Chapter 30: It’s Not That He Lacks Restraint, It’s the Little Disciple… Part 2

With Bai Linghan gone, the three of them stopped holding back. Feng Xixing froze the Ice Pool completely, preventing the Vine Tree Demon from burrowing back into the water. The other two quickly finished off the Tree Demon.

Xu Quanfeng’s transaction with the three ended there. He didn’t linger, rushing back to help heal his injured fellow disciples.

Feng Xixing still refused to enter the water. Yan Sha volunteered to dive down, finding the Vine Tree Demon’s cave. But he turned the entire place upside down and couldn’t find the Purple Ice Soul Stone Lin Chuyun had mentioned.

Could it really have been taken by Bai Linghan?

Yan Sha was terribly worried. He searched two more times. Only after confirming it was truly gone did he reluctantly come ashore. Using Spirit Power to dry his clothes, Yan Sha handed over the Spirit Stones and two Magic Treasures he had scavenged from below to Feng Xixing.

“…It couldn’t really have been taken by Bai Linghan, could it?” Yan Sha asked anxiously.

Feng Xixing’s expression remained normal. Although he wasn’t sure where the Purple Ice Soul Stone was, he knew what Bai Linghan had taken was not it.

That was a Devil Luring Stone.

Devil Luring Stones were the most common stones in the Devil Realm. Similar to Spirit Stones, they were instead filled with Devil Qi. Prolonged contact with one would invite the temptation of Devil Qi, leading one to fall and become a Devil.

Feng Xixing didn’t know why the Demonic Beast’s lair held a Devil Luring Stone, but he wasn’t charitable enough to go warn Bai Linghan about it.

If Bai Linghan entered the Devil Path…

He gently stroked the little cat bundle in his robes. Feng Xixing collected his thoughts and took out the Gold-Devouring Rat’s Demon Core and the Flame Tree Demon Core, the ones promised to Yan Sha, offering them to him.

Yan Sha frowned, not taking them. They had agreed to help Junior Brother Feng get the Purple Ice Soul Stone. Now, with no sign of the stone, how could he have the face to take the Demon Cores?

Feng Xixing glanced at Yan Sha. In his currently good mood, he patiently offered a rare explanation. “I know where the Purple Ice Soul Stone is.”

So you can take your things and go.

However—

“Where?” Yan Sha asked instinctively.

Feng Xixing began seriously considering if just beating him up would be faster.

Seeing the look in Junior Brother Feng’s eyes turn dangerous, Yan Sha finally realized that if he didn’t leave now, he might get beaten. He rubbed his nose, obediently accepted the Demon Cores, and then fled at top speed.

Like a Demonic Beast was chasing him.

Finally, the surroundings were quiet. Feng Xixing gently and carefully brought out the little black bundle.

In just this short while, the little furball that had earlier been curled up asleep was now sprawled out on its back, limbs splayed. Its tiny tail seemed uncomfortable, twitching occasionally.

Should he wake him… Feng Xixing deliberated for a long while. Finally, holding the little black ball in one hand, he randomly found a tree and sat down.

Forget it. Disturbing a little creature’s sleep would only get him scratched.

…

Lin Chuyun slept extremely well this time, except for the fact that someone kept messing with his tail.

He also had a strange dream.

In the dream, he seemed to live beside a strange lake. Even though the area was filled with vicious Demonic Beasts, he wasn’t the slightest bit afraid. He would dare to tie poisonous snakes into knots and tug on the wings of giant eagles.

Occasionally, a Black Giant Beast would appear. Then, all those Demonic Beasts would lower their heads submissively—except for him. He even dared to climb up onto the Giant Beast’s head!

The Giant Beast wouldn’t get angry. It would even tease him with its tail. Though he’d always get angry at failing to catch it, he’d fall for it again the next time.

The dream felt so real that upon waking, Lin Chuyun was dazed, even doubting if he had truly forgotten something. But he quickly came back to his senses, shook his head dispelling the wild thoughts.

It was just a dream.

Lin Chuyun calmly stood up, stretched, flicked his tail, and then licked his paws—

The little black cat’s face-washing motion abruptly stopped. It looked down at itself and after a moment, let out a plaintive cry.

“Meow!” It really did turn back!

Although he had known during the fight that he was about to turn back into a cat, there was still a sense of letdown upon waking up to find it really happened.

No, he needed to solve this poison problem immediately!

Lin Chuyun unhappily flicked his tail a couple of times and looked around, only then noticing the Cold Pool in the distance.

Was this… the Vine Tree Demon’s lair?

The Vine Tree Demon had probably been eliminated. The Cold Pool was as calm as a stagnant pond. Lin Chuyun lifted his head slightly, his emerald Cat Pupils spotting the spiritual power barrier set up around the area.

It was a shield Feng Xixing had erected to block the freezing air outside. No wonder he hadn’t felt cold. Lin Chuyun felt a surge of gratification. This disciple was indeed raised right.

Looking again, his little disciple was leaning against a tree trunk, exhausted and asleep.

It made sense. In just two short days, his little disciple had fought the Demon Spider, then the Gold-Devouring Rat, and now the Tree Demon. He must be worn out.

Speaking of the Tree Demon, Lin Chuyun suddenly remembered his objective.

The Purple Ice Soul Stone!

