Chapter 889: Chapter 219: Calamity Star
The Little Bear whimpered, wanting to turn away and eat some fish.
Slap!
Fang Che mercilessly slapped the bear on the head, with full force and without hesitation.
It made the little guy dizzy, sitting on the ground, only to be lifted by Fang Che to stand properly once again.
"Stand properly!"
Fang Che swiftly drew out a cold sword, lifting the little one’s chin with the blade: "Don’t move! Be still! Listen to my questions!"
The Little Bear was so scared that its soul seemed to fly away, obediently standing there, its back legs trembling constantly.
Its black and white eyes flashed with fear, making a whimpering sound to placate.
"Speak! How did you get here?"
"Speak! Why have you shrunk?!"
"Speak, did you lure those venomous snakes outside?"
"Speak!"
The Little Bear stared with confused big eyes, looking pitifully at Fang Che, with its mouth open, dumbfounded.
"Woo woo woo..."
The little guy looked pitifully.
"..."
Halfway through the interrogation, Fang Che himself felt deflated.
This damn... Am I an idiot, talking to a bear.
But something about this seemed strange and mystical.
This bear was definitely the one Fang Che saw in the "Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan" of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect and had received many benefits from him.
Fang Che had seen this guy shed fur several times at least!
The black bear back then, without exaggeration, weighed eight or nine hundred pounds for sure, and after the final transformation, it weighed over a thousand pounds.
But now...
Just a dozen pounds in its juvenile state? Even a newborn bear is bigger than that, right?
"What the heck!"
Moreover, when I entered the "Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan", it somehow happened to encounter this bear, which could still be said as a coincidence.
But to encounter it again in this Yin Yang Realm.
This is no coincidence!
And, this time it must have come by itself!
The question is how did it find me?
The world is so vast, how did such a little guy that looks as if it just came from its mother’s womb, accurately find me?
And what’s the deal with the snakes and insects attacking?
The Little Bear stood there pitifully, chirping in confusion and fear, looking miserable.
Not daring to move yet unable to hold on.
Sitting down abruptly but hastily pushing itself up to stand again.
Tears shimmered in its eyes.
It couldn’t understand why the kind person it had finally found was being so harsh on it?
I like you so much, I love being around you, don’t you like me? You are my closest kin.
Seeing Fang Che return from his thoughts and look down.
The Little Bear urgently chirped a flattering call, full of hopeful eyes intently fixed on Fang Che, tears rolling in its eyes.
Fang Che sighed softly, rubbing his temples, feeling headachey.
Interrogating this little guy seems pointless; even if this little creature knew what’s happening, I just can’t understand a bear’s language.
But what to do now?
Seeing his attitude slightly relax, the little fellow immediately reads the room, clinging to his leg and chirping mournfully, rubbing its head up and down his leg vigorously.
Its eyes shining with flattery and attachment.
Fang Che was speechless: "Damn, looks like I’ll have to keep this little thing for now."
He threw out a fish: "Eat up."
The Little Bear cheered, lunging to bite the fish.
Then froze, looked back at Fang Che, hesitated a little, but nonetheless carried the fish back in front of Fang Che, and pushed it forward with its paw, it was clear: you, kind person, eat first.
Fang Che nearly burst into laughter from frustration.
Is it trying to bribe me with my own stuff?
"You eat!" Fang Che rolled his eyes.
With permission, the Little Bear cheered, biting into the fish, juices splashing as it devoured it contentedly, visibly delighted and satisfied.
The Little Bear, weighing just a dozen pounds or so, finished off a ten-plus pound fish in no time.
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
The Little Bear pitifully tugged at Fang Che’s pants leg.
"Not enough?"
Fang Che was astonished.
"Chirp chirp..."
"Not full yet?"
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
Fang Che’s eyes widened.
This creature is a little glutton.
The fish weighed a good fifteen pounds, while this little guy weighs only fourteen or fifteen pounds, yet it swallowed the entire thing and still isn’t full? Is that stomach connected to the universe or something?
Fang Che tossed out another large fish.
This one was even bigger, nearly thirty pounds.
Now let’s see how you eat this one.
Incredibly, the Little Bear quickly gobbled it up, patting its rounded belly with its little paws triumphantly before waddling back to Fang Che’s feet.
Then hugged him tightly.
Rubbing its head on Fang Che’s leg, its eyelids drooped—full now, it wanted to sleep.
Fang Che twitched at the corner of his mouth, grabbing the little one’s nape, lifting it to weigh it a little.
The weight has increased... now it’s around twenty-five or six catties.
But... it doesn’t match with the weight of those fish.
Where did all the extra weight go?
Then these things in the stomach, after half a day they’d be gone with one excretion, right?
"...I came in here to experience a life-and-death ordeal, and ended up raising a pet?"
Fang Che felt strange.
This... truly is a peculiar situation.
He placed Little Bear in the room, casually spread some dry straw for the little guy to sleep on.
