Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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# CHAPTER TEN: The Road of Greed
The hunger inside her roared with fury at the thought of leaving them. But the colder part of her mind—the strategist's mind her mother had drilled into her since childhood—whispered caution. The Wei clan had survived this long. They had hidden for years. What was another season of hiding while she grew stronger?
*You cannot save them if you are dead,* the voice reasoned. *Every dead fox is a dead empire. Every foolish charge is a wasted tail.*
Su Ling's claws dug into the stone floor of the cave. The vision still flickered behind her eyes—the hidden city in the western peaks, the flutter of the Wei banner. Her mother's banner. The banner that had flown beside her own family's during festivals and weddings and alliance ceremonies. The Wei fox lord had wept when her mother married. He had called her "little sister."
If she abandoned them now, she would never forgive herself. If she charged to their rescue now, she would die. The choice seemed impossible.
But greed was never about choosing between two options.
Greed was about taking *everything*.
An idea began to form in her mind—mad, dangerous, and utterly fox-like. She turned to Huo. "The Hunters are using the Wei as bait. They expect me to come running. They expect an emotional, desperate rescue attempt."
Huo's ears twitched. "And you intend to give them one?"
"No." Su Ling smiled, and it was not a pleasant expression. "I intend to give them something better. I intend to give them what they *want*—but not in the way they expect."
She paced the cave, her mind racing. "The Hunters' Song has been sung. Every hunter in the realm knows my scent now. They'll be converging on the Wei fortress within days, maybe hours. But that's my advantage. They expect prey that runs. They expect prey that hides. They don't expect prey that hunts *back*."
Huo's ancient eyes studied her with new interest. "You speak of turning the trap inside out."
"Every hunter has a weakness," Su Ling said slowly, thinking aloud. "They're arrogant. They hunt in packs. Each one wants the glory of being the one to bring me to the Emperor. That greed—that competitive hunger—can be used against them."
She stopped pacing and turned to face him fully. "How many Hunters are coming?"
"At least a dozen within the first day," Huo said. "More within three. The Song spreads like wildfire through their ranks."
"A dozen." Su Ling calculated. "A dozen divided is not a dozen at all. They'll break formation to chase me. They'll split up to be the first to claim the prize."
"You intend to pick them off one by one."
"I intend to do more than that." Her third tail tingled with anticipation. "I intend to use their own greed to feed mine."
---
The plan was simple in theory and terrifying in execution.
Su Ling would fly toward the Wei fortress—but not directly. She would follow the river valleys, staying low and visible enough to be tracked. When the Hunters came, she would lead them through the narrow mountain passes, where their numbers would be forced to narrow. And there, in the bottlenecks, she would turn and fight.
Not to kill them all. That would be impossible.
But to kill enough. To feed on their qi. To fuel her transformation.
"I need a dozen kills," she told Huo as she prepared to leave. "A dozen hunters to fuel the third tail. But I only need to kill one or two in each pass. The rest will chase me deeper into the mountains."
"And when the survivors realize what you're doing?"
"By then, it will be too late." Her eyes gleamed. "They'll be exhausted, separated, and panicking. And I'll be stronger with every kill."
Huo nodded slowly. "It is a hunter's strategy turned against the hunters. But there is one thing you have not considered."
"What?"
"The Wei clan themselves." Huo's voice grew grave. "They do not know you're alive. The last they heard, the entire royal family was executed. When they see you approach with Hunters on your tail, they will not know whether to trust you or kill you."
Su Ling's ears flattened. She hadn't thought of that. "I'll send word ahead. A messenger."
"Any bird or beast you send will be intercepted by the Hunters. They've already laid deadfall traps along every approach to the Wei fortress. Their magic webs cover the sky."
"Then I'll find another way to prove myself to them." She squared her shoulders. "When the time comes, I'll show them something only a true fox of the royal line could know."
Huo raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
Su Ling's smile returned. "My mother's favorite trick."
---
The first Hunter fell within hours.