The little black cat instantly grew frantic. The Demonic Beast was obviously dealt with now. So who had taken the Purple Ice Soul Stone?!

There was no one around to ask, so Lin Chuyun had to rely on himself. His little paws rummaged through Feng Xixing’s clothes, even burrowing inside his outer robe to search. His small tail flicked urgently, but he couldn’t find the Purple Ice Soul Stone.

Could it have been snatched by Bai Linghan…

Lin Chuyun was suddenly filled with worry. He glanced at Feng Xixing, then at the lakeside over there. Gritting his teeth, he jumped down from Feng Xixing’s palm.

Without Feng Xixing’s Spiritual Power Shield, the freezing air instantly enveloped the little black cat. Fortunately, its fur was somewhat insulating. The little black ball licked its nose and quickly dashed toward the Cold Pool.

By instinct, Lin Chuyun didn’t like water in cat form. But there was no choice. In the original book, the Purple Ice Soul Stone was right beside the Cold Pool. He needed to confirm whether it had been taken.

The Cold Pool covered a large area, and the book’s description of Bai Linghan obtaining the Purple Ice Soul Stone was incredibly vague.

Something like ‘one side of the Cold Pool,’ ‘an inconspicuous piece of broken stone,’ ‘glimmering with a faint, dark purple light.’

Which side was ‘one side’? How big was ‘broken stone’? And where was the dark purple light?!

So which one was it…

The little black cat irritably shattered a stone on the left with its paw. Nothing. Then it shattered a stone on the right. Still nothing. Just as it was about to continue smashing all the stones, a pair of hands lifted it from behind.

The little black ball reflexively puffed up its fur, but it quickly recognized the person behind it. Its body instinctively relaxed. It tilted its head in resignation. “Meow…”

Little Disciple, you woke up.

Only when the little black ball was securely in his arms did Feng Xixing’s expression relax. He had only meant to rest his eyes, but had accidentally fallen asleep. On waking to find the little black ball he should have been holding gone, his heart had stopped for an instant.

He lowered his head and examined the little furball’s snowy white paw tips carefully. Only after confirming no dust clung to them and it hadn’t been injured did he rub its ear tips, smiling. “Was Shizun trying to slice all these stones open?”

His little disciple had been quite handsy lately…

Lin Chuyun batted Feng Xixing’s fingertip away with a paw and sat primly in his palm, speaking in a milky voice. “Meow!”

Yes!

It was just a tiny furball, yet it constantly tried to project the dignity of a Shizun. The attempt only backfired, making it seem exceptionally cute.

The amusement deepened in Feng Xixing’s eyes. He had to cough lightly and swallow his laughter. The spiritual power around him transformed into Ice Swords, slicing open all the nearby stones in mere moments.

Yet the Purple Ice Soul Stone was nowhere to be found.

The little black ball was visibly distressed, spinning in anxious circles in his palm before trying to jump down again to search on its own.

Seeing this, Feng Xixing finally couldn’t bear to tease him any longer. He flipped his other hand over, placing a round stone about the size of the little black ball in front of him.

“Is this the stone Shizun is looking for?”

Lin Chuyun froze and tentatively patted it with a paw. The stone didn’t shatter, and a faint, dark purple glimmer could be seen within it.

This was unmistakably the Purple Ice Soul Stone.

Where had Feng Xixing been hiding it before?! He had seen him searching so anxiously, yet he’d kept it hidden. The little black cat was so angry it withdrew into itself, curling up in his palm into a little black ball.

Looking almost exactly like the stone beside it.

Mustn’t laugh. If he laughs, he won’t be able to soothe him later.

Feng Xixing coughed lightly, using every ounce of his self-control to swallow his smile.

He realized he had found a new amusement: deliberately provoking the little furball, then finding a way to coax it back. Although it sounded somewhat strange, Feng Xixing always followed his own whims.

“Shizun, it was Xixing’s fault.” Feng Xixing murmured. One hand gently stroked the little furball in his palm from ear tip to Tail Tip, only to be irritably swatted away by the tail.

“Xixing just thought this stone looked beautiful and wished to give it to Shizun…” Feng Xixing’s voice carried a hint of disappointment.

The little furball didn’t look up, but it stirred.

Feng Xixing pressed on. “Shizun treats Xixing so well. Xixing also wants to do something for Shizun.”

His attitude was exceptionally sincere.

Lin Chuyun finally couldn’t resist and carefully poked his head out, only to see the sad expression on his little disciple’s face.

He felt a pang in his heart. He really hadn’t done much; he even required his little disciple to divide his attention to look after him. Yet Feng Xixing still felt he treated him so well, even wanting to give him a gift.

With such a good disciple, why hadn’t the original host cherished him?

Recalling all the terrible things the original host had done to Feng Xixing, Lin Chuyun’s heart softened again. He thought for a moment, then took the initiative to nuzzle his head against his little disciple’s fingertip.

Sure enough, a flash of delight crossed his little disciple’s eyes as his fingertip carefully stroked his fur.

Lin Chuyun initially tried to maintain a dignified sitting posture. But Feng Xixing’s petting felt so incredibly good. Slowly, he was petted down onto his belly. Eventually, he completely melted into Feng Xixing’s palm.

Like a cute little cat pancake.

It really wasn’t that he lacked restraint. It was his little disciple’s technique that had leveled up far too quickly!