Reach Heaven Via Feng Shui Engineering, Drug Trade And Tax Evasion

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Chapter 58: Slam The Door In The Face Of Hubris
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The spirit hunter bowed to her. There was a polite, almost deferential quality to him - not something she would have expected of someone on the hunt, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Fellow cultivator," he said, "this humble daoist is Bao Sheng. Me and my fellow cultivators are on the hunt for a dangerous spirit."

A spirit?

The gears spun in her mind, thinking of what she had seen. The dog was still barking at his feet, and she bent down, sneaking her hand behind its ears faster than it could react to give it a scratch. The dog shut its mouth, and spun its head to try to sniff at her hand curiously, but she was moving too quickly for it to properly react, sneaking in scratches here and there.

That it let her turn away from the others was a nice bonus.

"Hmm," Qian Shanyi said slowly, still playing with the dog, "I am Qian Shanyi. I wish you the luck to rival the Heavens in your search."

"This here spirit hunter thanks you. There is just one matter -"

"I am afraid I can't offer my help." She glanced up at Bao Sheng, interrupting him. There was a pained expression on his face from seeing her play with his dog - no doubt it wasn't supposed to get distracted while at work. Her guess that he wouldn't actually voice his disagreement was spot on. Rui Bao watched her with detached amusement, corners of his eyes wrinkling a bit when they shared a look. Jian Shizhe looked about as haughty as usual. "Salt and ash upon my head, but I am...preoccupied."

"Fellow cultivator, that is not -"

"Unless the crisis act had been invoked?"

"It had not been. Fellow cultivator, please, we simply need -"

She sighed tragically. "If it had, I would have of course lent my aid. Even though I am still recovering from my terrible, terrible wounds."

"I wish you the best of health," Bao Sheng said, "However -"

"Shanyi, we are hunting a kitsune," Jian Shizhe interrupted the two of them. "The dog indicates it entered your room. We humbly request to search it for traces."

Qian Shanyi's eyebrows flew up entirely on their own accord. A kitsune?

When Bao Sheng mentioned a spirit, she thought Linghui Mei was simply a witness, knew where it was hiding, or perhaps carried it on her body, if it was small enough. But a kitsune… Her thoughts flashed back to what she said. If this was true, Qian Shanyi came awfully close to an incredibly painful death, or at least being crippled for life.

Damnable Heavens.

The dog used her brief distraction to flee, quickly climbing up Bao Sheng's robes and onto his shoulder. His hand came up with a treat from a small bag at his side, seemingly with no thought given to it, and the dog busied itself with a biscuit.

"You think there is a kitsune in our room?" Qian Shanyi said, giving Jian Shizhe her best baffled look. "I might as well pluck out my eyes then, for they clearly serve no purpose, if I have managed to miss it.

How did Linghui Mei even manage it? Her spiritual energy was identical to that of an ordinary person. There wasn't even a single word about kitsune being able to do this in the books.

Bao Sheng threw a dirty look to Jian Shizhe, motioning with a hand for him to step back. The two crossed stares like swords, barely caged fury in Jian Shizhe's eyes clashing with the slight glint of Bao Sheng's glasses.

Hm. Something to exploit, perhaps.

"Jian's nose is not that reliable," Bao Sheng said, and Qian Shanyi had to force her face to remain impassive at the sudden image of Jian Shizhe with dog ears and a collar. "This kitsune had already tricked us with her scent in the past. It will not do so again."

There was a sharp tone to his voice, far more than anything he said before. This wasn't just about his job, or saving people from a kitsune - there was something personal.

Jian Shizhe motioned to her door, not baking down. "The dog is snarling at the room. This is more than it did when we found that merchant unconscious!"

"Honorable cultivator, do you question my judgment?"

Jian Shizhe pursed his lips, but finally bowed his head, and stepped back further. Bao Sheng turned back to Qian Shanyi. "I apologize for this indiscretion," he said, "The protocol dictates that we search all the rooms one by one. We must humbly ask for your assistance."

Qian Shanyi glanced back, pretending to look over their room. Where in netherworld's name was Wang Yonghao? Every second here was four point six seconds inside the world fragment, and several minutes had already passed since he went in. She very much doubted he was dead, but if he managed to get himself knocked out, she would have a hard time explaining how he managed to simply vanish from their room. How long did it take to convince one woman to stay put?

One kitsune, she corrected herself. How did it manage to hide so well? She was starting to wonder if Linghui Mei's account of the events was correct, and she really was just an ordinary person fleeing unjust persecution, as opposed to a spirit that preyed on all sentient life.

"Our room is a little... Unkept, at this moment," she said, deciding to stall some more. There was a clock in the world fragment - if Wang Yonghao did get knocked out, he should have enough sense to avoid coming out until the night fell in full. "I would never live down the embarrassment of inviting fellow cultivators in. Perhaps if you could come a bit later? Give me a bit of time to clean up?"

She saw a pained crease form on Bao Sheng's forehead, but he bowed his head all the same. "Of course," he said, "Would it suffice -"

"No," Jian Shizhe snapped, "Shanyi, step aside."

Bao Sheng slowly exhaled, and turned to glare at the other man. To his credit, not even a wrinkle appeared on his spiritual shield, despite his emotion. "Honorable cultivator Jian Shizhe," he said, "I humbly request that you allow me to decide, as is your obligation, by imperial law."