He was young—younger than most of his kind, probably eager to prove himself. He had separated from his pack, thinking he could outflank her through a narrow ravine. A classic mistake. Su Ling had laid her own trap in the ravine, a simple illusion of her scent trail leading deeper into the rocks.
When the Hunter rounded the corner and found himself facing a dead end, realization dawned too late.
"Hello," Su Ling said from above, perched on the cliff edge. "You must be new."
The Hunter snarled and reached for his weapon, but she was already moving. Her second tail lashed out, wrapping around his weapon arm and yanking him off balance. Before he could recover, she was on him, her claws tearing through his throat and silencing a scream before it could be born.
The qi that flooded into her was hot and sharp, like swallowing fire. She gasped at the sensation, feeling it course through her meridians. It was different from the corrupted qi she had absorbed from the corrupted fox. This was pure. Clean. Bright.
*This is what the Emperor fears,* she realized. *This is what we've always been capable of.*
She collected the Hunter's badge—a silver medallion embossed with a hunting horn—and slipped it into her sleeve. Proof of her kills. A trophy for her growing collection.
*Six more,* she thought as she vanished into the rocks. *Five. Four.*
---
Her second kill came as the sun began to set.
A pair of Hunters had tracked her to the edge of a cliff, where she appeared trapped. They approached cautiously, weapons drawn, expecting a fight. What they found was an illusion—a copy of her, crying and trembling at the edge of the drop.
"We've got her," one of the Hunters said, satisfaction thick in his voice. "The fox is cornered."
"Don't be so sure," the other warned.
But the first Hunter was already advancing, his greed overriding his caution. He reached for her—and his hand passed through empty air.
Behind him, Su Ling emerged from her concealment and struck.
The second Hunter saw her coming and raised his blade, but her second tail deflected the blow while her claws carved into his shoulder. He staggered back, bleeding, and she pressed her advantage. She was not fighting like a fox—not dancing and weaving as her mother had taught her. She was fighting like something older. Something more predatory.
She was fighting like a *queen*.
The first Hunter turned to join the fight, but his partner had already fallen. Su Ling spun, her third tail—still not fully formed—thrashing with hunger. She caught the first Hunter's weapon with her second tail and ripped it from his grasp.
"Tell me," she breathed, her face inches from his. "Does the Emperor dream of the day he killed my mother? Does he see her face when he closes his eyes?"
The Hunter spat at her.
Su Ling snapped his neck.
Two more kills. The qi flooded through her, and she felt something *shift* inside her. The pressure in her core had grown unbearable. Her third tail was writhing now, desperate to emerge, to grow, to claim its place beside the others.
But she couldn't complete the transformation yet. Not here. Not in the middle of a hunt.
*Not until I'm safe,* she told herself. *Not until the time is right.*
---
By the second day, the Hunters had realized they were being hunted.
The surviving members of the pack had regrouped, and they were no longer chasing her blindly. They were moving with coordination, sending scouts ahead and keeping their numbers tight. They had learned their lesson.
But Su Ling had learned too.
She had learned that greed was not just an emotion. It was a *force*. A current that flowed through the world, pulling beings toward what they desired most. And she was learning to ride that current.
She found the Hunters' scout first—a thin, quick man who moved through the trees like a ghost. She didn't confront him directly. Instead, she planted a false trail leading toward a dead end, then circled around and waited.
When the scout returned to report his findings, he found his pack already dead.
Su Ling stood among the bodies, her tails swaying behind her. Five hunters. Five silver badges. The hunger inside her had grown ravenous, and she could feel her third tail straining against its limits.
The scout turned to run.
Su Ling let him.
Let him spread the word. Let the Hunters know that the fox was not prey—that she was something worse. Something they should fear.
*Fear makes them careful,* she thought as she moved deeper into the mountains. *But careful hunters are still greedy hunters. And greed always makes mistakes.*
---
On the third day, Su Ling reached the western peaks.
The Wei fortress was hidden in a valley between three towering mountains, its walls carved into the living rock. From the air, it would be nearly invisible—a natural extension of the mountain itself. Only someone who knew where to look would spot it.
