Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 58 - 57: Master Treats the Dirt with Medicine
The ruins in the mountains are buried under the soil, covered with disordered stones, and tangled tree roots have grown.
Bai Mo sat on the slide bar, expressionless, as thoughts quickly flashed through his mind. Inspirations sparkled like meteors, pondering over the best solution.
Dozens of fox disciples gathered around Bai Mo, rubbing their heads against their master’s legs, shoulders, or jumping into his arms to nuzzle his chest.
The cold wind blew, the dry grass bent, and time passed little by little.
The dozens of fox disciples glanced at their still-thinking master and slowly began to feel uneasy.
They murmured in fox language, whispering to each other... This matter seems truly challenging!
The area of the ruins buried under the soil is immense. As far as the eye can see, it’s all buried.
Can explosives be used to blast it open?
No.
The copper plates and stone slabs in the soil would be shattered.
Can it be washed away with a large amount of water?
No.
On Fox Mountain, there are only two springs, and that amount of water is not sufficient.
Can the brothers and sisters come to dig?
Too slow.
Such a small piece of land, might take three to five years to excavate.
Excavating ruins for immortal cultivation is indeed difficult, with troubles everywhere.
...
The distant mountains overlap, shadows weigh heavily, and time passed little by little.
Dozens of fox disciples glanced at their still-thinking master and grew increasingly anxious.
They sprawled out on the ground, each leaning against their master, with ears drooping, brows lowered, and their large tails touching the ground.
If excavation cannot continue, there will be no ancient documents.
If there are no ancient documents, the master’s cultivation will stagnate.
If the master’s cultivation stagnates, Fox Mountain won’t develop.
If Fox Mountain doesn’t develop, it can’t cope with future dangers.
Thinking of this, the fox disciples frowned, their expressions growing more fearful, with anxiety flickering in their eyes.
...
The sky was gloomy, the clouds like lead blocks, and time passed little by little.
Dozens of fox disciples glanced at their still-thinking master and at the distant ruins buried in the soil.
After a round of whispering in fox language, they stood up, wagging their tails, and walked forward!
The ruins concern the master’s cultivation, the safety of the brothers and sisters, and the future of Fox Mountain; excavation is a must! Since there’s no better method, they can only use their paws!
They looked at the yellow earth under their feet, put their four paws on the ground, digging with their front paws, scraping with their hind paws!
For a while, the sound of "swish swish swish" skittered through the air as the earth was unearthed.
Though not very effective, they managed to turn the dirt into a muddy mess.
Right at this moment!
They heard their master’s voice from behind. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"I’ve found a way!"
...
On Fox Mountain’s plaza, dozens of types of herbs were piled into small mountains.
Each fox disciple lined up, carrying the main materials from the warehouse.
This time, the main material is called "Great Wind Grass Seedpod," which had been lying at the bottom of the warehouse for two years with little use. It’s easy to grow and yields quite high, similar to weeds that can proliferate just by scattering some seeds on the ground.
White Ears carefully carried a sack of Great Wind Grass Seedpods within the carrying team. This stuff must be handled gently, because it’s hollow and inflated; if dropped, it bursts out large gusts of wind!
Bai Mo sat on the fishing recliner, reciting in his mind the new recipe he devised, modifying a few crafting steps, ensuring no mistakes would occur.
"Okay, let’s begin!"
The vast plaza started bustling.
Some fox disciples processed the herbs: peeling, pinching, relaxing, pounding...
Some fox disciples prepared utensils: tripod furnace, bucket, bottle, large bowl...
Some fox disciples prepared firewood: plush grass, wood, kerosene, charcoal...
Under the master’s command, the entire plaza ran orderly.
"Ignite the fire."
The two tripod furnaces simultaneously boiled and burned.
"Add water first."
The fox disciples, carrying buckets, poured water into the tripod furnaces in a splash.
"Add Great Wind Grass Seedpod to the first tripod furnace, carefully, gently.
"In the second tripod furnace, boil the water first, then add Fireline Grass..."
Different herbs started entering the tripod furnaces one by one. Under Bai Mo’s guidance, using different stirrings, gradually cooked into different colors, bubbles emerging.
...
The wind in the mountains came and went, dusk approached Fox Mountain, and daylight dimmed.
Under the two tripod furnaces, only embers remained.
Inside the two tripod furnaces, one contained red medicinal soup, the other blue medicinal soup, just finished brewing, bubbling with hot air.
Bai Mo directed the disciples to take a small bottle from each tripod furnace, leading them grandly toward the ruins buried in the soil.
"Let’s go, give it a try!"
...
One slide bar, a group of foxes, grandly arrived at the destination.
The slide bar stopped, and the fox disciples formed a circle, waiting to see the results.
Several fox disciples, under their master’s instruction, used a bronze spear to thrust down hard into the earth, creating a small hole almost two meters deep.
Then, tasked White Finger to operate.
With a small spoon dipping a drop of red medicinal soup, it dropped into the hole.
With a small spoon dipping a drop of blue medicinal soup, it dropped into the hole.
The two drops of medicinal soup met inside the hole, instantly reacted, and burst out with a gust of wind! In the narrow space, the enormous wind expanded around, squeezing the surrounding soil...
This was akin to an explosion, but without fire, just wind. Without heat, only collision!
Bang!
A muffled sound!
The ground within ten meters radius cracked open lines of fissures, radiating from the center, either thick or thin, all spewing wind and dust!
The fox disciples shivered in fright.
But their eyes widened, watching the patch of earth.
Originally compacted into a solid piece, the earth shattered!
Excavation now would be a thousand times easier!
Bai Mo smiled beside them, "Rest assured, I’ve designed it beforehand; this type of wind burst is far gentler than explosive blasts, it won’t shatter the copper plates and stone slabs in the soil."
The fox disciples exchanged glances, instantly cheering up!
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
"Howl howl howl!"
They began to circle around their master dancing, smiling with narrowed eyes, shaking their heads and wagging their tails.
The master successfully applied the potion to the soil!
Excavation of the ruins can continue!
...
The night on Fox Mountain has descended, and the disciples returned to the dormitory to sleep.
Bai Mo returned to reality, lay down on the bed, meditated and centered himself.
He suddenly thought.
"The ruins on Fox Mountain are buried by the earth... what about others’ Immortal Realm?
"Their ruins must be buried as well, right? If they want to excavate ruins, how can they solve this?"
Bai Mo took out his phone, opened the Immortal Discussion Forum, and searched.
In no time, he found many related posts, some from three years ago, some from two years, one year ago, and some just posted recently.
[Damn it, now I have to dig archaeological ruins in my dreams again]
The post’s picture is a young guy lying on the bed, hugging a Luoyang Shovel.