"This is ridiculous," Jian Shizhe said, "The protocol is to search every room, the dog is snarling at theirs, and you want to simply move on?"

"Jian's nose is not reliable. We will search the remaining rooms first, to give fellow cultivator Qian time."

"Time for the kitsune to flee?"

Bao Sheng's fist clenched and unclenched over the pommel of his sword. "It will not flee. My partner will see it."

Jian Shizhe shook his head. "No. We can't take the risk." He motioned to her door once again. "This is our best trace so far. We have to take it."

"Honorable cultivator Jian, I once again remind you that you are choosing to assist me," Bao Sheng said, turning around to head to the next door down the corridor. "I will not have us disturb the propriety of a fellow cultivator. Now follow."

"Then I am no longer assisting," Jian Shizhe said, making a cutting motion with his hand.

"Don't be stupid," Rui Bao said, finally speaking up. "Do you think you know more than the spirit hunter?"

"To cultivate is to rebel against the heavens," Jian Shizhe said through clenched teeth, "not waste time on propriety when human lives are at stake."

"If that is your belief, darling," Rui Bao said playfully, leaving the two of them alone.

Jian Shizhe turned back to her. "Shanyi, step aside," he said.

Qian Shanyi narrowed her eyes at him. The slight was not so great, and not altogether inappropriate after they went through the tribulation together, but…

"Have you married into my family without me knowing?" she said coldly, "I do not recall us becoming friends, nor letting you call me by my birth name."

Jian Shizhe clenched his teeth, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed his objections. "Honorable cultivator Qian," he said, emphasizing her name, "I humbly request that you step aside."

"No. You have no right to demand this."

"This is a kitsune. Ordinary people will die if we do not kill it. It is the duty of every cultivator -"

"Are these people in my room?" she interrupted him sharply.

"These people -"

"Are these people in my room?"

Jian Shizhe's glare could have burned a hole straight through her skull, if it wasn't matched by an equally fiery one of her own. "No."

"Perhaps I have missed an entrance to some secret realm within my fireplace?" She said, not giving him a chance to continue speaking. "Is that where these people are?"

"No. They are -"

"If they are not here, you have no business with me," she said, moving to close the door entirely. "Now leave."

Jian Shizhe put his hand on her door, stopping it. "Shanyi, you are wasting time -"

"Do you intend to insult me, Jian?" She said, letting fury flow freely through her tone. Who did he think he was? She knew he was pampered, but this was crossing all lines. "I expected the young master of the Northern Scarlet Stream sect to know better."

Jian Shizhe closed his eyes, breathing deeply, but still kept the door from closing. "I beg for your understanding, honorable cultivator Qian, but -"

"You will have none," she cut him off, "If you intend to find this kitsune, then go and do so. This has nothing to do with me."

"Where is Wang Yonghao?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What purpose do you have with him?"

"Tell me where he is."

"Tell me what is your purpose with him."

"To speak with him."

"You can speak to me."

"I need to speak to him so that he could make you stop this foolishness!" Jian Shizhe said, his tone just below a shout.

Shanyi circulated the Crushing Glance of the Netherworld Eyes, making her eyes flash dangerously. "Make me? Whatever do you mean by that?"

"He is your man, for all that you do not act like it," he said, quieter this time, "If you won't listen to reason, then perhaps you will follow the words of your husband."

Qian Shanyi slowly drew in a long breath. Of course this is what it always came down to, once some idiot started to lose the fucking argument. Not even remotely surprising, especially coming from someone who wore the dress of ages long past.

And he still kept his fucking hand on the damnable door. She wanted to punch his teeth in so damn much.

One of her many plans for establishing their sect floated to the top of her mind. It called for her to duel this drooling imbecile. Ordinarily too risky to try, but if he wanted to push for it himself - so be it. All that was left was to get him to challenge her, so that she could dictate the terms.

If he had more than half a brain, this would have taken even the slightest amount of effort.

"If you do not wish to hear a woman speaking," she said, clamping down on her fury and speaking gently, as if to a child, "then why do you open your mouth?"

She heard Rui Bao choke from all the way down the corridor, and his steps headed in their direction, but he'd be too late by far. Even if he had a thunder step technique, he couldn't compete with the swiftness of her tongue.

"What?" Jian Shizhe said slowly, fury coming back into his tone with a vengeance.

She tilted her head, putting on her most innocently curious face. "A eunuch then?" she said, "It is always hard to tell with you northerners."

"You dare?!"

She blinked in mock confusion. "Have I caused offense?" she said. "I was merely curious. It is just the way you speak, the pitch of your voice - well. Hardly the most masculine ones I have ever heard."

This was a blatant lie, his voice was perfectly average. Jian Shizhe's face was turning crimson, complimenting his purple clothing. Rui Bao hurried to them faster, and her eyes met his for a moment. There was more than a bit of panic in them. He made a cutting motion across his neck, telling her to shut up.

She rolled her eyes at him.

She heard cautious steps behind her, and felt Wang Yonghao finally deign to leave the spiritual energy gathering formation. Well, there was no way to stop this runaway cart now. She focused back on Jian Shizhe. "No matter," she said sharply, "Either challenge me to a duel or shut up. You have wasted enough of my time as it is."

She stepped back and kicked the door hard enough to slam it shut, even despite Jian Shizhe's added weight on the other end, but his fist rammed into it at the same time, keeping it open. Her ribs whined in protest. The wood croaked from the impact, a long crack passing through the middle of the door. Rui Bao's entire body cringed as he arrived at their side. "Shizhe, remember -" he said.

