The battle in the sky was fierce. It was clear that the Demon Suppression Hall had formed a magic array, forcing the young master in brocade robes to retreat repeatedly. In the end, he revealed his true form as a demon, which turned out to be a four-tailed silver fox.
Legend has it that in ancient times, the fox clan flourished. After cultivating their skills, the number of tails of a spirit fox would increase with its cultivation level, with the highest being nine tails, and it would be called a celestial fox.
Long ago, a nine-tailed celestial fox appeared among the Red Fox clan. This celestial fox, after transforming into human form, was an unparalleled beauty. During the war between gods and demons, she sided with the demons, using her powerful spiritual energy to inflict heavy casualties on the gods. However, in a later crucial battle, she betrayed them, leading to a reversal of the war's outcome. The Demon King was killed, and the High God Hua Jun led the gods to drive the remaining demons into the depths of the Netherworld.
Afterwards, the Nine-Tailed Fox disappeared, and the God Hua Jun resigned from his divine position and went into seclusion on Mount Jiuhua. After the war, gods, immortals, demons, and monsters were all very wary of the fox clan and constantly suppressed them. The once dominant fox clan quickly declined, and the spirit fox became a demon fox that everyone hated.
Since then, no fox clan member has ever been heard of cultivating to nine tails. In the present world, the appearance of a four-tailed fox is already considered an extraordinary demon.
At that moment, the legend came to mind for all three of them.
"No wonder, no wonder, it's actually a four-tailed fox demon from the Silver Fox Clan!" The stall owner next to him exclaimed.
The battle in the air grew increasingly fierce, with various spells and magical artifacts clashing and bursting into dazzling bursts of light and shadow, like fireworks.
"Don't stop!"
A voice boomed through the air, so loud it made people's eardrums ache. At the same time, a purple light screen rose up, protecting the Deer Horn Workshop, which was on the verge of becoming ruins.
"You actually gave me such a big surprise while I was away! Demon Suppression Hall, demon race, you are so powerful!" A fat old man appeared in the air and said through gritted teeth.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, I'll borrow your place for now. The Demon Suppression Hall will compensate you once the matter is settled."
The leader of the Demon Suppression Hall spoke, his words still relatively polite.
But the young man in brocade robes had a different tone: "I was ambushed in your territory, old man Yuan, are you going to do anything about it?"
Old Yuan's expression was uncertain. If he encountered this elsewhere, he would have stayed as far away as possible, but this was at his own doorstep, so he had no choice but to step forward.
“If someone were to kill and rob within my Deer Horn Pavilion, I certainly wouldn’t tolerate it, but both of you have your own reasons.” The old man looked at the woman in pink and the little silver foxes and guessed the general story.
“How about this, Four-Tailed Fox, I’ll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to leave this place. Only then can the people from the Demon Suppression Hall pursue you.” He looked at the leader of the Demon Suppression Hall and said, “This way, I can let bygones be bygones against you for the damage you caused to Deer Horn Workshop.”
"No." The young man in brocade robes didn't speak, but the leader of the Demon Suppression Hall refused outright.
The old man looked at him, narrowed his eyes, and felt a surge of anger. He casually reached to the side and a transparent sphere appeared in his hand. He said in a somewhat sinister tone, "Are you sure it won't work?"
The leader was shocked when he saw the sphere. He whispered something to the people behind him, and finally nodded with a grim expression, agreeing to the fat old man's suggestion.
Without a word, the young man in brocade robes led the woman in pink and the little foxes away. An incense stick later, the men in black gave chase.
Once both sides were out of sight, the fat old man laughed and said, "This matter is settled. Our Deer Horn Shop will prepare gifts to calm your nerves. Please rest assured that we provide protection for transactions at our Deer Horn Shop. The gifts will be distributed by the guide later."
Hearing this, A Jiang and the others felt relieved and stepped out of their hiding place. When they looked at Deer Horn Workshop again, it was no longer as eerie and terrifying as before. Most of it had been destroyed, and bricks, wood, and tiles were still falling off.
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