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Chapter 98: Fox Happens

  The next evening, Tian Hao found himself on the rooftop of a building overlooking a large warehouse, its imposing silhouette looming against the twilight sky. The structure, a worn down mass of stone and decaying timber, exuded an aura of grim purpose, a stark contrast to the city’s vibrant, festive atmosphere.

  This, according to their hastily gathered intel, was the Iron Talon Sect’s local headquarters—a place where secrets were traded, alliances forged, and plots hatched under the cover of darkness. He could feel the weight of the place, the oppressive energy that seemed to seep from its very stones, a tangible manifestation of the sect’s ruthless reputation.

  He shifted his position, crouching low behind a crumbling chimney stack, his gaze fixed on the warehouse entrance below. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, acrid tang of something burning, his senses on high alert, his heart pounding a steady rhythm against his ribs.

  Jiuwei, her small form blending seamlessly with the darkening rooftops, paced restlessly beside him, her golden eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. “Careful, young one,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle rustling of the wind. “The Iron Talon Sect is not known for its hospitality.”

  Tian Hao chuckled softly, his earlier bravado now a hollow echo. “Hospitality? From them? I’d sooner expect a warm welcome from a pack of rabid spirit wolves.” He paused, his gaze sweeping across the scene below. “Still, we need to know what they’re planning. The Conclave, the ritual, Lin Mei’s family… it’s all connected somehow. We need to find the missing pieces.”

  The Iron Talon Sect controlled much of the city's underworld—the gambling dens, the black markets, the smuggling rings. Their reach extended even into the higher echelons of society, their tendrils of influence snaking their way into the halls of power.

  As he watched, a group of figures, cloaked and hooded, emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and silent. They approached the warehouse entrance, their faces obscured, their auras radiating a cold, calculated menace.

  The door, unbolted, opened inward to give a tantalizing glimpse of a dim space, where a single oil lamp cast twisting shadows across the interior. The guards moved with such confidence—not the arrogance of power, but the measured steps of those who knew the night itself offered cover. They glanced at the new arrivals, offered quick nods, and stood back to allow them entrance.

  Tian Hao recognized the distinctive insignia of the Iron Talon Sect emblazoned on their shoulders.

  “That’s them,” he muttered, his voice a low whisper. “The welcoming party. Let’s hope they leave the door open long enough for us.” He reached out, stroking Jiuwei’s soft fur, seeking a moment of reassurance before stepping back into the shadows.

  “Remember, Jiuwei,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “we’re here for information, not a fight. No heroics, no grand gestures, and definitely no… unauthorized snacking.”

  Jiuwei, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief, gave a soft huff, her tiny nose twitching.

  “Speak for yourself, mortal,” she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. “But very well, I will not bite the ankles of anyone if, for the sake of expediency, it would keep us hidden. However, you seem to constantly miss the mark, the sheer joy in the act of defiance. You cannot simply dismiss it.”

  Before Tian Hao could reply, a wave of dizziness washed over him, the world around him blurring, his senses twisting into a vortex of disoriented light and sound. The transformation was sudden, unexpected.

  He stumbled, his hands flying out to steady himself, his fingers brushing against the rough brick of the chimney stack. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat, his body feeling… different.

  The familiar weight of his robes felt strange against his skin, his limbs felt lighter, more agile, his vision sharper, more focused. He looked down at his hands, his eyes widening in disbelief. They were no longer his own.

  They were paws, small and delicate, covered in soft, silver fur.

  He was now a fox—a tiny, fluffy, silver fox, perched precariously on the rooftop’s edge.

  “What in the heavens…?” he stammered, his voice a bewildered squeak, the sound both comical and terrifying.

  Jiuwei chuckled, a soft, purring sound that echoed in his mind. “Well, little fox, it seems your shapeshifting ability has… awakened. Or,” she added with a sly grin, “perhaps my presence has finally rubbed off on you.”

  Tian Hao, his mind racing, his new, tiny heart pounding against his ribs, looked at Jiuwei, his voice a mixture of panic and disbelief. “What did you do?! Change me back! Right now! We don’t have time for this!” he hissed, struggling to maintain his balance on four paws, his earlier anxiety replaced by a surge of pure, unadulterated frustration.

  “I did nothing,” Jiuwei replied, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement, though her voice held a hint of something more serious. “Your body is merely… adjusting to the gift I bestowed upon you. It’s a natural, if somewhat… inconvenient, side effect of your newfound ability.” She paused, then added with a touch of pride, “Though, I must say, you do make a rather fetching fox.”

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  “Fetching?!” Tian Hao exclaimed, his voice rising in exasperation.

  He felt… fluffy, each twitch of his new form a confusing mix of discomfort and bizarre wonder. “This is not the time for compliments, Jiuwei! We have a mission, remember? How am I supposed to infiltrate the Iron Talon Sect looking like this?!”

  His attempts to walk only made him wobble precariously on the rooftop’s edge, his paws slipping on the smooth tiles, his balance far less stable than it had been just moments before.

  “Calm yourself, little fox,” Jiuwei said, her voice soothing. “Perhaps this… transformation… is not as inconvenient as you think. Who would suspect a tiny, harmless fox of being a spy? Use this to your advantage, and trust your instincts. You’d be surprised at what you can achieve when you embrace your… inner beast.”

  Tian Hao, his panic slowly subsiding, took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He looked down at his paws, flexing them experimentally, getting a feel for his new form. He had to admit, there was a certain… novelty to being a fox. He could feel the wind ruffling his fur, the subtle shift in his balance, the heightened sensitivity of his senses.