"CULTIVATOR QIAN SHANYI," Jian Shizhe roared, "ON MY HONOR, I WILL HAVE SATISFACTION OF A DUEL, OR I AM NOT JIAN SHIZHE!"

"I accept," she said easily, ignoring the simultaneous swears from Rui Bao and Wang Yonghao. "At the central square, on the fourth day from now, just before noon."

Wang Yonghao's hand came down on her shoulder, and yanked her away from the door. She didn't resist. Rui Bao did much the same with Jian Shizhe.

"Fellow cultivators," Wang Yonghao said through clenched teeth, "may I have some time to speak to my partner alone? We have much to discuss."

Rui Bao nodded, and Wang Yonghao slammed the door closed, locked it from the inside, and leaned against it, looking exhausted. There were several red lines crossing his face, as if some vicious fairy raked her nails across his skin.

Or claws.

Qian Shanyi turned around and walked into their muffling formation. Wang Yonghao followed after her silently. "What were you thinking?!" he started shouting as soon as they crossed the boundary.

So uncivilized.

"Linghui Mei is a kitsune," she said idly, ignoring the question.

He glared at her, pointing towards his face. One of the marks passed just millimeters away from his right eye. "Yeah, I noticed."

"What were you doing down there so long?"

"Waiting for a healing pill to take effect," he said, "I couldn't come out with bloody claw marks all across my face."

She nodded. "Good thinking," she said, "Well, open up your world fragment - let's go talk to the fox. I've bought us a good ten minutes of peace."

"Thanks - no! Stop distracting me!" He pointed an accusatory finger at her. "How could you challenge him to a duel?!"

"He challenged me."

"Don't pretend you didn't do this. Are you insane?!"

She gave him a flat look. You would think she'd deserve a little bit more respect. "The imbecile was doing his hardest to barge into our room after I explicitly told him to leave," she said calmly. "Setting aside the question of what possessed him to think this was remotely acceptable - my reputation would have been ruined if I simply allowed it. I would have had to duel him either way, and this way I get to dictate the terms. Besides, I have a plan."

Wang Yonghao covered his face with his hands. "Shanyi. Please. Please tell me you didn't do it just to save face."

"Face?" Qian Shanyi scoffed. "Please. I didn't do it for the face. I did it for the taxes."
 
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She tilted her head, putting on her most innocently curious face. "A eunuch then?" she said, "It is always hard to tell with you northerners."
Looks like we will hopefully get a lore dump about both kitsune and northerners since the above line suggests that eunuchs are more common up north/in certain regions for one reason or the other.
 
"Where is Wang Yonghao?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What purpose do you have with him?"

"Tell me where he is."

"Tell me what is your purpose with him."

"To speak with him."

"You can speak to me."

"I need to speak to him so that he could make you stop this foolishness!" Jian Shizhe said, his tone just below a shout.
I can't tell if Jian has caught on to why Shanyi might be so reluctant to let him into her room, or if he has dreadfully misjudged the relationship between—

Shanyi circulated the Crushing Glance of the Netherworld Eyes, making her eyes flash dangerously. "Make me? Whatever do you mean by that?"

"He is your man, for all that you do not act like it," he said, quieter this time, "If you won't listen to reason, then perhaps you will follow the words of your husband."

Qian Shanyi slowly drew in a long breath.
I think I've figured it out.

Obviously, this is a misinterpretation of the legal relationship between Shanyi and Yonghao, but it's also...just a critical misunderstanding of Shanyi in general. It wouldn't matter if she was married to Yonghao, because A. they don't and will never have a relationship where Yonghao is cleanly "in charge," and B. the Jade Emperor himself would struggle to make Shanyi shut up.

Rui Bao hurried to them faster, and her eyes met his for a moment. There was more than a bit of panic in them. He made a cutting motion across his neck, telling her to shut up.

She rolled her eyes at him.
He has an excuse. Bao's spent way less time around Shanyi and Yonghao.

Wang Yonghao slammed the door closed, locked it from the inside, and leaned against it, looking exhausted. There were several red lines crossing his face, as if some vicious fairy raked her nails across his skin.

Or claws.
I was wondering whether the kitsune story was/could be a lie, or perhaps a case of mistaken identity. I don't want to say this seals the deal, but it would be quite unusual for Ordinary Human Linghui Mei to be capable of this sort of violence.

"Besides, I have a plan."

Wang Yonghao covered his face with his hands.
Considering her history? A sensible reaction.


And at last, we find ourselves on the doorstep of unlocking another one of our three Thread Title Techniques! :grin:
Let's not jump the gun. From the information we have available, this plan is as likely to involve a legitimate tax credit as it is to involve tax evasion.
 
Shanyi has not explained her plan well enough for us to conclude anything about how it works, except that it involves a duel and tax law.
 
I'd argue that even if it's legitimately legal, that only makes it the best kind of tax evasion fiscal optimization. :3
 
So there's definitely some sort of mental compulsion that Yanghao is seeing through but Shanyi can't. He clearly sees the woman as a cultivator but Shanyi is incredibly insistent that the woman is totally normal, and definitely would have picked up on this line in particular if she was in her right mind.
Coming back to this, now that she's no longer staring directly at the anomolous energy circulation Qian seems capable of conceptualising that the Completely Ordinary Woman might not be after all.
 
