Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 259 - 258 Shelter White Fox

Hearing Zhao Fujin’s words, Chen Mo’s eyes narrowed. He immediately recalled what the old Daoist had said earlier and pinched his chin as he spoke, "Senior sister, do you know what the Spirit Fox the old Daoist was talking about means?"

Zhao Fujin shook her head and then speculated, "Maybe it’s a type of fox."

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, then squatted down, looked at the White Fox, and said, "Since you can move freely and have the ability to protect yourself, it means the injury on your leg no longer affects you. You should leave now."

The old Daoist valued the White Fox so much and spent a great deal of effort, indicating that the White Fox’s origins are extraordinary.

Chen Mo hasn’t even solved his own identity issues and doesn’t want to get involved in this matter, so it’s better to let the White Fox go.

Besides, foxes are not suitable for domestic pets.

However, Zhao Fujin was reluctant, eager to keep the White Fox, but she couldn’t take it into the palace, and ultimately, she’d have to ask Chen Mo to raise it, so she smiled, "Junior brother is right, you should return home."

But the White Fox suddenly ran over, hugging Chen Mo’s leg with its two paws, whining in a way that made it hard to understand.

"You want to follow me?" Chen Mo tried to guess.

The White Fox nodded its head.

"No, you should return home. And you’ve been out for so long, perhaps your parents are worried about you, so you need to leave."

Chen Mo pried its paws apart and waved to it.

However, the White Fox hopped and jumped around, making signs that Chen Mo couldn’t decode.

Gathering the things originally placed on the Snow Dragon Steed, he transferred them to Zhao Fujin’s horse. Then Chen Mo mounted, turned to Zhao Fujin, and said, "Senior sister, we should go. The deep mountains and forests are where it belongs."

But Zhao Fujin hesitated, showing a worried expression, "Junior brother, what if the old Daoist returns? The little guy isn’t in danger anymore..."

"No, the old Daoist must have fled, and besides, this forest is so vast, hard to find."

"Alright then." Zhao Fujin waved to the White Fox, saying, "Little guy, goodbye."

After saying that, she grabbed Chen Mo’s offered hand, mounted the horse, sitting in front of Chen Mo, embraced by him.

"Giddy up..."

With a clamp of his legs and a gentle slap, the horse immediately galloped.

Behind them, the White Fox cried out loudly. Seeing Chen Mo not turning back, its eyes unexpectedly filled with tears, before circling in place and then chased after them.

Moreover, its speed was surprisingly not slower than the horse’s.

"Junior brother, the little guy has caught up. Why don’t we take it in?" Hearing the cries from behind, seemingly filled with lament, Zhao Fujin couldn’t help but feel tender-hearted.

Chen Mo turned to look.

And seeing Chen Mo turn, the White Fox’s eyes unexpectedly lit up with joy, with happy calls coming from its mouth.

However, unexpectedly, Chen Mo slapped the horse’s rump, speeding up the pace.

The White Fox’s gaze dimmed but also sped up. At this moment, the bandage on its right hind leg was stained red with blood. Despite the pain in its eyes, it kept running, without slowing down.

It chased all the way to the outskirts of Bianliang City.

Chen Mo could no longer ride with Zhao Fujin. After dismounting, he led the horse while Zhao Fujin remained seated.

And following behind, seeing Chen Mo dismount, the White Fox hurriedly ran over, quietly trailing behind him.

"Little guy, what’s wrong?" Seeing the bandage on the White Fox’s hind leg was red, Zhao Fujin dismounted to check.

Yet the White Fox still remained silent, trailing behind Chen Mo.

"Junior brother, how odd, this little guy seems to have taken a liking to you and wants to follow you," Zhao Fujin exclaimed in surprise and then said, "Why not take it in, junior brother? This little guy has such spirit, maybe it can help you."

Chen Mo paused his step while the White Fox immediately stopped.

Seeing Chen Mo turn his head, the White Fox lowered its head, gently clawing at the ground.

He sighed deeply and then said, "It’s chased us all the way to Bianliang; I can’t refuse it anymore. Its coat is so fine, and in the capital, many nobles love it, who knows when it might get caught and skinned, made into a fur coat."

"I knew junior brother was the best." Zhao Fujin looked at the White Fox by her feet, squatted down, and said, "Little guy, did you hear that? Junior brother agreed to take you in."

The White Fox looked up, with eyes like gemstones sparkling brightly, and gently rubbed its head against Chen Mo’s leg.

...

"Senior sister, see you later."

After entering the city, they parted ways.

Zhao Fujin rode into the palace, while Chen Mo took the White Fox back to the Chen Mansion.

Arriving outside the mansion, the guard seeing Chen Mo return hurriedly informed the maid, who then ran into the inner courtyard, shouting that the master had returned, and again the master returned...

Not long after Chen Mo entered the mansion, Yi Yao brought alongside her Chun Lan, Qiu Lan, Dong Lan and a group of maids to greet him.

"Master... Master, you have returned. Not seeing you return last night, I feared something had happened, it worried me to death..."

Just newlywed, Yi Yao showed some shyness, walking up, "Master, where have you been these past two days?"

"Accompanying Fujin Empress to Shuiming County to handle some affairs."

Chen Mo waved for Chun Lan to prepare hot water for a bath, then said, "Yaoyao, have you confirmed your master’s affairs with the Xiao Mansion? If not, tomorrow I’ll accompany you to visit the Xiao Family."

Seeing Chen Mo still remembered the matter, Yi Yao’s heart warmed, then with a flushed face gently embraced Chen Mo, and said, "Master, she’s fine now."

"That’s good," Chen Mo said.

"Master, this fox is?" Qiu Lan noticed all eyes on Yi Yao, wanting attention, interjected using the matter of the White Fox.

"Saved while handling affairs, quite spirited, no matter how much I try to drive it away, it won’t leave, so I’ve brought it back."

Chen Mo released Yi Yao, pinched Qiu Lan’s cheek, saying, "Qian’Er, perfect, its leg injury isn’t healed yet, you take it down for some medicine, then find a room... no, you look after it, let it sleep with you."

"Ah..." Qiu Lan opened her mouth, seeing the White Fox at first sight, she rather liked it, but for her to care for it, maybe not.

The White Fox also began to call out and gently rubbed its head against Chen Mo’s leg.

"Master, it seems to want to sleep with you," Dong Lan teased.

"Alright, Fei’Er, then you can take care of it," Chen Mo decided, without allowing any arguments.

Dong Lan pursed her lips, but didn’t show dissatisfaction.

The White Fox’s silky, pristine coat and beautiful looks indeed attracted young women.

As for the White Fox’s cries, Chen Mo didn’t pay much attention to them.

After freshening up and having some food to fill his stomach, Chen Mo took a piece of black silk carefully selected by Chun Lan, stowed it into a brocade bag, and headed to the palace.