Chapter 72: Why Can a Fox Eat at the Table? (Request Monthly Tickets & Follow)

“Mmmmm?”

An Sheng, hugging a small watering can and watering the tea seedlings in the courtyard, was lost in his mental wish list, his fox face showing confusion.

I didn't even give Peak Consulting any technology or crazy tricks, did I?

I just tossed sardine cans and sealed their safe and filing cabinets with casting glue.

I didn’t report their fire or tax violations via WeChat, nor did I post bad content in their client groups—so how did Peak just give up and stop causing trouble?

Peak harassed Yu Zhenghong for five months; An Sheng planned to mess with him every few days for five months too.

In fact, since An Sheng had witnessed everything firsthand, he didn’t understand the inner workings.

Peak had his head shoved into a toilet in front of all his employees, pretending to eat and drink; no matter what, to save face, he could never keep those employees on.

Even he himself would have to disappear for a while to avoid the heat—otherwise, how could he show his face again?

If he fired every single employee outright, wouldn’t the consulting firm be no different from a bankrupt one?

“Mmm.”

An Sheng couldn’t figure it out, so he instinctively scratched his itchy head with his tiny fox paw.

On his mental wish list, the recent good deeds he’d done over the past two days were displayed.

【Unemployed Summer Achieved, Wish Power +1】

【King of Paradise Achieved, Wish Power +6】

【Black Hair Given to White Hair Achieved, Wish Power +1】

【Physical Strength +36, Spiritual Intelligence +1】

【Remaining Wish Power: 8 points】

“Am I really this awesome? Knocking out one spirit beast gives me 3 wish points? That’s insane.”

“I didn’t even think they were that tough!” Over the past two days, An Sheng had either been busy attracting customers to Yu Zhenghong’s tea estate or accompanying Qing to play.

He hadn’t paid much attention to wish points; if today hadn’t suddenly completed a wish, he’d planned to use his wish power tonight for a massage.

But when he checked, he was stunned.

For the first time since Pangu split heaven and earth, he’d seen a terrifying number: +6 wish power.

The crocodile gang lurking in the Changle River had been picked up and slammed to the ground by the Fox Lord.

But without An Sheng’s intervention, as winter approached, though crocodiles don’t truly hibernate, they still need to store fat for the cold.

Once the crocodile gang came ashore, the Changping Chen clan had zero resistance—police wouldn’t help either.

An Sheng’s apparent beating of Han Yu the crocodile.

Was in fact protecting the land and its people.

+6 wish power isn’t exaggerated at all.

Had An Sheng not stopped Han Yu, the future disasters and losses would have been incalculable.

“Since… I’ve got 8 wish points now.”

“Holding onto them earns no interest, and they won’t breed!”

“Same old rule! All-in! My butt’s itchy!”

An Sheng wore a confident expression and dumped all his wish power straight into his Physical Strength.

A golden glow spread from within the little fox outward, bathing his pure white fur in radiant light—too bad this happened on a bright, sunny morning, not at night.

“Mmmmmm—”

The little fox, standing upright with his watering can, suddenly shuddered all over, a powerful, blissful tingling coursing through his entire body.

“So good! Better than gulping down a huge ice-cold Coke on the hottest day of summer.”

The euphoria hit too directly—the little fox lost his balance and tumbled off the edge of the flowerbed, his eyes glazed over.

“Mmmmm.”

“Huh?”

Yu Xueqing, hearing her fox make a blissful sound inside the house, rushed out immediately, fearing some stranger might be petting her fox.

But as soon as she stepped outside, she saw a scene that left her speechless.

The little fox lay sprawled on the ground, looking utterly relaxed, softly murmuring in delight.

On the flowerbed, there was a patch of damp soil.

“. . . Do foxes have ‘hold it’ challenges too?” Yu Xueqing stared, stunned.

Just from this scene, she could easily imagine the little fox, having held his bladder too long, had released a flood so intense it made his legs go weak and sent him tumbling off the flowerbed.

“Mmm—”

An Sheng heard Yu Xueqing’s comment and rolled his eyes at her.

What kind of nonsense are you saying? I had no idea dumping 8 wish points all at once would feel this good.

This was just an accident!

With the 8 wish points invested, An Sheng’s Physical Strength had now reached 44 points.

What could 44 points of Physical Strength do?

The only thing An Sheng could think of was that he could now go crash into a construction truck to scam some insurance money.

Or hang from a safety line and clean the exterior glass walls of skyscrapers.

Neither job was for anyone with weak luck.

“Little Dirty Fox.”

Yu Xueqing picked up the fox, brushed off the dust, and hung him on her shoulder, smiling: “Let’s go home for dinner, then I’ll take you to our ancestral hall for the festivities!”

The time was 10:15 a.m.

Today, the 23rd, Yu Xueqing’s parents hadn’t opened the tea shop—they’d gone to the Chen ancestral hall.

There was entertainment and a big feast.

Yu Xueqing planned to bring her little An to the Chen ancestral hall in Zhangxizhen for a free meal.

As for why there was a feast:

It had everything to do with the three mischievous kids who’d blown up cow dung.

Yesterday, after catching those fast-running kids and dragging them to the ancestral hall for a good beating:

The entire village was stunned to discover:

The Chen ancestors, in the early hours of 3 or 4 a.m., had scored multiple five-kills.

Around 1 a.m., they’d ridden high-powered motorcycles on the battlefield, wielding 98Ks to win chicken dinners.

One ancestor had even flown with a sword in the Tencent game.

Old Chen had gone red-hot.

So blowing up cow dung for the ancestors—was it because they’d lent you their ID numbers before?

It was supposed to be just a beating and a cleaning.

But now it had escalated to:

The parents of the three mischievous kids could only awkwardly host a full apology banquet and swear that if their kids didn’t bring glory to the clan, they’d personally fund repairs to the ancestral hall and genealogy—barely managing to close the matter.

Now, going to the feast meant watching the three little rascals recite their confessions in front of the whole village.

Yu Xueqing loved events like this.

But when Yu Xueqing arrived at the ancestral hall with her precious little An:

Chen Fengshui came up to her.

“Aqing… could you, uh… lend us your Fox Lord for a bit?”

“Huh?” Yu Xueqing frowned at Old Chen, not understanding why they needed her fox.

“We’re about to light incense—we’d like to place the Fox Lord on the table as an offering.”

Old Chen spoke with obvious embarrassment; this plan of his was slightly against protocol.

Other villagers might not know, but Old Chen knew perfectly well that Yu Xueqing’s fox had two tails.

The fox Yu Xueqing brought home.

Was a true fox immortal—the Fox Lord!

During ancestral rites…

If the Fox Lord didn’t sit at the head to receive the first incense, Old Chen feared the Zhangxizhen tea gardens would be hit by typhoons next year.

As Old Chen was thinking this:

An Sheng, curled up in Yu Xueqing’s arms, suddenly received a new wish notification.

An Sheng looked at it and nearly jumped up to curse.

Please, monthly tickets, follow-up reads, tips, and favorites.

Just heard we might make it onto Sanjiang or the little trumpet.

Haven’t been on Sanjiang in ages.

Please, dear readers, give me a kick.

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