Chapter 59: Pave A Bridge Across A Stream Of Roaring Blood
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Wang Yonghao stopped high in the air, near the very top of the world fragment, Qian Shanyi hanging off his waist on a rope harness. Signs of his battle with the kitsune were easy to find: their one table broken in half and the poles of the palisade around the baths scattered all across a wide patch of scorched grass.

The maid dress was lying in the middle of the world fragment, torn into shreds. The kitsune itself was nowhere to be seen, and from thirty meters up in the air, she couldn't feel its spiritual energy either.

"So, kitsune, has our humble abode been to your tastes?" Qian Shanyi said, pitching her voice to carry all across the hemisphere.

Silence was her only answer. She counted to ten, and then raised her voice further. "The only place you may be hiding is our little hut. Come out, or Yonghao will simply burn it down, with you in it."

Wang Yonghao immediately kicked her in the back of the head. The kick wasn't that hard, but she didn't expect it, and some of it passed through her spiritual shield. She glared up at him.

<I am not going to do that!> he signed at her in great agitation. His eyebrows were moving so much they were about to fly off his face.

She scowled up at him, rubbing the back of her head. It stung a bit. Could he not whistle instead, if he just wanted her attention? <I am bluffing. Idiot.> She signed back. Obviously they weren't going to set fire to their house - they put so much effort into building it, and it would just lead to a repeat of the dead air crisis.

She wasn't quite sure what they were supposed to do. The books she read advised calling the local spirit hunters if you were ever unfortunate enough to encounter a kitsune, but that wasn't really an option. Kill it from the air with a flying sword, perhaps.

"Why don't you come down instead?" Kitsune's answer echoed around the world fragment, world edges distorting the sound with every reflection, so much that it was hard to tell where it actually came from. There was a tense, animalistic quality to the voice, not at all like the human one she heard from the so-called Linghui Mei. "We could… speak… face to face."

Qian Shanyi snorted. "I am fine exactly where I am. Yonghao told me how high you could jump, when you tried to eat his soul."

"So you are just a coward," the voice said after a considerable pause. "You cultivators love to tell everyone how brave you are. Anyone can, from so high up."

Qian Shanyi laughed. "If you are trying to bait me, save yourself the trouble," she said, "there is nothing you can say that would shake my convictions."

"Then why are you even here?" the kitsune snarled, finally poking its head from underneath their hut. It looked like some painter spilled all their inks in the air, a blending of shapes and colors shifting between a fox's snout and a dozen different human faces far too fast to read any individual features, to catch so much as a hint of an expression. "Capturing me was not enough for you? Come to finish the job, hunter?"

"I am no spirit hunter," Qian Shanyi said, calmly studying kitsune's ever-shifting eyes. "And that is the question. Yonghao - what should we do with it?"

Above her, Wang Yonghao sighed. "What do you mean? We hide her until the spirit hunter goes away, then let her go."

"You would let a murderer go freely, to continue on their rampage?" she said, "Kitsune are spiritophages. They must prey on people as surely as they must eat and drink, lest they starve."

She glanced up, and saw Wang Yonghao chewing on his lip, a conflicted look on his face. "You don't know she killed anyone," he said quietly, "or that she would again."

"If I see a man of twenty years, do I know if he has ever eaten?"

"Surely there must be something we could do," he said.

"Truly? Like what?" She snorted, and raised her voice higher. "Hey spirit, can you sustain yourself without eating people?"

"Why?" the kitsune snarled down below, stalking out from underneath the house, beginning to circle them on all four limbs. Its gaunt shape shifted with every step, clawed limbs extending and shortening, bright orange fur growing out and shrinking away, to be replaced with human skin and hair, only to come back in the next moment. Twin, long and fluffy tails were raised dangerously over its head, twitching, ready to strike, like those of a raging scorpion. "Would you feed me rainbows and morning dew with a little spoon? Capture butterflies for me to snack on? Nourish me from your breast like your own child?"

Qian Shanyi calmly crossed her hands on her chest. "I would if it worked. It's virtuous for a cultivator to bring peace with another spirit species, even at great cost to themselves."

"Come down here and I'll whisper what I can eat right in your ear," the kitsune responded.

"You would have to buy me dinner first if you want to bite my ears - "

"Can you just tell us if you know something, please?" Wang Yonghao interrupted her, "Anything at all. Even if it's something hard - we have a lot of resources, we could help -"

"Help?" The kitsune screamed, its voice turning more human for a brief moment. "Help you, bloodthirsty butchers? Help with what? Help you hunt my sisters and daughters? I won't tell you anything."

"At least tell us your real name!" Wang Yonghao called out from above, to no effect.

Qian Shanyi tapped her cheek. They needed to make a decision soon, but unless she knew this kitsune would not kill ordinary people, she could not possibly agree to letting it go. And Wang Yonghao would not simply agree to kill it. She needed a plan, but without kitsune's cooperation, she was down to what information she already knew - and that posed something of a problem.

All the books she read about the kitsune were ancient, and so could hardly be trusted - especially since they apparently omitted the crucial fact that kitsune could blend in perfectly with ordinary people.

Most of the information came from a good three hundred and fifty years ago, back when the kitsune lords were overthrown. They spoke of seductive spirits, ones that could twist you in knots with a single word and set you against your closest friends with another, but it was hard to tell how much of that was fact and how much was pure lies and superstition, meant to make the foes of that time seem more devious than they really were.

