My sister and I are vixens who have practiced transformation for thousands of years. I heard that the spiritual energy of those who practice immortality can nourish the fox body. With a little use of tricks, my sister turned the passing monk in Tsing Yi up to Fox Mountain, and he was fascinated. And I am a well-known loser in our fox clan, and I have only been able to take on the form of a human for so many years. Fortunately, luck came my way. When I went out to look for food, I picked up a seriously injured Qingyun Sect disciple. Others say that the disciples who cultivate immortality are the most ruthless. My sister and I still gave our hearts and souls. But three full years have passed, with little effect. That day, my sister finally couldn't stand that one anymore. In the dead of night, she held my hand and said, "He won't let me absorb any spiritual energy. What about the one at yours? Do you want to change it?" I pondered for a moment, thinking of the big ice cube at home, and clenched my fist, "If you change it, I will change it!" Later I heard that the ancestor of the No. 1 Sect in the world couldn't find a Taoist monk and went crazy every day in the sect. The eldest brother of the Sword Sect followed him like a demon and filled the room with portraits of the same person.
