Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 263 - 166: Sequence Seven, Nothing but a Pawn...

The talismans flying out from under her skirt absorbed the alcohol vapor before they could resist, growing limp, weary, and intoxicated, falling to the floor, curling up and trembling.

"This..."

With a look of intoxication on her face, she collapsed onto a luxurious chair at the Golden Emperor Hotel, her divine sense dispersed, her mind shrouded, as she completely succumbed, unaware of anything!

...

In the Dream Immortal Realm, the night was deep.

A flicker of candlelight spread within the dilapidated palace, illuminating the bronze candlestick, nearby pillars, floor, and revealed the densely packed runes written all over them.

Under this light, Yang Zhan practiced writing runes.

Beside him, an Ancient Immortal in a crimson robe, appearing as a middle-aged man with red gloves, was instructing him in his practice.

"...This stroke is too light.

"You must practice diligently!

"Otherwise, your mother and I cannot explain it."

Yang Zhan's lips twitched, his expression complicated.

He, along with his father, mother, and sister, were in the same dream, apprenticing under the same Ancient Immortal.

Among them, his mother Su Baitao had the highest cultivation, already at Sequence Seven... Of course, in the real world, Su Baitao remained hidden, never exposing her strength.

Suddenly!

A figure appeared in the candlelight; it was the panicked and bewildered Su Baitao!

The Ancient Immortal stepped forward gently to hold her waist.

"My dear, what happened?"

Yang Zhan looked down, wishing he could grind his teeth to dust and swallow them!

This damned Ancient Immortal!

Right in front of him...

Su Baitao did not resist, only looking panic-stricken.

"Master, it seems there is a Sequence Six in the real world.

"I... I don't know what's happening...

"It seems to be a Sequence Six of the Alchemy Path..."

The Ancient Immortal shook his head.

"Impossible.

"You don't understand what that means.

"If someone in the real world advances to Sequence Six, all dreams, all Ancient Immortals, would be aware.

"What exactly happened? Tell us slowly."

Su Baitao collected herself slightly and recounted her encounter at the Golden Emperor Hotel, slowly.

As she spoke, Yang Zhan listened, and the Ancient Immortal listened too.

Yang Zhan was perplexed.

The Ancient Immortal's expression grew uglier with each word.

Su Baitao finished her story.

"...My divine sense and spiritual sense have reached their limits.

"But that alcohol, as if smoke and fire, I cannot comprehend the alcohol vapor!"

The Ancient Immortal's face, under the candlelight, was black as the bottom of a pot.

"I... can't comprehend it either.

"I vaguely remember that in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, there seemed to be such a character."

The Ancient Immortal smiled wryly.

"He hasn't reached Sequence Six.

"But at Sequence Seven, to have such a level... I would rather he is already Sequence Six."

Under the candlelight, silence fell.

The Ancient Immortal could sense that Su Baitao's Three Souls and Seven Spirits were like a kite with a broken string, severed from all ties to the physical body!

Whether she could return to the real world was uncertain.

Her physical body in the real world could be at anyone's mercy!

Perhaps in the next moment, if her physical body was destroyed, her Three Souls and Six Spirits in this dream would disintegrate completely!

The Ancient Immortal sighed.

"Come, I will help you with all my strength!"

...

Golden Emperor Hotel.

Black Gloves and Flying Legs entered a room, looking at over a dozen students seemingly intoxicated, as if dreaming.

Two foxes removed their Invisibility Cloak, jumped onto the dining table, and approached Su Baitao, looking down at her curled-up body in the chair.

The shadow of the fox cast over her flushed face.

"Ying ying ying?"

"Ao ao ao?"

...Is this the wicked woman who dared to slander Fox Mountain?

Fox Mountain's dormitory hall.

Bai Mo pondered slightly.

"Yang Zhan's mother, Su Baitao?

"Is she the hidden boss of Dongguo City?"

In recent years, there have been many troublesome incidents in Dongguo City. Fortunately, there is a mysterious Sequence Seven suppressing them, quelling numerous major criminal activities, saving many lives, and stabilizing the situation. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Setting aside what she has done for Dongguo City and whether the city still needs her...

"Why did she come to the West State to send her son to school, only to slander our Fox Mountain?

"What's wrong with her?

"Take off her gloves and have a look."

In the vision, Su Baitao's gloves were removed, revealing two white, slender hands.

However, these gloves seemed to belong to a shapeshifting Immortal Artifact. After removing them, the shape of her two hands changed! Both her little fingers were more than just one!

On the side of her palm, small pinky fingers, thin as bamboo shoots, were closely clustered together, appearing both abnormal and creepy!

Among them, some joints were large, not belonging to a woman, presumably from male criminals.

One of them was freshly attached, fair and tender; Bai Mo found it familiar, belonging unmistakably to Fang Xiaoyu!

Bai Mo pondered for a moment, then used his divine sense to investigate further, quickly understanding.

"Hmm, after strengthening the pinky finger, acquiring a craving for transplanted fingers?

"Like the Multi-Eared Monsters who consume Ear-Enlightening Soup?

"Addicted, more and more?"

"Does the Talisman Path have such issues too?

"Very harmful!"

It seemed her hands were only so large, limiting the number of fingers she could transplant. Yet, this addictive cycle of transplanting was bizarre; she would constantly want to discard old fingers to transplant new ones. Even the speed of this abandonment and iteration would accelerate, causing more and more innocent victims to suffer!

Bai Mo contemplated for a moment, devising a solution to this issue.

"White Claw, Black Claw, Round Ears, you three, take a trip.

"Bring the Double-Bladed Grass Leaf Knife, bring the Deer Head Violin."

The fox disciples of the choir looked up at their master.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ao ao ao!"

Bai Mo shook his head.

"All want to go?

"There's... no need!"

He contemplated for a moment.