Fox Pet - Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The character Yin Ling actually didn’t have much ink in the book.
As one of the catalysts for the villain’s fall, she only appeared a few times early on.
The descriptions of her were mostly that she was an annoying female cultivator, spoiled rotten by the Feixing Sect’s Sect Master, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and going around doing evil.
But…
In the memories I inherited, Yin Ling before the age of five would heal birds with broken wings, release butterflies that her senior brothers caught to please her, and carefully help ants move…
Everything changed after her father died.
In the grown-up Yin Ling’s eyes, her Shizun was the best person in the whole world.
No matter what mistakes she made, he would help clean up.
No matter what she wanted, he would help her get it.
Shizun even told her that the Feixing Sect was the head of all sects, and she was the future Sect Master of Feixing Sect.
The entire cultivation world should naturally grovel at her feet.
This made Yin Ling increasingly arrogant and blind to everything.
A perfectly cute and sweet girl was deliberately led astray.
Killing with flattery.
No doubt about it.
But how do you go from flattering someone to the point where their temperament completely changes, and they even start viewing life as nothing? How is that achieved?
This question didn’t trouble me for long.
Because on the first day back at the sect, my good Shizun gave me the answer.

Chapter 5

“Ling’er, you were delayed in returning from your trip down the mountain this time. Do you know how worried your Shizun was?”
In the majestic immortal hall, an immortal-like figure with an ethereal aura stroked his beard and frowned at me.
He looked just like a concerned elder.
If not for the fact that he kept urging me to take the pill.
“The previous medicine, by counting the days, should have been finished. Your health is poor; this Life-Preserving Pill cannot be missed for even a day. These are ones your master newly refined.”
“Ling’er, you haven’t taken today’s medicine yet, have you? Take one pill first.”
I looked at the box of Life-Preserving Pills on the table, surrounded by purple mist, and raised an eyebrow.
I didn’t expect that after coming here, my original abilities would follow me as well.
My original world could also be barely considered a cultivation world.
But where I came from, cultivation was very difficult, and most cultivation families had already started switching to opening companies and doing business.
Due to the thin Spirit Veins, having a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator in a family was already an incredible feat.
I was born into the Shen Family, and coincidentally, my name was also Yin Ling.
The Shen Family was a pill-making clan, at the very bottom even among the bottom in terms of cultivation.
To support the family, my dad opened a pharmaceutical company.
By luck, we rode the tide of the times, and the company quickly took off.
My dad became a Fortune 500 CEO, and I was fortunate enough to become a rich second generation.
Originally, I was prepared to live a life of luxury and indulgence.
But on the day I turned eighteen, I unexpectedly awakened abilities that only my ancestors possessed.
One was the ability to see through pill properties, and the other was the skill of controlling furnace fire.
This was even more incredible than reaching Foundation Establishment Stage.
My dad was so happy that he took me back to our hometown overnight to pay respects at the ancestral grave.
The accident happened then, too.
The car flipped, and I transmigrated into this book-the very cultivation novel my best friend Lin Wu gave me.
Fortunately, I had glanced at it a few times in the car and had some understanding of the later plot.
Unfortunately, I transmigrated into a cannon fodder villain even lower than the malicious supporting character, doomed to die right from the start.
“Ling’er, take your medicine quickly.”
My Shizun’s voice sounded again in the immortal hall.
As gentle as in my memories.
But if you listened carefully, you could detect a hint of impatience and urging.
I lowered my eyes, stroking the wooden medicine box.
A box full of pills.
The purple mist, visible only to me, nearly obscured the pills completely.
Hmm, a deep purple.
Highly toxic.
Some Life-Preserving Pill-more like a Songming Pill!
It seemed that I, this cannon fodder, even if I didn’t die at the hands of the villain, would sooner or later die from this Songming Pill.
“Click.”
I closed the lid of the wooden box and smiled sweetly at the person seated on the dais: “Shizun, I’ll take it later.”
Mu Feng paused, clearly not expecting me to refuse his command.
“Ling’er.” He frowned slightly, then as if remembering something, nodded at me. “Very well, just remember to take the medicine later.”
“Yes.”
If at this point I still harbored any wishful thinking, planning to toss the medicine away or bury it once back,
then that night, when a bone-eroding pain swept through every meridian, I immediately understood why my good Shizun had been so agreeable.
With trembling hands, I opened that box of Songming Pills and, ignoring the poison, stuffed one into my mouth.
As the ant-biting, bone-eroding pain gradually subsided, my mind grew muddled beyond belief, and illusions appeared before my eyes.
A violent emotion suddenly engulfed my entire body, and I uncontrollably pulled out the soft whip at my waist.
…
When I came to, the room was in shambles.
Shards covered the floor, the floorboards were split, and the tables, chairs, and stools were all broken.
Only the box of Songming Pills remained completely intact.
I finally understood why a perfectly normal person would undergo such a drastic change in temperament.
The pill also contained a mind-disturbing drug.