Who Touched My Tail!

1 - Entrusting the wrong person

Ch.1 – Today... It seemed like something was different

Xue Ling's head ached horribly, and his entire body was sore. It felt really terrible, like he had been run over by a car.

He groaned and whimpered in bed, unable to find the strength to move. Finally managing to save up some energy, he opened his eyes.

Everything seemed to be black and white, dim and unclear, showing just how bad the state of his body was.


A pair of small black round beads showed up in his line of sight, and a large-palmed snow-white fox familiarly slapped his cheeks: "Hello, host." The voice was soft and gentle, and not like a fox at all.

Xue Ling had a mild desire to roll his eyes, but really didn't have the strength. Fortunately his soul was strong, and he was able to straightforwardly communicate directly with the little fox. "Help me improve my physique."

"The aftereffects of host crossing space and time hasn't gone away yet – your physique will improve immediately after it passes." The little fox stepped on the bed beside Xue Ling's head, "Host, close your eyes and recuperate a bit."

Xue Ling agreed, reflecting in his heart that it was no wonder the man from before told him to be careful before he came in. The aftereffects of crossing space and time were so serious that he was now mentally unstable and extremely depressed. In addition, his body was not good in a good state at all. Soon after he closed his eyes, he fell asleep in a daze.

His dreams were also not restful, the man's words seemed to be have all turned into written text that lingered. Although he could not remember exactly who the man was, and his figure became particularly blurred, the words he said seemed to be engraved in his mind.

"Your spirit is unstable, and it will be rather difficult to go against the fate of the world. I will first send you to the lowest level world for you to adapt. You have to try to grab some more luck. Other than the portion that is required by the Ten Directions World, you can use everything else to strengthen your spirit."

"What about my tails?"



"As long as you complete the tasks, the luck gathered by the Ten Directions World will be enough to support you, and it will help you get your tails back."

"You aren't tricking me? I don't want to be working for nothing."

"Our contract has been established. Why would I trick you?"

...

Xue Ling was a snow fox that cultivated for thousands of years. He had only needed one more step, and he would become a celestial fox.

It was just that that had already become a distant memory.

Unfortunately, fate had it's ups and downs. Thousands of years of cultivation was destroyed in a moment, and even his nine tails, were all scattered in chaotic time and space.

In order to find his own tails, Xue Ling spent a very active period of time in search of the Holder of the World, and finally he found the man... Only, the memory of what happened after that has all disappeared from his mind, what he can remember, is only the man's words..

It was impossible to rely on Xue Ling's own current strength to achieve his goals. Only by collecting luck through the completion of the tasks could he re-accumulate the strength of the soul and retrieve his tails.

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Although Xue Ling did not remember exactly why he remembered this so clearly, these were the conditions that the man gave him that he must abide by,

Obviously, he was not born the type to obey rules.

He didn't know how long he slept for, but when Xue Ling woke up again, and everything in front of him was a little clearer. Judging by the light coming in from outside, it was already nighttime.

At last, Xue Ling had more control over his body. He reached out and grabbed the little fox and said, "System, improve my body, and pass me all the information."

The little fox was asleep, and woke up suddenly when caught by Xue Ling. It was completely muddleheaded, and it took a while before he slowly moved over and put his little head against Xue Ling's forehead.

Faint light flashed inside the house, and Xue Ling's mind slowly cleared up.

His mind was crammed with a large part of the plot which needed to be processed, and he once again nestled into the quilt.

"Squeak." The wooden door was pushed open, and a little apprentice child carrying medicine quietly walked in. He carefully placed his things on a side table, and then squatted down and whispered in Xue Ling's ear, "Young master, young master, it's time for dinner. After eating, you should eat your your medicine."

Xue Ling faintly opened his eyes, eyes flashing with a fierce light. The little apprentice that was watching him cannot help but be stunned silly, hands and feet unable to move.

Their young master had always been good-looking, but usually he had a sick complexion, his eyes carried a feeling of illness, and his body seemed completely powerless, with even his eyes staying at half mast most of the time. Today...

Something seemed different.

The little apprentice's heart somewhat inexplicably began to beat a little faster.