The fact that kitsune consumed people, at least, seemed solid enough. It was the cause of the entire conflict, and why, ever since then, the existence of kitsune was declared as incompatible with human life - alongside eleven other species. For that to be false, too many other things would have had to happen differently.

The only question was - to what extent? By the time the reformation rolled around, kitsune were all but extinct, and pre-modern cultivators could hardly be relied on to study the topic carefully. She needed information she could trust, but the kitsune, her only source, had shut its jaws tighter than the grip of a golden core powerhouse.

She'd just have to pry them open.

"Hm," Qian Shanyi said, thinking it over, "How many people have you killed?"

"How many steam buns have you eaten?" The kitsune snarled again.

So uncooperative.

Qian Shanyi paused, looking down calmly from thirty meters up in the air. Well, such obvious bluster called for a response.

"You want to know how many steam buns I ate, spirit?" she said, her tone level and precise, "I know it well. My mother loved making them - every day, ever since I was two, I would have at least one for lunch. When I was fourteen, I joined a sect - there, our outer disciples made a batch of steam buns every third day. Cultivators need many calories to train well - and so I made sure to indulge, taking at least five every time. I am now twenty-three years old. I trust you know how to multiply?"

Qian Shanyi ran a careless hand through her hair to steady herself, keeping her eyes locked with the beast below.

"Ten thousand buns - that is how many I have eaten," she said, raising her voice, "but you had not killed ten thousand men, for if you had, the spirit hunter after you would have been a golden core powerhouse. So how many?"

The kitsune did not respond, simply continuing its slow spiral around the world fragment. It was inching closer to them - in as far as it was getting closer to the center - perhaps hoping they would dip down into the range of its leap. Qian Shanyi thought of doing much the same, back when she first met Wang Yonghao - but she wasn't stupid enough to think she could win a fight with two unfamiliar cultivators.

Kitsune were supposed to be liars and tricksters, clever beyond belief - but that was not what she saw. What she saw in front of her was not cunning, the sort that could sneak into your own head without you noticing. What she saw was bluster and rage, of one cornered and clutching to their last shreds of power.

This meant either her assumptions were wrong, or she was missing something.

Start from the base and break it down.

What did this kitsune want? Two possibilities: either all was as it seemed, and it was on the run from the spirit hunter and met them through an accident of luck, or it was here deliberately.

Suppose the latter. The only way that made any sense is if it knew about Wang Yonghao well in advance, and sought something from him. The accident with the spirit hunter might be a way to get the two of them to trust it, to present itself as a vulnerable victim. But if that was the case, then Qian Shanyi, at least, would have tried to get closer to Wang Yonghao well in advance, befriend and seduce him, and only then play the victim card. Doing it up front was far too risky and unpredictable, and only got even more so the more cultivators got involved.

So suppose it really was an accident. Kitsune sought to survive, and to get the spirit hunter off its trail. But if that was the case, why bluster? Trickery would have served it far better. Wang Yonghao even gave it a perfect out - claim that it needed to consume some extremely rare pills, and look for an opportunity to escape in the meantime. That is what Qian Shanyi would have tried.

So turn it on its head. Discount the legends of kitsune trickery entirely - clearly this one could not lie for shit. What did this leave? If it was human, cornered with no way out, then bluster would have been entirely expected. It would certainly explain the poor lies. But could she confidently conclude kitsune psychology was identical to that of humans, simply because they were apparently poor liars?

No, she couldn't.

Perhaps she didn't need to. The point of bluster was to make yourself seem too dangerous to attack - or at least to convince yourself that you were not completely helpless. That this kitsune still did not tell her how many people it killed suggested that it was not an impressive number - or else it would have tried to twist the knife further.

Yet even if the sheer count was not impressive, why not describe some in gruesome detail? A demonic cultivator in its place would not have hesitated to do so, if her novels were to be believed. So why the reticence?

Hm.

Perhaps there was a way to find out. She would just need a little… push. With a sledgehammer.

"They found the merchant you killed, you know," she lied smoothly.

The kitsune froze mid step. "What?" it said, voice shifting towards human once again.

Shock was good. Mentioning the merchant was a bit of a gamble, but they did not have time for more gentle approaches. "Oh yes." Qian Shanyi nodded. "His throat torn out, left to choke on his own blood. The spirit hunter told me all about it."

Wang Yonghao shifted around above her, making her swing below him on her ropes. He didn't hear her speak to the spirit hunter, and so his face would reveal nothing, consciously or subconsciously.

The kitsune merely growled, continuing to circle them. She needed something stronger... "His daughter found him first," she continued, "he was breathing his last when she arrived. That poor child. Her last memory of her father would always be her trying to stem the flow of blood with her little pearly fingers. Far too small for the wound you tore open."

Kitsune snarled again, its body hugging the grass, ready to spring. Twin tails whipped clumps of dirt around it. "You liar!"

That certainly got a reaction. This was exactly what she was aiming for - if this kitsune felt the need to bluster, it should also feel the need to explain itself, even to an enemy, if only so that Shanyi's lies were not left to hang unchallenged.

But she needed just a bit more. "The only thing I don't understand is the brutality of it all." she said curiously. "Surely the smell of blood would give you away? Snapping his neck would have worked just as well. Is it just your thirst for carnage?" She shook her head, and shrugged. "But then again - what else can you expect," she said, leaning forwards slightly. "from a beast."

