Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 145 - 105: I, Black Gloves, the Mortar Among Foxes!
At the dining table, a group of classmates ate and chatted, reminiscing about the embarrassing moments from high school while also listening to Zhang Shan and Lu Yang discuss the bizarre cases they have handled, enjoying the conversation immensely.
Zhang Shan twisted open a large bottle of juice.
"I still have a task, so I won’t be drinking alcohol with everyone. Just some juice."
The bottle of juice was passed around the table, each person pouring themselves a cup.
After Yu Tingting poured hers, she passed the large juice bottle to the right, only to find Bai Mo’s Immortal Beast Fox there.
Huh?
Do Immortal Beasts drink juice?
To everyone’s surprise, the chubby fox paused for a moment, put down the chicken leg in its paw, and astonishingly went to get a napkin to wipe its oily paw before accepting the large juice bottle.
Everyone’s eyes widened in admiration, impressed that the Immortal Beast knew hygiene!
Black Gloves himself didn’t drink such juice... one glance and he could see the impurities within. A mere sniff and he could smell the industrial additives. Any juice from Fox Mountain would be better than this!
But foxes are very cunning, and it understands social etiquette.
It looked at its master beside it, grinned and helped pour a cup of juice for the master with a smile.
These are all the master’s friends; the master would probably have a drink with them.
Bai Mo smiled with his mouth stretched wide, patted his disciple’s head, accepted the juice bottle, and passed it to the next classmate.
Just then...
Bang!
The door of the restaurant private room was kicked open, revealing a tall and heavy figure, walking unsteadily with a tilted smile on his face.
He wore brand new shorts and a short-sleeve shirt, the same brand as Zhang Shan and the others’ casual attire, with a similar style. Bai Mo immediately understood that this was probably another Immortal Technique Committee member, a colleague of Zhang Shan.
He glanced around, looking at Zhang Shan, Lu Yang, and Yu Tingting, checking out Zhang Shan’s classmates, glanced at Bai Mo, then Black Gloves.
"Little Shan is here eating?
"Why don’t you introduce your friends to your senior brother?"
Little Shan?
The strange title and arrogant attitude instantly turned the atmosphere in the private room awkward.
Zhang Shan’s face showed embarrassment, forcing a smile as he stood up, "Everyone, this is senior brother Xue Yong, a colleague from the Immortal Technique Committee, a classmate from City Second Middle School, and a senior brother under the same Ancient Immortal Master.
"Currently, senior brother Xue Yong is rapidly progressing in advanced Blood Qi Cultivation, the only disciple still being trained by our master.
"I heard from the master that senior brother Xue Yong has a great hope of breaking through to Sequence Eight!"
Lu Yang also stood up with a smile, easing the awkward atmosphere.
"Haha, yes indeed, senior brother Xue Yong’s Sequence Nine is almost perfection. When he advances to Sequence Eight, he’ll be our leader."
Speaking of "Sequence" and "advancement", Lu Yang subtly gave Bai Mo a look, afraid Bai Mo might not understand the situation and start a fight with Xue Yong. After all, Xue Yong is on the Immortal Martial Path, Sequence Nine nearing perfection, with strong combat abilities! If a conflict arose, he worried Bai Mo would suffer.
Xue Yong sneered coldly.
"Yes, when I break through, I’ll be your leader.
"But right now I haven’t broken through; I’m still under your leadership.
"The one considered a waste by the Ancient Immortal Master is now the team leader.
"While the one favored by the Ancient Immortal Master can only be a team member.
"What a joke, hahaha."
Bai Mo sat at the table, roughly grasping the situation... This Xue Yong was esteemed in the dream realm by the Ancient Immortal, towering over Zhang Shan and the others. Yet in reality, his rank was inferior to theirs, causing him frustration. So he purposely came to tarnish Zhang Shan’s image?
Why are there such brainless, boring people? Mentally like a child, not even matching up to his fox disciple.
Xue Yong blocked the doorway, continued his sarcastic remarks.
Not planning to leave, he instead entered the private room, pushed Zhang Shan aside, and sat heavily in Zhang Shan’s seat.
"Little Shan, I say; if your cultivation doesn’t work, that’s one thing, but you don’t even know how to conduct yourself.
"When your senior brother encounters you at noon, you don’t even ask if I’ve eaten yet?
"You’re this naive, in society you won’t get anywhere."
He "wham" pushed Zhang Shan’s utensils aside, directly moving them in front of Lu Yang.
"Little Shan, what are you looking at?
"Get me a pair of utensils!"
No one spoke in the private room anymore.
The faces of all the classmates turned extremely unpleasant.
Zhang Shan’s face reddened with anger, increasingly furious, signaling to Lu Yang... should they risk disciplinary action and show Xue Yong a lesson?
Lu Yang’s face was dark too, shaking his head... no way, even the two of them with Yu Tingting couldn’t beat Xue Yong!
Furthermore, even if the problem in reality is resolved, what about in the dream realm?
Xue Yong receives favor from the Ancient Immortal, if they incited him, what would the Ancient Immortal do in the dream realm?
Lu Yang forced a smile, picked up a set of utensils from the side, and grabbed the menu.
"Senior brother Xue Yong, would you like to order more dishes?"
Xue Yong was unceremonious, picked up the menu and pointed to a few large dishes, "...if you’re willing to honor me, I won’t be polite!"
He looked at the one cup of juice per person on the table, then at his empty cup, and shouted.
"Yu Tingting, your junior sister isn’t very sensible, is she?
"Aren’t you going to pour your senior brother some water?
"Hey?"
While saying, his eyes suddenly caught Bai Mo and the Immortal Beast beside Bai Mo.
