Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 39: If You Can Do It, Step Up; If Not, Stop Complaining
"Assembling the sofa right here in the living room?"
The worker looked at the living room, then at Bai Mo.
"Bro, to be honest, your living room is too small. If I assemble the sofa here for you, it might fill up the entire living room, and you’ll have no place to stand!
"Why don’t you think about it again?"
Bai Mo shook his head.
"I’ve thought about it. Just go ahead and assemble the sofa."
The workers were silent for a moment and then stopped saying anything further. They tore off the plastic bags and protective films and began to assemble the sofa. After Bai Mo signed the receipt, he looked at the huge sofa taking up the whole living room, with a strange expression, and then left.
Only Bai Mo was left, who grinned and threw himself onto the brand new large leather sofa!
"Comfortable."
White sofa, genuine leather material, simple design, comfortable and stylish.
Cost two thousand bucks, purchased with the subsidy that just arrived.
With a thought, Bai Mo’s feet enveloped in a white mist blurring the lines between reality and dream, engulfing him and the new sofa, sending them both to Fox Mountain.
...
The white mist dispersed.
Bai Mo, with his newly purchased large leather sofa, arrived at the grand hall of Fox Mountain.
Amidst cheerful "yipping" sounds were a dozen of his fox disciples, already waiting, circling their master in dance, swaying and wagging tails, celebrating their master’s arrival once again.
Bai Mo waited for them to finish dancing, then laughed as he stroked their heads.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, a cold, eerie wind blew in from the grand hall’s doorway and out through the broken roof, causing piles of herbs to shake and making various vessels hum.
Bai Mo tightened his jacket, while the fox disciples, used to the chilly weather, simply relied on their fox fur for warmth.
Fox Mountain has always been like this... the grand hall’s door decayed who knows how many years ago, and the roof half-collapsed many years back.
Bai Mo looked at his usual seat, the Bronze Chair... a majestic chair, over two meters wide, engraved with inscriptions of birds and beasts, square and solid. Certainly not an ordinary piece, even in the Ancient Immortal era.
But today, Bai Mo could finally announce... its retirement.
"Go, move that Bronze Chair to the corner.
"Move our newly purchased large leather sofa behind the table."
The fox disciples received the order, immediately ran over, and with some effort, moved the Bronze Chair to the corner, then placed their master’s new large leather sofa behind the table.
Bai Mo sat on the sofa, relaxing his body, sinking his back into the soft, warm cushions.
A smile appeared on his face.
"Just perfect!"
Although the previous Bronze Chair was evidently more valuable, more prestigious than this sofa, even considered a priceless antique... it wasn’t as comfortable as this sofa.
...
A few days passed swiftly, and the Hand Buddha Melon at Fox Mountain was growing normally, thriving.
Zhang Shan and others were still investigating, but hadn’t found that mysterious Talisman Master.
At noon, Bai Mo received his just ordered BBQ delivery, unpacked it on the dining table, skewered meat while taking out his phone. He browsed the internal forum of the Immortal Technique Committee, looked at the expert advisers’ group, seeing Master Chong and others chatting. He glanced at the humorous anecdotes shared by Fang Xiaoyu. Suddenly remembered, he hadn’t browsed the "Immortal-Related Personnel Official Forum" for a long time.
"Let’s check out that forum."
Bai Mo clicked to open the app, seeing posts, all freshly posted a few minutes ago, still piping hot. This was the largest Immortal-related forum, with no need for verification to register freely. Anyone interested or not in Immortality could join and chat, open to the entire society.
The top pinned post made Bai Mo’s expression strange.
[The first batch of Blood Transformation Powder has been successfully crafted, now in large-scale use]
Blood Transformation Powder?
It felt like something from a long time ago.
Bai Mo casually clicked in, and it turned out to be posted by the official account of the Immortal Technique Committee, describing the crafting process of the Blood Transformation Powder, along with several successful cases of controlling Ancient Immortal Blood Qi.
Bai Mo didn’t look closely, quickly scrolling through. Just about to exit, he noticed the lively comments at the end of the post.
[If the mysterious master’s original Blood Transformation Powder is a perfect score of 10, how would you rate the Immortal Technique Committee’s imitation version?]
Several responses followed below.
[9 points I guess, since the functions are the same, the original gets 10 points, the imitation 9 points]
[I concur, 9 points]
[Respect for originality, I can only give the imitation 6 points]
This?
Bai Mo hesitated slightly. Looking at the photo of the Blood Transformation Powder posted by the Immortal Technique Committee, viewing the color and texture... one could only say that it might have a transformative effect. But objectively speaking, if scored, the result might appear somewhat discourteous...
Bai Mo continued scrolling, finding a comment from an outspoken user, emotionally charged.
[Score my ass! Not even one point, just a load of crap!]
[The mysterious master’s original is a green medicinal gas, but what Zhang Ye cooked up is damn yellow medicinal soup]
[For those unaware, one might think it’s some bladder trouble rather than Blood Transformation Powder]
Zhang Ye, known as Professor Zhang, was the chief Pill Master of the Immortal Technique Committee, holding high prestige.
This outspoken user, with blunt and foul language, invoking a sense that their mental state might not be quite right?
Bai Mo kept scrolling, indeed seeing a flame war sparked by them, attracting numerous replies.
[Who do you think you are? Have you seen the original Blood Transformation Powder?]
[Like you know, acting like some big understanding?]
[Who are you to dare talk about Professor Zhang?]
The outspoken user, nicknamed [Playful Crocodile 88], fiercely fought back with all sorts of replies.
[I haven’t seen the original Blood Transformation Powder, but I damn well know!]
[The original Blood Transformation Powder isn’t even medicinal soup. It’s medicinal gas! Dispersed medicinal gas!] 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
[Zhang Ye can’t even purify medicinal soup, how dare he compare it to medicinal gas?]
[The master who crafted the original Blood Transformation Powder is my idol! All you pigs comparing Zhang Ye to my idol is insulting me, insulting my idol!]
Bai Mo swiped his phone, quirking his mouth.
Out of nowhere appeared a fervent fan... a crazy overzealous fan...
Continuing to scroll, seeing others attack the user [Playful Crocodile 88] from another angle.
[If you’re so good, why don’t you do it yourself, or shut up!]
[Anyone can talk big; I despise keyboard warriors like you the most]
[Does every Tom, Dick, and Harry dare question Professor Zhang now?]
But [Playful Crocodile 88] remained unyielding, quite assertive, directly posting a video in reply.
Bai Mo opened the video, seeing a dark hand holding a glass bottle of green medicinal liquid, gently shaking it.
"Huh?"
Bai Mo frowned, taking a closer look.
The video quality wasn’t high, colors somewhat distorted, making it hard to see clearly.
But just looking at the unique color... it indeed resembled Blood Transformation Powder! And the crafting level seemed decent, certainly better than Professor Zhang’s efforts.