"Kalesherdek kra, I will tear your throat out as soon as you descend!"

Qian Shanyi put one hand on her heart. "I speak the truth. Why are you so agitated? Afraid to confront your own sins?"

"My sins?!" Kitsune shrieked, then quieted down to a mere scream, "I did not kill him! He was alive when I left!"

"Truly? But why keep a witness alive?"

"I am not like you butchers."

"Not like us?" Qian Shanyi said in a mocking tone, "Will you say that you are vegetarian as well? That you haven't killed a single person in your entire life?"

"I do not kill people. I kill cultivators."

"How interesting," Qian Shanyi said, tapping her cheek. "Well, perhaps the spirit hunter lied to me. It wouldn't be the first time."

It really was interesting. If the kitsune spoke truthfully - and it was in no state to lie, agitated as it was - then it would have had to sustain itself exclusively on cultivators - but that was impossible.

Suppose the weight of an average cultivator was around seventy kilograms, out of which perhaps fifty six were meat and edible organs. Qian Shanyi did not know the caloric content of human flesh - another topic to research later, she supposed - but assuming it was anything like other meat, it should hold one to two and a half thousand calories per kilogram, for a total of sixty to a hundred and forty thousand calories per murdered cultivator.

A kitsune was still a creature of flesh, and at the size of a human adult, surely had to consume at least two thousand calories per day. At that rate, a single cultivator could last anywhere from one to two and a half months, assuming it could preserve the flesh perfectly - totaling no less than five per year. Pessimistically, as many as thirty.

But cultivators were not like sailors or pilgrims, and the loss of even a single one, even a loose cultivator, would not pass unnoticed - not to mention the sheer difficulty of killing so many. Kitsune's trick of passing for an ordinary person was good, but not good enough to survive hundreds of ambushes.

And yet it must have been getting the calories from somewhere - which meant only one thing. It could consume another form of food to sustain its body. Perhaps it needed to consume human souls in order to derive some essential forms of spiritual energy, to sustain to nourish its own soul - but humans could not be its main foodstock.

But there was another fact that had to be true, if this account was to be believed.

"You can feed on human souls without killing them, can't you?" Qian Shanyi said, grinning, "like a little lamprey."

The kitsune dropped closer to the ground, its ears flattening against its head. Truth, then. There were two possibilities here, and she simply made a guess.

Wang Yonghao kicked Qian Shanyi in the head again. This time, his kick was weaker, and she was ready for it. "If you knew this already, why didn't you just say so?" he said, clearly annoyed for some bizarre reason.

She turned her head upwards to grin at him. "Who says that I did? Perhaps the Heavens have blessed me with a revelation right this moment."

"Fine," he said with a sigh, "keep your secrets. It solves the problem, so thank you for finally telling me. Even if you could have done it sooner."

"Does it?" Qian Shanyi said, "Know some heroic volunteers, willing to sacrifice their own souls, in order to let the kitsune live? How do you suppose we convince them?" She put her hands together in a begging gesture, pitching her voice higher to sound like the most annoying child. "Sir, would you mind if our pet here eats a bit of your soul? Please? Pretty please? We promise it won't kill you. No, we are not demonic cultivators trying to turn you into a human cauldron, why do you ask?"

"I'll do it."

Her gaze snapped upwards, and she gave Wang Yonghao her most befuddled stare. "You want to become a cauldron?"

Wang Yonghao crossed his arms. "Stop exaggerating. It's not the same at all. At best it's pair cultivation."

She rubbed her forehead. "Should have been forbidden in the same edict, if you ask me. I am just surprised how willing you are to put your own soul at risk."

"Well what else are we supposed to do, toss her out to be killed?" he snapped. "That would be worse. If my soul can actually save someone for once, so be it."

Qian Shanyi ruffled her hair. "I suppose of all people you'd see harming your own cultivation as a benefit. Very well. Bring us down."

As they descended, she kept her attention on the kitsune. It settled down a bit, sitting on the grass like an enormous cat, ink and fog around its body slowly receding. Its head slowly shifted back to that of the maid from the inn, while the rest of the body remained fox-like, one tail wrapped around its legs, the tip of the other chewed nervously in its teeth.

Wary eyes tracked them, previous rage falling away like a wave on a beach. And just like a wave, it left things behind. Exhaustion. Fear. Doubt.

Looking down from above suddenly gave Qian Shanyi a sense of deja vu. How long ago was she stuck here, alone, waiting for Wang Yonghao to come down, her fate uncertain?

Fine, little spirit. Kitsune lords have long been buried. We'll see if we can bury the vengeance as well.

"Finally got the bravery to come closer?" the kitsune growled, releasing its tail to speak once they were halfway to it. Her eyes flickered between Qian Shanyi and Wang Yonghao, but she didn't retreat.

"Please," Qian Shanyi said, holding her stare. "You won't attack us. There is too much hope in your eyes."

Now that they were closer, she reached out with her spiritual energy senses, only to feel the cilia of her soul tear painfully where kitsune's tails touched them, and jerked them back. Only superficial damage - they should grow back soon enough.

What little she did feel though, was not at all like an ordinary person, energy pulsing like the heartbeat of a runner after a sprint. Could it do something similar to what the cultivators did, when closing their spiritual pores? But that did not change the nature of the flow, only the speed.