But the valley was not empty.
Su Ling crouched on a ridge overlooking the approach, and her heart sank. The Hunters had already arrived. A dozen of them, maybe more, camped in a loose semicircle around the fortress's entrance. They had not attacked—yet. They were waiting.
Waiting for her.
*They're patient,* she realized. *They know I'll have to come eventually. They're willing to wait days, weeks if necessary.*
And behind the fortress walls, the Wei clan was trapped. They had seen the Hunters arrive. They knew what was coming. And they couldn't escape.
Su Ling's hands clenched into fists. She had killed five Hunters, but there were still too many. Even with the element of surprise, she couldn't take them all at once.
She needed a different approach.
Her eyes drifted to the fortress walls, and she saw it—a small flag, barely visible above the ramparts. A fox with three tails, embroidered in white silk. The personal banner of the Wei clan lord's daughter, Wei Yu.
Wei Yu. Su Ling's childhood friend. The only fox her own age who had ever been allowed to play with her without bowing.
Su Ling's heart ached at the memory. Wei Yu had taught her how to hide her tracks in snow. Su Ling had taught Wei Yu how to lie without laughing.
*If she's still alive in there,* Su Ling thought, *then there's a chance.*
She pulled the silver badges from her sleeve—five shining medals, each one representing a dead Hunter. She arranged them in a pattern on a flat rock, then sat back and waited for nightfall.
When the moon rose over the western peaks, Su Ling gathered her qi and sent a whisper through the air. It was a fox trick—an old one, passed down through generations of her family. She pitched her voice to a frequency only those with fox blood could hear.
*Wei Yu,* she called. *Wei Yu, can you hear me?*
For a long moment, there was silence.
Then, barely audible, a response.
*Su Ling? Is that really you?*
Su Ling's tails trembled with relief. *It's me. I'm coming to get you out.*
*There are Hunters all around us,* came the reply. *We can't fight them all.*
*You don't have to fight.* Su Ling's smile was cold and sharp
The hunger inside her roared with fury at the thought of leaving them. But the colder part of her mind—the strategist's mind her mother had drilled into her since childhood—whispered caution. The Wei clan had survived this long. They had hidden for years. What was another season of hiding while she grew stronger?
*You cannot save them if you are dead,* the voice reasoned. *Every dead fox is a dead empire. Every foolish charge is a wasted tail.*
Su Ling's claws dug into the stone floor of the cave. The vision still flickered behind her eyes—the hidden city in the western peaks, the flutter of the Wei banner. Her mother's banner. The banner that had flown beside her own family's during festivals and weddings and alliance ceremonies. The Wei fox lord had wept when her mother married. He had called her "little sister."
If she abandoned them now, she would never forgive herself. If she charged to their rescue now, she would die. The choice seemed impossible.
But greed was never about choosing between two options.
Greed was about taking *everything*.
An idea began to form in her mind—mad, dangerous, and utterly fox-like. She turned to Huo. "The Hunters are using the Wei as bait. They expect me to come running. They expect an emotional, desperate rescue attempt."
Huo's ears twitched. "And you intend to give them one?"
"No." Su Ling smiled, and it was not a pleasant expression. "I intend to give them something better. I intend to give them what they *want*—but not in the way they expect."
She paced the cave, her mind racing. "The Hunters' Song has been sung. Every hunter in the realm knows my scent now. They'll be converging on the Wei fortress within days, maybe hours. But that's my advantage. They expect prey that runs. They expect prey that hides. They don't expect prey that hunts *back*."
Huo's ancient eyes studied her with new interest. "You speak of turning the trap inside out."
"Every hunter has a weakness," Su Ling said slowly, thinking aloud. "They're arrogant. They hunt in packs. Each one wants the glory of being the one to bring me to the Emperor. That greed—that competitive hunger—can be used against them."
She stopped pacing and turned to face him fully. "How many Hunters are coming?"
"At least a dozen within the first day," Huo said. "More within three. The Song spreads like wildfire through their ranks."
