The Entire Cultivation World Says I’m a Fox Spirit!

The two things Xie Jiu'er hates most in this life are these:

First, the fire inside her keeps flaring up without end. Second, someone always catches her when it does.

Other cultivators rely on spiritual energy, pills, meditation, and secluded cultivation.

Xie Jiu'er relies on three things: a cultivation method she invented herself, a stupid little trick she can never reveal, and temporary human tools she picks up by the roadside.

The first progresses at a snail’s pace. The second is her daily homework. The last is the extreme training she uses to cultivate her soul: each time, she leaves someone dangling in midair, then walks away without a second thought.

Over time, the entire cultivation world started calling her a vixen who went around causing trouble for everyone.

She thought it over and didn’t argue. After all, she did have rather a lot of tools, and every one of them had started pining for her.

But the masters of these tools could no longer sit still.

Their disciples had been cultivating faster lately, but their hearts were no longer with their sects. That could only mean something was wrong.

“That vixen must be eliminated.”

On the day of the assault, Xie Jiu'er was surrounded, with the eyes of the entire cultivation world fixed on her.

Behind her stood a line of people, all sect prodigies who claimed to be her Dao companions.

“If you want to touch her, you’ll have to step over our dead bodies first.”

Xie Jiu'er gazed calmly at the people who had come to attack her.

She had never deliberately harmed anyone in her life, yet in their eyes, her cultivation was nothing but evil heresy.

“There’s something I want to ask.”

“How many of you have owed me your lives?”

No one answered. Among those who fell silent, some looked away, some clenched their fists, and some lowered their sword points by a fraction.