Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 105 - 84: Quanquan Hu Is Truly Impressive!_2
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The night has descended upon Fox Mountain.
Fierce winds swept through the mountain mist, their wailing sound entering the grand dormitory hall.
Bai Mo sat on the bed, surrounded by a pile of young fox disciples forming a fluffy small mountain, all gazing at a large cluster of white mist floating mid-air!
This mist, which blurs the line between reality and dream, now allowed the current world to be seen through it—showing the perspective of Black Ears.
Each fox cradled a cup of ice grape tea, sipping while intently watching the scene in mid-air. It was as if they were watching a movie.
Although the scene was dull, only showing a few laborers digging in a dark cave, they still watched with great interest.
Bai Mo glanced at the disciples beside him, frowning, considering whether it was time to buy a projector for Fox Mountain to enrich their leisure life.
Suddenly, someone in the scene spoke.
It was the laborers at the bottom of the pit, chatting as they worked with shovels.
"I keep feeling a bit creeped out, like someone is watching me.
"Is my Spiritual Sense triggering?
"Could we be digging up something dirty?"
Huang Mao, who was resting nearby, frowned and interrupted.
"Stop talking nonsense, just keep working."
The laborers pouted.
"It’s just eerie."
"I feel it too."
"It really seems like there’s something dirty watching us."
In the pit, Quanquan Hu, White Ears, and Black Ears stifled their laughter, their fox faces displaying wicked smiles.
More foxes in the Fox Mountain dormitory chuckled mischievously.
Suddenly, they saw the scene move!
Black Ears had sneakily run behind Huang Mao, peeking at his phone.
Huang Mao’s phone screen then appeared on the big screen in the Fox Mountain dormitory.
A group of fox disciples widened their eyes, their pupils shining brightly, very excited! They were so caught up they forgot to drink their grape ice tea, intensely watching the new scene unfold.
It was a chat interface, but the foxes couldn’t understand it. Because... foxes can’t read.
"Yip yip yip!"
"Yip yip yip!"
The group of foxes turned to their master, seeking help in translating.
Bai Mo glanced at the chat interface.
"It’s... a message from the Dark World’s manager to Huang Mao, telling him the Committee has uncovered a lot of bronze fragments, and they might be close to the treasure. Asking Huang Mao about his progress."
What?
A group of foxes exchanged looks.
Someone’s close to the treasure?
Close to Fox Mountain’s Alchemy Furnace?
That can’t happen!
Their reddish-brown eyes turned to their master.
Bai Mo remained calm.
"Don’t worry, our Fox Mountain’s relic treasure-hunting expert, Quanquan Hu, has already checked it out.
"Over there, they won’t find any treasures."
In truth, Bai Mo also harbored some doubts.
Quanquan Hu and the others had dug deep enough, yet all they found were earth and stones? Not a single bronze fragment in sight. Could it be Quanquan Hu was indeed mistaken?
He casually petted the head of a fox disciple next to him, rubbing its chubby neck, already contemplating how to comfort Quanquan Hu if it were wrong, how to encourage it not to be disappointed or to give up, and how to help it maintain confidence.
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In the deep pit.
Huang Mao read the message on his phone, frowning.
A bag of earth was again dug out from their pit, tied with a talisman by the comrades, floating up to the cave mouth like a hot air balloon.
"Brothers, as we’ve been digging here, have we found anything besides earth, like bronze pieces?"
The words brought silence.
"No."
"Nothing but earth and stones with all this digging."
Nearby, Quanquan Hu, White Ears, and Black Ears couldn’t help but feel dubious.
After digging for so long, not a single trace of a find.
Could they really have been digging in the wrong place?
Quanquan Hu reflected on the details seen at the site last night, trying to recapture the feeling, to grasp the intuition... only to find that self-doubt made intuition slip away, like a swift fish escaping its mind.
It raised its paw to cover its fluffy head, frowning.
Suddenly, it felt something soft press against it.
It was Black Ears and White Ears, leaning on its shoulders from either side.