"A dozen." Su Ling calculated. "A dozen divided is not a dozen at all. They'll break formation to chase me. They'll split up to be the first to claim the prize."
"You intend to pick them off one by one."
"I intend to do more than that." Her third tail tingled with anticipation. "I intend to use their own greed to feed mine."
---
The plan was simple in theory and terrifying in execution.
Su Ling would fly toward the Wei fortress—but not directly. She would follow the river valleys, staying low and visible enough to be tracked. When the Hunters came, she would lead them through the narrow mountain passes, where their numbers would be forced to narrow. And there, in the bottlenecks, she would turn and fight.
Not to kill them all. That would be impossible.
But to kill enough. To feed on their qi. To fuel her transformation.
"I need a dozen kills," she told Huo as she prepared to leave. "A dozen hunters to fuel the third tail. But I only need to kill one or two in each pass. The rest will chase me deeper into the mountains."
"And when the survivors realize what you're doing?"
"By then, it will be too late." Her eyes gleamed. "They'll be exhausted, separated, and panicking. And I'll be stronger with every kill."
Huo nodded slowly. "It is a hunter's strategy turned against the hunters. But there is one thing you have not considered."
"What?"
"The Wei clan themselves." Huo's voice grew grave. "They do not know you're alive. The last they heard, the entire royal family was executed. When they see you approach with Hunters on your tail, they will not know whether to trust you or kill you."
Su Ling's ears flattened. She hadn't thought of that. "I'll send word ahead. A messenger."
"Any bird or beast you send will be intercepted by the Hunters. They've already laid deadfall traps along every approach to the Wei fortress. Their magic webs cover the sky."
"Then I'll find another way to prove myself to them." She squared her shoulders. "When the time comes, I'll show them something only a true fox of the royal line could know."
Huo raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
Su Ling's smile returned. "My mother's favorite trick."
---
The first Hunter fell within hours.
He was young—younger than most of his kind, probably eager to prove himself. He had separated from his pack, thinking he could outflank her through a narrow ravine. A classic mistake. Su Ling had laid her own trap in the ravine, a simple illusion of her scent trail leading deeper into the rocks.
When the Hunter rounded the corner and found himself facing a dead end, realization dawned too late.
"Hello," Su Ling said from above, perched on the cliff edge. "You must be new."
The Hunter snarled and reached for his weapon, but she was already moving. Her second tail lashed out, wrapping around his weapon arm and yanking him off balance. Before he could recover, she was on him, her claws tearing through his throat and silencing a scream before it could be born.
The qi that flooded into her was hot and sharp, like swallowing fire. She gasped at the sensation, feeling it course through her meridians. It was different from the corrupted qi she had absorbed from the corrupted fox. This was pure. Clean. Bright.
*This is what the Emperor fears,* she realized. *This is what we've always been capable of.*
She collected the Hunter's badge—a silver medallion embossed with a hunting horn—and slipped it into her sleeve. Proof of her kills. A trophy for her growing collection.
*Six more,* she thought as she vanished into the rocks. *Five. Four.*
---
Her second kill came as the sun began to set.
A pair of Hunters had tracked her to the edge of a cliff, where she appeared trapped. They approached cautiously, weapons drawn, expecting a fight. What they found was an illusion—a copy of her, crying and trembling at the edge of the drop.
"We've got her," one of the Hunters said, satisfaction thick in his voice. "The fox is cornered."
"Don't be so sure," the other warned.
But the first Hunter was already advancing, his greed overriding his caution. He reached for her—and his hand passed through empty air.
Behind him, Su Ling emerged from her concealment and struck.
The second Hunter saw her coming and raised his blade, but her second tail deflected the blow while her claws carved into his shoulder. He staggered back, bleeding, and she pressed her advantage. She was not fighting like a fox—not dancing and weaving as her mother had taught her. She was fighting like something older. Something more predatory.
She was fighting like a *queen*.
