Nine-Tailed Demon So? Immortal Path

Long ago, a fox demon broke free of its restraints and wreaked havoc in the village at the foot of Qingjian Mountain. This fox had nine tails, an ancient and supreme demon,
cruel and ruthless, possessing immense power. Its demonic eyes could bewitch, its breath could arouse passion; wherever it went, men and women alike could not
control their lust, truly utterly lewd. Each of its nine tails possessed unique abilities. When the fox moved its tails, mountains collapsed and tsunamis arose. The people suffered unbearable
torment.

The Qingjian Sect gathered its disciples to besiege the nine-tailed fox demon in the mountains.

The sect leader, Qiu Yaotian, knew that this fox not only plagued the mortal realm but also caused immense suffering and even posed a threat to the immortals
. Therefore, he fought a bloody battle, ultimately sacrificing his own life to seal the fox demon within his own daughter.

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1

In the silent village, the scorching sun blazed down, as if trying to bake the village into a fire. The villagers of Bafu Village
went about their farm work as usual, seemingly unfazed by the scorching sun. However, a large dog belonging to a nearby family sat listlessly in the shade ,
its tongue lolling out.

A little girl, who looked about eleven or twelve, sat on the steps in front of her door, enjoying the cool shade of the large banyan tree,
gently stroking the dog lying on the ground.

The girl remained silent, but it was clear she had been wronged; her expression was as bitter as a bitter gourd.
She pinched her thin cheek hard with her left hand, and tears began to stream down her face uncontrollably. She
muttered, "It's just a beating, what else? Why am I so pathetic,
crying like this? Lu Xiaosan, you deserve it! You orphan, you stinky brat!"

As she spoke, tears pattered down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground and
evaporating instantly.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and started crying, but she didn't make a sound, letting the tears
fall like a broken string of pearls.

"You brat! You brat! Where have you been? Were you slacking off? Don't you remember what your nanny told
you this morning? Get back inside right now!"

The little girl rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up again. She walked into the house expressionlessly.

Inside, her neighbor, Aunt Liu, scolded, "You can't even do a little thing right? I told you to feed the chickens, where were you? You're
so old, and you're still playing around? I don't care about you anymore, your nanny took ten coins from me, so you have to do
a certain amount of work for me. You also have to chop the firewood behind the house neatly. I'm going to the market now, and if you
haven't done your work when you come back, I'll give you a good beating in front of your nanny. Do you hear me?"

The girl cried and wiped her tears, "I...know...Aunt Liu..." she sobbed, unable to speak.
Aunt Liu listened carefully, rolled up her bundle, took a few taels of silver, and went out the door, slamming the door shut behind her.

The girl dared not cry anymore; she knew Aunt Liu would be back from the market in about half a day. If she didn't finish
chopping the firewood before sunset, Aunt Liu would surely give her another beating.

As evening fell, the villagers gradually returned.

An older woman dragged the girl along, "Lingzhi, Lingzhi, look at your older sister!" Pointing at
the little girl chopping firewood behind Aunt Liu's house, she said, "You're really hopeless! I told you to help in the fields, and you ran off to play with the chicks.
I told you to fetch a bowl of water from the river, and you even dropped the bowl! Why can't you learn from others?"

"I don't want to! Others are so capable, and they still get beaten every day! I'd rather be mischievous," the girl said
, making a funny face.

"Don't say anymore," an uncle accompanying them said softly, scolding the girl. "This little girl is so pitiful."

The aunt continued, "How could such a poor little girl be like this? I don't know how she survived.
Years ago, an old woman came to the village, carrying a child, begging for rice gruel from house to house. The villagers saw her plight and
gave her a dilapidated house at the end of the village to take them in. They've finally made it this far, and now they're making this girl work as
a maid at Aunt Liu's house. It's really..."

"But what can she do? This old woman can't support the girl by herself! She can only give her
a few coins a day to Aunt Liu's family to live on. The old woman works hard too, doing farm work for others every day. The two of them can earn
twenty coins a day to make ends meet, and that's already good. What more can they ask for?"

"But Aunt Liu is going too far. This girl isn't ignorant; she works diligently every day, and she still gets beaten?
Does money really buy everything?"

"Isn't that right? Aunt Liu's family are the landlords in our village, and her son is the magistrate of Chizhen. Not only are they rich,
but they also have power. It's best not to speak ill of her, or you'll die without even knowing where you came from."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Lu Xiaosan knew who those sarcastic remarks were referring to. Having grown up in the countryside and forests since childhood, she had a pair of very
sensitive ears. She didn't know her own background, but she was sure she had biological parents. To find her
biological parents, the first thing she had to do was survive, and survival meant enduring!

