appeared on his handsome face, with a hint of approval. "Humans can see my true form; their cultivation is quite profound."
Are you the only one on this peak?
"Of course, how could I, Silver Fox, associate with such a lowly race?" The silver-robed man smiled arrogantly, his smile surprisingly charming. "Could it be that you also harbor some ulterior motives regarding this peak?"
He didn't answer, but looked at him and said, "So you're really the only fox here?"
The silver-robed man's beautiful eyes flickered, then narrowed, like a crescent moon in the sky, its alluring yet childlike luster shining against the dim night.
"Well, that depends on whether they have the guts to come." A proud tone.
"That's good then," he murmured, his icy eyes flashing. "Silver Foxes are powerful, but their clan has never been prosperous, and few have cultivated to human form. It's a pity."
"What a pity?" The silver-robed man was taken aback. After a long while, a playful and charming smile appeared on his handsome face again. "Judging from your words, you actually intend to surrender to me?"
The white figure did not answer, but simply raised one hand.
Suddenly, a billowing white mist rose out of thin air, as if blown by a hurricane, sweeping across the sky at an incredible speed, and it looked as if it would engulf the silver-robed man.
The man in the silver robe was not alarmed; instead, he laughed and said, "If you want to subdue me, I'm afraid you..."
Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
He realized that his eight hundred years of magical power had been completely lost in that instant, and he couldn't move his body at all. He could only watch helplessly as the white mist swallowed him up!
A faint yet clear voice came: "I have no need to subdue you."
It's death!
“You…how could you…” Her captivating eyes had lost their alluring brilliance, replaced only by extreme fear, despair, and disbelief. “You are…”
"You deserve to die." A cold voice.
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As the sun peeks through the clouds, it casts a gentle glow upon the earth. The morning bell tolls, lending the entire mountain range a sacred and solemn air. In the small mountain temple, monks come and go, and a new day begins.
"My apologies, my apologies."
"Amitabha! Who could be so heartless as to kill it!"
...
As soon as Lin Feifei stepped out of the courtyard gate, she heard a commotion outside the hall. Being a curious person, she immediately grabbed a young monk and asked, "What happened? What fox? Is it a monster?"
When the young monk saw it was her, he put his palms together in a gesture of respect and said with a face full of regret, "Amitabha, such a fine silver fox, yet it was cruelly beaten to death."
silver fox?
Lin Feifei was stunned for a moment: "Where?"
"Junior brother found it on the peak over there while gathering herbs early this morning. Forgive me, that silver fox has been here for many years and has lived peacefully with us. It's not so bad. The abbot and my fellow disciples are discussing how to help it pass on to the afterlife. Amitabha!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Lin Feifei was still annoyed that the fox spirit Chu Ying had tricked her yesterday, but when she heard that it was a silver fox, she became interested again—her master seemed to have said that silver foxes were extremely rare among foxes, and if they cultivated into spirits, her current level of cultivation would not be easy to deal with.
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Sure enough, a group of monks had already gathered outside, all shaking their heads and sighing.
In the middle of the ground, a huge fox lay quietly, its pure white fur without a single blemish, as smooth as water, and faintly glistening with the rising sun.
"Poor thing, though it's a demon, it's not all bad. It even gathered some herbs for me that day!"
"How cruel!"
"What a pity that it has cultivated for hundreds of years! Amitabha! Quickly help it to be reborn in a better realm!"
"..."
The monks were all talking amongst themselves, while Lin Feifei listened in stunned silence.
Yang Jianfei was squatting nearby, and immediately stood up when he saw her.
“It’s the same one you encountered,” he shook his head. “Yesterday I thought he was just being playful and trying to tease you, and he meant no harm, so I didn’t catch him. Who knew… sigh!”
"What?!" Lin Feifei nearly fainted. "You said it's naughty?"
“Of course,” he looked at her with amusement, a wicked smile spreading across his handsome face. “Silver Fox is mischievous by nature and loves to play pranks. Yesterday, it must have seen you missing Brother Chu…”
Seeing Lin Feifei's murderous look, he immediately shut his mouth.
After a while.
Lin Feifei asked in confusion, "But...aren't fox spirits often bewitching and harming people?"
"Harm people?" Yang Jianfei was stunned, extremely surprised. "How could it harm people? Foxes are just naturally playful and mischievous; it's extremely rare for them to harm people with their seductive arts."