The first Hunter turned to join the fight, but his partner had already fallen. Su Ling spun, her third tail—still not fully formed—thrashing with hunger. She caught the first Hunter's weapon with her second tail and ripped it from his grasp.
"Tell me," she breathed, her face inches from his. "Does the Emperor dream of the day he killed my mother? Does he see her face when he closes his eyes?"
The Hunter spat at her.
Su Ling snapped his neck.
Two more kills. The qi flooded through her, and she felt something *shift* inside her. The pressure in her core had grown unbearable. Her third tail was writhing now, desperate to emerge, to grow, to claim its place beside the others.
But she couldn't complete the transformation yet. Not here. Not in the middle of a hunt.
*Not until I'm safe,* she told herself. *Not until the time is right.*
---
By the second day, the Hunters had realized they were being hunted.
The surviving members of the pack had regrouped, and they were no longer chasing her blindly. They were moving with coordination, sending scouts ahead and keeping their numbers tight. They had learned their lesson.
But Su Ling had learned too.
She had learned that greed was not just an emotion. It was a *force*. A current that flowed through the world, pulling beings toward what they desired most. And she was learning to ride that current.
She found the Hunters' scout first—a thin, quick man who moved through the trees like a ghost. She didn't confront him directly. Instead, she planted a false trail leading toward a dead end, then circled around and waited.
When the scout returned to report his findings, he found his pack already dead.
Su Ling stood among the bodies, her tails swaying behind her. Five hunters. Five silver badges. The hunger inside her had grown ravenous, and she could feel her third tail straining against its limits.
The scout turned to run.
Su Ling let him.
Let him spread the word. Let the Hunters know that the fox was not prey—that she was something worse. Something they should fear.
*Fear makes them careful,* she thought as she moved deeper into the mountains. *But careful hunters are still greedy hunters. And greed always makes mistakes.*
---
On the third day, Su Ling reached the western peaks.
The Wei fortress was hidden in a valley between three towering mountains, its walls carved into the living rock. From the air, it would be nearly invisible—a natural extension of the mountain itself. Only someone who knew where to look would spot it.
But the valley was not empty.
Su Ling crouched on a ridge overlooking the approach, and her heart sank. The Hunters had already arrived. A dozen of them, maybe more, camped in a loose semicircle around the fortress's entrance. They had not attacked—yet. They were waiting.
Waiting for her.
*They're patient,* she realized. *They know I'll have to come eventually. They're willing to wait days, weeks if necessary.*
And behind the fortress walls, the Wei clan was trapped. They had seen the Hunters arrive. They knew what was coming. And they couldn't escape.
Su Ling's hands clenched into fists. She had killed five Hunters, but there were still too many. Even with the element of surprise, she couldn't take them all at once.
She needed a different approach.
Her eyes drifted to the fortress walls, and she saw it—a small flag, barely visible above the ramparts. A fox with three tails, embroidered in white silk. The personal banner of the Wei clan lord's daughter, Wei Yu.
Wei Yu. Su Ling's childhood friend. The only fox her own age who had ever been allowed to play with her without bowing.
Su Ling's heart ached at the memory. Wei Yu had taught her how to hide her tracks in snow. Su Ling had taught Wei Yu how to lie without laughing.
*If she's still alive in there,* Su Ling thought, *then there's a chance.*
She pulled the silver badges from her sleeve—five shining medals, each one representing a dead Hunter. She arranged them in a pattern on a flat rock, then sat back and waited for nightfall.
When the moon rose over the western peaks, Su Ling gathered her qi and sent a whisper through the air. It was a fox trick—an old one, passed down through generations of her family. She pitched her voice to a frequency only those with fox blood could hear.
*Wei Yu,* she called. *Wei Yu, can you hear me?*
For a long moment, there was silence.
Then, barely audible, a response.
*Su Ling? Is that really you?*
Su Ling's tails trembled with relief. *It's me. I'm coming to get you out.*
*There are Hunters all around us,* came the reply. *We can't fight them all.*
*You don't have to fight.* Su Ling's smile was cold and sharp