"I'm just a little girl of eleven or twelve years old. Apart from my nanny, I've always been alone and helpless.
What else can I do but endure? But I have to persevere. Although my nanny has never told me about my background, I know I
must have my own parents. I have to find them! I must find them!"

The little girl finally managed to chop a small piece of firewood and stack it up. Exhausted from a day's work, she wiped
the sweat from her face with the back of her hand. Her arms were covered in bruises, making her look pitiful. Her clothes were filthy, and
the threads on the patches were coming undone; she'd probably have to get them repaired when she got home.

Just as she entered the house, Aunt Liu returned. "You brat, you've been out wailing again!
Have you chopped all your firewood? If I find out you're slacking off, I'll give you a good beating right now. Feeling wronged and
trying to get pity on you? Forget about it! Who's going to pity you and feed you? I'd like to see who's willing!"

Lu Xiaosan bit her lip tightly.

"Alright! You did alright this afternoon. Come here. Here's a sweet potato I bought at the market. Take it back for
your old hag." Aunt Liu berated Lu Xiaosan like a dog. But the little girl
had no choice; she could only lower her head and obediently reach out her hands to take the sweet potato.

Aunt Liu had also had a hard life; her husband died early, and for many years she had raised her son alone.

Raising her son was incredibly difficult. She had worked tirelessly for decades, doing menial tasks like emptying chamber pots, let alone doing manual labor . She toiled most of her life so her son could study hard and pass the imperial examinations. Perhaps it was
divine intervention, but her son did succeed, though only achieving the third-highest rank (探花). However, the court still appointed him
a minor county magistrate back in his hometown. This delighted Aunt Liu, who became the object of flattery throughout the village. Her personality
grew increasingly arrogant and snobbish.

From the time Lu Xiaosan turned six, Aunt Liu made him come to her house every day to do all sorts of chores,
paying him only ten coins a day. Even so, for Lu Xiaosan and her nanny, who were destitute, having
two ounces of rice to cook was already a blessing. Having drifted to this village, they couldn't ask the village chief for
land to cultivate, so they could only do odd jobs and help in the fields to earn a meager living
.

No one knew how Xiao San and her grandmother had ended up here, or even if they were
related by blood. All that was known was that Xiao San had been raised by her grandmother since she was a baby.
Over the years, Xiao San had become increasingly confused about who her grandmother was, and whether her grandmother was truly her biological grandmother
. Unfortunately, her grandmother always stammered, either changing the subject or getting angry with Xiao San, never
saying a word about her parents.

The sun slowly set, and the village became much cooler. Finally, having finished her chores, Lu Xiao San
sat under the large banyan tree in front of Aunt Liu's house, holding a few thin sweet potatoes in her hands. "Grandma should be back by now, right? Grandma said
she went to help with the work in the fields today. Why is everyone else back, but Grandma isn't back yet?" The little girl was extremely anxious
. She hadn't eaten anything all day and was already feeling dizzy
. She'd arrived at Aunt Liu's house early that morning and only drunk a bowl of thin porridge that was barely thicker than water. Her stomach was already rumbling loudly,
and she desperately wanted to dig a hole, start a fire, and roast some sweet potatoes for herself. But the little girl wouldn't do that; she had to
wait for Grandma to return so they could eat together. Although this Grandma might not be her biological nanny, she was still
a great benefactor who had raised her for ten years. She absolutely couldn't do something against her conscience.

The sky began to darken slowly, and a crescent moon hurriedly hung in the sky before the sun set.
Looking up along the village path, at this point when the sunset wasn't quite a sunset and the moon wasn't quite a moon, there was
a certain romantic feeling to it. Of course, at only twelve years old, Lu Xiaosan had no idea what romance was. She
sat anxiously under the banyan tree, quietly watching the path at the village entrance, waiting for her nanny to return.

After some time, Lu Xiaosan's nanny finally strolled slowly into the village. She was hunched over
, carrying a heavy load. Ten years of arduous farm work had left her with a back so sore that she could barely straighten up. She walked
with one foot dragging the other, unable to move quickly. The nanny carried some broken
rice in a basket, the chaff still partially removed. Besides the rice, there were two small, thin sidefish.
She had sold the larger ones to neighbors, intending to keep the two smaller ones to stew for her granddaughter. Seeing
her granddaughter sitting under the banyan tree, she came running over, her dirty hands holding a small sweet potato, as
if showing off to her.

"Good girl, little San. Let's go home, Grandma will stew fish for you."

"Grandma, are you tired today?"

"Not at all, I helped with the harvest and even caught some fish in the stream. I'll save these two fish for you ,
okay?"

"Grandma, look, Aunt Liu gave me a sweet potato today. I'll bake it for you when I get home, it'll smell delicious!"

"Look at your hands? How come you have so many bruises again? Did Aunt Liu beat you for not doing your work well?"

