The Years When I Walked Between the Yin and Yang Realms

I am a mountain child from a minority ethnic group. When I was 5 years old, I accidentally fell off a 100-meter-high cliff, but I was intact when I landed. Until I found a portrait from the roof of my wooden house that was more beautiful, more elegant and charming than a modern female star... I asked my dad, and he said he hid it. Because my father is a carpenter and a painter, that very charming portrait was of a nine-tailed fox he encountered by chance when passing through the wild mountains. In exchange, my father used his 50 years of life to paint a portrait of a nine-tailed fox to change my life. So before I was 8 years old, my father left Hexi... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.