He sent someone to deliver a message to the sect leader, denying any relationship between himself and the female cultivator.
When it was all over, he smiled and looked at Shen Wangshu, only to be disappointed to find that this cold woman really had no interest in him.
Shen Wangshu's attention was entirely focused on the fluffy little thing in her arms.
Her gentle demeanor sent a shiver down Xi Wu Dao Jun's spine.
"Seeing this fox reminds me of something interesting and rare that someone mentioned today." Xi Wu Daojun smiled, casually pulling out a pot of spiritual tea from the void, flicking his fingers, and a jade table appeared in front of him.
He was a cultivator who knew how to enjoy life, so naturally he wouldn't just make a simple stone table like Lingxiao. With another flick of his wrist, several spiritual figures flew out from his sleeves and landed to the side, transforming into handsome men and women in fine clothes. The men held musical instruments in their hands, and as the music began, the women in colorful clothes began to dance.
Shen Wangshu glanced at the puppets that seemed no different from living people, then swept his gaze over Xi Wu Daojun, who was clapping and praising them.
"I specially exchanged it from someone else for you to see," Xi Wu Daojun said with a smile to Shen Wangshu. "You don't like strangers stepping into your Daoist temple, so puppets are fine, aren't they?"
He seemed to really hope that Shen Wangshu's life wouldn't be so dull.
This genuine concern warmed Shen Wangshu's heart.
"Thank you," she said softly.
When had she ever thanked him before? Daoist Xiwu was flattered, but after hesitating for a moment, he carefully said, "This is purely out of brotherly concern."
"Get out!"
Daoist Xiwu wasn't going to leave. He shamelessly pretended not to hear, sipping his spiritual tea and saying with a smile, "The demon race is in complete chaos right now."
He saw Shen Wangshu turn his eyes to him with interest, a smug smile curving his lips. He whispered mysteriously to Shen Wangshu, "Everyone says that the Heavenly Fox, who was attempting to break through to the Mahayana stage, has gone missing and his whereabouts are unknown. If you ask me, I'm afraid there's more to this than meets the eye." He squinted and said, "A new Fox King has already ascended the throne. I heard it's a Black Fox. The fact that a Fox King was chosen so quickly suggests there's more to the Heavenly Fox's story than meets the eye."
"This is a good thing," Shen Wangshu, a human cultivator, said calmly.
“That’s true. The new Fox King is only at the Nascent Soul stage, about the same level as me. I’m afraid the Fox Clan will decline in the future,” said Daoist Xiwu astutely.
However, Shen Wangshu was pleased to see the demon race's strength greatly reduced, and the sudden loss of a Heavenly Fox who dared to attempt to reach the Mahayana stage even after the Nascent Soul stage.
She stroked the fuzzy ball of fur in her arms, who was whimpering in confusion, and said thoughtfully, "It's a pity that if the demon race shows weakness, there will be internal strife among the human race."
When the demon race was powerful, human cultivators naturally united for survival, and minor disagreements were no big deal. But now that the demon race's power has been weakened, internal conflicts within the human race are likely to arise incessantly. Shen Wangshu looked at his slender hands and said softly, "The righteous and demonic sects used to join forces only to resist the demon race. Without the demon race, the righteous and demonic factions would be irreconcilable enemies."
She felt furious at the thought of Lingxiao being ambushed by the daughter of the Demon Sect Master.
"The sect leader also shares this concern," said Daoist Xiwu, frowning.
The conflict between good and evil is so intense that not only are high-level cultivators at odds, but even the lower-level cultivators under their respective sects are constantly fighting each other.
It's unknown how many junior cultivators have perished in these conflicts.
He lowered his voice, somewhat somber, clearly knowing that anything happening to his disciples would deeply upset him. However, he was a man of strong will, so he simply put all that aside, insisting on giving the puppets to Shen Wangshu before asking her some questions about cultivation.
Shen Wangshu's cultivation level was higher than his, and he had far more insights than him. Therefore, some obscure questions would become clear after asking Shen Wangshu. Xi Wu Daojun and Ling Xiao often did this in the past, and Shen Wangshu patiently answered him.
Daoist Xiwu is naturally gifted and exceptionally talented. Receiving these answers will save him from many detours on his cultivation path.
She slowly gave him a lecture, and when she felt she had said enough for today, she kicked Daoist Xiwu off the mountain.
The furry ball in her arms was overjoyed to see the handsome young man disappear in the blink of an eye, and clapped its furry paws vigorously to express its happiness.
Its eyes narrowed into slits with delight, and its fluffy tail swayed back and forth. Shen Wangshu looked at this carefree fox and, thinking of the unlucky celestial fox that Xiwu Daojun had mentioned to him before, smiled and rubbed its furry ears, saying, "Look at you, you're far inferior to the celestial fox."
The Heavenly Fox is single-minded in its cultivation, so its mind must be unwavering. But this fox only knows how to play and doesn't know anything about cultivation. Seemingly hearing Shen Wangshu's slight disdain for it, the fox quickly turned its head and licked her fingertip in a flattering manner.
It wagged its tail and barked twice, as if to say that it was much stronger than any celestial fox.
A fox that spends all its time cultivating and never plays is definitely not a good fox!
It proudly twitched its furry ears, looking quite pleased with itself.
Looking at the lively little creature, Shen Wangshu's mood indeed brightened considerably. She clearly favored the furry little thing, fearing it might be lonely on its icy peak, and thus allowed it to freely descend the mountain to play. Fearing it might be harmed by disciples of the sect, she even hung its own mark around its neck.
But the fox refused to leave her, even when it was listless and dispirited on the icy peak, it wouldn't let a fox come down the mountain to play. Seeing how reluctant it was to part with her, Shen Wangshu couldn't help but feel a strange unease in her heart.
She didn't understand why her heart was always trembling, so she took the fox down the mountain to play.
She was a high-ranking cultivator, and usually aloof and indifferent. When she suddenly appeared in front of her fellow disciples holding a squeaking fox, it almost made countless cultivators' eyes pop out.
Almost all his fellow disciples knew that Daoist Lingxiao looked down on his peerless genius disciples, but preferred a fox that held its head high and acted arrogantly.
Shen Wangshu never cared about any rumors. He just took the fox around the sect every day and felt extremely happy when he heard it make a surprised cry.
One day, she flew over a sect's herb garden with her enthusiastic fox, but suddenly stopped and stopped, her spiritual light gone.
Below, two female disciples were arguing. One of them slapped the delicate girl opposite her to the ground and pointed at her triumphantly, cursing, "Stop trying to flatter yourself! Daoist Xiwu said he only treats you as a junior. Do you really think you're a heartthrob who has captivated Daoist Xiwu's heart?!" She spat on the face of the girl who was looking up and laughed.
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