Chapter 161 - System vs. System (XI)
Chi Xiaochi said sadly, “Master said he liked me. I didn’t realize it was only my flesh that he liked.”
061 : “……”
He was so incapable of arguing that he chose to keep his mouth shut.
But once a teacher, always a father. When a father wants his son to go in and serve him, Chi Xiaochi has no choice but to go in with a plate.
The little cat on the couch, paws tucked in, looked at him with tilted eyes the colour of precious pearls soaked in water.
…… pupil colour is a lazy and warm grey-blue.
As Chi Xiaochi froze slightly, the white cat arched its back, stretched slowly and then crouched down, looking up at him in a good-natured manner.
In contrast to the pure blackness of Mr. Coal, his master was the opposite extreme, without a single grey hair, except for the black pads of his plum-shaped claws, which were so pure that there was no hint of colour on his body.
Only the eyes were the same, right down to the gentle light in them.
If he hadn’t had his wits about him, Chi Xiaochi would have thought that his boss had followed him all the way from the last world.
Chi Xiaochi dismissed any unnecessary thoughts and picked the cat up on his lap, bathed him, wiped his body with a soft cloth, made his fur warm and fluffy with a cleansing spell, fed him hot goat’s milk, and then took a cork comb and gently groomed his long, soft fur.
The kitten is very obedient, does not make a fuss, does not scratch even in the bath, just treads water and plays tamely, very dignified, does not forget to groom itself carefully when grooming its own milk moustache, is a good self-reliant and self-sufficient cat.
Chi Xiaochi, while being dutiful to his master and grooming him, muttered to 061 in his mind, “Teacher 6, is this a spirit animal? It’s not even rich enough to make a dessert with a bigger dog.”
061 said, “…… he can swordplay.”
Chi Xiaochi drifted off, “Yeah oh, that too.”
After a while, Chi Xiaochi measured its length with his hand again and said sadly, “Teacher Six, Master is only this small, I am afraid that one day when I get up in the night, I will accidentally trample it to death.”
061 : “It won’t, don’t worry.”
Chi Xiaochi : “Is this considered teachericide?”
061 : “…… doesn’t count.”
Chi Xiaochi is quiet again for a while.
About two minutes later.
”Sixth teacher.” Chi Xiaochi continued to worry, “Master is too small, how did he survive when he didn’t cultivate his human form? When I go out and meet those bigger spirit beasts, I’m afraid to lose my hair as a toothpick.”
Tolerating no more, there was no need to tolerate any more, and the Master gave him an open-mouthed nibble on the leg as a warning.
This reinforced Chi Xiaochi’s fears: “Look, Mr Six, it doesn’t even hurt when it bites.”
061 : “……”
061 Already regrettable.
He only considered the fact that the cat was comfortable to hold, not too threatening, easy to get close to and at the same time of being in the same cat family as the black panther from the last world, with a similar temperament, just enough to suggest Chi Xiaochi about the coal bosses.
But he had missed Chi Xiaochi’s brain.
If I had known that, I should have turned into a white tiger and gone to the pond every day to catch fish.
…… is really pissed off.
On the other side, Chi Xiaochi is holding the cat and thinking, “This is so nice.
Wen Yujing’s master met Wen Yujing when he was travelling around the world and brought him back to the mountains so that he could have a home to run around in, but he couldn’t make decisions for his boss.
I wonder if the owner is still following Ding Qiuyun, or has left the team and has his own female leopard?
Thinking of Wen Yujing’s light fur and elegant appearance, he took advantage of the kitten’s squinting eyes to look pleased with himself and said to 061, “I wonder what the boss looks like when he becomes human.
061 At the tone of his voice, his heart softened and he was just about to speak when he heard Chi Xiaochi say to himself, “Probably a big man with chest hair.”
061 : “……”
Chi Xiaochi : “Huh, why don’t you say something, Mr. Six.”
061 Deep breaths.
Life is a drama, and we meet because we are meant to.
I am not angry with others, but I am angry with no one.
The little white cat in Chi Xiaochi’s arms adjusts itself, twitches its ears, and when he removes his hand, gently nuzzles his index finger with its front paws and nuzzles its head against his palm, rubbing it tenderly.
It was a full-on gesture of trust and dependence, something the boss used to do when he was a baby panther.
Chi Xiaochi is a little surprised and looks down at him, but he looks sleepy enough to turn his head to Chi Xiaochi’s waist and belly and crawl up and down on his little paws, finally settling on Chi Xiaochi’s chest as if he has found a reassuring nest and crouches down on his back, looking as if he is going to sleep peacefully.
Chi Xiaochi, whose heart had just been electrified by the gesture, said nothing more.
He lies flat on the soft couch, his fingers gently stroking the top of the milkcat’s soft forehead.
The kitten soon fell asleep, pressed against his heart.
It seemed that he would not be able to leave this night.
Luckily, the bed is wide enough and quite soft. Chi Xiaochi’s bones felt a little crispy as he lay flat on it.
He exclaimed, “This bed is quite comfortable.”
061 Think, just for you, and be comfortable.
Chi Xiaochi looks down at the kitten in her arms.
He asks 061: “Does it dream of eating a whole fish dinner when you sleep with me.”
