Meng Yixuan looked carefully at Huli Bao, who’s face had been stained red but his robes remained the same beautiful starlight silver as before.
Huli Bao flinched, he hadn’t wanted the other to see how gruesome he became during battle. Not yet at least.
Their first encounter didn’t count because he was tricked, drugged and ganged up on. The other must’ve been too busy clumsily leading them both to victory to notice the feral look in his eyes.
He understood very well himself that he sometimes goes overboard in battles, more so– especially so– when he has something to protect.
His worries were unknowingly reconciled by the others’ -thirsty- naive thoughts.
Porcelain white dyed crimson was a sight one had to see themselves to understand the true marvel, Meng Yixuan decided.
It was exactly like the scenes in every novel ever where the ML would gaze dazedly at the MC’s captivating natural rose-tinted, ever-so-kissable lips. Or how the MC would gaze at the ML’s di—
Either way, all he could really find was the beauty in it.
Also, the gaze that was focused entirely and unblinkingly on himself, the whirlpools that so easily drew him in.
It was a steel yet nervous glare that Huli Bao used to look at him, one that etched itself easily into his soul.
Seconds passed like minutes before Meng Yixuan blinked rapidly, moisturising his now dry eyes. “Ah shoot, you won!” He pouted at his loss in their staring contest.
Well, as they always say, don’t challenge an animal in a staring contest.
Huli Bao tilted his head with a soft smile reaching his hand out to poke Meng Yixuan’s jutted bottom lip, “boop.”
“Duudeee!” Meng Yixuan sputtered, “I booped your nose, not your mouth!!”
“Oh.” The sect master clearly cared so very much, you could see it in the very enthusiastic poker face he wore.
“Anyways, where’s your floof gone? I kinda miss it now!” Meng Yixuan glares at the robes–he just knew that was the other’s fur gone weird. How the hell else did it reach the same luster and shine?
“Awe, I’m devastated. How could you be so cruel? I thought we were more than just outer coats.” The fox’s flat tone as he created a heart with his hands and split it said it all.
He had spent way too much time with his sect’s tanuki, who was a very awkwardly inserted woke character in this prehistoric cultivation novel.
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“Baobao, kindly and respectfully, what the actual fuck? What happened to your personality and how in the shitting fuckery are you like nine different people at the same time?”
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“It’s the emotions.” He claimed, “every one messes with me a bit, changing it, pulling into different regions, per feeling.”
“Alright, that’s understandable.” Meng Yixuan nodded, he noted to never allow Baobao into whatever this was again, he could only handle so much of this cringe. And that was coming from him, a literal transmigrator from the 21st century.
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Meng Yixuan grinned at his thoughts before nodding at the piles of punching bags, “so what are you gonna do about these?”
“Me? Don’t you mean we?” Huli Bao stressed, unwilling to carry the torch.
“Nope, I didn’t touch any of em, they’re your baggage.” Meng Yixuan turned on his heel and high tailed it into their room.
“I- what?” The sect master sputtered in exasperation.
“And don’t forget to clean up while you’re at it! We wouldn’t want any stains on the floor or furniture.”
Huli Bao glared lightly, “so now it’s we?”
Meng Yixuan burst into soft chuckles before pointing at the bodies, “you do that, then, and I’ll help you clean the mess.”
Huli Bao nodded, deciding this was a fairer division of tasks.
Meng Yixuan stretched his hands lazily and started to circulate his qi.
Finally, his perfect housework skills would come to light, as if he hadn’t already established himself as amazing at it already.
Meng Yixuan continued to circulate the qi, using it as a replacement for music as he worked.
Huli Bao heard an occasional hum from the other as he made quick work of the mess, clearing blood from the floor and walls like it was mere water.
Hours ticked by like seconds and the sun was now high in the sky. The pair even made a nutritious lunch that Eula could digest.
Eula and the Langs finally returned from their room. Meng Yixuan wondered when they’d ever left but decided against asking.
The little family looked so wholesome that he almost teared up. Just a mother, a mama and an ickle baby.
He internally cringed in the good way before waving at them. “Come eat, we have a fun day of hunting ahead of us!” He called, taking off the apron he’d manifested into existence in a true domestic life manner.
They ate the lunch in relish, savouring the healthy goodness of it. However, the same couldn’t be said about Lang Xing, who was forced, by her mother, to teethe onto an ahogan stick, which was designed perfectly for a young beast with sharp teeth.
After their meal, and clearing up, the five went to the door and Meng Yixuan took this as a chance to cheekily ask, “Shall we depart?”
The door burst open before them, with a teeny tiny help from Meng Yixuan’s qi, which he used to coax the wind to follow his will.
Five beasts in human clothing– Meng Yixuan considered himself an honorary beast at this point– marched out in synchronised strides towards the sunset.