He recognized this Expert Bai Mo from the time at Fuqing Restaurant. He remembered this expert alongside a beautiful secretary, always so pretentious.
He pointed at the Immortal Beast.
"Oh dear!
"That was my oversight.
"Yu Tingting, you don’t need to pour water anymore.
"There’s an animal at the table, let this beast serve me by pouring water, hahaha."
Black Gloves raised his head, perked his ears, giving Xue Yong a glance, then scanned the awkward atmosphere in the private room.
Animal?
Was he referring to it?
Its face instantly turned grief-stricken, mouth gaping wide in grievance, looking to its master.
The master put down his chopsticks, already pulling out his phone...
Bai Mo sent a long-awaited message to Fang Xiaoyu.
[Help me report, the Immortal Beast was insulted and lost control]
[I can’t control it]
Then, with a cold expression, he spoke lightly.
"Don’t kill him." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
The next moment, the atmosphere in the private room changed again!
Xue Yong suddenly stood up. With a "crash," he knocked over the chair. His body surface surged with Blood Qi, turning his skin pink. He assumed a martial arts stance with his fists ready, his expression fierce!
Although his intelligence was not high and his emotional intelligence was very low, under the strenuous training of the Round Stone Ancient Immortal, his martial skills were definitely not low!
According to the teachings of the Ancient Immortal Master, his eyes locked onto the Fox Immortal Beast, his fist poised by his waist ready to strike...
But his gaze couldn’t lock onto the Immortal Beast... Black Gloves was too fast!
Swish!
A breeze blew by, and a flash of red arced past.
Black Gloves leapt into the air, and with its big tail, it took a shot!
Rustle!
Its tail cut through the wind, leaving afterimages!
Slap!
It struck Xue Yong’s face, causing snot, tears, and blood to spray all at once. His entire face got slapped into a pancake, and he lost his balance, his whole body flying backwards in an arc, crashing through the window behind with a "crash" and falling out with a "plop"!
The expressions on the faces of everyone in the private room remained stuck in anger towards Xue Yong, not having yet shifted to shock, when they suddenly saw Xue Yong fly backwards through the air and out the window.
"But... this is the third floor, are you sure he’s okay?"
"It’s fine, just the third floor, not considered as throwing objects from height.
"At most, it counts as throwing out some trash."
Swish!
The red figure flickered again, and it was Black Gloves chasing after him!
Everyone heard the sounds of "bang," "bang," "smack," "smack," "crack," as well as "ahh," "help" screams from outside, even from the third floor, the noise from the first floor was clear as day.
They all lamented, Immortal Beasts really can’t be messed with... also pretty vengeful.
Bai Mo sat quietly, showing no intention of trying to control the Immortal Beast. He merely used his Divine Sense to look downstairs and confirmed that Xue Yong wouldn’t die... As long as he wouldn’t die, there wouldn’t be much trouble, and Fang Xiaoyu could handle it.
During the scan with Divine Sense, to his surprise, he discovered that Xue Yong’s shoe soles were hollow. Inside the soles, there were strange chip structures and sensors, their purpose unknown.
"Could this chip be related to the true purpose of sending plainclothes officers to West State University?"
Bai Mo’s Divine Sense swept... Sure enough, Zhang Shan, Lu Yang, and Yu Tingting all had the same chip in their shoe soles. Unbeknownst to them.
...
The night at Fox Mountain was as always, with wild winds howling.
In the pitch-black dormitory hall, Bai Mo sat in front of the bed, a tablet on his lap, reading literature on fungi.
In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, fungi, in other words various mushrooms, were notably a major category of medicinal materials.
However, there weren’t many mushrooms on Fox Mountain, thus Bai Mo’s knowledge on the topic was limited, prompting a bit of a study session now. He found out that Ancient Immortals’ research on mushrooms was quite fascinating!
"...Hmm, mushrooms actually have strict familial relations?
"There are grandpa mushrooms, father mushrooms, son mushrooms, does that mean there are also ancestor mushrooms?"
Bai Mo found it amusing.
He flipped to the next page of the literature.
"Huh, really?
"Ancestor mushrooms, the progenitor of a certain type of mushroom, Ancestori-mushroom?"
In the dormitory hall, while the master researched, the apprentices were having a great time.
Hundreds of foxes gathered in a large circle around a copper pot in the center.
"Awooo!"
They stood on all fours.
"Eeee!"
Each of them had a chrysanthemum-scented melon atop their heads.
"Eeee!"
Their tails were raised, the tips wrapping around a small stone each.
This was the Tail Throwing Pot Contest of the foxes!
Foxes failing to throw into the pot would leave their melon behind and exit the circle.
Those succeeding in throwing into the pot would stay, sharing all the melons!
In the circle, Black Gloves stood on all fours, lifted its head, eyes slightly narrowed, aiming at the copper pot.
Its tail curled around a stone, gently gathered strength, slowly adjusting the angle.
It was very confident!
Black Gloves, self-proclaimed as the Howitzer among foxes! Unbelievably accurate!
Of course... this was a nickname it had just come up with, only known to itself.
But that’s okay, because after tonight, all the brothers would know!
All the brothers around the circle took turns throwing at the pot.
Swish...
Bang!
White Claw’s stone successfully hit the pot.
"Eeee!"
White Claw immediately jumped up and danced in celebration!
Swish...
Bang!
Big Head’s stone hit the edge of the pot, making it wobble, but failed to go in.
"Aww."
Big Head set down the melon, dimly left the stage.
This game required a bit of skill, some brothers were naturally adept, others not so much.
Black Gloves was full of confidence, believing it was the most talented of them all!
Finally, Black Ears beside it failed to throw into the pot.
It was now its turn!