061 Laughs softly.
I’ll fight to make an effort and dream of you, he thought.
A man and a cat, each with his own thoughts, fall into a deep sleep.
It’s just that some people are destined to be sleepless tonight.
After Yan Jinhua returned to Yuguangtan, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more stifled he became.
He thought back on everything that had happened today, trying to find the human element of manipulation, but there was nothing wrong with the logic except that in the tower forest, Duan Shujue had broken through on his own without greeting him in a slightly unusual way.
He lost the opportunity that should have been his almost as a matter of course.
This made him even more angry than if he had been robbed outright.
If he had been robbed, he would have been able to make some excuse, such as that his opponent had played mind games and won.
But when things happen as they should, all Yan Jinhua’s previous efforts become a joke, as if he were a green-headed grasshopper who could not be swayed no matter how much he bounced around and ended up being trampled to death.
For Yan Jinhua, this feeling is worse than eating flies.
Duan Shujue is still the same as he was, from the passage, to the sword, to the worship of his master, he has followed the original Wen’s plot, without any breakdown of his persona, the only change is the person called Wen Yujing, who not only took his treasure pearl, but also touched the fish he had kept for ten years.
However, Wen Yujing had the upper hand and asked Duan Shujue to be his pupil, making it difficult for him to speak.
Is one going to speak up at that awkward moment and say, “Please give me back my precious pearl?
If he had pulled out the sword in the stone, he would still be in a position to bargain with Wen Yujing, but now the chicken has flown the coop, and in the eyes of the people, he is a clown who has picked up the pearl for nothing but does not know its value.
Ignoring Yan Jinhua’s gnashing of teeth, the system pursued, “Host, what are the next arrangements?”
It doesn’t care about the means by which the host gets the progress value, only how much of it they can get their hands on in the end.
At Yan Jinhua’s words, he had to bear the pain and take stock of the losses.
After the incident with the Sword in the Stone, the Sword in the Stone, which represents great fortune, was not retrieved, but the original progress had been deducted, plus the loss of the precious pearl and Duan Shujue, the more Yan Jinhua took stock, the more he felt like he was being cut by a slow knife and shivered in pain.
He said categorically, “The precious pearl has to be returned.”
The system asks, “How do I want it?”
The system is unable to provide detailed data on Wen Yujing, and there is no way to understand his nature.
Yan Jinhua said, “Isn’t Duan Shujue right beside him? I have been kind to him, he will not fail to help me.”
When the system thought about it, it made sense, so it continued, “And then what?”
Yan Jinhua gritted his teeth, “Read the book!”
Yan Jinhua briefly summarised the reasons for this defeat, concluding that he had suffered from a lack of Wenhua.
I have had such a smooth ten years myself, and have long planned the script for the sword-drawing revolt, that I didn’t pay any attention to the progress of the plot of the original book.
Anyway, when he succeeds in drawing his sword, any original book setting will have to stand aside and there will be no need to read it in detail.
Unexpectedly, God’s providence, coupled with his opponent’s protagonist’s aura, forced him to scrap his script altogether, and he couldn’t think of a better chance to flip the script other than to carefully study that book, The Immortal Sailor King.
He lit a lamp and stayed up all night, reading hard, revisiting all the settings he despised in the early days, and pinching his nose to take notes.
The next day, he went to Hueshou Peak, where Wen Yujing lived, to look for Duan Shujue, but after searching up and down the mountain, from dawn to dark, he was unable to get in and was bitten by mosquitoes.
Yan Jinhua went to Chi Yunzi and told him that Duan Shujue had left something at the fishing pond and he wanted to send it to him. He wanted to give it to Duan Shujue. Since they had known each other for so long, they had been very close, and now that they had left each other, they missed each other so much that they wondered how he was doing.
After Yan Jinhua had finished expressing his feelings, he stared hopefully at Chi Yunzi.
Who would have thought that Chi Yunzi would have said, “Your junior uncle likes to keep to himself, to be at ease, and hates to be disturbed by others. I don’t know where he chooses to cultivate. Just go back to your training. Also, Sixth Brother has a gentle nature and Duan Shujue can’t stand aggression, so don’t say that he will be bullied.”
Yan Jinhua was so angry that his liver ached and he mumbled curses all the way out the door after being reprimanded by Chi Yunzi for telling him to behave himself and train well, not to waste his talent.
Had it not been for the accident when he took the sword, would the old thing dare to talk to him like that now?
Unable to do anything else, he returned to the fishing pond and continued to study The Immortal Sailor, only a little more restlessly, unable to resist cursing when he saw episodes he had detested in the past.
Finally, having survived the stinky and long phase of treasure hunting for him, his spirits lifted and he turned a few pages quickly, his dusty memory finally returning a little.
…… is Tokyu Mountain!
Oh yes, and this opportunity!
In the original book, Duan Shujue takes Chi Yunzi as his teacher, and is devoted to his monkhood, digesting the sword skills left behind by his ancestors.
However, the thirty or so people disappeared into Tokyu Mountain.
Chi Yunzi also sent his third master with a hundred cultivators to investigate the situation and meet the group, again without return.
Eventually, Duan Shujue, who had the sword in the stone, volunteered to go.
And it was there that Duan Shujue met the future Black Scorpion Demon King.
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