"I am surprised how easy it was to convince you, Shanyi," Wang Yonghao said quietly, "I thought you would never help... someone who killed cultivators before."

"It is virtuous for a cultivator to bring peace," Qian Shanyi said calmly. "Besides, if the Heavens sent her here to be killed, we might as well do the exact opposite."

"What?" Kitsune's hackles rose once again. "I have done nothing against the Heavenly will!"

"Oh it's not about you." Qian Shanyi waved the kitsune off. "It's about me."

"A narcissist cultivator. What else is new?"

"Could you please not antagonize each other?" Wang Yonghao sighed up above. "I know Shanyi can be annoying, but we are just trying to help." He lowered his voice down to a whisper, so much so that she wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear it. "And Shanyi gets a hundred times more annoying if you try…"

Qian Shanyi didn't justify his little comment with a response. Instead, she idly tapped her cheek, as they landed down on the ground. "Hmm. Far be it for me to say I could not be blinding myself, but it's easy enough to prove," she said, quickly untying her harness from his waist. "When did Bao Sheng begin chasing you, spirit?"

The kitsune rose up on all fours again, her gaze wary as the two of them approached. "Why?" she said.

Qian Shanyi rolled her eyes. "There is no reason to hide this, I will ask him as soon as I see him again. But fine. Was it two days ago? Around midday?"

The wariness in kitsune's eyes rose again. "You did this to me?" she said uncertainly.

"Don't flatter yourself. I had no idea you even existed until I met you," Qian Shanyi drawled. "Two and a half days ago I did something that made the Heavens want my head on a platter, and you are just serving as their weapon."

Wang Yonghao paused in his step. "Are you sure?..." he began.

She glanced back at him for a split moment, and then turned back towards the kitsune. For all that she was confident in her safety, it wouldn't do to be entirely careless. "What else could this be?" she said, "A spirit that could blend in as an ordinary person, one that eats people - and their cultivation - and most importantly, one that is too obstinate to tell us its problems? One that could either kill me, or strike a schism between us, Yonghao, or at the very least bring the spirit hunter down on our heads? It's almost inspired, I have to admit." She shook her head, and gestured at the kitsune. "Back in our room, you were ready to strike, weren't you? If Yonghao did not stop me from pushing you further, perhaps I would already be dead."

"It would be deserved," the kitsune growled, stepping back from them. "Don't come any closer."

Qian Shanyi stopped in her tracks and sighed. "I need some of your hair and spit," she said, "there should be a free pill bottle near our table, if you haven't shattered them all while fruitlessly trying to kill Yonghao. Collect them yourself if you cannot stomach me approaching."

Suspicion dripping from black eyes, like sap from a wounded tree. "For what?"

"To lead the spirit hunter away," Qian Shanyi explained calmly. "I do not want him snooping around, wondering where you went - I want him to have a false trail he can follow. To make one, I need your spit."

"Am I supposed to just believe you?"

Qian Shanyi rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said lazily, leaning forwards, and pulling her robes aside on her shoulder to expose her neck. "Then strike me down, if you dare."

"Shanyi!" Wang Yonghao said sharply, stepping in between them. "Can you spend a single hour without putting yourself in danger?"

"What danger?" Qian Shanyi responded, glancing at him. "If she's the sort to attack me over nothing, then I was already in danger from the moment you decided we'd help her. So let her. Go on, move aside."

For a moment, the kitsune actually seemed tempted. "This is a trap," she said.

"Of course it's a trap." Qian Shanyi said, running a seductive finger alongside her throat, over the jugular and the trachea. "There is no exit out of this world fragment without Yonghao, and for all that he is a bleeding heart, I doubt he'd leave you alive if you were to kill me right in front of him. But go on, make your choice. Let your hatred of cultivators blind you, or survive. It's up to you."

The kitsune hissed at her, but did not strike. Qian Shanyi sighed, straightened up, and fixed up her robes. "Either we are here to help you, or we are here to kill you. If it's the latter, then attack us without remorse. If it's the former, then why doubt my words? And frankly - if we wanted to kill you, we could have done it from the air."

"You want me to trust you because you didn't kill me yet?"

"No, I just want you to act with a shred of rationality," Qian Shanyi snapped. "I don't need your trust. I don't trust you, but I don't trust most people. I certainly don't trust those with centuries of blood between us. For all I know, you will tear my soul out as soon as I let my guard down. But trust is not the same thing as aimless doubt. If you expect us to betray you, fine. But sweet mercy, do not see betrayal in every single gesture."

Kitsune's eyes flickered between Wang Yonghao and Qian Shanyi, her hackles rising further. Smoke and ink drifted up from her body, shape shifting, twin tails twitching. Wang Yonghao dropped his hand on the pommel of his sword, but Qian Shanyi simply watched on calmly. At this point, this was just waiting for the boulder to roll downhill.

"Bring me out of here," kitsune finally said, shifting back into the human form of the maid. She was completely naked, and Wang Yonghao blushed profusely, doing his best to look over her head. "If you aren't lying, then bring me back to the inn!"

Qian Shanyi sighed, and shrugged, heading off to pick up a set of robes for the poor spirit. "Finally, she reasons. Just give me a moment to collect my things."