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Xue Ling quickly veiled his eyes, and began to use his own hands to sit up, his movements a little slow and frail. His voice was weak, and he looked very ill. "Well, bring over the porridge."

When the apprentice saw that he could sit up by himself, he was so touched that his eyes turned red and the little crybaby burst into tears. "Can you sit up, young master? Excellent! I was saying that heavens must be protecting you!!! The little master is such a good person! You must be all right! "

Xue Ling lowered his eyes and did not answer him. He swallowed the porridge and drank the medicine slowly with the apprentice's help, and then waved him out.

The little book boy hesitated: "Does the young master really not need me to wait on him?"

Xue Ling shook his head and said, "Go heat up some water, I want to bathe."

The boy also shook his head quickly. "Young master, you've been ill for many days and are just getting better. How can you bathe?"

Xue Ling reached out and patted him on the head, "Your young master knows his own body, it'll be fine. Go and boil the water."

When the door squeaked shut, Xue Ling slapped this body in disgust as he said, "It is also rare to find a body as weak as this in the world."

He stuck out his tongue, face looking a little black. He really didn't want to describe the taste of the medicine he had just drunk. He had lived for thousands of years and probably never drunk anything so bitter before.

Thinking about how he was stuck with the medicine for the following period of time, Xue Ling frowned and pulled on the snow white fox beside him's fur.

The little fox flew onto the bed and looked at Xue Ling in alarm.

According to the little fox, or rather, the information transmitted to Xue Ling by the system, the worlds in which he needs to complete tasks were fictional or virtual worlds, worlds with an owner. That was to say, worlds under the governance of the Ten Directions World, but not only constrained by them. The protagonists of the stories were the lucky sons of these worlds, and Xue Ling's task was to collect these people's luck.

Because of their own innate strength, the small worlds would subconsciously gather most of its luck around them, leading to the whole world basically revolving around them. This was not conducive to the operation of the world. If something happens\ed to the protagonist, the whole world would collapse immediately, which would severely weaken the Ten Directions World. It would also affect other people's lives. Those poor cannon fodders were some of the ones that would be affected.

So the Ten Directions World had Xue Ling come and destroy their luck, and then he was responsible for recovering it.

This luck was originally scattered by the Ten Directions World. Taking it back would allow the Ten Directions World that had become fragile due to the collapse one world after another to recover. Only when it recovered could it help Xue Ling find his tails.

This was like a biological chain, where the Ten Directions World was at the top of the food chain, and the protagonists were on the bottom. In a sense, Xue Ling's job was to seize the main characters' luck.

It was very difficult to snatch luck from the children of fate. Fortunately, Xue Ling was on the Ten Directions World's side. Although the Ten Directions World was weak, after all was said and done, it was still the man world and compared with the subsidiary worlds, it was still much stronger. So, although that tasks were destructive, there was a bonus, as long as the original plotlines were destroyed and the fate of the protagonists were changed, the Ten Directions World would automatically extract the luck.

While he was improving his physique, Xue Ling roughly skimmed the plot of this current story. It was a very simple and ancient text. No wonder that man would say he needed to start from a low level world – breaking this kind of plot was not that easy.

Because he did not have enough strength, even after his body was improved, he was still a medicine-guzzling pot that had to continue drinking medicine. Even this would only allow him to live like a normal person, still sick, but not serious enough that he would be stuck in bed coughing up blood all day long and be unable to do anything else.

The original owner of this body was born into a literary family, but was very weak, having been in poor health from an early age. Having lived to sixteen years old was already a miracle. He had originally been a young master who only wanted to write for scholars, but because his parents were wrongly accused and died, the family's circumstances declined, and he had to embark on the road to the capital to participate in the imperial examination, hoping to be the first in order to rectify the family grievance in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, he was a bottomless pot of medicine, and the road to the capital was far and the roads not so easy to cross. His journey was stop and go the whole way as he was seriously ill, doubling the time of the journey. He could do nothing but watch as the imperial examination time got closer and closer while his own state had not improved. Finally, the young master sighed, and ultimately decided to hand over the family seal to his study partner, asking him to go to the capital to find a man that his family previously saved, a current general of the troops. He hoped that the general could help him once in light of the past.