Fang Che continued to go out and work.
He arranged firewalls around, gathered the dead snakes and other creatures together, and hurled them into the lake to feed the fish.
Only after doing this did Fang Che realize how many he had killed in just one night.
Tens of thousands of catties of snake and insect carcasses were piled into the lake by him.
In an instant, they could see with the naked eye how fish from all directions were gathering towards this area!
Leaping high into the sky for a look.
He saw that beneath the water, stretching hundreds of meters in diameter, was densely packed and dark.
All was fish.
From a distance, clusters of dark shadows were rushing continuously toward this direction...
Fang Che observed.
"Next time when throwing, I need to throw further and more scattered."
This lake now essentially serves as his granary, so the more fish, the better, and the fatter, the better.
Over more than a year, Fang Che repeatedly dived in to search for more Water Spirit Grass. However, he had scoured the bottom completely and never found another piece of Water Spirit Grass.
Fang Che wasn’t disappointed. Such Heavenly Treasures were a rare blessing to consume even once in a lifetime.
Attempting to eat them continuously... would be a bit too greedy.
Fang Che always considered himself not very greedy, though sometimes he desired to have more or take more, but this should be a natural instinct, not greed... right?
Especially when being with True Sect members, like back when they had the Water Cloud Sky Fruit, he instinctively thought it was a pity that such a treasure fell into the hands of True Sect folks...
By nightfall.
The night descended.
The little bear that had been rolling around and playing on the grass started to grow anxious, constantly moving closer to Fang Che.
Its eyes looked at the dim forests around, making whimpering sounds.
It seemed to be alerting Fang Che: Danger is imminent!
"This has got to be the trouble you brought upon us!"
Fang Che was both amused and annoyed, slapping the little bear, making it roll over.
Little Bear whimpered as it climbed back up, rubbing its eyes in grievance.
Suddenly its body froze...
Hissing sounds came from afar.
Rustling in the grass...
A large wave of snakes and insects had arrived again.
Fang Che lit a fire stick and ignited the bonfire.
It seemed to form a target.
The surrounding noise abruptly increased in urgency and volume.
A stench wafted over from afar, while Fang Che used his Divine Sense to maintain an ice-cold calmness in his heart.
It seemed that many of those large snakes, much more than last night, had arrived today as well.
Fang Che first gripped his sword.
Again it was a night of slaughter, starting almost as soon as it got dark, with the attacks from the snakes and insects being much stronger than the previous night.
Moreover, tonight there were many more giant pythons as thick as water buckets or casks, no less than a few hundred had come.
Currently, Fang Che was only at Third Grade Martial General cultivation, engaging in continuous combat with no Elixir Pills for replenishment; after three hours, he was finally compelled to ignite the pre-prepared firewalls once more.
Diving into the center of the firewall, Fang Che plunged into the pool, taking deep breaths in the water.
Fang Che hadn’t anticipated that consuming the Water Spirit Grass when he first arrived, which transformed his body to be as capable underwater as on land, would grant him such a critical reprieve for high-intensity continuous combat.
For seven consecutive nights.
Fang Che survived amidst relentless battles.
The number of snake and insect bodies he tossed into the lake reached such terrifying numbers that Fang Che couldn’t count them—anyway, at times, he’d throw in tens of millions of catties in a single day.
Not to mention, from those super giant snakes that were as thick as a doorframe, he sometimes collected or discarded over two thousand of their Snake Pearls and inner cores.
He tossed all of them into the Space Ring.
On the seventh day.
When he saw a dozen giant pythons, thicker than the house he had built, rushing from the distant mountain summit, Fang Che finally felt somewhat at a loss.
He grabbed Little Bear and shook it hard: "Bro! Bro, what on earth did you do?! Did you freaking dig up the Snake Clan’s ancestral grave?"
Little Bear, shaken so much that its short and chubby body nearly fell apart, looked at Fang Che with its big eyes, adorably clueless.
Anyway, no matter how you ask, its face would always be filled with a "I dunno" kind of confusion.
Fang Che was at his wit’s end. Watching those dozen or so super giant pythons rush in like an avalanche, his face twisted.
It seemed his little home couldn’t be saved.
Each of these giant pythons weighed at least tens of thousands of catties.
How the heck is one supposed to fight this?
Their scales were each larger than a washbasin and at least two fingers thick, tough enough that even smashing them with a Big Hammer would only leave a white mark.
Though Fang Che thought himself quite badass, he knew he wasn’t a match for these giant pythons.
The snakes moved at an incredible speed.
In a roaring descent from the summit, countless large stones along the way were flattened, many trees were directly broken off at the waist, the ground and mountain shook; in just moments, they had stormed straight down from the distant mountain.
Thick clouds of dust rolled towards Fang Che’s little house.
Fang Che gnashed his teeth, glancing hatefully at Little Bear.
"Looks like I got screwed by you, having to leave my home so miserably..."
Little Bear whimpered happily, hugging his leg.