The room in the inn looked exactly the same as they had left it. Wang Yonghao rose out of the portal to his inner world, carrying the kitsune in his arms like a bride. As soon as she was out of the portal, she hopped out of his arms, and turned around, taking a defensive posture, arms wide at her sides and body leaning forwards, nose sniffing the air.

"Do not step too far into the room," Qian Shanyi warned, raising her hand, "there is a crack in the door, and they may spot you through it. And don't leave the formations."

Kitsune glanced all around the room, her gaze stopping on the window. Seconds passed.

"Well?" Qian Shanyi prompted. "If you want to flee, then flee."

"Please don't." Wang Yonghao sighed. "There are four cultivators in this building besides us. You can't fight your way out."

"I would have said we will neither help nor hinder you, but I can't vouch for Yonghao," Qian Shanyi said, "he has an occasional attack of stubborn stupidity."

"Hey!"

"In either case, I would stay out, and claim you held me hostage. Decide quickly."

Kitsune's eyes snapped to her. "What trap is this?" she asked with great suspicion, though her eyes were full of outright terror, rage having already faded away. Her entire body shook from tension, but at least she stopped growling like an animal. "Why would you help me?"

"I told you why," Qian Shanyi said, "I am not in the habit of repeating myself."

"Because we aren't evil people," Wang Yonghao said in a tired voice.

Kitsune clenched her teeth. They clattered slightly. "Do you wish to trap me? Use me like a sheep, shear me for my fur, clip my claws? I know how much they cost."

Qian Shanyi blinked. "The blindness of the ignorant. Yonghao's world fragment is worth ten thousand times more than any material we could get from your body. Wealth is the one thing we are not lacking."

Kitsune clenched her fists. "Fine," she said, sounding defeated, her eyes squeezed shut. Almost like they really were trying to skin her, and not offering her refuge at a great risk to themselves. "Fine, damn me. I'll believe you this once."

"Mhm. What's your real name?" Qian Shanyi said, "I think I deserve to know that much before I commit crimes that could get me executed."

"Linghui Mei," the kitsune said quietly.

"The name you stole from the maid?"

"I don't have any other," Linghui Mei glared at her.

"A stolen name for a stolen face," Qian Shanyi mused, "very well, Mei. Let's see if we could make you disappear."
 
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I was about to say that having this whole problem in the first place felt really stupid. But you pointing out this is happening because of Heaven is trying to fuck with them makes it better. It's enemy action, not random unreasonable problems out of nowhere.
 
So the Heavens' plan here was that kitsune are good at killing cultivators who anger them and Shanyi has a really punchable face? 😂

I also really enjoyed Shanyi going "this is what ancient legends tell us. Which means I have barely any idea what the truth is, the ancients had crap record keeping "
 
it almost feels like anyone Shanyi interacts with us either too smart or too dumb for her to get an upper hand. it's kinda funny tbh
 
Wang Yonghao immediately kicked her in the back of the head. The kick wasn't that hard, but she didn't expect it, and some of it passed through her spiritual shield. She glared up at him.

<I am not going to do that!> he signed at her in great agitation. His eyebrows were moving so much they were about to fly off his face.

She scowled up at him, rubbing the back of her head. It stung a bit. Could he not whistle instead, if he just wanted her attention? <I am bluffing. Idiot.> She signed back.
  1. Yonghao should really be used to this kind of behavior by now. Shanyi lies as easily as she breathes.
  2. Shanyi should know he didn't just kick her to get her attention.

It looked like some painter spilled all their inks in the air, a blending of shapes and colors shifting between a fox's snout and a dozen different human faces far too fast to read any individual features, to catch so much as a hint of an expression.
That sounds so cool.

"Come down here and I'll whisper what I can eat right in your ear," the kitsune responded.

"You would have to buy me dinner first if you want to bite my ears - "

"Can you just tell us if you know something, please?" Wang Yonghao interrupted her.
"You can flirt after we finish that conversation."

"Hm," Qian Shanyi said, thinking it over, "How many people have you killed?"

"How many steam buns have you eaten?" The kitsune snarled again.
She must be an enemy of the Joy Star Sect.

"Ten thousand buns - that is how many I have eaten," she said, raising her voice, "but you had not killed ten thousand men, for if you had, the spirit hunter after you would have been a golden core powerhouse. So how many?"
"And I gave you a rhetorical answer," but aware of what the word "rhetorical" means.

"Kalesherdek kra, I will tear your throat out as soon as you descend!"
Shanyi has that effect on humans, too.


So the Heavens' plan here was that kitsune are good at killing cultivators who anger them and Shanyi has a really punchable face? 😂
Don't be ridiculous. Shanyi's face has very little to do with how punchable she is.


It feels like she's making big assumptions about Fluffy's age. For all Shanyi knows this is a 6-month-old kitsune.
There are at least a few different versions of East-Asian-fox-spirit lore, and we don't know how much WInged_One is drawing from them, but I suspect that the tidbit about getting more tails as they get older has been included. Seems more likely than all kitsune having two tails Just Because.
 
Guys, the reason people outsmart her so regularly is because trying to outsmart them is always her first and last resort. She schemes as naturally as she breathes, which for cultivators whose root power is breathing so good nature bends to your will is saying something. The fact she strikes out so often is simply the nature of the odds when she's batting for every ball thrown her way.
 
Well yes, but it's striking if she's not just being outmaneuvered by master manipulators, but also by people who are just straightforward and too dumb to quit.
 
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