At this moment...
Clang!
The laborers’ shovels struck the earth, producing a crisp sound.
A metallic clang resonated throughout the entire cave!
Huang Mao beamed with joy!
The fox widened its eyes!
It saw Huang Mao and his group immediately pull out their phones, turn on the flashlights, and start to scoop at the soil.
"Quick, see what it is."
"We’ve hit upon something good."
The crowd scrambled to unearth a bronze vessel, square-shaped, wide-mouthed, with inscriptions of birds and beasts.
Quanquan Hu’s eyes narrowed instantly, shining with a confident light!
Intuition was back again!
It grinned, craned its neck, to look at the just unearthed bronze vessel.
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In the dormitory at Fox Mountain, Bai Mo revealed a smile.
Quanquan Hu really has some skills!
The other fox brothers also called out joyfully, even holding grape iced tea, jumping off the bed and "ow, ow, ow" danced in circles.
Quanquan Hu indeed found the right spot!
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In the pit, Huang Mao and his group of brothers toyed with the bronze vessel, unable to part with it.
"Seems like it’s not an Immortal Artifact."
"But definitely a relic from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty!"
"Holy crap, if it weren’t for that blasted non-trading system restricting us, preventing normal trade and consumption... we brothers would sell this vessel as an antique and live a carefree life."
Huang Mao held the vessel with both hands.
"Alright, let’s keep digging, brothers.
"This vessel isn’t an Immortal Artifact, it’s not worth much.
"I’ll offer it to the Ancient Immortal Master, to please him."
His eyes squinted slightly, entering a semi-conscious state. White fog steamed from his palms, blurring the boundary between reality and dreams, swallowing the vessel inside.
Nearby, a group of juniors looked on enviously; they wanted to please the Ancient Immortal too!
Next to them, Quanquan Hu and the other three had strange expressions.
They understood the notion of offering it to the Ancient Immortal Master... but wasn’t that vessel a chamber pot?
Why would this person offer a used, old chamber pot to the Ancient Immortal Master?
Quanquan Hu looked at Huang Mao, as if looking at a mutt.
But upon seeing the chamber pot, a realization struck, intuition was back again!
He seemed to deduce the more specific location of the Alchemy Furnace!
Not right below!
It’s... below and east?
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In the park, the midday sun blazed fiercely.
Amidst the formation of cars, the Little Secretary was reporting to Tie Shiba, but his voice was very small, and his tone was weary.
"...The entire relic isn’t as large as imagined.
"All the collapsed walls, all the bronze, stone slabs, have already been excavated.
"The excavators keep digging down and will only find clean soil..."
Tie Shiba stood upright, his hands behind his back, his face growing darker.
"So... The Immortal Artifact?
"What of that artifact that emanates waves and boiled the water in a few streets?"
The Little Secretary lowered his head, silent.
Tie Shiba frowned deeply.
Actually, all nearby water pipelines had been checked. But there was nothing.
From what’s currently known, the Immortal Artifact is definitely underground!
If not in this park relic, then where could it be?
Could it be that the entire West State City has to be turned upside down to find it? That’s unrealistic!
After careful consideration, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Chairman, I want to use the Divination Path criminal."
The voice of Wu Jianxian came from the other end.
"Are things not going well on your side?
"Want to use the criminal... it’s doable.
"But have you thought it through?
"The Divination Path criminal is the only one there is, and can only be used once. Are you sure you want to use it up?"
Tie Shiba didn’t hesitate.
"To me, nothing is more important than the Artifact Refining Furnace."
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The entire park construction site was now completely shut down.
Excavators drove out of the huge pit and lined up along the edge.
Dozens of members of the Immortal Technique Committee were whispering to each other by the car formation.
Among the cars, dozens of Tie Shiba’s personal guards had appeared.
Tie Shiba stood at the center of the car formation, watching a black dot in the sky grow larger and larger... it turned out to be a helicopter, descending onto the nearby open space with loud wind noise.
