Chapter 70 How many thunderbolts can you withstand?
Chang Xile and Anping looked at each other, and the next second the door opened inward as if blown by a strong wind.
"Junior, you're really cunning." Chen Moxin stood in the center of the courtyard. He wiped the blood from his face and greeted the two with a smile. "If my guardian spirit hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known two little mice had secretly followed me home."
Chang Xile had heard about the guardian spirits of the household when she was a child, often through nursery rhymes from her aunt. They were generally categorized into four main groups: foxes, weasels, hedgehogs, and snakes. These creatures cultivated to become immortals and were then worshipped in homes as guardian spirits. These spirits would bless the family with peace and health.
However, these immortals are very particular about choosing their masters, and usually do not communicate directly with their disciples. How could someone as evil as Chen Moxin deserve the protection of a guardian immortal?
An Ping stepped forward, blocking Chang Xile with his body, and looked ahead warily. His gaze wasn't focused on Chen Moxin, but on the wooden fox statue behind her.
"Little one, we meet again?" the strange voice from before rang out again, and it laughed sinisterly. "How dare you come here? Do you want to die again?"
"You cut off one of my tails, and I'll destroy your body. Fair enough." An Ping's eyes held no fear. He stared at the fox statue's lifelike eyes and sneered, "You cunning fox, you've been living in this shell for so many years. How about I shatter your soul today and give you a quick death?"
"Don't threaten me. If I'm not mistaken, you lost another one recently, right? Otherwise, how could you be reduced to the point where you can't even notice my breath?" The wooden sculpture called the ferocious fox didn't move its mouth at all, but it let out a loud laugh that was sharp and piercing.
An hour ago, Chen Moxin had caught the lion cat in the woods. It was incredibly docile in his hands, barely resisting. He muttered, "Aren't lion cats supposed to be arrogant?" but he simply considered himself lucky.
It was not until he crossed the river with the help of the fox and arrived at the foot of Changle Mountain that the fox whispered to him and asked him to meet at the old place. As soon as it saw the lion cat, it knew that its master's condition was extremely grim.
The fox statue's black eyes twitched again. It looked in Chang Xile's direction, and as if surprised to discover something, it said, "Hey, little girl, you look familiar to me."
Chang Xile had no recollection of ever meeting the creature inside the wooden statue. The look in its eyes sent a chill down her spine, and she mustered the courage to curse it: "You condone and aid people in doing evil. What kind of immortal are you? You'll be struck by lightning!"
She held Anping's wrist tightly, ready to leave at any time. From the words of this vixen just now, she heard that Anping's condition did not seem to be so good.
Anping's name had been written in the Book of Life and Death once before. While he wasn't sure how he'd been able to return from the dead, life and death were crucial. Furthermore, Anping had fought with Xie Wuya a few days earlier and hadn't had time to recover. They should have left first.
"Isn't it enough to protect my own home? How can you not be considered a guardian deity?" The fox was angered by the curse. It grinned and said, "Want to leave? Then let's see if you have what it takes!"
As soon as it lowered its eyes, the lion cat that was originally lying on the ground had another wound on its body. At the same time, Anping's face became even paler. He leaned forward and almost fell to the ground. He was helped by Chang Xile to stand firm.
The two were brought into the courtyard, and the wooden door closed behind them.
"Anping, what's wrong with you?" Chang Xile tried to hold him up. Anping was almost out of strength, and at this moment, he put most of his strength on Chang Xile to barely keep from falling.
This change was obviously due to the injury of the lion cat. Chang Xile suddenly understood something and asked, "Didn't you say that the cat was just an empty shell? How could it be..."
"Silly child, you don't know how much magical power it takes to bring a lifeless body to life. If he hadn't imbued it with his spiritual consciousness, I wouldn't even recognize him." Seeing Anping's pale face, the fox was in a very good mood. He even felt like a mentor and began to explain on Chang Xile's behalf. Even after so many years of practice, it could only make the wooden statue's eyes move.
If Anping had appeared in his prime, it certainly wouldn't have been able to do anything to him. But since he'd taken such a risk by attaching his spirit to a body with no ability to defend itself, don't blame it for taking advantage of him.
Chang Xile frowned. They had been too careless, thinking that Chen Moxin was just a wealthy man with evil intentions, but they hadn't considered that he might also have supernatural powers around him.
Chen Moxin was very unhappy that these people had excluded him from their conversation. He smiled and approached Chang Xile, saying, "Originally, I didn't have time to catch you today and wanted to let you play for a few days. Unfortunately... there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you insist on entering. Don't blame me for being cruel, okay?"
Chang Xile looked at him coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out a translucent red rope. Chen Moxin felt a pain in his heart, as if his whole soul was burning on fire, and he fell to his knees.
If an ordinary person's soul was forcibly separated from their body, they would suffer unspeakable pain. At this moment, if Chang Xile hooked her finger again, Chen Moxin's body would be unable to move.
"Who...are you?" Chen Moxin hadn't expected Chang Xile to have such a trick. He had always been fearless, but at this moment, a dense fear welled up in his heart. He shouted, "You cunning vixen! Don't forget what you promised me!"
At the same time, Anping also groaned. He shook a little and could no longer hold on, so he knelt on one knee on the ground.
Chang Xile's mind was shaken for a moment, and she loosened her hands slightly, not letting Chen Moxin's soul leave her body immediately.