“Hei Jie, I’m going to go pick some lavaberries. Knowing wolves, I don’t think you’d like to come along, so we can split up and regroup at home at sundown?”
Lang Hei, as an older and stronger beast, could actually survive the heated environmental surroundings of the lavaberries, however, Lang Xing was a smart young cub, sure, but one who couldn’t handle such treacherous fires.
The Langs, along with Eula, decided to make their way to the springs nearby, to clean themselves up.
Meng Yixuan turned to gaze ever so slightly upwards at Huli Bao. “And then, there were two.”
“Xiao Xuanxuan, what is it that you need of lavaberries? And how do you know that we’ll find any?”
The lavaberries were near impossible to find, and especially if you needed clusters. They were very tiny little red orbs that’d expand and diffuse into a molten rock state if left unconsumed within a minute of being exposed to the air.
He’d gone looking for them once, upon his mother’s request. One of her companions had come under grave danger, and found themselves inflicted with the curse of eternal winter virus, one that only lavaberries, which grew deep within a scoria mountain that had been able to ferment for many eons, could cure.
Huli Bao felt truly grateful to have been born the purest blooded beast of his generation, or he’d have definitely perished along with the other greedy demonic cultivators who sought the rumored riches deep within that cave.
He had accomplished his task well, keeping a pair of berries, as well as the lava around it, in his indestructible, theft-proof storage flask, woven from his own furs and whiskers. Thanks to its design, it’d disintegrate if anyone else attempted to breach into it without permission.
Huli Bao then rethought the conundrum. If it was Meng Yixuan, he didn’t doubt that somehow they’d wind up in an area with hundreds upon thousands.
“Xiao Xuanxuan,” he wondered out loud, “how do you always end up getting so lucky?”
“Hm? Luck? I’m lucky? How so?” Meng Yixuan was confused, as far as he saw it, he had regular luck, like Fang Lei. It was just that he was highly unlucky in his previous life. Dealt a feather and a dandelion in a game of weights.
Huli Bao snorted, “you’re right. You’re clearly very average, mister stumbles into treasures at every path.”
Meng Yixuan slapped his arm, huffed and stomped onwards, tripping over something on the path. He quickly saved himself from the fall and picked up the culprit, a large red bead that reflected the sun’s light, illuminating the area with a red glow.
“See!” Huli Bao trotted up beside him, “that’s an ultra rare ghost pearl, formed from the core of the first ghost emperor, it can be used to subdue and command them. But, more importantly, you literally tripped over it!”
Speaking of his luck, they’d arrived at the opening to a deep-mountain cave.
Meng Yixuan quickly grasped Huli Bao’s palm anxiously and declared bravely, “let’s go in!”
He was the tiniest bit anxious and the mostest bit excited! It looked like this cave was an abyss and the queasy sounds coming from inside served as a mega deterrence. He had a good and bad feeling about it.
He decided that Huli Bao could save them if anything went wrong, so he pulled the other behind him, following his guts at each fork in the path.
“No splitting up cos that’s stupid and definitely gonna kill us.” He decided from the beginning.
“Speak for yourself, I can’t die.” Huli Bao had retorted before obediently following along.
After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a much larger hollow space, moated by a warm river of lava red.
The searing heat would’ve burned through them had they not both been powerful cultivators.
Huli Bao still found it rather strange, only the purest demonic beasts would be completely unmoved by the levels of concentrated fire qi here. However, knowing the other’s luck, he stopped questioning it.
Meng Yixuan spotted glimpses of a berry red, and reached out with his spiritual consciousness and collected those berries into his crystal.
Huli Bao also noticed how the qi in the air fluctuated before returning to its original state. He turned to stare at how Meng Yixuan did it, noting his concentration and the lack of change in his being. So he didn’t consume it, then where did it go, he wondered.
Huli Bao decided against asking him out loud, he trusted the other and would allow him to speak to him and tell him of his own accord.
Meng Yixuan finally blinked and turned to him with a dazzling smile, one that caused his chest to squeeze and he almost felt like he couldn’t breathe for a moment. But in a good way.
The two simply looked at each other for a moment before their enamoured glances were interrupted by a scream.
“Here we go again?” Meng Yixuan winked as they both ran to the source of the sounds.
I’d like luck for once 😭
mee too babe the way i had 3 wholeass ahole customers on my bday- QAQ
😭😭😭😭
whoever is the person that screamed, I hate you for ruining my dog food tea break╾━╤デ╦︻(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)
Thank you for the chapter!
noo- she’s good i promisee!! also felt, tbh but she’s pretty and hella important for their development~
Spare me a sliver of your luck, Meng Yixuan ;-;
Thanks for the chapter~
samee like just a lil pocket of his luck and ill be ready for anythinggg
thanks for the chapter <3
thanks for reading! 💕
thirsty and lucky, I see ;P
we all know exactly where that’s gonna take us~ >:3