I Am Your Natural Enemy

The Fourth Great-uncle Master then introduced another Taoist priest.

”This is Bian Baozheng Daoist from Qingcheng. He happened to have business with you, so he came along.”

The Fourth Great-uncle Master’s explanation was brief, but Wen Yan understood. Anyone who came at this moment couldn’t claim they were only representing themselves.

If they could come, that definitely meant they had communicated with Qingcheng’s people and gotten permission to handle such matters.

After all, from the very beginning, when Wen Yan asked Pei Tugou, he had already resolved that if a few White Foxes didn’t die today, this wouldn’t be settled.

If he showed mercy even once, it would be as good as encouraging others, indirectly harming his own family.

He wanted everyone to know: whoever dared to pull this kind of thing, they had better be prepared for his ruthless revenge.

Now that he had extra help, Wen Yan of course maintained polite deference as a junior.

”Thank you for making a personal trip, Daoist.”

”It’s nothing, I’m here representing Qingcheng, and happened to have matters to discuss with you.”

”Daoist Master Qing Xuzi as well—if you have business, just give me a call and tell me. There’s no need to trouble you with a long journey in person.”

”No trouble at all. Let’s handle the main affair first—our matter isn’t urgent, we’ll talk later.” Daoist Bian Baozheng waved cheerfully, and no matter how things turned out, at least what he said felt pleasant to hear.

He had previously dealt with people from Fuyu Mountain—and how to put it... it’s hard to describe.

Apart from Fuyu Mountain’s highest-ranking Grand Uncle Master, the few of the next generation who were still around each had their own issues.

But someone like Wen Yan, when their Sect Leader brought him up, would gnash his teeth, but, if there was trouble, would still let him come lend a hand without hesitation. This was the first time Bian Baozheng had seen such a case.

Their Sect Leader might be a bit eccentric, but for certain matters—especially those concerning Qingcheng—he always showed proper discretion.

If it were real teeth-gnashing hatred, there’s no way he’d let him appear in the name of Qingcheng.

No telling what exactly had happened between them.

But seeing Wen Yan’s politeness and courtesy, Bian Baozheng figured whatever happened before, it probably wasn’t their Sect Leader who had the right of it.

Their Sect Leader was indeed... hmm, unusual at times.

With people from all three sects present, Wen Yan felt half a sigh of relief inside.

He truly had come ready for a fight this time.

This time, he hadn’t brought the Scorching Sun Department, because if things went down, it wouldn’t be proper for the Scorching Sun Department to take sides.

And right now, with the jailbreak, the evidence existing didn’t actually link the White Fox directly.

The assault on the Qinling temporary camp also hadn’t involved the White Fox directly.

It all just boiled down to them trying to catch the Little Fox, so they watched Wen Yan’s movements, sent people to the Wenyan Family to snatch someone—so for now, at least, this was a private feud.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be Wen Yan coming, but a military drill notice from the Northern Military Region.

Following the map’s directions, Wen Yan arrived at the so-called entrance.

This place had no markers suggesting an entrance at all—just a clearing thirty meters across in the forest, barren and scarred, looking only like it had been used as a makeshift camp.

As Wen Yan and the rest arrived, a young man jumped down from a tree.

”Who are you people?”

Wen Yan stepped forward from the crowd and cupped his hands in greeting.

”Please relay this: visitors from Fuyu Mountain, accompanied by Wudang’s Taoist Li Qi Xue and Qingcheng’s Daoist Bian Baozheng.”

The young fox on guard was shocked at these words—people from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, three houses coming at the same time.

He dared not neglect them and didn’t bother with stuff like ’Outsiders may not enter the White Fox Clan Territory.’

Seeing the young fox dash into the woods and vanish at speed, Wen Yan silently memorized his path, and then said to the others,

”We’re here to set things straight, to theorize and reason—the necessary courtesies will, of course, be observed.”

Wudang’s Taoist Li Qi Xue, hearing this, couldn’t help but advise,

”The Hermit is benevolent at heart, which is certainly a good thing.

But these demons aren’t always like humans—otherwise there wouldn’t be a saying about subduing demons and evil spirits.

When needed, you must act with thunderbolt means.

Sometime I’ll send you a book—stories of our sect’s founder back in the day.

The Hermit could take it for reference.”

”Many thanks, Daoist. I’ve always wanted that kind of book, but with so much online, I can’t tell what’s real or fake.” Wen Yan replied courteously.

The Fourth Great-uncle Master watched from the side, nodding again and again.

Only the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor’s eyelids twitched slightly, but in the end said nothing.

After waiting over ten minutes, the young fox demon who’d gone in came back out, gesturing respectfully.

”This way, honored seniors, please.”

Wen Yan glanced at Li Linlin, and Li Linlin subtly nodded; Tong Si, who was following, also nodded.

Wen Yan nodded to the Fourth Great-uncle Master, who then walked at the front. Wen Yan also handed that token to the Fourth Great-uncle Master.

This kind of directional item, limited to a certain place, was useless to him now under these circumstances.

All he needed to do was follow along.

As they traveled through the mountain forest, Wen Yan sensed a strange feeling similar to entering a Domain.

This was a standard Domain you entered through a process.

Back at the chemical plant Domain, you entered through the water—that wasn’t the same as this time.

Here, it was like stretching out that one step into the Domain into a long distance—the whole process belonged to that first step out.