"Grandma, Aunt Liu deserved to beat me. Today, when I was helping feed the chickens, one of the chicks ran away. I tried
to chase after it, but I couldn't catch it after a long time. So I wasted time and got beaten. Luckily, Aunt Liu doesn't know
the chicken is lost yet, otherwise she would definitely kill me today."

"You're doing something wrong. Losing the chicken is a small matter, but how can you hide it from Aunt Liu? Although Aunt Liu is a bit mean,
she pays you well every day to work, so she's your benefactor. We should be grateful.
You can't hide the chicken from Aunt Liu. When you go to her house to work tomorrow, tell her and then use
the money from home to return it to her. Understand?"

"But... I'm scared..."

"Don't worry, just pay her. Aunt Liu won't hit you. And Grandma will go with you." "

Then... okay."

"Good girl, let's hurry home and eat fish."

"Okay!" With that, the grandmother and granddaughter held hands and slowly walked back to the small, dilapidated house at the end of the village.
Actually, if life were this simple, it would be a great happiness.

After dinner, Grandma fetched water for her granddaughter.

Lu Xiaosan took off her patched clothes and soaked in the old, worn-out wooden bucket that could barely hold water.

The nanny took Lu Xiaosan's clothes and went to the brightly lit corner to mend them with needle and thread.

Lu Xiaosan loved taking baths; after a long day, nothing was more comfortable than eating the nanny's cooking and then
taking a bath. She was acting a bit like a little adult. Lu Xiaosan's skin was very fair, so even slight bruises were very
noticeable. She had a birthmark on her left shoulder, though calling it a birthmark wasn't entirely accurate. The design resembled a tattoo
, with a cute, vermilion nine-tailed fox drawn on it.

After her bath, Lu Xiaosan, as usual, liked to lie in the nanny's arms, watching the nanny carefully
mend her clothes. As she watched, she grew increasingly sleepy and fell asleep in the nanny's arms. Lu Xiaosan loved this
feeling; in the nanny's arms, she felt it was the safest and gentlest place in the world, the only
place where she could feel a little warmth.

"Xiaosan... Xiaosan... Xiaosan...!" A girl's melodious voice came from outside. It was Lingzhi, the little girl next door to Aunt Liu
. "Little San, are you asleep? Can you come out?"

Lu Xiaosan was startled. She sat up from the nanny's lap. "Coming, Sister Lingzhi. I'm coming right now." Lu
Xiaosan immediately ran to open the door. Although Lingzhi was only a little over ten years old, seeing her like this, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. She went inside.
The doorman walked up to Lu Xiaosan. "Are you tired from work today? I saw you chopping firewood in the yard. Your hand is bruised again
."

Lu Xiaosan blinked and grinned at Lingzhi, "Sister Lingzhi, come here, sit down." She
patted the small stool beside her.

Lingzhi glanced at the basket, frowned, and sat down. Then she handed Mo Qingchen a steamed bun wrapped in a handkerchief, saying
, "Xiaosan, these are steamed buns my mother just made. Try them, are they good?"

Lu Xiaosan took the bun, sat down next to Lingzhi, and looked up, saying, "Sister Lingzhi, you're so kind."

Lingzhi rolled her eyes at her, "You eat quickly, I'm in a hurry to go back. It's too late, I need to go back to sleep."

Although she said that, Lingzhi showed no intention of leaving.

Lu Xiaosan held the handkerchief and ate the steamed bun in small bites, not forgetting the nanny, saving two
for herself. The still-warm cornbread filled her mouth with the fresh, sweet aroma of corn.
After finishing it, she felt it wasn't enough; she wanted more. Lu Xiaosan felt she hadn't eaten enough earlier, but
the cornbread made it just right.

Seeing this, Lingzhi paused, then laughed, "Oh, little girl, I really have to go now. If I don't go back, Mother will scold me again.
Oh, and keep this handkerchief for now; give it to me next time." With that, Lingzhi stood up, patted her bottom, and without waiting for Lu
Xiaosan's reply, pinched her thin cheek and turned to leave.

Lu Xiaosan watched Lingzhi's retreating figure, her eyes welling up with tears. She envied this older
sister, Lingzhi, who wasn't much older than her. She envied her for having a mother and father. But then, thinking quickly, Lu Xiaosan wiped away her tears.
She knew that with perseverance, she would definitely find her biological parents.

Just as Lu Xiaosan was still eating her cornbread, not yet having seen Lingzhi off...

In the dilapidated courtyard, a figure suddenly appeared.

The person appeared to be in his early twenties, dressed in black, tall and imposing. Just standing there quietly,
he drew attention, even causing twelve-year-old Lu Xiaosan to blush slightly.

