Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"I'm counting on you for the guardian stuff."

Ah Qing took out the Treasure Mushroom and Spirit Particle Potion, glanced at the little fox while speaking, and also picked up the cola placed on the stone path earlier, handing it to the little fox.

But before handing over the cola, Ah Qing took out a Spirit Particle Potion, placed it at the mouth of the ice-cold canned cola, and injected a dose of Spirit Particle Potion into it.

"...You're not even hiding it now when you spike the drink?" Ansheng looked at the doctored cola, took it, inserted a straw into the bottle mouth, and couldn't help but tease Ah Qing.

"You wouldn't let me prick you, and you said you'd call dad to report me if I trick you..."

Ah Qing almost couldn't hold it in upon hearing this, his face darkened as he reached out to pinch the fox's cheek.

"In such cases, I would usually recite a line like 'I'm trying to trick you kindly, why must you be so ungrateful and ask questions?'..." Ansheng took a sip of the spiked cold cola, chuckled, and replied.

"Not joking with you anymore..."

Ah Qing rolled his eyes at the little fox, took a deep breath, picked up the Spirit Particle Potion, jabbed it into his arm, and injected it into his body. Ah Qing started to Spiritualize.

In his Spiritualized state, Ah Qing's appearance didn't change or become beast-like.

The only change might be in his eyes, which went from clear to slightly out of focus.

Under Ansheng's curious gaze, Ah Qing held the Treasure Mushroom in both hands close to his chest.

"Treasure Mushroom!"

Following Sun Xingyao's instructions, Ah Qing tried to sense the Treasure Mushroom's "existence," frowning, his face turning red, and subconsciously uttered a low shout.

But the so-called new armor did not materialize as expected.

"Hmm?"

Holding his can of cola, Ansheng seemed to notice something, his eyelids twitching, as he reminded Ah Qing: "Ah Qing, try swearing a little, seems your mushroom likes a bit of roughness..."

During his attempts to sense the Treasure Mushroom, Ah Qing noted no spirit particle waves or reactions around it, as though it was a dead object.

Until.

At the final exertion stage, when Ah Qing couldn't hold his breath anymore, he exclaimed, and the Treasure Mushroom gave a shake.

Of course.

The Treasure Mushroom lacked any intelligence, responding only with instinct from its genetic lineage.

Its true shape changes were likely triggered by the Power of Will Ah Qing emitted during his emotional fluctuation.

"Try imagining one morning, when you wake up, you see me slyly shifting my butt trying to sit on your face..."

"Then after that, I use your phone to order thirty cups of cola on a delivery app. But I don't drink them, just knock them over beside your nightstand, deliberately spilling them, then swimming in the cola pool..."

Ansheng chuckled mischievously, picking things that would make Ah Qing's blood pressure spike.

High-sugar beverages, once dried, leave behind a sticky feel, like a thick phlegm.

If this stuff sticks to a living creature and it runs around the house, it would be pure purgatory.

"Ah!?"

Ah Qing looked taken aback, instinctively glancing towards Xiaolan sitting on the stone, with a questioning expression.

"Well... wouldn't you feel uncomfortable?" Ah Qing pondered, glancing at Xiaolan as he asked:

"The sugar water mats your fur, turning you from a plump little fox into a white rat..."

Ansheng and Ah Qing exchanged looks, both falling into silence simultaneously.

What Ansheng described was indeed quite terrifying.

But... if it were Xiaolan, Ah Qing imagined he might first take a photo to cherish rather than get angry.

After all... Ah Qing once told Xiaolan, Huhu shouldn't bathe daily as it could cause skin itchiness, flaky skin, and fungal infection.

On regular days, wiping paws, washing face, and using leave-in foam at night should suffice.

But the little fox didn't listen, always tugging him to the bathroom, seemingly obsessed with cleanliness.

If he ever saw the little fox messy once, Ah Qing reckoned he would find it quite interesting.

"Then... shall I gnaw your phone charger cable tonight?" Ansheng probed.

"Just stay safe, don't end up electrocuted turning into a dusty teddy bear..." Ah Qing advised.

"..." Ansheng's breath caught, slowly casting a questioning look at Ah Qing: "What kind of iron-blooded soul are you?"

"Since you forced me into this, then... I'll have to give you the full intensity!"

Ansheng looked sternly at Ah Qing and announced, "I plan to invite Lai Foo tonight, take it to the village's dry toilet, then invite it over to our place!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Ah Qing's expression froze. Suddenly, a blush surged up his neck, spread to the back of his ears, as if an old kettle was boiling over, making a "woo-woo" sound.

Lai Foo was good, just particularly fond of snacking.

The hellish scenario the little fox depicted was something Ah Qing didn't dare to imagine, only felt his blood pressure rapidly rising.

"Splosh..."

And just after Ah Qing uttered "You wouldn't dare," his emotions hit a threshold in his mind.

The Treasure Mushroom shivered all over, seeming scared, or as if receiving some command, rapidly switched from energy-saving mode to armor mode, turning into a pool of sticky black water.

The black water flowed up along Ah Qing's arm, covering his entire arm, rising up to his shoulder, and settled as a protective collar at the back of his neck.

"...Xiaolan, my head feels a bit dizzy."

The transformation of the Treasure Mushroom was instantaneous, with Ah Qing still arguing with the little fox one moment, the next, the armor was initially covering, making him feel the world spinning.

Ah Qing felt like something was emerging from the ground within his mind, his brain throbbing, his whole being as if caught in surging waves.

Dizziness was the first sensation, followed by a feeling that the earth beneath his feet turned into a bowl of tender egg custard, something he couldn't steady himself on.

"Ah!"

Ah Qing fell on his backside, while around him, including Ansheng perched on the rock, began floating into mid-air in a gravity-defying pose.

"Why am I also floating up?"

Ansheng's face was dark with lines as he hovered, maintaining a squatting position with his butt up, holding the cola, with its contents all pouring out of the bottle mouth into floating black droplets.

From Ansheng's perspective.

Spiritual Particles swirled, seemingly drawn towards Ah Qing as they flocked into his body.

Ah Qing began to glow, transforming from a dim phosphorescence into a light that illuminated his surroundings.

"Xiaolan..."

"I think I can see something..."

Ah Qing's right arm was covered with a black gauntlet; feeling its weight, he instinctively supported himself, covering his dizzy head with his left hand, beads of cold sweat coating him:

"No... not seeing, but sensing, a light map unfolded before me."

"There are some red markers on it, but their energy reactions are very faint. I can see them..."

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