"Are you an impermanence? Ha, a running dog of the underworld. If you pull out Chen Moxin's soul, I don't mind crushing this kid's consciousness." The flattering fox said calmly.
"Aren't you afraid that I will suck out your soul as well?" Chang Xile saw An Ping's forehead sweating from the pain and almost losing consciousness, and immediately felt infinite anger rising in his heart. As for the so-called fear, timidity, and hesitation in his daily life, they were all evaporated and burned away by this anger.
"Hahahahahaha..." The fox laughed and asked, "But can you find my soul? This wooden statue is just a medium. I can be here or anywhere else. How about a bet? Guess which is faster, your soul-catching rope to find me, or my hand that can crush his spirit?"
The next second, it finally stopped its teasing tone and said coldly, "Let go of Chen Moxin, and don't make me say it a second time."
An Ping let go of Chang Xile's hand at this moment. He shook his head, and with the last of his strength, he gently pushed her away and said, "Go away... Don't worry about me."
At worst, he would die again.
With Chang Xile's ability, after she draws out Chen Moxin's soul, even the treacherous fox can't do anything to her, and she will have no problem walking out of this door.
However, Chang Xile looked at him deeply, gritted his teeth and retracted the soul-catching rope.
An Ping didn't originally want to be here. It was because of her that he fought with Xie Wuya and injured himself. And a big part of the reason why he came here was also because of her plan.
Conscience aside, Chang Xile couldn't leave. Emotionally, Chang Xile didn't want to leave.
As long as we hold on, there will definitely be a solution.
"What do you want?" Chang Xile asked.
The flattering fox said nothing and gave the negotiating position to Chen Moxin.
"Ah, junior. I used to like you very much, but you were too mean to me the other day." Chen Moxin walked up slowly and kicked Chang Xile in the stomach, causing her to hit the wooden wall behind her. "This time, I'm paying you back for what happened that night."
Chang Xile sat on the gravel ground in pain. She raised her eyes, her gaze cold and without a trace of fear.
"I'm really curious. I've always been easygoing and dedicated to my team members. How did you tell something was wrong with me?" Chen Moxin pulled out a small knife from his waist and tapped her cheek with the blade. Meeting her gaze, which seemed to want to gouge a hole in his face, he asked teasingly, "With your cat-like eyes?"
His force gradually increased, leaving a faint trace of blood on Chang Xile's left cheek from the blade.
"Because your hands are stained with blood, you exude a disgusting aura of scum from the inside out," said Chang Xile.
"...Shut up!" Chen Moxin glared at her, wondering why this woman was so stubborn. Just like that damned lion cat who remained silent despite all the abuse, the more they pretended to be strong, the more he wanted to tear off their masks and see their true expressions of pain.
Seeing Chen Moxin raise the knife high, Chang Xile closed her eyes, seemingly giving up resistance. However, behind her back, where no one could see, she silently took out a yellow talisman from her pocket and kept repeating two words in her mind.
But the next second, the expected blade did not fall, and instead a cry of extreme pain was heard. Chang Xile opened his eyes and saw Chen Moxin being thrown to the ground two meters away from her. Between him and Chang Xile stood a lion cat.
The lion cat itself was tiny, but the phantom attached to it towered like a jungle beast, shimmering with golden light, its three long, fluffy tails woven together in the wind. With every step it took toward Chen Moxin, the phantom grew taller, its golden glow growing ever more dazzling, until it shone red, like the flame of a burning candle.
The howl of a wild beast lingered in its breath, like a whisper from ancient times. It growled, enunciating each word: "You, are seeking death!"
Chen Moxin was so frightened that she dared not move, and could only yell repeatedly: "Fox, fox!"
"Are you going to die?" The fox didn't expect that after so many years, the cat would still be willing to burn itself to protect the girl. How many lives could he risk?
The fox secretly closed his palm, intending to extinguish that spiritual consciousness. However, the next second, as more and more blood flowed down Chang Xile's face, dark clouds filled the sky and thunder could be heard faintly.
In an instant, heavy rain poured down and thunder roared deafeningly in the mountains. Purple lightning kept rolling out from the dark clouds, as if a god was roaring.
"What's going on?" The fox had a bad feeling in its heart, which made it more and more panicked.
The lion cat turned around and asked, "With the sins you have committed, how many times can you withstand the thunder of heaven without being destroyed?"
"Is this a thunder tribulation? No...it's impossible. You have only cultivated three tails, how could there be a thunder tribulation of ascension? You...you are definitely lying." The flattering fox said he didn't believe it, but he was still a little incoherent.
"Don't believe it?" The lion cat didn't show any sign of confusion. The phantom behind it turned its head along with its body and said indifferently, "Then give it a try."
The fox looked up at the extraordinary celestial phenomenon again. It gritted its teeth and said sternly, "You are doing well. We have a long way to go!"
The next second, the fox wooden sculpture fell silent.
"Fox, fox?" Chen Moxin shouted in disbelief several times before he confirmed that the damn fox had abandoned him. He struggled to stand up holding the knife. Behind him, the wooden door was pushed open by someone with a strong palm.
“Joy!” “Joy!”
Yang Guisi rushed in, followed by a tall and thin Taoist nun and several policemen.
What caught everyone's eyes was a girl leaning against the wall with half of her face covered in blood, a white long-haired cat lying on the ground covered with bruises, and a man holding a knife.
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