Suddenly, the old woman rushed out of the house, shouting at the man in black, "What are you doing here?" The old woman
's voice was loud, though lacking in strength, but to Lu Xiaosan it sounded like a thunderclap.

"Old woman?" Lu Xiaosan had never seen the old woman lose her temper before, and this was the first time he had ever heard her shout at someone like that.

The man in black turned to the old woman, initially stunned in disbelief, but seeing her angry
expression, he didn't dare approach Lu Xiaosan. The man in black first bowed to the old woman with his hands clasped in a very
standard 'clasped fist salute'. He said leisurely, "This junior, Xie Xingran, has come on behalf of my master to respectfully invite Granny
Rong and Qiu Qingchen back to the manor."

Seeing the man in black bow before her, Granny Rong immediately grabbed a rusty sickle beside her, shouting,
"Help! Thief! Help!" and lunged at the man to fight.

Lu Xiaosan was completely caught off guard and had no time to worry about the danger his Granny might face with the sickle.
Only the name "Qiu Qingchen" echoed in his mind. "Who is Qiu Qingchen? Is that me? My name
is Qiu Qingchen? Where is Granny Rong? Why is she reacting so strongly? Granny Rong has picked up the sickle! Oh no! Granny Rong is in danger!"

Seeing that Granny Rong was likely to injure herself with the sickle, the man in black
lightly swept his wide sleeve behind him, creating a strong whirlwind. Granny Rong fell to the
ground with a thud, her expression one of disbelief.

At this moment, people from all the surrounding neighborhoods rushed to the dilapidated courtyard gate, grabbing their tools and peering inside.

Although Granny and Lu Xiaosan weren't villagers, they were both very honest and
well-liked in the village. Moreover, the people in this poor village were kind-hearted; they were neighbors, and even if it
was just a barking dog, they would lend a hand. Especially now, if there might be a thief.

The man in black completely ignored the onlookers and simply looked at Lu Xiaosan, saying, "Your name is Qiu Qingchen!"

Everyone was startled!

"Surname Qiu? Or from the Qing generation?"

"No way? What a coincidence!"

"Isn't Qiu the surname of the sect leader of the Qingjian Sect? Whose daughter is this girl?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Would Master Qiu let his daughter suffer here for twelve years?"

"Qiu Qingchen? That's the same generation as Qiu Qingjian, the senior brother of the Seven Gentlemen! She's not his sister, is she?"

Lu Xiaosan, who was at a loss, suddenly started pounding her heart. What had she just seen?
The wind created by the man's flick of his sleeve was clearly magic!

She reacted even faster than the villagers. "Qiu Qingchen? Is that my name?"

Lu Xiaosan took a deep breath and instantly thought of her nanny.

She saw Nanny Rong pick up her scythe again and charge straight at the man in black. Although she was old,
her aura startled everyone, and the man in black was at a loss for what to do.

The man in black swept his wide sleeve at Rong Mama again, but intimidated by her imposing aura,
he lost control of his strength. A whirlwind, even larger and stronger than before, whipped Rong Mama
three or four meters into the air, slamming her to the ground. She coughed up blood and immediately fainted.

Seeing his nanny, who had raised him for twelve years, coughing up blood, Lu Xiaosan felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if being stabbed with a knife.
He immediately rushed into her arms. "Nanny! What happened? Nanny, don't die!" He then turned his head,
glaring fiercely at the murderer who had killed his nanny, the man in black.

The surrounding crowd was terrified. This man in black had killed Lu Xiaosan's nanny with a mere flick of his sleeve .
Everyone feared that this demon might use the same method on them. They knew the Qingjian Sect's cultivation was powerful and
understood that this man must be using immortal magic, definitely a cultivator. They immediately fled in panic.

Only the man in black and Lu Xiaosan, who was holding the unconscious nanny, remained in the courtyard.

The man in black was at a loss for what to do. He whispered, "Forgive me, forgive me."

Lu Xiaosan shook the nanny a few times, but she didn't wake up. He checked her breathing and found she was dead.
At that moment, a jade pendant fell from the nanny's sleeve. The pendant was shaped like a fox, seated on a lotus flower. Lu…
Xiao San knew this might be the only keepsake the old woman had left her, so she quickly picked it up and carefully hid it. Then she grabbed
the sickle the old woman was still holding. She stood up menacingly, facing the man in black. The sickle, reflecting the
cold, eerie light of the moonlight, though rusty, only made its murderous aura more chilling.

The man in black then flashed away, his figure invisible to the naked eye. He raised his hand and
lightly chopped down an inch below Xiao San's neck.

Xiao San immediately lost consciousness. In her dazed state, she only heard the man in black repeatedly muttering, "This is a terrible
disaster! Forgive me, forgive me!"

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