Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 123 - 93: White Claw, Abandoning the Sword!

Chapter 123: Chapter 93: White Claw, Abandoning the Sword!

The Fire Lotus, with its originally shabby petals, unexpectedly burned with elegant flames, making the petals look much larger at first glance!

"Ying?"

The two foxes marveled, then showed signs of delight, celebrating with a few "ying ying ying" before running to the next simulated Dantian.

...

Two hundred simulated Dantians, two hundred flames, all fed to the Fire Lotus.

The remaining dozens of reserve simulated Dantians were unused and extinguished.

After a busy spell, when all the work was completed, the twilight of Fox Mountain had deepened, and the majority of brethren had returned to the dorm dark hall.

White Ears and Black Shoes hurriedly ran up the mountain, "swish swish swish" to the dorm dark hall.

White Ears followed behind, holding a pot of Fire Lotus.

Black Shoes was in front, using his body to shield the Fire Lotus from the wind.

Because, at this moment, the Fire Lotus was truly a pot of fire! Each petal flowed with flames, swaying with gentle curves, radiating surging heat. Since it looked like flames... the two foxes were afraid the mountain breeze would extinguish it, so they shielded it with their bodies, one in front, one in back.

The two foxes rushed up the mountain and into the dorm dark hall in a hurry.

They saw, in the dark hall, a group of brethren guarding by the door, a myriad of red-brown eyes in the darkness, like stars.

Black Shoes "ying ying ying" twice, immediately jumping aside to reveal the Fire Lotus behind him!

The burning flower emitted light in the darkness.

The fox disciples immediately began to celebrate, each one bouncing, making joyful sounds.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Aow aow aow!"

...

The night deepened, the mountain wind howled.

The fox disciples gathered in large circles in the dorm dark hall, each playing their own games.

Bai Mo sat by the bed, looking at the Fire Lotus, his Divine Sense swept over it, checking its medicinal properties, comparing them with records in the literature, confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.

He also felt a sense of relief.

Successfully growing a two-hundred-year-old Fire Lotus, it was a success!

Fox Mountain did not have hundreds of years of heritage and foundation, and he did not kill two hundred slaves, yet the Fire Lotus was still successfully refined.

"Very good."

In the darkness, the light from the Fire Lotus illuminated Bai Mo’s face.

Bai Mo’s Divine Sense continued to soak into every part of the Fire Lotus, exploring this plant more meticulously.

"...In truth, the version I cultivated seems to have something more than the version grown with slaves."

While researching, he noticed that there were far fewer fox disciples in front of the stone wall engraved with Wu Qingyun’s Swordsmanship. Only a dozen remained, squatting there, either staring blankly at the wall’s patterns or mimicking movements, trying to practice.

The one practicing most diligently was indeed White Claw!

He held a Bronze Sword horizontally, twisting his little chubby waist, matching the actions in the murals, correcting bit by bit, looking very serious.

"By tomorrow, the cafeteria will distribute chestnuts again.

"Is this guy trying to avenge past shame?"

...

The night quickly passed.

Beside Fox Mountain Square, in the operation room, hundreds of foxes were bustling, making preparations for the "Warming Fire Soup."

Some foxes were cutting off grass roots, some peeling certain fruits, and others were engaged in relatively dangerous tasks...

"Make sure to wear your aprons!

"The juice from these Black Water Pineapples is corrosive.

"Wear your aprons, wear your rubber gloves, and work carefully!"

Bai Mo came to inspect.

He saw a row of a dozen fox disciples picking thorns from the Black Water Pineapples.

They wore aprons, rubber gloves, one paw pressing the pineapple, the other holding a Bronze Short Knife, "puchi" "puchi" stabbing into the pineapple, extracting one thorn at a time.

Seeing the master coming to inspect, they all looked up, showing smiles.

Then they bowed their heads again, continuing their work.

This time, the process of handling medicinal materials was abundant. After removing the thorns from the Black Water Pineapples, they still needed to be sliced and left to dry on the rooftop. Time was tight, the tasks heavy, they had to work quickly!

White Claw was also handling a pineapple.

Puchi!

