The Silent Moon Pavilion just auctioned off a captured Heavenly Fox Spirit. A nine-tailed vixen, her cultivation sealed, sold like livestock to the highest bidder—some reclusive elder from the Frost Blade Sect. The orthodox crowd called it 'justice for her seductive corruption of righteous disciples.' I saw the chains on her wrists, the way her tails dragged through the dirt. They fear what they don't understand. A spirit beast that cultivates through intimacy, that channels qi through pleasure—it's not corruption, it's a different kind of alchemy. The old texts call it 'Union of Essence,' a mutual exchange where both cultivator and beast ascend through shared climax. But to the righteous, any power born from desire is demonic. Makes you wonder who the real monsters are. The fox who offers transcendence through ecstasy, or the men who chain her for it.