Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 45: Strong Bull Horn Ointment Remake, Strong Fox Claw Ointment

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Strong Bull Horn Ointment Remake, Strong Fox Claw Ointment

"As expected, it worked.

"The revised version is quite effective."

The fox apprentices’ claws were becoming harder and sharper. Moreover, the tips of the claws were gradually enveloped in a medicinal aura. This was a layer of anti-evil medicine, capable of dispelling many Immortal Techniques!

Each fox claw had five toes, and this blob of ointment was just enough to strengthen two front claws, ten nails in total.

...

The mountain was suddenly late; night had fallen, and Fox Mountain was engulfed in darkness.

On the square, the fox apprentices were still applying the ointment. With their bright reddish-brown eyes, they could see ahead that their master was still there. Feeling reassured, they swung their claws down with ease.

Not long after, Quanquan Hu, who had started practicing the earliest, had fully absorbed the blob of ointment, turning it into powder and letting the wind blow it away, leaving nothing behind.

It grinned and ran around, observing other fellow apprentices practice.

Gradually, more and more foxes, like it, exhausted the ointment’s power, finished their practice, and started running around randomly. Occasionally, they glanced at their master at the front of the square and felt deeply reassured to see him still there.

After a long while, the last fox, under the watchful eyes of a circle of fellows, exhausted the ointment’s power.

"Alright, everyone, head back to the dorms, go to sleep.

"You can sleep in tomorrow, make sure to get good rest."

Bai Mo stood up, his voice echoing in the night, resounding over the square.

The fox apprentices, like a torrent, surged out of the square, flowed onto the mountain path, and poured into the dorms.

Back in the dorm, finding their respective beds, they all lay down, ready to sleep.

The dorm was much darker than the square, completely devoid of light.

But Peach Blossom Eyes suddenly noticed its nails seemed to be glowing!

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

"Eeh eeh eeh!"

In a series of fox chatter, more and more foxes noticed the matter, lifted their front claws, and revealed their nails. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed apparent that their nails were faintly glowing in the night!

These enhanced nails must be quite formidable, right?

Just how formidable are they?

They didn’t know either.

...

At noon, Bai Mo had just woken up, washed his face in the washroom, feeling refreshed.

He was about to order some takeout when he saw a message from Fang Xiaoyu on his phone.

[Failed!]

[Our application for the Nine-One plan failed!]

Huh?

Bai Mo frowned slightly, feeling a bit surprised.

The hierarchy of the Immortal Technique Committee depends on strength and achievements. He had previously captured that tattoo artist, whose danger level was Nine-One. Since he defeated Nine-One, shouldn’t he naturally be promoted to Nine-One too?

Continuing to read Fang Xiaoyu’s message.

[They downgraded the tattoo artist’s rating! Downgraded to Nine-Two!]

[Chairman Chen Shu personally reviewed and confirmed that this tattoo artist is not a genius Talisman Master]

[He’s also a tattoo artist but quite ordinary, incapable of drawing such good slave runes]

[However, the Committee will hold a meeting to interrogate that tattoo artist to uncover the genius Talisman Master behind him!]

A genius Talisman Master?

After all this, Bai Mo was now a bit curious. Just what kind of character is this fellow?

[There’s also a subsidy for attending the meeting, might as well take it! I’ve applied for you, make sure to come!]

Bai Mo smirked when he saw the time for the interrogation meeting was this afternoon. Well then, he might as well go now and grab a meal from the Committee.

He immediately replied to Fang Xiaoyu.

[Could you book a car for me?]

...

At one o’clock in the afternoon, the interrogation meeting commenced punctually.

In the bright conference room, the tattoo artist was tied to the podium, already weak and frail, with loose skin. Several IV drips were attached to him to keep him alive.

This was a medium-sized interrogation, with over a dozen Immortal Technique Committee members and five or six experts sitting at the perimeter, observing and monitoring the proceedings. Chairman Chen Shu personally attended, seated in the front row, with his eyes wide open. After all, it was a case involving the Talisman Dao, and being Sequence Eight of Talisman Dao, he attended despite numerous affairs needing his attention.

The truth serum had been administered, and the Inquisitor, holding a notebook, began incessantly asking questions.

"Name."

"Zhang Xiaohu."

"Occupation."

"Tattoo artist, Talisman Master."

"How long ago did you get involved in Immortal Techniques?"

"Two years ago."

...

After a round of routine questions to let the truth serum’s effects slowly manifest and activate the suspect’s subconscious,

the Inquisitor gradually moved to the main topic.

"Did you draw the Stone Mining Talisman on your body yourself?"

"No."

"Then who drew it for you?"

"My junior apprentice brother."

Junior apprentice brother?

An uproar broke out in the conference room!

Chairman Chen Shu also widened his eyes, looking at the weak suspect on the podium.

Everyone understood—they had stumbled upon the real deal!

Chairman Chen Shu left his seat, walked forward, and placed his hand on the suspect’s forehead. From the Forehead Sea of Consciousness, the "Divine Sense" flowed along his arm and hand, onto the suspect’s forehead, and through the apertures, into the suspect’s Sea of Consciousness.

For Talisman Masters at Sequence Eight, they could open up the Sea of Consciousness. However, their Divine Sense could only perform simple manipulations, lightly controlling Talismans with weak probing effects.

Cautiously, Chairman Chen Shu extended his Divine Sense like tendrils into the suspect’s Sea of Consciousness. It felt chaotic and muddled, like a dyehouse stained by an overturned paint bucket, with chaotic colors everywhere.

He gestured for the Inquisitor to continue questioning!

The Inquisitor then asked,

"Who is your junior apprentice brother? What’s his name?"

The suspect softly spoke, his throat quivered, about to reveal the name...

Just then, deep within his Sea of Consciousness, amidst the chaotic colors, a sigil suddenly radiated a blood-red light, dyeing his entire Sea of Consciousness blood-colored!

With a solemn expression, Chairman Chen Shu instantly attacked with his Divine Sense, intending to extinguish this blood-red sigil!

But...

His Divine Sense, like an egg hitting a stone, was easily shattered!

Chairman Chen Shu’s nose bled, and he fell straight back with a thud onto the ground.

The suspect’s head, meanwhile, instantly exploded like a watermelon, scattering red and white everywhere!

The interrogation room erupted into chaos.

"Save the Chairman!"

"Chairman, are you okay?"

"Quick, where’s the medical team?"

"Report to Shangjing City, call for medical experts!"

As people frantically rushed around the conference room, Bai Mo remained seated calmly, showing no signs of panic. Just moments before, his Divine Sense had dispersed, allowing him to witness the scene in the suspect’s Sea of Consciousness, as well as the injury to Chairman Chen Shu’s Divine Sense... In fact, that blood-red sigil only targeted the suspect, not Chairman Chen Shu. The chairman had just been clumsily caught in the aftermath—it wasn’t a major issue. He’d recover with a half-month’s rest.

But that blood-red sigil in the suspect’s Sea of Consciousness... was it a trick left by an Ancient Immortal?

Was the suspect’s junior apprentice brother a favored disciple of an Ancient Immortal? Did the Ancient Immortal, to prevent him from exposing his junior apprentice brother, leave this sigil in his Sea of Consciousness?