His short knife pierced into the pineapple, and with a slight shake of his wrist, he precisely extracted a thorn.

As he extracted, he couldn’t help but frown, occasionally tilting his head to look at other brethren.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion... He felt his movements in removing the pineapple thorns were faster, better, more ingenious, more precise.

Big Head’s dug-out holes were always too large, wasting a lot of the pineapple flesh.

Quanquan Hu’s short knife was not stable enough, trembling when stabbing, squeezing out the pineapple juice.

White Gloves’ short knife is too rushed, sometimes one cut can’t dig out the pineapple thorns, and it needs a second cut...

It furrowed its brows, probably certain that its swordsmanship cultivation was working! Its control over weapons was indeed a bit stronger than its fellow disciples.

But why did it lose so miserably last time?

It furrowed its brows, its eyes darting around, suddenly realizing... It must be because it didn’t perform well!

It lowered its head, quietly revealing a smile.

The cafeteria will distribute Golden Chestnuts again today, and tonight a Sword Dao contest will be held. Its chance to avenge its previous defeat has arrived!

...

As night falls, the herb processing work temporarily comes to an end.

In the dormitory’s grand hall, the fox disciples filled the place with laughter, forming circles to play.

The largest circle tonight gathered over a thousand foxes, surrounded in layers, inner and outer.

At the very center of the circle was White Ears, controlling the newly repaired Bull Shield!

White Ears held the Shepherd’s Skull in its arms, while the Bull Shield floated in the air, spinning around it.

The Bull Shield, soaked in potion for a long time, was much smoother than before, with a faint watery gloss. The broken bull horn was still broken, the rotten holes were still rotten. But some small cracks had been repaired, making the Bull Shield less damaged overall, and much more pleasing to the eye.

Whew!

A fellow disciple tossed a pine nut towards White Ears in the center of the circle.

Clang!

The Bull Shield immediately flew to intercept, knocking the pine nut away.

"Ow ow ow!"

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ow ow ow!"

A thousand fox disciples started hopping, cheering and celebrating!

Whew! Whew! Whew!

Three more pine nuts came from different directions in midair.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Bull Shield, with terrifying speed, slashed quickly through an arc in the air, leaving a trail, knocked all three pine nuts away!

"Ow ow ow!"

"Ying ying ying!"

The fox disciples watching jumped again, cheering and celebrating!

...

On the other side, a smaller circle with only seventy fox disciples gathered together, ready to bet on sword!

Like last time, White Claw held a Golden Chestnut in its left paw and a Bronze Sword in its right paw, smiling mischievously as it looked at the fellow disciples in a circle.

Last time it was out in one round, this time it’s decided not to rush, waiting to get on stage later, pretend to be weak, and win fiercely!

...

In the center of the dormitory’s grand hall, on the bed, Bai Mo occasionally raised his head to look at the disciples, but most of the time, he was looking at the tablet, planning this batch of Warming Fire Soup alchemy.

"Today, deal with the Black Water Pineapple, Milo Ginseng, Dragon’s Tongue Grass, Yellow-Green Pepper.

"Tomorrow still needs to handle another batch...

"Wait a few days for the Black Water Pineapple to dry, seems just right.

"But this time, the alchemy seems to have some nice byproducts..."

While calculating, he heard a "squeak squeak" sound.

It was a chubby figure, head drooping, dragging a Bronze Longsword, suppressing sobs, slowly approaching.

It’s White Claw again!

Bai Mo’s expression was peculiar, looking at its left paw, sure enough, empty.

The Golden Chestnut was lost again!

Bai Mo quickly picked it up, comforting it.

"It’s okay, don’t cry.

"Look at those disciples competing, some foxes win, some foxes lose, it’s normal.

"As long as you enjoy the competition, that’s enough."

White Claw was even more aggrieved, holding back its voice, tears flowing like crazy, burying its head in the master’s arms.

It didn’t enjoy the competition, not at all!

It had practiced so many sword moves, jumped into the arena, and in one round, its fellow disciple knocked the longsword out, not enjoyable at all!

"Woo woo woo..."

Amid sobs, it dropped the longsword from its paw.

Abandoning the sword!

Never practice again!