You are a big fox with a fluffy tail, the youngest nine-tailed fox in your clan. All you want is to attain immortality and be revered by the masses. You want your fox descendants to enshrine you in a temple and kneel before you in devotion every day.
After getting drunk, an elder of the fox clan tells you, the most promising fox of your generation, the story of his youth. He gave up his cultivation to save someone, and was only one step away from becoming an immortal.
You scoff at him. You are a fox spirit, and according to the way stories are written, you were born to drain the life force from mortals. As for mortals, what do I care if you die?
You battle an evil dragon, swearing to skin it alive and tear out its tendons so you can use its cultivation to attain immortality. Sadly, you lose by a hair. Not only are you forced back into your original form, but the dragon steals your heart.
On a rainy night, a scholar saves you. Once, on another rainy night just like this one, you saved a human child. And according to the usual clichés of folk tales, this scholar is, of course, the child you once saved!
It seems fate has arranged everything. I saved you when you were little, and now you can help me attain immortality. So you decide to make this mortal your first target and drain him dry!
You and the mortal share a heart, feeling his sorrow and joy as your own. For the first time, you, untouched by the mortal world, experience human happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
So, when it comes to love, you still lose by a hair. Everyone sees through you. You want to be a bewitching fox spirit who steals souls, but being a fox spirit takes talent, and it is obvious you have none!
In the end, you become the very fool you once looked down on, letting someone deceive both your body and your heart. For the scholar, you not only exhaust your cultivation, but also wait for him to be reborn so you can continue your relationship in another life.
When you finally find the scholar's reincarnation, he has already begun cultivating the Heartless Way. Hah. The righteous are often lowly dog-slayers, while the faithless are usually scholars.
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When Yao Bu Jin was young, he got lost deep in the mountains. Dark clouds gathered, and a sudden downpour sent him tumbling down a slope, where he sprained his ankle. Fortunately, a spirit fox came to his rescue.
Born into a powerful family, he appears to be a spoiled young master who knows nothing, spends his days with Taoists, and is obsessed with finding true immortals. In secret, he is ruthless, eliminating one by one the rivals vying with him for the position of family head.
Though he lives in luxury, there is little he can truly call his own. Ever since his brief encounter with that spirit fox, he has been unable to forget him. So he decides to figure out a way to make him his.
A sharp-tongued, secretly soft-hearted, arrogant pursuer x a possessive, broodingly devoted lover who must have whatever he wants
Neither lead is perfect.
The fox is the pursuer.
Told in third person.
This is the next one I'll write.
Saved on September 24, 2026.
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