Chapter 8 Days of Happiness
The days that followed were happier than any I had ever known.
I trained with Senior Brother and Senior Sister.
When my pill furnace exploded, Senior Sister clapped.
“Perfect explosion! I’ve been wanting a new furnace anyway.”
When I drew a talisman wrong, Senior Brother marveled.
“Only our little Junior Sister could turn a mistake into art.”
With their explosive encouragement, in just ten years I formed my golden core.
The day I broke through, Senior Brother and Senior Sister took me up the mountain to hunt wild rabbits.
While chasing one, I got separated from them.
In the vast snowfield, a male voice sounded behind me.
“Young lady.”
I turned and froze.
A white fox stood on its hind legs, speaking human words.
“Miss, do I look human to you?”
I stayed silent a moment, drew my sword, and charged.
Perfect. I could make a fox-fur scarf for Master.
The white fox panicked, flopped onto its back, paws in the air.
I narrowed my eyes. “Any last words?”
The white fox wailed. “Don’t kill me! I’m the young lord of the snow mountain fox clan!”
“If you kill me, my parents will come after you.”
I didn’t believe it.
The snow mountain fox clan ruled the northern demon cultivators.
Their young lord couldn’t possibly be this weak little fox.
Just then, the sword spirit spoke up.
“Master, he’s telling the truth.”
“He really is the young lord of the snow mountain fox clan. Just a late bloomer—three hundred years and still hasn’t taken human form.”
“His parents are beside themselves over it.”
The little fox drooped his ears, looking dejected. “There’s a human legend that foxes can ‘beg for a seal.’”
“If a human says I look human, I can take human shape.”
Not only did it fail—he nearly lost his life.
After a pause, I reached out my hand.
“If you trust me, I can try to help.”
Back in Wentian Sect, I had managed the spiritual beast garden.
Raising silkworms and beasts had given me some experience.
The little fox blinked.
“Really?”
I didn’t waste words. I scooped him up.
His ears turned red, and he squirmed wildly in my arms.
The sword spirit praised me. “That’s my master—quick and straightforward!”