I am an ordinary fox cultivating immortality, with fiery red fur and bright eyes, living in a dense jungle. Being a fairy is actually very sad. You don't do any bad things. You may not be able to succeed if you practice Qian'er for eight hundred years. Even if you succeed, you can only be an earthly immortal, managing a small land. Those who are born as monsters will be discriminated against. That's still a good thing. Therefore, there are far more monsters who go astray than those who are dedicated to cultivating immortality. My grandfather, grandmother, father, and mother all died one after another. Gradually, I had no relatives, so I began to wander. Because I was young and knew little, apart from foraging for food every day I practiced cultivation, without any distracting thoughts. The days passed peacefully and time seemed dispensable.