Daoyan Zhenjun had been restless since last night after receiving the communication talisman from Tianyou Zhenren. Daoyan Zhenjun always felt that good news came too easily. He had just remembered Hu Sanniang of the Fox Clan last night, and today he received news about Hu Sanniang.
True Man Tianyou, the grand-disciple of True Monarch Daoyan, had always been an ordinary person. With only twenty or thirty years left to live, he had only reached the early stages of his Golden Elixir cultivation. True Monarch Daoyan had never expected True Man Tianyou to have such good fortune in his old age. While relaxing in the secret realm, he encountered Hu Sanniang, who had been missing for centuries.
Taoist Master Daoyan is waiting for Hu Sanniang's inner elixir. With Hu Sanniang's inner elixir, he, Taoist Master Daoyan, should have the source of the spiritual energy he needs for his advancement.
The star compass in the forbidden area had been in use for two hundred years, and it had already used up most of the demon elixirs that Dao Yan Zhenjun and his companions had accumulated. Seeing the spiritual energy in the secret realm gradually thinning, Dao Yan Zhenjun was worried to the point of his hair turning white.
Ever since their ancestor, Jiuwei, followed Nuwa to the divine realm, the Qingqiu foxes have followed their ancestors' teachings and have remained unaware of the affairs of the outside world. They have never offended a single cultivator, let alone a single goblin. The entire fox clan thrives and thrives in the Qingqiu Mountains.
The fox tribe lives in harmony with the world, and their relationship with the cultivators is based on cooperation, not hatred. With the Nine-Tailed Fox's prestige and prestige, ordinary demons dare not easily provoke the fox tribe, and the fox tribe lives a peaceful and happy life.
Hu Sanniang, the third daughter of the Fox King, had been mischievous since childhood, restless and unable to stay still. As a child, she was both irritated and beloved by the foxes of Qingqiu Mountain. At the age of 150, Hu Sanniang was able to transform into a human form. Qingqiu Mountain could no longer contain her; whenever she found a chance, she would flee to the mortal world.
In the mortal world, Hu Sanniang met gentle and elegant scholars, embroiderers who lived a hard life, wealthy high-ranking officials, and peddlers who struggled every day for three meals a day.
At the beginning, Hu Sanniang didn't understand why the scholar had to hold a book and read non-stop every day, reading "Books contain golden houses, books contain beautiful women" every day. Hu Sanniang also didn't understand why the embroiderer embroidered all day long, and the flowers and birds on the embroidered screens were lifelike, and could be sold for hundreds of taels of silver in the shop, but the embroiderer could only get a hundred copper coins to barely fill her stomach.
Hu Sanniang couldn't control her curiosity. She wanted to see and ask about everything she saw. After a while, she learned the embroidery skills from the embroiderer and figured out why the embroiderer had no money while the merchants who sold her embroidery products made a lot of money.
With the help of Hu Sanniang, the scholar finally passed the imperial examination and became the top scholar. However, the top scholar married the emperor's daughter and became a royal consort, having long forgotten his promise to marry Hu Sanniang.
Hu Sanniang didn't care. She finally understood the scholar's idea of a golden house and beautiful wife. As for becoming his wife? How could that be possible? She might be a fox, but she was a fox of style. She was a demon cultivator, with a long life and a bright future ahead of her. How could she possibly spend her life with a mortal scholar with only a few decades to live?
In the whirlwind of life, Hu Sanniang saw and learned a great deal. Every time she understood a question in life, her realm became more solid. In less than three hundred years, Hu Sanniang had become a great demon.
The Fox King couldn't control his daughter, and seeing that she didn't delay her cultivation in the mortal world, he had no choice but to let Hu Sanniang hang around outside.
Hu Sanniang followed the Fox King's teachings and never harmed a single mortal in the mortal world, nor did she recklessly use her magic. Every once in a while, perhaps ten or eight years, or even ten or twenty years, whenever Hu Sanniang missed home, she would return to Qingqiu to visit the Fox King and her brothers and sisters.
That day, as soon as Hu Sanniang set foot on Qingqiu, she was greeted by the overwhelming scent of blood and the sight of fox corpses scattered across the mountains. Blood had stained the lush green grass of Qingqiu Mountain red, transforming the once peaceful and tranquil Qingqiu into a living hell.
Not only that, the inner elixir was missing from the corpses of all foxes above the great demon level.
The Qingqiu Fox Clan is an ancient divine race, and their magical powers are beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators. Even after death, as long as the Fox Pill remains, their soul will not disappear.
After Hu Sanniang was captured by Tianyou Zhenren and taken into the secret realm, the stars in the night sky twinkled and emitted bright light. This was the Qingqiu fox clan using the remaining soul power in the fox pill to communicate with Hu Sanniang.
Hu Sanniang's teeth were nearly broken. She knew that hanging on the seemingly beautiful night sky were not only the stars, but also the lives of her relatives.
Two hundred years had passed before Hu Sanniang heard those familiar voices again, and she couldn't contain her grief. In one night, she went from being the Third Princess, respected and beloved by all the foxes, to being left alone. Hu Sanniang felt the pain she felt, nowhere to vent. For countless days and nights, Hu Sanniang wondered if she could have been there in Qingqiu that day, dying alongside her parents and siblings. It would have been better than bearing the blood and hatred of her entire clan.
The Qingqiu fox clan was quite powerful, boasting over thirty individuals at the level of Demon Emperor or above, seventy to eighty at the level of Heavenly Demon, and even more at the level of Great Demon, numbering at least one hundred and fifty, if not two hundred. The strength of such a clan was undeniable; even if all the cultivators of the Yushan Sect were mobilized, they would be no match for the foxes.
Hu Sanniang had a suspicion she dared not voice: she suspected the cultivators had joined forces to annihilate the fox clan. Otherwise, with the fox clan's immense power, no cultivator from any other sect or demonic group could rival it. Even more surprising to Hu Sanniang was the disappearance of several other demonic species since the fox clan's genocide.
The fox clan and the monks had always kept their distance from each other, so the price of destroying the fox clan would surely be high. Hu Sanniang racked her brains but couldn't figure out the reason.
After entering the secret realm, Hu Sanniang discovered that the fox cores of her deceased brothers and sisters were all in this secret realm, and were regarded by the monks as the source of spiritual energy in this world.
The spirit foxes' souls told Hu Sanniang that the true culprits behind the genocide of their Qingqiu clan were the cultivators in the secret realm. Yes, to be more precise, it was the cultivator alliance in the secret realm.
For centuries, Hu Sanniang's people endured suffering, awaiting her arrival. The spiritual energy within the secret realm isn't purely natural; some is manufactured. This energy is drawn from numerous demonic cores. Not just from the fox tribe, but also from the black bear, peacock, and jade rabbit tribes... Using secret techniques, cultivators extract the demonic energy from these cores, transforming it into spiritual energy for the cultivators' use.
It is precisely because of the support of these demon clan inner elixirs that the spiritual energy in the secret realm has not decreased at all over the years.
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