  He glanced at Jiuwei, a mischievous grin spreading across his—or rather, its—face. “Alright, Jiuwei,” he said, his voice still a bit squeaky, but filled with a newfound determination. “Let’s do this. Time to embrace my… inner beast. Though,” he added, his grin widening, “I might need a few pointers. After all, I’m new to this whole… fox thing.”

  Jiuwei chuckled, a soft, rumbling sound that warmed him, though the fox’s ears twitched slightly, whether from amusement or irritation at his enthusiasm he couldn’t yet tell.

  “Indeed. The first rule of being a fox: always use your cuteness to your advantage. It’s a surprisingly effective weapon, one you will soon be all too comfortable with.”

  With that, Jiuwei hopped onto the ledge and vanished, only to re-appear on the path below as she had previously, her tail flickering, a silent invitation for Tian Hao to follow.

  Jiuwei darted into the darkness, her tiny form a blur of silver against the cobblestones.

  Tian Hao, his heart pounding, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer novelty of his new form, scrambled to follow. He leapt from the rooftop, his landing less than graceful, his paws slipping slightly on the damp ground. He stumbled for a moment, nearly falling, before regaining his balance, his tail twitching nervously as he adjusted to this smaller, more agile body.

  He scurried after Jiuwei, his paws padding softly on the cobblestones, the night air cool against his fur. He glanced around, his fox senses picking up details he’d never noticed before—the subtle shifts in shadow, the faint scents of distant alleys, the rustle of unseen creatures, a hundred little details that painted a rich, intricate world, even in this city’s darkest corners.

  He followed Jiuwei through a maze of narrow passageways, each one darker and more ominous than the last. He scurried under overturned carts, squeezed through gaps in crumbling walls, and leaped over puddles of stagnant water, his movements becoming more confident with each passing moment.

  “Almost there, little fox,” Jiuwei whispered, her voice a guiding presence in the darkness. “Just a little further. Stay close, and whatever you do, try not to draw attention to yourself. Though I doubt your natural… charm will be of much use in your current state.”

  They reached the warehouse, its towering form looming before them like a silent behemoth, its stone walls bathed in the pale glow of the moon.

  Tian Hao, his fox heart pounding, hesitated for a moment, peering up at the imposing structure. He could hear the muffled sounds of voices from within, the clang of metal, the heavy thud of crates being moved.

  Jiuwei, sensing his apprehension, nudged him gently with her nose, an almost reassuring gesture that spoke of her trust in his ability to see this mission through. “Come, Tian Hao,” she murmured, her voice a calm ripple against his chaotic thoughts, “we don’t want to miss the show.”

  She darted toward a small, almost unnoticeable crack in the warehouse wall, her tiny form slipping through with ease.

  He followed, scrambling, his claws scraping against the rough stone as he squeezed through the opening, the confines tight, his fur bristling as he felt the rough stone catch in his new fur.

  He emerged into a dimly lit storage room, his senses immediately assaulted by the thick smell of stale ale, dust, and something else… something acrid, metallic, that made his nose twitch.

  He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, his body still trembling slightly from the lingering surprise of his transformation. He could feel his enhanced senses prickling, every muscle in his new body tense and ready.

  Barrels and crates were stacked haphazardly around the room, their surfaces covered in a thick layer of grime, their contents hidden beneath faded labels and hastily scrawled markings. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale ale and dust, a faint, metallic tang clinging to everything.

  Cobwebs draped the rafters, thick as shrouds, their delicate strands shimmering faintly in the dim light that filtered through cracks in the walls. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional scuttling sound and the distant echo of voices from beyond the room’s heavy wooden door.

  Jiuwei, her form a shadow amidst shadows, beckoned him forward with a flick of her tail. “This way, little fox. And try to be quiet. These mortals have surprisingly sharp ears.”

  They moved stealthily through the room, weaving between stacks of crates, their paws making no sound on the dusty floor.

  The storage room was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets. Every corner held the potential for discovery—or disaster.

  They reached the door, its heavy wooden planks reinforced with iron bands, a clear indication that whatever lay beyond was meant to be kept hidden.

  Tian Hao, his new, heightened fox-senses, however, honed in on a familiar voice—a voice he recognized from the alleyway confrontation. Qian Zhi, the Iron Talon disciple, a threat now close enough to reach out and touch.

  He pressed his ear against the door, listening intently, filtering out the background noise as he struggled to decipher the conversation unfolding on the other side.

  He heard: "… preparations are complete, the Shroud’s Thorn secured."

  Then another, a voice heavy with authority, as though delivering a speech. “The Skyward Lotus whelp suspects something, and that vixen, Lin Mei—she’s more dangerous than we anticipated. We underestimated them. Take them out. Quietly. The Conclave is the perfect opportunity. Too many distractions, too many witnesses. Blend in. No direct attacks, not yet. Let the city swallow them whole.”

  "Understood," a chorus of voices responded, chilling in their unified intent. "They will not interfere with our plans. They will become another whisper in Skyveil's crowded streets—gone, forgotten, their warnings unheard."

  “Our allies will see to it. If necessary, we’ll… encourage the other sects to… address… the problem.” He heard laughter.

  Jiuwei, her senses sharpened to a razor’s edge, nudged Tian Hao, her tiny body radiating a warning.

  "Time to leave, little fox," she urged. "We have what we came for, the rest can wait."

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